#I hope you liked it!

[my-love-of-books]

hey sorry if this is weird this is my first time requesting 😭 but can you do ftm flirty reader x five from the umbrella academy where that five is fighting some guys (you can choose who) and some how the reader gets in the fight to and helps five. Also the reader calls five pretty boy and some other flirty names like btw. Andddd thats all I couldn't think what comes after that sorry 😭 but you can continue off it tho!

Noooo I'm horrible at writing fight scenes😭 we shall try tho! The first fight I thought of was ofc the iconic gridy's donuts' fight, so wish me luck!!

Paring: five x ftm!reader —(honestly reader is pretty gn here, sorry ik thats not what you wanted anon😭)

Warning: cursing, NOT proofread (sorry), gun wound, really short

I huff and pull the stupid blazer –they said there was nothing else for me to where other than one of five's old uniforms– closer around my shoulders as I walk towards the donut shop Five had supposedly gone to. A small smile spreads across my face when I see my partner though the window, I let myself in and walk up right beside him; ignoring the older-looking man on the other side.

"Alright sweets, next time, don't run off and leave me at that house by myself, please and thank you" I say, pulling out a bar stool.

"you weren't by yourself, you had my siblings." he murmurs nonchalantly. "Right, Miss famous and the Junkie did directed me here, thought the latter would not shut up about my sex life." I laughed at the recent memory and smirked at Five. He sips his coffee; the Older man nods our way before leaving. "Gonna give me some of that?" I whisper, leaning closer to the school boy.

His eyes flicker to me, then to my lips, then back to my eyes. I raise my eyebrow at him, "In here? You perv!" I jokingly whisper. He scoffs and rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee again, but I see it's just to hide his growing blush and smile.

"You said it not me"

My devious smirk only grows "Oh come on, can't help it when you look at me so pretty-"

Suddenly the door behind us swings open and multiple men in black tactical gear with guns walk in, surrounding us. One man in particular moves to stand closer to us, almost between me and five. I sit up straighter, eyes scanning the room, looking for weaknesses; my eyes flick to the brown haired boy beside me who seems to be studying the coffee in front of him, rather than the room now full of men who want us dead. "Five" I whisper.

"that was fast... 'thought Id have more time before they found me." "Okay..." the black man's voice seemed to tremble a bit as he spoke; the corners of my mouth twitched, this would be easy. "...So let's all be professional about this yeah? On your feet and come with us. They wanna talk" "I have nothing to say"

"I do" I do my best to suppress a smirk as I stand up, Five glares at me. The mans gun swiftly moves to point at me. "It doesn't have to go this way. You think I wanna shoot kids? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"oh I wouldn't worry to much about that," I say "you won't be going home" Five finishes my sentence as he grabs a butter knife from the the counter and blinks behind the man, stabbing him in the neck. Guns start going off when I grab the, now dead, man and use him as a shield from the bullets.

"Hey assholes" Five calls from across the room, allowing me to run up to the closest man as he begins to fire at me and force his gun under his own chin in one deft motion. I glance around the room, where five is nowhere to be seen. "A little help here pretty boy?" With the attention now drawn to me I jump over the counter, hiding behind it for a moment when I here the signature *whoosh* of him blinking, this time outside of the shop, drawing their fire, before right beside me "I told you not to call me that" he practically snarled. I laughed a bit; as my shoulders moved I noticed a bullet had skimmed part of my arm. *Shit... Thats gonna hurt when the adrenaline wears of*" I think to myself, watching the blood dribble from the wound.

The lights were blinking, bullets still going off. I was trying to formulate a plan on how I could help when it all when silent. "Five?" I call out, standing up from behind the counter

"yeas darling?" He asks, tightening his tie and walking over to a still-moving man, instantly breaking his neck. "N- nothing just got worried for a second" my arm began to throb.

He helps me over the counter, "you okay baby?" "Oh so you can call me baby but I can't call you pretty boy?" He gives me a stern look. "It's different, you don't go out into the field, you could have gotten seriously hurt."

"excuse you," I murmur "I used to be one of the top field agents-" "-before they shoved you behind a desk, now come on we gotta get movin'." Five kisses my forehead and brushes my wounded shoulder as he grabs a knife and begins cutting out those trackers they put in all field agents. I do my best not to react to the pain caused by the bullet, he doesn't need to know right now, it would ruin the quite sweet moment.

#I didn't like explicitly say anything about reader being ftm #should I have? Idkidk sorry #I hope you liked it! #five x reader #five ask #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreaves x you #five hargreeves x reader #Five x ftm!reader #Five x male!reader #five x reader fluff #five x y/n #five x you #Tua #tua five #tua fluff

[imaginethebeautifulworld]

So I was reading Phantom of the Opera and some of Erik's descriptions made me think so much of Gil! I remembered how amazing your Hades and Persephone fic was, and I was hoping you could do something with the Phantom too? Thanks so much!!!!

Hello, Anon! I absolutely adored Erik in the book, and now that I read your ask, I can easily see the similarities, too~ I grew up on a weird blend of the book, musical, and both the 2004 and Lon Chaney films; I tried to honor that blend in this a bit, but a majority was pulled from memories of the book. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for your patience~

The theatre was filled to bursting, the audience awed, riveted, mesmerized, your voice weaving an enchantment over hundreds of unsuspecting admirers.

He was proud of you.

Your voice reached him even in the highest and most of isolated rafters, a platform forgotten- abandoned- by the stagehands stationed several stories below. Your voice was full, carrying all of the strength and conviction and passion as the character you were playing.

Gone was the timid spirit he had stumbled upon all those years ago, broken and shattered from loss, left with only the protections of a then-aloof guardian and a firm, dispassionate teacher.

He was drawn to you from that first day, a twist of compassion, of understanding; in spite of your upbringing and (even then) impressive talent, you were still an outsider, your peers and the other students keeping their distance, leery of your background, and some envious even then.

Yes, the companionship and camaraderie would come in time, but in those first few months, he saw the same loneliness and sadness in you he'd once carried so heavily himself, and his heart ached to comfort you.

The first time he spoke to you was purely accidental, a slip of a whisper he prayed you would dismiss as a ghost, or mere imagination. He had grown too comfortable in answering you when you were alone, his voice always near silent as you spoke to your mother, your father, and sometimes the angels themselves.

It was the latter with which you had caught him, crying out with a broken heart after discovering another student had sabotaged your satin slippers, intent on seeing your failure, your embarrassment, and (as likely was the case with that particular little shrew) your dismissal from the school.

But you persevered, successfully completed your performance, never once showing your distress until you were away from the others. It was only then, hidden away in a forgotten practice room that you showed your anger, your sadness, your hopelessness. The mask had fallen, and he was once again struck by the beauty of the fractured soul he admired so deeply.

"Please," you whispered, and it broke his heart to hear it, "I feel so alone."

It ached, being unable to comfort you, seeing your progress and healing of the past few months tested so needlessly. He ached for you; he was angry for you.

"You are not alone."

It was a fleeting, foolish slip, his temper and his longing both getting the better of him. Your sudden silence choked his own breath, his entire body freezing in terror.

For a moment, for an eternity, there was naught but silence.

He didn't dare move, fearful of how even the slightest shift of fabric could give him away, could startle you, could-

"I was half-afraid I had gone mad, speaking with shadows and expecting them to finally reply."

You were... teasing him, only a little, though at the time he was still petrified that you would demand he reveal himself. You had moved closer to the false panel, studying it closely, seeking out any faults that might give away its secrets. For a moment, your eyes were perfectly level with his own, and he feared you could hear his heart racing in his chest.

But soon enough you had drawn away, crestfallen. "Perhaps I have gone mad," you murmured, sighing in defeat. "Perhaps the rumors are true, and you are nothing but a ghost."

Memories of his time spent serving in the court of a distant empire flickered to memory, a rueful sound resembling laughter slipped past his defenses. "Of the many things they may wish and claim me to be, dead is not yet among them."

Your focus once more returned to the panel, and he instinctively took a step back. "Please-" he began, quickly cutting himself off.

Where others would have pressed forward, you paused, then took several steps away from the wall, granting him his distance, a warm sense of appreciation, and another he couldn't name at the time, sparkling to the surface at the warm breath of relieved laughter you released soon after. "You- You're really there."

That moment, one he could still so clearly remember as the peripeteia, the decided, unexpected change to a familiar script, one which would set the trajectory of both of your lives for the next ten years. It would lead to many late nights spent in practice, in conversation, in debates about the literary characters you loved so dearly. "I am always here."

Your aria had drawn to a close, the spell broken by the deafening roar of the audience's applause, and Gilbert was pulled from his memories, unable to conceal his smile.

Brava, Schatz. Bravissima.

He stood to his full height and began to make his way towards the nearby ladder.

For your role, another scene yet remained- a joyful reunion between your character and the valiant hero following the defeat of the jealous villain, a happy end to a romance so riddled with tragedy.

Gilbert needn't see the ending; it was a tale as old as time.

His footsteps were silent and certain, following a path he could traverse in his sleep; he had already paced it many times in his dreams.

Of all the false doors he had constructed in his opera house, there was one he had yet to pass through, one which now loomed before him. The room beyond was bathed in the ethereal golden glow of candlelight, a world outside of the darkness, fueling even more of the torment already plaguing his mind.

He was haunted by his doubts, by his need to... His need to properly introduce himself.

You had risen so high, could fly even higher, could rise above anything the fools in this theatre could ever hope to imagine. With your voice, your grace, your elegance, and your perspicacity, he had no doubts you could soar to a realm where only angels once dare tread. Perhaps it was wrong to want to burden you, to-

Movement on the other side of the glass brought his thoughts once more to a standstill. You were laughing, carefree, glowing with happiness and a brilliant light which followed everyone through the corridors after a triumphant performance. His heart fluttered to see you so beautifully framed, a living portrait he yearned to touch.

He frowned at the thought.

These feelings...

He had cared for you when you first arrived, a deep friendship slowly growing, even as he never allowed you to glance upon him. Slowly, then almost in an erupting whirlwind, those feelings had adapted, deepened, solidified. He was left hoping, wishing...

You were an Angel, in the most benevolent, compassionate of ways, but even an Angel would surely shun a Devil's Child.

For that was what his eyes and his appearance had always been: that of a devil. And surely-

Another figure was entering the room, and you were quick to abandon the comfort of your velvet settee, rushing to embrace-

No.

You were laughing, falling into conversation with an ease that only came-

You were familiar with this... this boy.

Perhaps even intimate, his traitorous thoughts interfered, the herald to the invasive darkness which followed.

It was a cold, bitter thing, rising from the depths, twisting and corrupting his every breath.

He had been careless, allowing you your freedom, allowing you to slip away to the gilded sanctuary of your guardian's maison de ville.

This boy dared to presume he could even look upon you, let alone embrace you, speak with you so candidly, even addressing you by your given name-

Gilbert felt his rage, his envy, grow stronger, even as that bedamned Raoul finally departed for the evening, leaving your bright smile in his wake.

You often called Gilbert your "Angel of Music," a bringer of light to your once dreary and dark days. You used it affectionately, a term of endearment for one you saw as a companion, a compatriot in curiosity.

But much like his namesake, Gilbert was Fallen, cursed, a creature of shadows and Night.

It took so little to pull him back into the Darkness, and now, with the sting of envy plaguing his every thought, Avarice and Doubt whispering in his ear, his ambitions had changed.

You were his.

He would ensure no one else could dare claim you, would have the slightest chance at your heart.

With skill honed from years of practice, Gilbert silently slid open the trap door, his voice carrying over to you in a tone he himself barely recognized. "Insolent boy. The impertinence of him, sharing in our triumph."

You startled at his voice, turning to him instinctively, your eyes widening in disbelief, before you graced him with your brightest smile yet.

Your joy glittered with more radiance than any star in the heavens, but its glimmer eclipsed your awareness, obscuring the darkness in the figure stealing ever closer.

"Hello, Engel."

Thanks for reading!

Special shout-out to @the-scribe-and-her-scribbles for unwittingly inspiring me today to finally sit down and write. She's an amazing writer, and if you haven't checked it out already, I highly recommend her ongoing series It Will Come Back.

#prussia x reader #aph prussia #hetalia prussia #hws prussia #gilbert beilschmidt x reader #gilbert beilschmidt #hetalia x reader #aph x reader #hws x reader #phantom of the opera au #readerfic #reader insert #now if some of the other asks would let me address them... #this was such a fun au anon! and thank you so much!!! #anon asks #anon requests #anon prompts #i hope you liked it! #sorry btw if this isn't as Great as some of my others; i'm quite out of practice :-/ #hello lovelies! #hope to write more soon~! #thanks for reading!

[winterspiderpurrs]

Um you asked for prompts and I was thinking if you could pretty please write Pepper breaking up with Tony, and well although it was hard he moved on and after a while he started dating Peter feeling loved, and maybe altough Pepper was the one that ended the relationship she wasn't able to move even though she tried. She tried to find a way to get back with Tony thinking maybe Peter was just a phase and a notch in Tony's belt, but she was very wrong, and now has to carry with her mistake. Thank you, and I hope you have a good time on your time off ❤️❤️

It's been a year and half since Pepper gave Tony back the engagement ring. The last near death heroic save the day experience was a bit much. The last straw as she told Tony.

She packed up her bags and moved out to work from California. She was leaving Tony, not the company.

After a year, Tony and Pepper were back as friends. Tony even came out to California to show Peter the office there.

He told Pepper that Peter had never seen a true beach. It was a short visit, but it brought back memories. And she started to really miss Tony.

But a month later, when she called Tony; wanted to tell him she was thinking of coming back to New York. Friday answered and said that Tony was busy but if it was an emergency she would patch her through.

" Lab time isn't a reason to close people out. Patch me through"

" I'm sorry Ms. Potts but Boss is not in the lab. He is out on a date."

That caused Pepper to pause. Friday wouldn't have divulged that unless she was making a point. Tony was off limits to her now.

Then a few weeks go by and she tells Tony during one of there weekly business calls that she plans on making a trip out to New York. Probably will stay a few months, maybe more. Tony was fine with it, tells her he will set up a floor in the tower with her.

She wasn't expecting to have a floor so much lower then what she expected. There were more then 15 floors between the lab and closer to 20 between Tony's private quarters.

After a few weeks, Pepper finally finds out who Tony is dating.

" This meeting is important Tony! Even if you only stop in for 20 minutes."

" I'm going to be upstate with my boo. I could video in. Maybe. But depending on how busy I am" Tony wiggles his eyebrows and has a big smile on his face. "But then again Peter might take away lab time again if I put off my duties..."

Pepper rolls her eyes. " Whatever Peter has to get you to do your job. Then you can go run off with your boo. "

" Well seeing them as one and the same thats easier said then done"

"What?"

Tony pauses and spins around in his chair that was at his work station. He watches Pepper for a moment, head tilted, before his eyes widen and he snaps his fingers.

" Ah... you don't know. I'm dating Peter..."

" Teenaged Spiderman??"

"Hold on now! He is 21 now and its only been for the last 6 months. I thought I told you?"

Pepper rolled her eyes. " You said you were dating a pretty young thing. Not your one-time fake intern hero worshiping Spiderman little genius this could cause such a scandal Tony!"

" No scandal! Everything by the books. We are fine Pep"

Shaking her head, she sighed, " If you say so, Tony, but at least warn me so I can run P.R. when you are done"

Tony didn't talk to her for a week after that. But Pepper knows Tony. He indulges too much. He will either get bored with Peter once the novelty runs out, or Peter will break it off when he gets jealous of how much Pepper knows Tony.

Pepper easily slotted herself back into Tony's life. Everything was pretty much the same. The only thing is she just wasn't physical with him like before and that she wasn't going to bed with him. But they acted the same.

She had a secret weapon, though, her red suit. Custom designed by Tony, his favorite hot rod red color, Tony could NEVER resist her in his suit he made. At around midnight, she walked down to the lab, and she frowned when the door wouldn't open.

" Friday, I need to speak to Tony"

" I apologize Ms. Potts but Boss is unavailable"

" Its important Friday, just open the door."

" Let me clarify. Boss isn't in the lab. Peter has already carried Tony off to bed. Tonight was date night and Tony is required to sleep a minimum of 6 hours. "

Pepper blinks and stares. She has never been able to get Tony out of the lab. Ever. The most she ever got was sweeping in, they leave to make love, and then Tony would leave her to come back. Only two hours of sleep if they shared a bed from Tony, if that.

Tony has never given up lab time. For anyone. But for Peter it seems.

It dawns on her. She has seen Peter hand things to Tony. Peter putting a reassuring hand on Tony. Peter brings food to Tony to make sure he eats. Peter is working alongside Tony in the lab. Tony appears more relaxed. He seems less stressed and happy.

The familiar ache starts in her chest.

She has missed her chance.

#i hope you liked it! #its more pepper pov but i kinda like adding that as a twist #peter isn't bothered by pepper she missed her chance and he scopped up Tony #thanks for the ask! #you give the best asks! #writing prompt #starker #starker prompt #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker/tony stark #winterspiderpurrs

[ladytauria]

The prompt list. Listen. I think Jason deserves a kiss to the thigh. Whoever you want to give it to him

nonny you are SO right

i went with jaytim bc i'm predictable like that~

Tim challenges anyone to find a more comfortable pillow than one of Jason's thighs. (Well---alright. They actually come in at a close second to his chest, while his stomach sits at a narrow third. But---still.) There's nothing like reclining on the couch, his head pillowed on Jason's lap while the TV plays in the background.

Tonight, Tim's foregone his laptop. For once in his life, he's had enough of numbers. He just wants to relax with his boyfriend.

Jason's hand drops into his hair, stroking idly through the strands. Tim's eyelids droop. He raises his hand, wrapping it around Jason's knee; thumb pressed to the back of it. Jason's leg shifts to accommodate him.

He smiles, humming softly. He turns his face, pressing a kiss to Jason's thigh. Jason's fingers pause in his hair for a moment, and then continue; the gentle scratch of nails against his scalp making Tim wish he could purr, pushing into his hands.

Jason laughs; a soft huff of air that turns Tim's insides soft and fuzzy. "Overgrown kitten," he murmurs.

Tim's mouth twitches. "Meow~"

Jason snorts, flicking his ear. "Hush, I'm watching a movie."

Tim nips him through his sweats, earning a light tug to his hair. He heaves a put-on sigh, drawing his blanket higher up his shoulder.

Then he settles, letting the low murmur of the television and Jason's fingers in his hair lull him to sleep.

[ sultry prompts list ]

#the temptation to go with thigh worship was heavy #but that would have taken much longer so #i put the lines i wrote for it in the notion page~ #i also did consider going jaysteph #but jaytim just called to me more for this one #thank you for the prompt nonny #i hope you liked it! #jaytim #timjay #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #lovely anons #asks and answers #i also almost went with tim patching him up and kissing the wound #but i have like #2 or 3 more ‘tim patches jason up’ fics in my drafts #so… #xD

[lisannastraussisanangel]

Headcanon Request: What if Levy rewrote the Book of E.N.D?

Ooo interesting! Love me a good AU

Lucy still tried originally, but Gray wasn't able to cool her down fast enough so she ended up collapsing

With no hesitation, Levy takes over

While no human can read the demonic language, Levy does understand more of it than Lucy

Which is good because she doesn't have as strong of a bond as Lucy and Natsu do so making her way through the book is difficult

Levy can't read Natsu well so she relies on what she can read to make her way through the book

Gray has to double his ice output because Levy has zero tolerance to Natsu's heat

It doesn't help that Natsu's flames seem to sense that it's not Lucy anymore and have gotten hotter in defense

Levy, being the badass she is, keeps on and manages to save Natsu

Her side effects are pretty brutal

She can't see out of her one eye for weeks

Levy has to go to physical therapy to fix the muscle damage done by the fire

Gajeel is absolutely falling apart with worry. He waits on her hand and foot.

He also fights off the urge to take out his frustrations on Natsu

Levy and Lucy have matching scars from handling the book and they joke that it's their version of best friend bracelets

Natsu goes out of his way to repeatedly thank Levy for what she did

Levy now has the rare but very powerful perk of having Natsu at her command

She can call him to help her out at any point in time with no questions asked

Levy keeps telling him he doesn't have to do everything she asks but Natsu insists it's the least he can do

#I strayed from the path again lmao #bearandbirdfan #i hope you liked it! #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #levy mcgarden #natsu dragneel #e.n.d #etherious natsu dragneel #gray fullbuster #lucy heartfilia #gajevy #gajeel redfox

[zelphin124]

Error!Sans goes to therapy

Today is a very special day! I want to wish a grand and happy birthday to my friend @tehrogueva! I may be unable to draw, but I wanted to write something for you! I hope you have a wonderful day! Error!Sans belongs to LoverOfPiggies Ink!Sans belongs to Comyet Therapist!Sans belongs to TehRogueVA Enjoy!

~o0o~

"I-I-I swear Ink, I will murder y-y-you!"

"It'll be good for you!" Ink laughed as he shoved Error into the office. "It's helped me! Trust me, you'll like it, because it's all about you!"

Error scowled, slapping Ink's hands when he touched him. However, he didn't have the energy to resist Ink's nagging about the subject.

Therapy was all Ink had talked about for the past three weeks. He went on and on about fixing his flaws because he learned where they originated. Error didn't buy it. How can one possibly fix themselves when they were mistakes in the first place? Such anomalies shouldn't ever exist and need to be destroyed. Why should he care about them getting better if he would kill them anyway?

He was hit with a sense of nostalgia as he entered the room. A thick smell of vanilla entered his nose as the air around him stuck to his skin. It was very humid, and Error already hated it.

"He'll be in shortly!" Ink closed the door behind him. "I'll introduce you two!"

"I don't need your company or your help, squid," Error snapped, turning his head around. He paused for a second, surprised the glitch stutter in his voice had stopped when he entered the room.

"Hey, you won't even know I'm here, haha! I'll leave when he starts with ya!"

Error eyed Ink as the painter sat on a brown chair nearby, staring at the billboard. Error followed his gaze. There were a lot of red strings tied from peg to peg on different pictures on the billboard as if it represented a pattern or a lifestyle. There was a small desk below the billboard. It had a fire-lit candle to the right and a clipboard to the left. Once Error noticed the fire from the candle, he noticed that every part of the room was lit, and no shadows were cast.

Error sat down on a large sofa, sinking into it. He immediately felt at peace as he looked up. A fan was turning above him. Other than that, the tan walls were barren. The door was a darker brown than the walls, but everything felt so empty.

And Error loved it.

Besides Ink occasionally shifting, there was no sound. It reminded Error of his home in the Anti-Void. The room was lit with a soft yellow light, and it was cold. The vanilla smell didn't fade away.

Error tried to hide the fact he thoroughly enjoyed this room. "I don't have all day," he snapped at Ink. "Where is this therapist?"

"He's coming," Ink looked over anxiously. "I forgot to tell him I was bringing you, so maybe he's getting new papers for you!" Ink bobbed his head as if a song was playing in his head. He pulled out one of his notebooks and started to draw, his rainbow tongue sticking out as he colored in a previous picture.

Error scoffed to himself. Despite how much he hated the painter, there was always something captivating about him. He was goofy and unpredictable, along with annoying and heartless. He was fun to watch, at least.

They were enemies, they hated each other. Granted, Error hated everyone, and he had no intention to change that. But why did Ink come out of his way not to fight him but to bring him to this place? Especially after he...

Error thought back to when he destroyed the multiverse, and it made him question Ink even more. Even though the creators started to create different AUs again, most alternate universes were gone. X!Gaster hadn't been seen since. Yet, Ink didn't hold it against him, as if he'd forgiven him.

Error hated that. He didn't understand why Ink was suddenly so friendly to him. Ink got over his pain so quickly; something Error was never able to do, and he was jealous because of it. It's not fair...

The brown door opened, and a sweet skeleton stepped inside. His glasses hung from his non-existent ears. He wore an off-white cardigan and a green shirt. He wore a soft smile on his face before he locked eyes with Error. Error didn't bother to observe the rest of his appearance. Confusion filled the therapist's gaze, and Error grimaced. Significant, another stupid anomaly.

"Doc!" Ink shot up from his chair, walking up and hugging the therapist tightly.

Doc looked perplexed before he hugged Ink back. "Ink, there you are! I didn't see you," he smiled softly, still watching Error closely. "Did you bring a friend?"

"Yes! This is Error, Error, this is Doc!" Ink let go of Doc and happily smiled at Error.

Error's gaze went past Doc's eyes as he found his soul. It was an ordinary monster soul as he expected. However, it had a tint of light blue surrounding it. Although he found it strange, he didn't think about it too much as it jolted out of fear. He smirked to himself as Doc shuddered. The therapist's fear was amusing.

"Error, it's nice to meet you!" His voice didn't betray how the therapist was feeling. He stuck out his hand. "I'm Doc Sans; I'm assuming you came to get some therapy?"

"Didn't have a choice," Error glared at Ink and ignored the handshake. "Let's get this over with."

Doc withdrew his hand and sat down on the green chair. He flipped through the clipboard and wrote a few things down. Error knew he was afraid, and rightfully so. One wrong move and the Destroyer would tear this place apart. Why should he show mercy to this pathetic excuse for a life? Was this another one of Ink's tricks? If he ended up destroying Ink's trick, maybe Ink would finally feel the same pain that he did.

"I'll be nearby if you need anything!" Ink trotted toward the door, his eyes sparkling with stars and his grin wide. "Have fun Error!"

Error rolled his eyes as the painter disappeared. He sat back down on the couch, sinking into it. At least the therapy room was nice with its flat appearance. That made him want to destroy it less.

"So, Error, I've heard a lot about you," Doc smiled sweetly as he turned to him. "But I want you to tell me about yourself."

Error scoffed, shaking his head as he slouched in the couch. "The paint freak told you about me. Typical. What did he say?"

"You tell me," Doc tilted his head. "What should he have told me about you?"

Error thought for a moment before he replied. "I am the Destroyer of the Multiverse; I am the one who makes anomalies like yourself fearful for their lives-"

"No, I don't mean your status," Doc interrupted. "I want to know you. What do you do in your free time? What do you enjoy? Your job set aside, who are you?"

...What?

Error never heard of such a question. He started to feel different about this therapy thing. Did this anomaly really want to know? Did he really care? Why would he ask such a thing? No one had even asked him what he liked to do outside of destroying things...

No one expect Ink.

Well, Ink didn't really ask, he just kind of figured it out over the years.

"I uh..." Error glitched, shaking his head. It took a moment for him to regain his composure as he felt like he would crash any moment. "Not much... I search for the Omega Timeline; I chill at home and eat chocolate and watch UnderNovela... Sometimes I go to OuterTale."

"Those are good hobbies!" Doc encouraged, writing down what Error said. "Tell me about UnderNovela and OuterTale. Why do you like them?"

Error scoffed lightly, looking down at the floor as he recalled the show. "UnderNovela is funny. So much unnecessary drama, all in the right ways... And OuterTale..." He paused. There was always something different about OuterTale, something he could never put his finger on. It reminded him of the Anti-Void, just more beautiful. It felt like home as if he had been in a similar place for most of his life that he couldn't remember. "I don't know. It feels like I've already been there thousands of times. It's so empty and dark, yet beautiful."

"How does OuterTale make you feel?"

Error glitched again. Maybe this therapy thing wasn't so bad after all. "It feels like home."

"What is home to you?"

This anomaly was really making him think. "I don't know," he snapped, losing patience. "It just... does."

Doc nodded and adjusted his glasses before scribbling on his clipboard. Error sank further into the couch, crossing his arms. How was this supposed to fix his problems again? He didn't see how this was helping. If anything, Ink just gave him another place to destroy.

"Tell me about your life," Doc broke the temporary silence. "Tell me everything that you remember."

Error started to backtrack to his first memory, waking up in the Anti-Void. He was vague about events like meeting Ink, kidnapping Swap, destroying the multiverse, etc. He pulled a few strings from his eyes and started to knit with them in his hands. He watched Doc get nervous as he played with them, but when he turned his attention back to his fingers, it felt normal to talk about what he had been through while he knitted a blue scarf.

He glitched more as he talked about the different AUs he destroyed before his big finale. He started casually until he got to the people's screams and tears. At the time, he had laughed evilly, enjoying their pain. However, it didn't help the pain that he felt himself. No matter how many people he killed and destroyed places, that pain remained. Nothing he did lessen that mental agony he had suffered from for so long. A sinking feeling rested in his chest. It engulfed him as he kept thinking back. Is this... what regret feels like?

Doc listened intently, asking clarifying questions until Error was done. "Error, do you remember anything before waking up in the Anti-Void?"

"No, I told you that," Error shook his head. "I just was here."

"There could be some hidden stuff there that has caused you to act the way you have," Doc explained. "And it might explain how you feel inside, too." He got up slowly and set his notebook down. Grabbing some red string and paper from a drawer, he flipped the billboard over and started hanging various things Error mentioned up. When he was done, he ran the red string through the various events, many leading back to the empty space, what happened before the Anti-Void.

Error watched and studied what he was doing closely. He would never admit it, but he marveled at how Doc traced his maturing behavior back to the X-Event, his respect for Ink back to Swap, his hatred for touch from Nightmare, how he woke up like an angry manbaby, and how that was caused by something he couldn't even remember.

"Unfortunately, our time is up today as I have another client coming in," Doc sighed. "But we can unpack all of this together and help you get to a place you want to be."

"And if I'm happy with how I am?" Error snapped, hiding the fact he actually wanted to come back and unpack his life.

"Are you?"

Once again, the therapist had left the destroyer speechless. He didn't like how Doc bested him with simple questions that no one had even bothered to ask him. Someone was asking Error about himself for the first time in his life, and he didn't know how to feel about it.

Doc smiled softly; he had his answer. "I'm assuming you're like Ink, and time is irrelevant to you. If you choose to come back, just let me know, and I'll make some room for you, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever," Error rolled his eyes and stood up. "Are we done here?"

Doc shuddered once more but tried to hide it. "Yeah, we are done for today."

"Good," Error threw away the scarf he was working on and walked through the door without a goodbye. What a waste of time, he thought. I could have been watching UnderNovela.

As he walked out of the office and to a place where he could travel to the Anti-Void freely, he paused, turning around. Usually, Error would immediately destroy any AU he went to. He glitched, glancing around. His eyes softened as his gaze saw Doc Sans waving at him with a warm smile.

Huh. A slight smile crossed Error's face as his anger disappeared. He stepped through his portal, having done no damage to this new alternate universe.

Maybe there's more to these... anomalies...

#undertale au #utmv #sans au #error sans #doc sans #ink sans #therapy #tehrogue #happy birthday! #I hope you liked it! #dont expect good writing from me at this hour #(;

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Okay... here we go!!!

I need to know about Jamie and his KITTEHS. How does he end up with his first one? Was their name something adorable? Were they a street cat that purrs like a goddamn motor and soothes Jamie after a long and awful day?

Is this cat mouthy? So much so that it has a whole goddamn conversation with Jamie while Roy watches on in awe and confusion?

How does Roy react to the cats? Do they adopt one together?

Can this be a multi chapter saga of cuteness and Roy being pilled on by Jamie and so many purring babies.

I MUST KNOOOOOOW!!!!

*coughs* Please and thank you 😁

Oh my god okay-

So Marigold was the first cat Jamie ever got. I’ve talked about her some already somewhere in my posts. (Found them here’s the first and then here’s the second) She’s a hairless cat. Roy hated her at first but damn he loves the raw chicken.

But Jamie picked up animals all the time growing up. He fed some of the street cats and they would follow him around.

He lays on his bed with her on his chest. He sleeps better when she’s there. She’s a comforting weight. When he’s at away trips he has a weighted Dino he sleeps with because he can’t sleep without her.

Roy didn’t know what to think of the cat. Thought the fact she was naked was weird as hell. But Jamie has a whole dresser full of clothes for her. Roy went looking for sweatpants and found it. Jamie thought he was going to be weirded out but Roy just pulled out a pink sweater with hearts and asked if she could wear it that day.

She yells all the time at Jamie. But she’ll meow in response when he talks to her. He can have a full conversation with her. Roy watched it happen the one time and was lightly concerned.

“Were you being a good cat?” *meow* “yeah that’s right you are” *meow meow* “you’re right Roy didn’t say hello to you. Go on Roy say it.” Roy blinks at them. “Hello?” *meow* Roy can’t believe he’s talking to a fucking cat.

When Jamie moves into Roys house he obviously brings Marigold. They get two more cats. The bonded pair I mentioned. Ones black and one is orange. Roy invests in a really good lint roller’s.

Roy sleeps with Jamie on top of him. The cats all end up curled around their heads and Marigold is held like a teddy bear by Jamie. Moriarty and Tiger sleep on Roy’s shoulder, sometimes they try to sleep on his face.

Roy isn’t too sure about having cats but by the end of the first month he can cook a full breakfast with Tiger curled up in the hood of his zip jacket. Tiger is tiny. He doesn’t really notice the weight. Moriarty is a bit of a biter. He’s normally a good cat but he’s Bit Jamie twice and Roy once. Never hard but a nip.

Marigold runs the house and they all know it.

Jamie ends up doing a bunch of charity work with a cat only charity he becomes kinda their spokes person unintentionally. Him and Roy foster some kittens for a few months. Funny enough Roy has a harder time giving them to homes then Jamie does.

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I’m kinda sucky at multi chapter fics ngl so if you ever want to write about them I just ask that you tag me if you do so I can scream over it 😁

#ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #jamie x roy #royjamie #jamie tartt x roy kent #thanks for the ask !! #I hope you liked it! #if you ever want another short fic with them ask I’ll totally write it!! #this was more thoughts then a fic sorry about that

[adzukirin]

Lucky Day

A Genshin Impact Comic

#genshin impact #genshin bennett #genshin art #comics #adzuki’s art #hello everynyan #sorry I’ve been dead on the tumblrapp but I’ll still post occasionally <3 #I hope you liked it!

[stephlastname]

Alphyne #12 if you want :D

12: "Fine, I'll go with you."

Alphys/Undyne, post-pacifist route

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Neither of them spoke a word. Their eyes were locked and lips sealed. This was the longest either of them had been quiet, ever.

"Pl-please, just consider--,"

"No."

"Undyne!"

"No! I'll just..stand out."

"Well, that-that's not true! I can pr-promise you that!"

Undyne pursed her lips, making a humming sound. Alphys never broke her promises, this was true.

It should be noted, this whole argument had started after Alphys asked Undyne to accompany her to a Comic Con. She wanted to do matching costumes with Undyne, as Mew Mew Kissy Cutie and the female love interest. But..even though Undyne would never say it out loud, she was shy, and all she could think of is how they - her, specifically - would stand out. They were monsters, for one. Two? They would be cosplaying, which would draw even more attention to her them. And even though Undyne would never say these things out loud, Alphys knew. She knew her wife, all of her.

Alphys took one of Undyne's hands, snapping her out of her thoughts. "All you n-need to focus on is us. We're going to ha-have fun. Everyone ar-around us will be in costume, too. N-no one will even bat an eye, okay?"

Undyne let out a defeated sigh, although with a smile. "Fine, I'll go with you."

"Yay!" Alphys pulled Undyne into a big hug. "I promise you're not go-gonna regret it, okay?"

Undyne hugged her wife back. "Yeah, yeah."

And she didn't regret any of it, indeed. In fact, they had so much fun it became a yearly outing, one they both looked forward to each and every time.

Together.

#Undertale #Alphys #Undyne #Alphyne #writing prompt #i hope you liked it! #asks #love the birb gif

[imperatorrrrr]

Christmas nicojack fic please please

okay, I saw a tweet earlier today, which obviously I can't find now, where it said "To: X From: Satan" and the caption was something like "don't know if my mother's dyslexic or if I was on the naughty list this year" so I got this idea about the Santa/Satan mix up and anyway here's a very short NicoJack Christmas AU!

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Every year, thousands of children, maybe even hundreds of thousands of children, accidentally send their Christmas wishlists to Satan instead of Santa.

Sometimes the odd adult makes the spelling mistake, too. It happens. Spelling is hard.

The job of making sure these letters accidentally addressed to Satan are re-routed back to Santa falls on the shoulders of two demons, Jack and Nico.

Nico has a couple more years of age and experience on Jack, but they always do this task together.

Letters to Santa, addressed to Satan, tend to really start trickling in around November, though sometimes an odd letter will pop up in August and there was the memorable one that showed up in March.

There are other demons who sort through all the mail addressed to Satan, but Jack and Nico get sent the letters that are more than likely accidentally addressed to Satan. There are telltale signs: the writing is usually in crayon, there's hand drawn pictures all over the envelopes, winter themed stickers.

It is Nico and Jack's jobs to read the letters to confirm they aren't actually meant for Satan before they're sent off to their intended destination.

They've long since perfected the art of reading the letters without damaging the envelopes or the contents therein. Other demons don't have the delicate touch Nico has and tend to leave scorch marks everywhere. And very few demons have the finesse and quickness Jack possesses and end up taking too long.

They do this together. Side by side.

Within days of Jack starting, they moved their work stations to be as close to each other as possible.

Elbowing each other when either of them gets their hands on a particularly interesting letter, bunching in close together so they can read over each other's shoulders, moving their chairs right next to each other so they can share their lunches.

They've found themselves doing other things together. Side by side.

And now they do everything together. Side by side.

#Text #Ask #NicoJack #1386 #New Jersey Devils #Anonymous #Question #Anonnnnnn this is probably absolutely not what you wanted #but I hope thats okay! #I don't really celebrate Christmas and to be really honest I wasn't feeling like doing a typical Christmas fic because #you know the current state of the world #so I did a little twist #I hope you liked it! #just you know demons in a hell mail room together #working side by side and falling in love and then they do everything side by side #this is also terribly short #I know! I know! #agh promise you can get another prompt ask for absolutely free! #Writing #Prompts #disclaimer: every prompt ask is free #Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

[yourfavmother]

One Small Dreamcember

Dec. 21st: Gift

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Dream woke up to the perpetual darkness of their AU, and just immediately went back to sleep. Well, he tried to, but he realized something quite important about today.

A small sound of boots hitting floor was heard throughout the hallway as Dream sped to the kitchen. He hoped Rory was in there to help him! If not he would have to figure something else out. Arriving to his destination, he saw the skeleton he needed at the counter, probably thinking about what to make for breakfast.

“Rory! I need your help making something for Nightmare!” Dream exclaimed as he gulped down air from his physical exertion. He would make this work! It would be so nice to his brother.

About 45 minutes later, Dream was balancing 2 plates of food on his hands. Carefully, as to not spill anything, he walked to the hallway that had Nightmare’s room. He might have dropped one or two things on his way to the room, but he made it there mostly okay! Rory and the rest of the gang were behind him, Rory holding a cup of tea, following him to Nightmares chambers.

Nightmare woke up to a pleasant smell coming from somewhere in his room… and the shouting voices. Can’t he have one peaceful day? Sitting up, he rubbed his eye socket and saw a delicious looking breakfast with some tea right in front of him.

“Happy birthday Nightmare! I made you breakfast, and Rory helped too!” Dream yelled, trying to make his voice heard over the yelling of the others. At the mention of Nightmare, everyone shut up.

“Thank you Dream, it is lovely.” Nightmare calmly spoke, still slightly waking up from his deep sleep.

“Happy birthday to you, too.”

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE APPLE BOYS!

OSD and the One Small Dreamcember event belong to @calcium-cat

#I hope you liked it! #nightmare #dream #onesmalldreamcember #osdecember22 #horror #undertale #cross #dust #killer

[the-kittens-of-vol-tron]

Langst where he feels like no one likes him (in reality they do) but he's super insecure and Keith cheers him up? Can be establish klance or platonic

Yes, of course <3

I kinda went down, Lance has depression route, since it’s easy for your brain to slip into this thought pattern 

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His eyes dragged open, slowly adjusting to the dim room. The cracks in the grey ceiling stared back at him. He took a deep breath, letting his lung expand almost painfully. This was going to be a hard day. 

He was no stranger to depression. Feeling hopeless or unwanted. He grew up feeling like this. No matter how hard his family loved him or what he accomplished this feeling sat in the back of his soul. Like a snake trying to catch its prey. Waiting to attack.

He pushed himself up, trying to ignore the ache in his bones. How did a pain that didn’t even exist on his skin hurt so deeply? 

Getting ready for the day was a chore. He sat on his bed, a towel wrapped around him for over thirty minutes after his shower. That’s all he could muster. Getting properly dressed took almost another hour and once he was dressed he laid back down, almost out of breath. 

How pathetic am I? 

A knock sounded on his door, Shiro’s voice booming through the metal. “Lance? You doing okay?” 

He squeezed his eyes shut, he wasn’t ready to be yelled at. Shiro had never yelled at him but what if this was the last straw? What if he had been late to breakfast and training so much that he was going to snap? 

What if Shiro didn’t like him anymore? He released a quiet laugh as he pushed himself up. Did Shiro ever like him?

He forced a smile on his face. An expression he had mastered years ago. He pressed the button to the left, the door swishing open. “Morning Shiro.” 

Shiro gave him a soft smile, “morning buddy. Are you feeling okay? You missed breakfast.” 

Lance scanned his face a couple of times. Searching for anger. Looking for any crack in his façade that he wasn’t upset with him. That was simply pretending to be concerned. 

“Lance?” 

He blinked, forgetting he needed to respond. “Sorry. Yeah, I’m fine. Just overslept and you know I need to do my morning routine no matter what.” 

Shiro laughed, “yeah I know. Training is in twenty though.” The older man turned and walked down the hallway, dipping into his own room. 

Lance let his door close and pressed his forehead against the material. I just got dressed and now I need to do it again. Tears burned behind his eyes. It was going to be a long day. 

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"Great work today everyone," Shiro smiled at his team. "Hunk, good job taking down the bots before they hit Pidge or Keith."

Hunk rubbed the back of his head. "It's no problem..."

Lance unintendedly tuned him out. He didn't mean top but the cycle started to turn. Did he not do anything worth praising? He chewed on his inner cheek till the faint taste of blood moved over his tongue.

"Coming Lance?" Hunk patted his shoulder gently, wearing a bright grin.

"Uh...yeah." His body went into autopilot. Hunks' words fell on deaf ears as they headed back to their respective rooms. It took too much energy to focus on what his best friend was saying.

Bestfriend. Lance frowned. He wasn't Hunk's best friend anymore. Pidge was Hunks bestfriend. He was replaced when they came to space. When Hunk realized there were other people in the world that were better than Lance.

"So are you going to join?"

Lance blinked back into reality. "What?"

Hunk sent him a confused face. "The slumber party? That Pidge and I are hosting? Tonight? On the bridge?" He paused, his eyes scanning him up and down.

Lance felt his body tense, this was it. Hunk was going to tell him that he was a terrible friend. That he was the reason he found a better best friend. Someone that actually listened to him, unlike Lance.

Hunk raised his hand, placing the back of his hand on Lance's forehead. "No fever. Are you doing okay?"

Lance nodded, "yeah...I'll see you later."

"So you'll be there?"

Lance nodded, opening his door. "Wouldn't dream of missing it." He let the door close. His smile fell as soon as he was alone. I'm a terrible friend. They probably don't even want me to show up.

He sat on his bed, ignoring taking off his armor. He rubbed his eyes till he saw stars. He knew the team hated him. How couldn't they? He hated himself.

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A familiar hand shook him awake. "Lance?" A soft whisper.

He pressed his face further into his pillow. "Go away."

The hand was pulled away from him, a weight pressing down next to him. "You missed dinner."

"I'm tired."

"...the sleepover is starting soon. Are you going to join?"

Lance opened his eyes, rolling his face off the pillow. "I don't know."

"Everyone will be there."

"I know." He closed his eyes.

"...I'm worried about you." The voice was hesitant. Coming out in a breathy whisper.

Lance blindly lifted his hand, somehow finding the other person's hand. "I'm okay. You know I'll always be okay."

Silence.

The hand gently squeezed his back. "I want to help."

"There isn't much help right now."

"I know...I just wanted to remind you that I love you."

Tears burned behind his eyelids and he fought the urge to scream. No, he didn't. How could he love someone like Lance? "Okay."

Keith's shoulders fell some and he stood from the bed. "Try to come join us later. Hunk baked some cookies."

"Okay." He waited for the footsteps to leave the room. The silence deafening. Tears slowly slipped past his eyelids. Creating a constant stream of choked sobs.

Why did he have to be locked in space with people who hated him?

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"Lance! Finally joined us." Pidge smiled at him from where they sat on the couch. Blankets piled around them like a cocoon.

He tried to force a smile but he knew someone was bound to see through it. His mask was cracking. "Sorry, I really needed that nap." See, I knew they didn’t want me to come. 

"No worries," Coran responded and their eyes fell back to the screen. Lance sat down between Keith and Hunk, his head resting on his boyfriend's shoulder.

Keith grabbed his hand, his thumb creating lazy circles on his skin. "You okay?" He whispered.

"Not really."

Keith leaned his head against Lance’s. “Can you talk to me about it?” 

Lance looked around the room. Everyone, except Shiro, was watching the movie. The Black Paladin took favor of a quick nap then watching the film. No one was looking at them.

“There isn’t much to say,” Lance mumbled back. He didn’t want to annoy any more people with his stupid insecurity. This is why no one liked him. Keith was probably dating him as a joke. Or because he was convenient. The dating pool in space is pretty small.  

Keith shifted so he could wrap his arm around Lance. Pulling their bodies as close together as he could. “Whatever your brain is telling you is wrong.” Even in a hushed tone, Keith’s voice held a serious note. A manner he only used when he didn’t want to argue. 

Lance shrugged, “what if it’s right?” 

Keith shook his head. “Unless it's telling you you are my favorite person in the world and a valuable member of the team it can shush.” 

Lance chewed on his bottom lip. His mind beginning to get louder. Why was he always the butt of the joke? “Keith-” 

His boyfriend pressed his lips against his. Slowly pulling back some. “What is your mind saying?” 

Keith wasn’t a stranger to Lance’s mind. This wasn’t the first moment he had where he felt utterly worthless. Like he offered no true value to anyone. That the team wished he was gone. He stared at the hem of Keith's sleeve. Unable to say anything. 

“Hey everyone,” Keith raised his voice. 

“What’s up?” Pidge paused the movie. Everyone's attention turned toward the couple. 

Shiro pushed himself up, pretending he wasn’t passed out.

“Cuddle pile?” Keith's cheeks were tinted red. Clearly uncomfortable with asking the team that. 

Smiles broke out on everyone’s faces and after some shifting around the cuddle pile was formed. Lance was still pressed against Keith. Hunk taking his other side. Pidge and Shiro sat in front of him while Coran and Allura filled in between them. The space mice sat on his lap, immediately falling asleep. 

Keith pressed his lips to his boyfriend's hairline. “We all love you. Don’t forget that,” he mumbled against his skin. 

Lance closed his eyes, a small part of his mind believing Keith. 

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The fact we didn’t get a team cuddle pile is criminal 

I hope you liked it!

Thanks for reading <33333

#klance #langst #lance has depression :( #answer anon #long post #kats writing #my writing #lance vld #lance voltron legendary defender #lance mcclain #i hope you liked it! #posted on ao3

[merlin-wolfgang-trades-hale]

50! like the show (bonus for me, I didn't peek)

Based on the m/m gifs

Gif Number 50 

“Not a word,” Steve hissed after abruptly breaking so he wouldn’t crash into the car in front of them. 

“How about four then? Because I told you so!” 

“That’s five,” Steve gritted out. He looked into the rearview mirror in opes of doing a an illegal u-turn to get them out of this insane traffic, but muttered a swear when he saw they were basically boxed in. 

“Seriously? Couldn’t you have listened at all when I told you not to use this route?” 

“It’s the fastest way. We’ve used it before. You know!” 

“When we make it out on a weekday, sure! It’s Friday, Steven!” Danny scolded him before sighing and texting the rest of the team. “You have to call the governor and tell them you’re going to be very late or not be able to make it.” 

Steve groaned but knew Danny was right. The next couple of minutes weren’t his favorite. So much so that he faked bad reception due to where they were, which they managed to convey at least, before hanging up. 

Steve slumped into the seat...they barely managed to move while he made that call. 

“This is torture.” 

“At this point you’re just being a masochist then. This whole thing could have been avoided.”

“Is the implication here that you’re a sadist? I’d believe that. Though I’d pity your sub.” 

“You’re confusing terminology. For your information, I’d be a great Dom. Which is the word you’re looking for.” 

They moved a bit, but not enough. It was the kind of traffic that incited intense road rage on the most peaceful of drivers. It was threatening to make Steve homicidal. Which is why, despite probably being the worst idea for his jealousy, he dove into the topic they stumbled into. 

“Have you ever Dommed anyone?” Steve asked, trying to be casual about it. Part of it was because he just wanted something to distract him from his impatience of being stuck. Another part...well, he was now curious but wasn’t too sure what he’d do with the information. 

Danny took his time answering, and his answer served as one hell of a distraction because Steve’s attention was now honed in. Danny shrugged his shoulder a bit and replied with, “Once or twice.” 

“Who? Rachel’s too prim and proper...and kind of prudish. No way those would be her kinks...” Was he giving away too much about what he thought about Danny’s ex-wife? But it also held reason! If their sex life had been more adventurous, Steve couldn’t fathom how anyone could or would divorce Danny, but less if they had it all. 

“No, it wasn’t Rachel. Exploring things with her were...’prim and proper,” Danny answered dismissively. His and Rachel’s sex life wasn’t a topic he wanted to discuss with Steve. 

“But you have dommed before?” Steve continued to pry.

“It’s not what you’re thinking. No leather or crops. Being a Dom is more than just the sex part. It’s the attentiveness you have for your partner, making sure their needs are being met, which can be hard to voice. And because it can be hard, being there with the after care,” At the look he got from Steve, Danny tried to be cool about it but did look away for a bit, “I was asked to help a friend of mine back in college. I did a lot of research on it. They just needed a firm hand. In life. Didn’t have to be sexual. It’s...a mentality.”    

Steve nodded, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from commenting. This was new information that he had to process. As much shit he could give Danny about this, that was a spark of interest and a flustering feeling in the pit of his stomach that warned him he’d sooner make a fool of himself than Danny if he spoke. 

Danny tried to fiddle with the radio to find a station to fill the silence. It worked for a while, but as they slowly moved, the actual terrain around them began to affect the signal and they weren’t able to listen to music. 

Steve kept his eyes focus, trying to see movement and maybe a way to veer through and get out faster. Meanwhile his thoughts were...elsewhere. He tried to seem unbothered. Practice breathing exercises that weren’t obvious or bring attention to him. So hyper focus that when the next bit of space cleared up, he wasn’t paying attention and nearly crashed into the car in front of them. 

“Steve!”

Steve slammed on the brake and panted, just short of tailgating the front car. Panting slightly he forced out an, “I’m sorry....” 

Danny eyed him carefully, though it didn’t take too long to find out why Steve was acting the way he was. Looking at the traffic ahead, Danny knew they still had miles before they could even reach a road that’ll give them an option of a different route. He hated seeing Steve suffer, whatever he may bitch and moan about him otherwise...and he did feel somewhat responsible. Which also came with a bit of pride. 

Taking a moment to switch mentality a bit, Danny reached for Steve’s shorts. 

“What are you-”

“Hands on the wheel. Eyes on the road,” Danny ordered. 

Steve grasped the wheel tightly and focused his gaze forward...though he snuck some glances to the side. 

They were still surrounded by other cars so Danny didn’t want to make it too obvious what he was doing, but it didn’t take him too long to unleash Steve’s cock from its confines. 

 He’s caught glimpses of it before. Steve seemed to jump at any and every chance to strip, and more than once have shared a locker room situation as they changed for the beach or out of dirty and bloodied clothing. They’ve stolen looks. Danny still had to be somewhat discreet, though a lot more daring than ever has he gotten a clear view of what Steve was packing in those cargo pants of his. 

Reaching over he grabbed just under the cockhead and stroked downward to the base before gliding his fist back up. It was tentative at first. He repeated the action but this time focused on Steve’s face. When Steve closed his eyes for a moment, Danny reminded him in a quiet but firm voice, “Eyes open. On the road.” 

Steve nodded but bucked into Danny’s hold. With more confidence Danny continued working Steve’s cock. He licked his lips and fought off the desire to lean over and take him into his mouth. This wasn’t the place for it. 

“Fuck...fuck...fuck, Danno, so close!” 

“You come on my steering wheel and there’ll be hell to pay, Steven.” Danny warned.  

Steve moaned at the threat and it was what pushed him over the edge. He ended up breaking abruptly again. The car behind them honking at them, but they were very much trapped in their own bubble inside of the Camaro. Most of the mess was on Steve’s tank top, but some did get on the steering wheel. 

Looking over, Steve motioned to the glove compartment. “There should be some napkins in there.” After Danny handed him some, Steve asked, “What kinda hell can you dish out?” 

“Let’s get out of this traffic before we go that far, babe.” 

“It’s a date.” 

#McDanno #Carguments #lemon #spicy #Thanks for the prompt! #I hope you liked it! #I write them a lot as an established couple I worry sometimes I can't get their characterizations right when they're not a couple yet #So I hope I tapped into their energy...I also just love me them carguments of theirs <3 #Sorry it took forever...>.> #please excuse any errors and typos #Steve McGarrett #Danny Williams #H50 #fanfic #Hawaii 5-0

[winterspiderpurrs]

I want a decently long story of Bucky just stalking Peter from a far and befriending him, just do keep stalking him from close up and convincing Peter that his current girlfriend is toxic just to have Peter. It’s toxic and Steve can see it, upset with Bucky. Gets to the point Bucky is sick of Steve’s nagging and nearly beats him to death. He panics and threatens Steve to keep his mouth shut.

Ends with Peter asleep in Bucky’s arms upset because he thinks MJ is awful. Just where Bucky wants him

I’m sorry for spamming prompts, you’re the only one who delivers such beautiful stories that I need more. Your work is so good

" It doesn't have to be like this Buck"

Steve dodges another punch thrown at him, landing a hit on Bucky's shoulder.

" I know. You just need to keep your mouth shut. It's none of your business."

Steve rolls his eyes, and shoves Bucky after Bucky pushed him back against a wall.

" I'm just worried about you. And Peter and MJ"

Bucky now stands a few feet away from Steve, he wipes at his nose, its bleeding a little.

" There is nothing to worry about. I'm just being a friend to Peter. Helping him out with his girl problem is all."

Sighing, Steve runs his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it back into place.

" Sure, and implying stuff she is doing? Making Peter doubt her?.... Buck... I've seen your office"

" It's my office in my apartment. Its private you had NO business going in there and snooping at stuff that you don't even understand."

Steve waves his hands around and then point to the door leading to the office.

" No snooping needed. That room is covered in hundreds of photos of Peter. And don't think I didn't notice the surveillance camera of his room. This has got to stop before it gets worse. It's already out of hand."

"What's out of hand is you being in my business. Sure I like Peter. I'll admit it. But I am his friend 1st and that isn't going to stop be being friends with him. You know how often he comes home injuried? Almost everytime he goes on patrol. Stark isn't watching him. Gave him that fancy suit but can't even teach the kid basic aid?"

Bucky starts pacing around.

" Someone needs to look out for him. Sure, it's a bit overboard. But in the past 6 months, I've pulled out 3 bullets that didn't go through on him. "

Bucky sighs and then goes to sit down on the couch. He never planned on anyone finding out about his small[big] obsession with Peter. He was just too good for this world. Peter was comfortable with him, and not even Steve fully lets his guard down arouns him like Peter does.

Peter is affectionate and tactical, god does he love the hugs he gets from him. But MJ wasn't worried about Peter, she can't relate to him, to Peter's need to help everyone. She just wanted attention on her, and what she felt was important. He didn't like how she looked at him. Like she was scared and pissed at him. Constantly complaining, never satisfied. She doesn't see the effort Peter tries to put in. Some things are just more important than date night, like saving the city. She just doesn't understand.

But Bucky does. He knows what self sacrifice is, putting others first. After all these years, he finally wants to be selfish. He wants Peter all to himself. He isn't going to snatch Peter up and hide him away. Peter just needs to come to him willingly. He has already opened the door to the possibility to him. Looking down so Steve can't see his face, he smiles faintly. He got so close a few weeks ago.

Peter and Bucky were at the compound. They just finished a routine training session. They were going to stay the night, so they decided on movies. Started a drinking game to Lord Of The Rings. Sure, they can't truly get drunk, but with enough alcohol they could feel buzzed for a few. It was a good bonding moment. And that's when the topic of slash fiction gets brought up by Peter.

" The what?"

Peter flushes. " Well, like... a lot of people online write up these stories? Like fan responses. Like... a lot of fans think Legolas should get with Aragon in a romantic way"

Bucky stares at Peter for a moment, he looks back at the screen and tilts his head before nodding.

" With seeing the actors... that would be a pretty sight to see."

" Right? Cause like they are... wait what... your okay with that? I thought that well..."

" That I would be uncomfortable? I know the stories have me as good with the ladies. But I've never shied away from a good time with a guy. Course, it was illegal then, but I think it's called being Bi now."

Bucky just shrugs and takes another sip of his beer. He watched Peter's reaction. He knows, based on his research, into Peter that he as well was not straight. But he had never said anything to anyone openly.

Peter's eyes widen as he stares at Bucky, and Bucky can't help but feel the warm that spread throughout his chest when Peter gaze goes to his lips and gives him a once over. Before blushing and giving him a shy smile. " I'm Bi too. "

Bucky shakes his head, shoving the memory back before looking over at Steve.

" I'm not going to start anything with him. If he wants to be more then just friends, Peter will have to make yhe move. I promise you Stevie. I'm not approaching him that way. He will have to come to me"

Steve sighs " Thats all well and good Bucky. But if this happens, I can't protect you from Tony again. Its a line you are crossing, and... I do want you happy. You know that. "

" I know..."

And it was a few days after that, and one room overhaul to hide his... extra surveillance of Peter in another location, when Peter called him. He almost got his gun when he heard the teary voice on the line. Peter asked to come over cause he didn't want to be alone right now.

When Bucky opened the door, his shoulders dropped a little. The look on Peter's face was just so heartbreaking.

" Oh Doll... come here"

Peter stumbles into Bucky's arm and wraps him into a hug. Closing the door, Bucky wraps one of his arms around Peter, before shifting their bodies sonhe could pick Peter up and carry him over to the couch.

" I got ya Pete... don't worry I'll take care of you"

Bucky wasn't assassin for nothing. He always gets his target.

#thanks for the ask! #writing prompt #prompt answered #answered asks #i hope you liked it! #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs

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Hiii, I saw your self-ship ask event and omg, it's so cute! Anyway, I wanted to ramble about me and none other than Ran Haitani (doing so makes me really happy and warm) Thank you so much for doing this event :")

I'm allergic to showing the people I like/love that I like/love them. So this means I can be kinda "tsundere" in a way as a panic response when someone notices that I like them? It goes a little like this:

Person: "Aww, you did [favor] for me! Are you going soft for me?"

Me: "I only did it because I had nothing else to do." (lying)

You can already see how that'll go with Ran lmao. I feel like he'd just smile and say "If you say so~" because he can see right through me.

I'm the type to do something drastic when I get really angry. While me and Ran are both generally calm people, he's the calmer one of the two of us. I'm all rational and reasonable until I get angry which is why it's Ran who has to hold me back.

I don't know what to do with myself when someone shows romantic interest in me. If someone is trying to hint that they like me in that way, I will act like the most dense motherfucker ever. Giggling at the thought of Ran being entertained at first and then getting frustrated the longer it goes on.

I'm likely to write/make art about the people I love. (I may or may not have written poems and created concept playlists about Ran) That's one of my love languages along with Quality Time and Acts of Service, I guess. I never show the poems and artworks to my muses, though. I would die before I ever do that lol. I think Ran would have a knack for finding my work and knowing when it's about him. I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm down for just sitting in silence or napping together which I bet Ran would be very happy to do. I feel like we can both stop caring about being interesting when together alone and just exist.

I don't have a playlist but the songs that give me the most Ran feels are:

Don't Delete the Kisses - Wolf Alice

Tokyo Love Hotel - Rina Sawayama

R.E.M. - Ariana Grande

That's all, thank you!

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◇─◇──◇── @tenjikubaby  x Ran! ──◇──◇─◇

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A second birthday special! Happy birthday!

□ Ran adores your playlists and lets you curate the music on every drive you take together. Sometimes he listens closely to the lyrics and will tease you if there's a chance you're playing it because it reminds you of him.

□ Ran doesn't snoop. He doesn't! But sometimes he does drop a sketchbook/notebook and he happens to notice a doodle of a person that looks suspiciously like him. And sometimes he likes to pull poem books off the shelf to take a peek at any loose leaf sheets poking out.

□ He wishes sometimes that he could express his feelings that way for you, but he opts instead for tugging you to bed to cuddle and nap. You can usually guess he's found something when he gets EXTRA physically clingy <3.

□ Ran also loves quality time, I think it might be one of his top two love languages. You know, he's such a gossip lol. I think he loves to spend chatty time before naps, arms wrapped around your back, tugging you to half lay on him,,,

□ I feel like Ran loves PDA and doing silly grand gestures that he knows fluster you. Eventually he gets a feel for the lines he cannot cross, but honestly, here and there, his antics (a little slap to your ass in front of the guys or a big dramatic sign and flowers to pick you up at any public transport or event.

□ He will scoop you up and leave kisses up and down your face and you'll be blushing FURIOUSLY and you probably pull him by his hand to leave as quickly as possible because such histrionics are probably uncomfortable for you (same tho)

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Consider Ran (before you're together) having a week where he get's frustrated with the chase. And you part on rocky terms. But through it all, my god he's really genuinely grown so attached to you and he needs to find a way to fix stuff. For ease, lets assume he has some myspace/discord portal to see what you're listening to and he finds you listening to don't delete the kisses on repeat. He leaves a note in you bag the next time you see him, he leaves a note in his weirdly neat handwriting:

"Get over it and take me out.

It's meant for you.

-r"

It's the most romantic this he's done and that he may ever do but shit. Maybe it won't be too hard to hit him up at least....casually...right?

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Come make my day, tell me about your self ship, and get some hcs of your own.

#SelfVi's Event #normally i ask something! #but i got too excited! #so feel free to interact a lil hehe #i try to build that in but oops #i hope you liked it! #happy birthday! #another meatier for the birthday hehehe #ill try to get more out soon!

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Warning:

This story contains blood, body horror, violence and curses. You have been warned.

@papara-week

Chapter 1

The Princess And The Snake

Chara had enough of this. These people which made her feel sick. This classic music that should lift up her spirits. And the way everyone behaved. It felt like a nightmare to her.

And yet this was the reality she lived in. She was the daughter of a successful businessman. And her father Asgore had high hopes for her. She should be the new shining light of his company! A gemstone among the stars. 

He did talk highly about her, yes. But in the end he just used her to win big investors over. Just like tonight.

Her father wasn't even here for the big event, leaving her all alone to herself. She really wished he'd care more for her. But it seemed like that love had died years ago together with her mother.

The people in the big room laughed and danced around her. They enjoyed themselves highly! Drinking one glass of alcohol after another. 

She looked outside the windows.

Nothing but skyscrapers. Big buildings and rich companies. Sometimes she wondered what this city would look like when it burned to the ground. Leaving nothing but ashes. Deep inside she wanted nothing more. But her sense for justice always made her decide against the idea of starting a fire.

Currently, she was standing in front of a window. Her eyes were dull. Without this glass she would be standing at the edge of this building. She laid a hand against it. The glass seemed thick, but surely you could break it. And she wondered what would happen, if she just pushed more against it...

"Good evening, Miss Dreemurr," a soft voice called out from behind. Surprised, she turned around. A tall man was speaking to her.

He wore a simple suit with a long red cape. It matched the color of blood and made his pearly white bones stand out.

A smile formed on his face as she looked at him. It was gentle but full of dangerous sharp fangs. She took a step back. Her back was pressed against the window now.

"Oh my!" she said with a fake smile. "Deepest apologies! I didn't expect anybody to actually talk with me. So… who are you, Sir? I don't think we have met yet?"

He stepped closer again. Her breath quickened. He was so close to her now and there was nowhere to run to. 

Something seemed dangerous about this man. 

Although somewhere deep down in her guts, she wanted even more of it.

"Ah, how rude of me. My name is Papyrus, you see. And I'm very interested in your company," he said with a wink. 

Her face reddened. Did he just make a joke to flirt with her? A little chuckle escaped his throat. 

"What a lovely color that red is on your cheeks, Miss Dreemurr. But shouldn't we be discussing more important things now? This is still a business meeting after all."

Finally, he stepped away from her. Giving her some space to breathe.

"Are you trying to trick me, Mister? Because your flirty behavior won't bring you very far. There are a lot of other investors in this room. And some would pay a good price for me and my company."

Oh, but he seemed to be more confident than she first assumed. Because those words seemed to only encourage him more.

"We will see about that."

He offered her his right hand. Questioning she looked up.

"Oh what's with that look?" he asked her, shocked. "Did nobody ever?... Seems like this world really lost its taste. Come on now, I want to take you to the dance floor."

So he wanted to dance? This man was something else for sure. There were only a few people that asked her to dance before. But they never flirted with her. Neither did they get so close. Just what had this guy in mind?

Alas, she took his hand. 

The tall figure guided her through the crowd of people. Strangely enough, they seemed to ignore them walking by. Now that was weird. Normally they would ask her something or at least greet her.

What made them get tired of it?

As they stepped on the dance floor, the people around them even made some space. Okay, yes. She could live with this new behavior. Was it because of her dance partner? Did he scare them off? 

A new song started playing and Papyrus put an arm around her waist. With the other one he held her right hand in his left. The music was slow and calming, but Charas heart started racing.

Everyone looked at them. Every pair of eyes in the room.

Didn't they ignore them just a minute ago?

Something felt wrong.

"You know," he said in a calm tone, "I never really told you what I actually work as. But I will let you guess."

"You are not an investor then…?"

"Oh, no. I am not," he said amused. "That's just what you assumed."

Then who was this man? And why did he want to play with her like this?

The music got a little faster. He picked up speed. And the people never stopped staring.

"Then… are you perhaps a leader of some sort? A company's CEO? Or… a boss of something else?"

"No. Guess again, dear."

His grab on her waist just got a little tighter. And she wondered why. Was she in danger? He sure seemed dangerous...

But she just couldn't turn away from him. His orange and green eyes made her stare. That tight grip on her made her feel so cared for. And that lovely voice seemed to touch something deep inside her. And her legs just wouldn't work when she wanted to run from him.

What was this feeling?

"You are… someone shady. Someone that has something dangerous in mind. Aren't you, Papyrus?"

He leaned in closer to her face.

"You guessed right. I knew you were smart, little lady." Curious, he tilted his head. "But then, why aren't you scared?"

He was genuinely surprised by her behavior. Was she not afraid? Was she out of her mind? Because nobody ever let him get this close before.

The music became even more intense.

But as she wanted to answer him, there was only blood coming out of her mouth. Horror filled her eyes. 

"W-what-"

"Ah. The poison decided to kick in. What an unfortunate moment for it, don't you think? Things were just about to get interesting." 

Guess he wouldn't find out why she was still here with him any time soon.

A tear streamed down her face. 

It hurt so much. Did he poison her? Or… did he let somebody do it for him?

Now that she thought about it, somebody offered her a drink earlier. But that was a completely normal thing to do, right? Never had she thought about it being poisonous.

"Hush now, dear." He gently lifted her face up. "You shouldn't cry over something like this. It's only business after all."

A wicked smile spread over his face. His eyes glowed stronger with each word.

"You see, your daddy would pay a good price for his daughter's life to be saved. His poor, poor princess. She was alone for so long. And all he ever cared for was work. How tragic." 

Her legs gave in, but he held her in his arms. He was really strong for a skeleton.

"But don't think of me as the evil one here. I only do my work. And sadly it's very dirty."

Her eyes wandered through the room. The people were still staring.

Was this her end?

"Don't mind the people here, really. They were paid to keep quiet."

She fought so much just to keep her red eyes open by now. Just to be met by his again. And she stared into them with her last moment.

"Good night, my princess. Until we meet again."

And then she fell limp in his arms. The music stopped. The people looked finally away. 

Papyrus should have been happy about this, right? He would get a lot of money for this job. A lot of recognition even. But somehow he couldn't smile anymore. Not with this dying girl in his arms.

"What a shame... I really liked you."

He just hoped that she was still important enough to her father. But he had a bad feeling that she wasn't.

THANK YOU FOR READING CHAPTER 1!

This story took me countless hours to write! I gave up a lot of sleep for it. xD

This is also my first english fanfiction! If you find any errors or spelling mistakes, please let me know.

And yes I know that papara week hasn't officialy started yet, but I wanted some sort of prologue for the story. So we're kind of starting today with our whole adventure.

Keep an eye out tomorrow for the next chapter! I'll try to post at least one chapter each day. Some days have more written content, so don't be confused if it's split up in parts.

Happy shipping! ^^

#undertale #undertale au #papyrus #chara #paparaweek #paparaweek2022 #charus #papara #miezes oc's #miezes storys #papyrus x chara #hero and villain au #I hope you liked it! #This journey will be an emotional rolercoaster #so be careful with your feelings xD #hhh i love them #poison fic #female chara #papara week #day 0?... of papara week #yeah this was posted a day before it started #deal with the fact that my prologue is chapter 1