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donutz · 3 months

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Dogday “x” reader

Summary||Not romantic, at all, but you do give DogDay his legs back ^_^

Going over to the eerie hall, you see a bunch of cells.

Spooky..

I hear.. footsteps? No, not Catnap’s. It’s someone else.

Considering this absolutely terrifying place, something’s gonna pop out at me. Alright before I almost get murdered I’m gonna go to that area that I didn’t check out.

Oh. They’re fading away.

I see a room. With a big paw in the middle. Well, like a paw pillow. You think this is where Catnap sleeps? There’s little Smiling Critters.

Cute. I just realized how adorable that is. Catnap sleepin here while little critters are above him. He’s still just a kitty.

Like 10 years ago..

Anyways I’m gonna go back.

I hear footsteps.. Again?

I go over to the last row a cells and— HOLY—

“You… You’re Poppy’s angel”.

I don’t want to exaggerate, but my mouth was WIDEE open. But I closed my mouth because that was pretty rude to do.

“Come to save us”.

I wanna do something but I’ll let him talk, not for long though, I can’t let DogDay be in anymore pain.

“Nothing left to save, not here”...

Lies, I could save you right now!!

“You’re in Catnap’s home, angel”.

Alright I’m done with you talking. I start, luckily since I used to mess with the toys, getting out my tools to start working.

Well, I find the sharpest one so I can cut the belts holding him up.

“Their home”.

“A million pairs of—”

I take one big swing at all of the belts, and fortunately they all snap! Of course I caught DogDay in time.

“I’m gonna make sure you’re okay, puppy.” I declare, not joking. Like 100%, DogDay is not dyin’ on me.

“But Angel I’ll only slow you down—”

“Lies”.

“The only thing I need to worry about is getting you safe, not you ‘slowing me down’!” I tried to sound a lot less annoyed, I’m not, at all. But I don’t want DogDay to burden himself even more.

I was also running from a bunch of small demons so yeah.

They were chasin’ me like they were tryna eat me alive!

No pun intended.

While I was speed crouchin’ through, there was little critters on the right side of me— I kicked them.

“Sorry little one!” I apologized, I didn’t feel fully bad but I still do because y’know! They’re still— a little bit like the bigger, original critters!

Barely.

Even though they kicked the smaller critters, they still apologized.. They really are an angel.

Finally making it out, I see three colored slides. I made a quick decision and decided to slide down the middle one.

Luckily that was the right one.

“Keep going angel, you’re doing good”..

DogDay is by far the best dog I’ve ever known.

I quickly switched my green hand to my purple hand and used the jump pad—

“Hold on”!

We made it on the platform and thankfully a metal door shut behind us, cutting off the smaller critters.

I pressed the button so we could go up, and waited.

“Angel, that was amazing! But why would you save me?” Wouldn’t it have been better if they left?

“Because I don’t want you to die. Plus, you didn’t slow me down. Also are you okay? Y’know, because of how much I was moving..?

“I'm alright Angel, are you”?

“I am completely fine! Physically”!

I gave him a smile, a real smile. Just so he doesn't think I'm lying.

“Plus, I'm really happy that I was able to get you outta there.”

Now, I just need to get the parts to rebuild him. I 100% do not mind doing that.

After some time, you were able to find a somewhat safe spot that was found by Poppy and Kissy.

And yes, you held DogDay the whole time. Like a little kid holding their stuffy.

You placed DogDay on the ground, he held himself up with his arms so you didn't need to worry too much.

“This might take a while, but the result will be worth it. Or not, depends on your opinion”.

“You reattaching my lower body will be worth it no matter how long it will take”.

I was a little surprised that he said that— he's still outgoing and kind after all these years…

I lifted my head and saw that he had a genuine smile— of course, I smiled back.

After— about two and a half hours I was done. My back is kinda sore but that doesn't matter.

“Okay, you wanna try sitting up”?

“Dog—”

There were visible stars in his eyes.

He was in awe because of my work, and gave me a hug. A really big hug.

“Thank you, Angel”...

“You've done so much for me, how could I ever repay you”...

While he was hugging you he stood up at the same time.

Omg he can walk!! I mean stand.

And Jesus he was tall, not 6’2 type stuff but he was like— 5’0! That's tall for a ‘toy’.

I hugged him back and we were there for a while.

I completely forgot he asked me something.

“Oh! Uhh, you do not need to repay me. But your way of repaying me is just being alive”.

“Promise”?

“... I promise Angel”.

#poppy playtime x reader #dogday x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral #poppy platime fanfic #poppy playtime #dogday #smiling critters #x gn reader #x reader

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mrs-kodzuken · 2 months

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Can I have a timeskip!Ushijima comfort fic? Like Ushi doesn't understand the concept of skinship like holding hands and hugs so he often shrugs off reader's attempts in skinships, which of course made reader feel sad ㅠㅠ

Thank you and have a nice day! <3

Understanding you ♡

Pairing: Aged up! Wakatoshi Ushijima x fem!reader

WC: 1.6k

Genre: slight angst to comfort/fluff

CW: fem!reader, inexperienced in relationships!Wakatoshi, slight angst from ushi :( , fluff and comfort all in the end :)) , maybe some self deprecation from reader, best friends with tendou, communication is always key

note: thank you for requesting this! I hope it’s up to your expectations, sugar!! <3

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Being the girlfriend of the Wakatoshi Ushijima was something I didn’t expect would hurt this much. As his girlfriend, I understood the importance of volleyball since it quite literally is his career path. However, being in a relationship is a whole other aspect to think about.

There never really was anything that really stood out to me about his wrongdoings. He always made it to every dinner plan, he didn’t forget the classic month to month anniversaries, he seemed like he was just a gift from heaven.

I knew it was too good to be true when I realized we, or I, was severely lacking in the physical department of our relationship.

Ushijima and I never really got closer within touching or skin-ship distance. That really sucked for me and hurt my feelings since he aced every other aspect of our relationship, no pun intended.

I wasn’t sure if he was just uncomfortable with touching me or if he had some kind of weird feeling about touching me. However, with physical touch being my number one priority of love language I wasn’t sure how to go about telling him my feelings.

Giving Wakatoshi free rein to plan out his schedule, except for date nights, was a must. He is a grown man and I’m not his mother, but I always felt bad when there was something important, like this, to be talked about.

I couldn’t help but to bite my lip as I stared at our private text messages. His contact name, ‘Ushi baby’ stared right back at me whilst I tried to work up the courage to send a text.

Deciding against it, I threw my phone onto my bed and sighed loudly. He was at practice and had a game tomorrow so I didn’t want to bother him or cloud his mind with meaningless things like what I need to talk about.

I couldn’t help to wallow in my own pity. The clock on my white painted walls doing nothing but making the sound of ticking throughout my room which eventually annoyed me enough to leave.

It was around the time for Ushi’s practice to be over and I really wanted him to come over, I just didn’t know how everything would go.

Whenever we had first started dating I got introduced, and interviewed, by Wakatoshi’s best friend, Tendou. And now, Tendou was one of my closest friends so I decided to call the Chocolatier himself for support.

After the phone had rang for three seconds it picked up, “Hello! Hello!” the familiar voice sounded throughout my kitchen.

“Hey Ten! I am in need of advice and company.” I admitted due to the facetime call revealing his apron on with some stains of colors on it.

“Oh really?” He asked, drawing out the ‘really’.

“Yes, really. I need to talk to Wakatoshi, I’m just not sure how. Any ideas?”

“That depends on what you’re going to talk to him about. Saying the wrong thing could make him easily misunderstand what you mean and vice versa.” Tendou tried to poetically explain, as if I didn’t already know that.

“Yeah, thank you so much,” I rolled my eyes, “I’m feeling a bit.. lonely in our relationship lately. I need more physical affection from him and I’m not sure how to really bring it up because times that’s happened before.”

That little spill from me made memories pop up into my head of Ushijima rejecting my attempts for physical love.

I could only remember how he shrugged himself away from holding my hand or kissing me after I brought him a well-balanced lunch meal one day during practice.

I never felt more embarrassed or ashamed in my life. My own boyfriend rejected my advances to give him, and to receive love from him in front of his entire team.

It wasn’t the only time that that had happened. I tried doing it behind closed doors just in case he didn’t like publicly displaying affection. However, that didn’t work either when he moved away from me one night after being out to dinner.

From that point on it’s just been messaging, very little facetime, some phone calls, and occasionally visiting each other’s apartment. I wasn’t sure how to proceed with this, and I certainly didn’t think it was anywhere near enough to breaking up.

However, that doesn’t mean he didn’t hurt my feelings nor have been continuing to hurt them. Whether on purpose or not.

With Ushijima being a member of the Schweiden Adlers, I knew some of his teammates and occasionally talked with them about how my boyfriend was doing time to time.

However, I couldn’t help to not reach out to them within the last couple of weeks. I didn’t have the courage to confidently ask about him.

Tendou’s voice brought me back to where I needed to be, which was having this conversation to communicate my needs across to him.

“And since knowing him for a while helps my understanding, I think a simple conversation would do the trick. Honestly, I’m not sure why you called if you knew that too?” He questioned me, eyes peering dangerously close to mine through the tiny phone screen.

I bit my lip, “It’s just… he has a game tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin that by spouting dumb nonsense about how I’m not feeling this or that from him.”

Growing up, I’ve always considered other peoples thoughts, opinions, feelings before mine. It was just the kind of person I was, and now it hurts me the most when I need to express myself.

“Girl. Fuck that game.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“Yes Wakatoshi loves his career and it’ll always be there but you’re something in his life that can disappear at any moment. I think he’d want to know,” Tendou tried reasoning with my dumb logic as he pointed a wooden spoon in my direction.

I gave up. I knew in the back of my mind that Tendou was definitely right and I wasn’t but it was my own self that was keeping me from doing what I needed to do.

“Alright, I think I’ll ask him to come over tonight then.” I tried to say confidently after I made up my mind of what needed to be done.

“Great! When I’m in Tokyo next I’ll be sure to bring a little something for you and him.” Tendou winked at me before ending the facetime call.

That only left me to do one thing, text my boyfriend. I quickly sent him a text asking if it would be okay for him to come over after practice.

My nerves were all over the place as I waited for the tall, olive haired man to show up at my place.

Soon the door bell brought me out of my mind trance and when I opened the door I saw the one and only Ushijima.

“Hey Toshi, come in,” I widened the door after taking a good look at him.

It seemed like he came here right out of practice, he was still in his whole practice uniform. His usual stoic face didn’t change once I sat down on to my living room couch.

“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?” He bluntly asked, getting straight to the point with me.

I took a deep breath to prepare myself, “Yes, Toshi. There is something the matter. My feelings are hurt and have been hurt for a while due to the lack of physical touch in our relationship.” I paused for a moment to look over his face.

He seemed to be intently listening on every word I was saying which gave me the impression to keep going.

“I just want more skin ship with you like hugging, kissing, hang holding, or even just sitting beside you with arms touching. I feel deprived of that because you seem to always move away when I try to initiate it. Is there a reason or..?” I trailed off, finishing what I was saying and asking a question to see his side.

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way, (Y/n). I don’t understand the idea of that. It makes you feel more loved than usual?” He asked, trying to work around in his head of what I had mentioned.

“Well, yes. Without it I feel upset or rejected by you sometimes.” I hung my head low a bit, it was embarrassing having to discuss this. However, I was always one to get embarrassed or ashamed at anything I needed.

“I will try, for you.” He promised, his large hand reaching over to me and placing it on my knee. He was very warm and it traveled through my body.

I smiled a bit, “Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’m sorry for not telling you sooner.”

I scooted closer to him on the couch and he gave me his one million dollar small smile that I love. His arms wrapped around my shoulders whilst I hugged his torso. His lean but built, very built, body touched my soft one, I loved this feeling.

We stayed like that for a minute, nothing heard but the low volume of my living room TV and our breathing.

“Thank you, Toshi. I really appreciate that you’ll try for me.” I pulled away, already missing the hug but needing to say that to his face.

“Of course, love.” His hand came up to caress my face and I leaned into his touch.

The aching in my heart and body went away after discussing that with him. It was all just a bit miscommunication which was easily fixed after I expressed what I needed to.

I couldn’t be more content.

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a/n: I hope you enjoyed anon!! I’m terrible at writing for Ushijima but thank you for helping me extend the people I can write for :))

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shayrose5494 · 24 days

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Valentino Must Die

So I have Hazbin Hotel brainrot and hate Valentino with a fiery passion. So I decided to compile a list of who I'd like to see be the one to off him when his time comes and how I think it would go down. This list is essentially from least exciting (but no less satisfying) to most exciting:

6. Husk

Now Husk is so low on this list because let's be honest, he's one of the most predictable ones to do it. It's been established by Vivziepop that apparently his and Angel's relationship will be a slow burn, but it's been hinted HuskerDust is endgame, so it would make sense for Husk to be the one to take Val out.

I imagine that one day, Angel returns to the hotel seriously hurt because of Val. This would be the tipping point for Husk. So he tracks down Val. Now this part could go one of two ways visually:

Scenario 1: We see Husk track down Val, and after a bit of a confrontation (and veiled threat on Husk's end), the screen cuts to black. Cut back to the Hotel, where Angel is finding out Husk went after Val. Angel, despite being in pain, has to go find Husk. But before he can leave, a bloodied Husk returns. He tells Angel he never has to worry about Val hurting him again and that he'll keep him safe. Insert HuskerDust first kiss.

Scenario 2: Husk still tracks down Val, but Angel arrives before the fight really begins. Val tries to hurt (or even kill) Angel. This send Husk into a rage and for the first time we get to see Husk's full demon appearance. The fight ensues and Husk comes out on top. Insert HuskerDust first kiss (I kinda sort ship it lol)

5. Angel

Angel is the one that has the most motivation to kill Val, which is why he's also so low on this list. Like Husk, this is quite predictable.

I imagine something along the lines of Husk's Scenario 2. But instead of Husk going full demon (maybe because he's lost his overlord status he can't go full demon anymore) he still fights as is. Unfortunately, this gives Val the upperhand.

So when it seems Val is going to win this fight, and possibly kill Husk, Angel shoots Val. We know Angel has the guns to do it. But he's always been too afraid of Val to follow through. But seeing Husk, someone he loves, facing Val's wrath, this would be the motivation Angel needs. (We know Angel is protective about those he cares about, like he was with Charlie when she came to the studio). Angel kills Val and HuskerDust kiss. (I'm trying to manifest it into existence ok).

4. Charlie

Now, I don't actually think Charlie would kill Val. However, I'm not gonna rule it out or be mad about it if it happens.

After all, we all saw how she went full demon after Sir Pentious' death. I wouldn't put it past Charlie to go full demon on Val after learning the extent of his abuse towards Angel (she nearly did in the studio). She's already lost one friend, she's not about to loose another. But we all know, that if Charlie got into a fight with Val, there would be no option of sparing him. And not even Angel would be able to talk her out of it this time.

3. Cherri

I feel like Cherri's motivation would be similar to Charlie's. She also lost Sir Pentious and there is no way in hell (pun 10000% intended) she's going to loose Angel to moth boy.

I'd love nothing more than to see her shove one of her bombs down his throat then walk away as he explodes in the background like in an action movie.

2. Niffty

Nothing would bring me more joy than watching Niffty pull an Adam2.0 with Val. And since we know that she enjoys killing bugs, watching her kill the giant pest would be so satisfying.

I imagine that Angel would finally tell Val, he's done, contract be damned. So Val shows up to the hotel. A fight between Val and the gang ensues. Val, like Adam, starts monologuing, until a knife pops through his chest.

Bonus points if Niffty does it because a tiny moth came flying through the lobby, so her thinking it's the same principle as with mother roaches and their children, kills Val to send a message to the moths lol.

Finally, last but never least, and my personal favorite because it's so out of left field:

Alastor

Now, hear me out, this one's a bit strange, but let me explain:

Imagine the Husk/Angel scenario where Husk goes after Val, but Val gets the upper hand. Husk is seriously injured (not killed mind you, just injured). While Alastor doesn't consider Husk a friend, he does own Husk's soul. And if you think anyone but Alastor can hurt Husk and get away with it, you'd be sorely mistaken.

Alastor would rip Val limb from limb (and we love that for Val). Plus this would reinforce the rivalry between Alastor and Vox, especially of Vox and Val are still in their dating phase of their on/off relationship. This could even bump Vox up to a serious antagonist for the hotel.

I know that some of these were a bit far-fetched, but I love twists and turns like that in movies and TV. Going in one direction for so long before taking an unexpected turn. If anyone else has any other ideas let me know. I want to hear all of the fun ways we could kill Val. In the meantime:

Piggy kisses for your troubles.

#hazbin hotel #alastor #niffty #cherri bomb #charlie morningstar #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel valentino

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animereaderinsertwriter · 1 year

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men

Final Word Count: 3k

Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!

Excerpt:

They called it the Love Shack.

You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.

The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—

Ahem. Right.

Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:

As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.

Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.

At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.

“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”

“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”

That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.

“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”

Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room.

“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”

Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.

“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”

It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.

“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”

Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.

“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”

Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.

***

They called it the Love Shack.

Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.

(No pun intended).

“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”

“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”

Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.

“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin.

Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.

“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”

You frowned.

“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”

“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”

Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.

“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”

“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.

Ejirou hid his face in his hands.

“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.

“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”

“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”

You were burning with curiosity.

“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”

“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”

Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!

“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”

Mina smirked.

“Katsuki Bakugou.”

You nearly fell off the bed.

“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?”

Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you!

“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”

“Mina!”

“What? It’s the truth!”

“Mina!”

And that was how you ended up like this.

The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went.

"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced.

Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative.

All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry.

In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now.

Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show.

Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room.

"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation.

"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."

Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought.

"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"

Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse.

"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."

And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed.

This would not do.

Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it.

“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”

Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.

“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.

Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.

A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though.

Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

You shivered.

“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth.

"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you."

"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips.

"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."

You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room.

"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."

When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration.

"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."

There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock.

In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,

"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."

Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give.

"You close?" he grunted, never slowing.

"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."

"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."

In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you.

In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.

"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."

"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."

This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before.

All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.

Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 3 months

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requesting fluff with dhawan!master x their gn! companion

I tried to make this extra cute and fluffy because I'm such a sucker for those kinds of things (also shout out to my bestest bud @your-next-daydream for helping me come up with this corny ass pun of a title. I love you sm <3)

The One Who Rocks My World (Dhawan! Master x reader)

Warnings: soft! Master (he might be slightly ooc due to a part in this where he gets a little emotional), teeny weeny bit of hurt/comfort, but mostly just lots and lots of fluff

"Ooh, let's go there!" You said in excitement, pointing at a random alien marketplace that popped up on one of the TARDIS console's many screens.

The Master merely sighed, knowing you wouldn't stop pestering him until you got what you wanted. He usually wasn't a fan of random, one off trips (he wasn't The Doctor) but something about you always made it so hard for him to say no.

"Fine, but we're staying for no longer than two hours, three tops. And I'm not buying you anything there." He said sternly, glancing up at you while he punched in the coordinates. "Do you understand?"

You simply squealed happily in response, clapping your hands together. "Yay! I knew you'd say yes!"

Less than twenty minutes later, the two of you arrived at the marketplace. You'd grabbed The Master by the hand and were already starting to drag him towards it before the TARDIS had even landed properly.

"Slow down, the market's not going anywhere in the ten minutes it'll take us to get there," he grumbled, though he made no real attempt to stop you, something he could very well do if he so pleased.

He lingered a little behind you, following you around from vendor to vendor as you oohed and awed over the different wares being sold.

"Remember, I'm not buying you anything, so don't pick anything up if you don't have the money to pay for it," he called after you, watching as you picked up a piece of fabric that was similar to a scarf.

You frowned slightly before putting it back down, knowing full well that even if you did have the money, you most likely wouldn't know how much to give them, and you had no interest in being scammed by some random alien seller, again.

The Master shook his head at your antics, smiling softly to himself. As irritating as you could be sometimes, he did have to admit he found it to be pretty endearing.

He turned to say something else to you before realizing you'd run off again, though to where he wasn't entirely sure. He was about to start tearing apart the entire marketplace looking for you before you suddenly popped up again, this time holding something in your hands.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to figure out what you had. "What's that in your hands?"

"Oh, I found it on the ground over there!" You said while pointing to a beachy area that was littered with small, multicolored stones. "It's for you."

He looked at you in confusion as he took the stone, not quite sure what to say. "What is this?"

"It's a rock." You stated plainly, doing nothing to actually answer his question.

"Yes, I'm well aware of that." He did his best to supress an eye roll. "I mean, why are you giving it to me?"

"Well, because I care about you," you stated as though it should've been obvious. "And you give gifts to people you care about."

That made sense, he supposed, though The Master never really did view himself as someone other people would care for. But, still. A rock?

"Why a rock?" He asked curiously, turning it over in his hands.

"Because it's purple," you simply replied, an unwavering smile on your face. "And you wear purple a lot, so I figured it must be one of your favorite colors. Plus, it reminded me of you."

Your words made him want to cry. You thought about him enough that you were reminded of him in even the smallest of things?

"It's- it's very nice," he choked out, blinking back a sudden onslaught of tears.

You frowned slightly, your forehead creasing in concern. "Aw, don't cry." You immediately wrapped your arms around him, pulling him in for a comforting hug.

He wasn't nearly as stiff as he was the first few times you showed him physical affection, but he was obviously still a little awkward about it, holding his arms out to the side while you hugged him.

He glanced yet again at the rock in his hand, watching as the mixture of colors shined brightly in the sun, like his very own kaleidoscope.

The purple color of the stone made him smile, and he very slowly did his best to hug you back properly, not missing the way you seemed to hold on for a bit longer after that.

If this was always what happened when you went on trips together, then he'd have to make sure to plan them more often.

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seventeen and try not to laugh

how seventeen will attempt to cope during a game of 'no laughing'

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seungcheol:

one of the most terrible. someone tells him not to laugh, then he gets the most overwhelming urges to laugh. like reverse psychology, you know? buries his head into the sofa cushions and tries his hardest to disassociate from the rest of the members bc even just looking at dokyeom's face will 100% make him snort with laughter. his face isn't visible the entire time. he has a crick in his neck from keeping his head in the cushions. his body is practically vibrating but it doesn't count as laughing if you can't hear or see him doing it

jeonghan:

has to bite his lips soooo hard to stop himself from bursting out into laughter at ostrich-coups with his head in the cushions. tries to make one of the younger members laugh first bc only then can he laugh too. steadfastly refuses to be the first one to lose but can bear losing after the others. tries to tickle the other members, eventually gives up bc they try and tickle him back. is often the one who initiates the game and gets everyone to play

joshua:

is always protesting that he has a naturally smiley face so they can't hold that against him. pretends that he's not going to play, but the minute the first person laughs he's pointing at them and yelling that they lost and you guys he's been playing with you for ages what do you mean?? has the most offended look when someone calls him out for smiling, goes on a whole rant and sulks bc of the discrimination, makes them completely forget that he was called out in the first place. manages to last so many hours using this method, eventually loses bc he forgets he's even playing

junhui:

makes so many members fail just by looking at his face. is pretty good at keeping in his own laughs, but apparently he's a Very Funny Guy or something bc this one time mingyu entered the kitchen while he was eating crisps and snorted so hard that he gave himself a sore throat. eventually cracks because jeonghan comes to him practically in tears to show him ostrich-coups who's shaking the whole sofa with his silent laughs

hoshi:

like shua, complains that he's naturally a smiley guy. tries to lie upside down on the sofa thinking it's gonna help him reduce his laughter, almost ends up losing three minutes into the game bc in fact all it did was just make it worse. ends up making little snuffly laughs fifteen minutes in. is always one of the first members to lose the game

wonwoo:

always says that he's an emotionally dried up husk of a person so he won't laugh. jeonghan tries to tickle him for that, and is extremely disappointed when wonwoo doesn't so much as flinch. tries to make the other members laugh so he's not the first to laugh (2), and is so awkward and wonwoo-ish that he succeeds 60% of the time. is one of the three people that can make jihoon break

woozi:

ends up laughing bc of hoshi's laughs. or bc of wonwoo's stupid puns. or just bc of dokyeom's entire being. is never the first member, but has definitely never survived the whole game before. was one tickled by jeonghan until he couldn't breathe, but managed to continue the game bc he didn't laugh once and instead was screaming the entire time. that one incident managed to take out five other members, and he doesn't know if he should be proud of that fact

minghao:

"there's nothing to laugh about in life, anyway. why would i laugh during a game?" attempts to zone out to win the game, is thrown over mingyu's shoulder to break his concentration so he's forced to consciously fight against laughter. once came in second place, but eventually lost bc dokyeom (who'd lost hours ago) popped his head into his room to ask something before promptly losing his balance and falling over in the middle of his doorway and hoshi, who was walking behind him, ended up tripping and falling on his immobile body while trying to get to the living room

mingyu:

everyone knows that he'll end up being one of the first four to burst into laughter. finds absolutely e v e r y t h i n g funny while they're playing. hansol hit his toe against the door one time while going to the toilet and he dissolved into a mess of incoherent giggles. makes it his mission to make the other members laugh too, either by randomly letting out shrieky laughter or doing stupid things. has a 50% success rate. is currently holding a competition w dokyeom for how many members they can get to laugh, and he's right now losing 17 to 22.

dokyeom:

laughs really easily. like, really really easily. is always one of the first ones to point out when shua is grinning, finds it really unfair when his hyung manages to wriggle out of it :(( even tho he laughs really easily he doesn't rlly mind bc he's also absolutely incredible at making the others laugh too. was once the first one to lose the game and managed to make all the others lose in one go when he wanted to make a smoothie and blended the blender without the lid on, milk and berries going everywhere and making him look like he'd murdered an ice cream man

seungkwan:

physically tries to tape his mouth shut every time, is stopped by jeonghan so it can be a 'fair game'. attempts to film seungcheol with his head in the cushions as blackmail material, can never go through with it bc he'll start cracking up. is so competitive for no apparent reason?? always ends up losing anyway but is determined to one day make yoon jeonghan and joshua hong lose before him bc it doesn't make sense that they can beat him in a game like this

vernon:

the only thing that can crack him up is seungkwan. just. anything that seungkwan does can get him to fail instantly. tries really hard to avoid even looking anywhere near seungkwan's direction bc this is a game that he can win okay so long as seungkwan doesn't do anything remotely funny. is an accidental master at making others laugh, in the sense that it's always cuz of his accidents n also cuz he does it by accident. the most memorable time was when he (somehow) managed to put his whole foot in their wooden coffee table. stared down at it for a whole ten seconds before going "oh". managed to make joshua and wonwoo dissolve into laughter, ultimately winning the game

chan:

has a 50/50 success rate in holding in his laughs. if he just sits in the corner and stares at the wall the entire time, he could totally disassociate so hard that he forgets the members are even there. but is also painfully set on getting the others to laugh bc of him, ends up making himself lose bc reality always hits him while he's in the middle of doing a skit or trying to crack a joke

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webslingerofthegalaxy · 7 months

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RANT TIME

Okay, unpopular opinion that no one asked for but I have nowhere else to vent it so you're stuck with it time. I HATE the animated trolls shows, The Beat Goes On and Trollstopia. With a burning passion. I will admit, TBGO wasn't as bad as Trollstopia imo, but it was still bad. Why, you may ask?

Allow me to explain.

First off, let's start with TBGO. Now, since this comes after the first movie and we don't have a lot of context beyond it, I let a lot slide. But the main transgression I have is that this show brought Creek back. CREEK. Of all the MISERABLE LOUSY PATHETIC COWARDS to resurrect, they picked CREEK. WHY. Why was this necessary???? He adds nothing to the story beyond an annoying presence that makes me want to hurl my device like Captain America's shield. AND THEN, they make Branch the bad guy for not trusting him immediately. OF COURSE HE DIDN'T TRUST CREEK, THE SLIMY POS SOLD EVERYONE OUT TO SAVE HIS OWN SKIN. DID EVERYONE FORGET THAT!?!?! And then this leads to Branch having to APOLOGIZE to Creek and then eventually to them sort of becoming friends. THIS WOULD NEVER HAPPEN. Every episode he was in I could feel myself losing braincells.

If you thought that was alot, stick around for my rant on Trollstopia because holy shit, where do I begin?

Now, the idea behind Trollstopia is actually a good one. Like hey, everyone is so spread out, how about a group from every tribe comes to live in the middle which happens to be Pop Village? Genius! And I will admit, in the beginning it seemed promising! And then, they fucked it up.

How, you may ask?

Simple. My point can be simplified to 2 main subjects:

They put WAAAYYYY too much effort into Poppy's relationships with literally EVERYONE ELSE and nowhere near enough into her relationship with Branch, HER BOYFRIEND.

They absolutely, totally, 110,000% DESTROYED Branch's character.

I shall now explain my stance. First off, we have point #1. Now, don't get me wrong. Poppy should absolutely have relationships with other trolls! She's the queen, for hair's sake! And I really did enjoy the fact that she made new friends and got really close with them. As someone who has eternally struggled with making and maintaining friendships, I loved seeing her do what I usually cannot. HOWEVER, this is no excuse to neglect her relationship with her actual fucking BOYFRIEND. Trollstopia takes place after TWT, after Branch and Poppy confessed and entered a relationship (if you wanna argue with me, look at the official Trolls Wiki, it'll back me up). But if you watch the show, you can barely tell they LIKE each other, let alone that they're dating. The show ran for 7 seasons and, out of those seasons, can anyone tell me a single episode where they were the focus? I won't even ask about them as a couple, just them interacting together being the focus! Poppy and her friends repeatedly bulldozed over Branch, his feelings, and his boundaries, constantly mocked him, and shit on anything he wanted to do. I swear at times it was like watching Trolls 1 Branch and Poppy interact.

Finally, my second point: Branch's character. They absolutely fucking took all of Branch's hard earned character development from 2 movies and a holiday special and went:

Wanna know how I know? What does Branch actually DO in Trollstopia? About every 10th episode, he shows up to offer a crappy sarcastic remark that pales in comparison to his usual ones and does one of 3 things:

Gets hurt

Gets made fun of

Acts like a total moron, and not in a cute way.

He's basically turned into Jay from the later seasons of Ninjago (my apologies Jay, I love you but you know it's true). I mean, in one episode he got his ass absolutely HANDED to him when he tried the rodeo! COME ON. The dude who caught a stick fired at him without looking and jumped in front of a death bolt to save Poppy got served by a fucking bull thing? Bullshit (no pun intended). To add onto this, when he's not being trampled and beaten for no fucking reason, he's being used for the most CRINGEWORTHY comedic relief. I mean really, there was a whole episode about how he wanted to be called a "cool nickname" by Lownote. Really? We really think that's in character? And to top it off, he gets stuck with "Skippy Two-Shoes". WHAT. THE. FUCK??? I almost had an aneurysm when I heard that. And everyone was fine with it!!!! Which leads into my last point, NO ONE GIVES A SHIT ABOUT HIM DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE SAVED POPPY AND IS HER FUCKING BOYFRIEND. There was a whole fucking episode about him getting all pissed off at the Techno Trolls for taking over his lagoon in his bunker (which I have to say I'm jealous he has) to have "raves" at like 4am. WHO WOULDN'T BE PISSED OFF??? My upstairs neighbors bang around at all fucking hours of the day and it drives me insane so I get why Branch is mad! BUT WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE? Why is it when he complains he gets told that he's being "unfair" and has to "share"? Fuck that, he was there first! It's not like Trollstopia isn't huge, they can find somewhere else to infest at 4am!

In conclusion, I hate the animated shows because they destroy the relationship between Branch and Poppy and demolish all of Branch's character development, reducing him to the annoying sidekick that always gets cheered at when they get hurt or die tragically.

End of rant. Thank you for sticking with me, I needed to get that off my shoulders. Branch is my favorite character and it infuriates me that he gets the short end of the stick all the time. Enjoy this as a reward:

#dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #poppy x branch #branch x poppy #branch trolls #poppy and branch #trolls branch #branch #branch and poppy #trolls poppy #poppy dreamworks #poppy trolls #queen poppy #trolls the beat goes on #trollstopia #broppy

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emeraldtart · 13 days

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TWST X No Straight Roads (ft. 1010!Yuu)

After the whole Rock Revolution fiasco, Neon J decided it's time to introduce a new member to 1010. Also because his twins (Eloni and Haym) wanted a baby sibling.

So he made Kaw*. The crew's newest member, rapper, and the mysterious one. Since they're recently made, they're as sentient as MK-I androids, but it doesn't stop their fellow troops and captain from trying to indulge them.

Unfortunately, an incident involving Kliff messing with Neon J and DJSS's newest equipment caused them to be pulled to Twisted Wonderland to everyone's horror.

Facts about 1010!Yuu

Their name is a pun on two things 'kau' which is one of the ways to say 'you', which is in a more casual way as opposed to 'awak'. And also 'kaw' which means strong tasting beverages.

They're not sentient (yet)

They are made as a foil to Rin, from their colors (white vs purple), roles (leader and loner) and 'age' (oldest and youngest).

Their weapon is a gun, and they have a sniper gun installed in their arms. Think of Lady Nagan from MHA.

They haven't met Bunk Bed Junction. Their siblings were planning to meet with them until the incident.

Throughout the prologue they're just standing there like ._. while the chaos is happening around them. Nothing in their programming make them equipped with this situation.

Flirt with the first years + dorm leaders because they mistake them as a crowd of fans.

Their base programming/personality can be summed up as: quiet.

Shroud brothers are equal part excited and confused. Excited because holy crap, an idol robot!? That's cool! Confused because who installs weapons inside a idol robot!?

They're waterproof, as they are a navy robot.

Idia realizes he's a hypocrite because he did the same thing to Ortho.

Kaw is mostly expressionless until they see a large enough crowd and they suddenly flirts with them.

They can sing and dance, and sometimes sings the last word of a sentence.

Neon J made Kaw more durable, as he had learnt from his encounter with B2J during the Rock Revolution. They won't explode from people screaming, and they also have a sort of mini-Qwasa in their body that they can charge by listening to Funky House and Dance-pop/Europop music, which they can do simply be performing a song in that genre.

They're also charged by cheers like their brothers.

Since they came from a world that revolves around music, their body occasionally moves to an invisible tempo, even when they are standing still.

Started to show signs of sentience during Heartslabyul when Riddle insulted Neon J. They began to insult him back in a way only robots can, and everyone who heard their words were scared of what they said.

In Savanaclaw they started to 'have fun' playing a magicless form of Magishift with the first years and Savanaclaw.

Octavinelle was when they became fully sentient. They suddenly cried when the Savanaclaw students tried to pick a fight with them, as the stress finally catch up with them.

Everyone freaks out because 1) They can cry!? and 2) Oh shit, they're crying.

It also happens that at that moment Neon J managed to connect with Kaw's hologram projector + communicator, sees his metal child crying with an awkward Savanaclaw gang and Grim trying to console them, and began to threat the ever-loving daylights out of the students.

After all is said and done, Kaw explains everything and Neon J starts making plans on how to take out Azul.

Kaw: Dad. You can't do that, that's illegal.

Neon J: I know. But just so you know, your older brothers are not going to- wait. Did you just call me dad!?

Kaw: Wha- I- I mean SIR! *salutes*

Neon J: Oh my gosh... TROOPS! YOUR FELLOW SOLDIER HAS GAINED SENTIENCE! COME TAKE A LOOK!

Kaw: DAD, NO!!!

Savanaclaw looking at Neon J and thought: Oh Sevens, they weren't kidding when they said their captain(dad?) has a sonar for a head.

Jack may or may have not taken a picture of Neon J's hologram and send it to ADeuce (the picture got photobombed by the rest of 1010)

Let just say that Crowley's on NJ + 1010's hit list when they found out what he made their youngest member do.

The list of people increased when Neon J brought it up to NSR meetings.

B2J found out through 1010 who were hanging out with them.

Crowley is on sight in Vinyl City, beaten only by Kliff.

When VDC rolls in, they join in the training as emotional support.

Kaw managed to find a loophole in Vil's Unique Magic so they sneak in some sweets for the VDC team.

Trein noticed Kaw's disappointment at not being allowed to join in on VDC, being a 10-feet 10-inches tall robot and all. He pulled some strings with Crewel and allow Kaw to join in on the closing ceremony with their brothers.

Let just say that Kaw aced both history and potionology as a thank you gift.

As for Malleus, he was interested in this tall robot. A being made of metal, that sings and dance and powered by music? Very interesting indeed.

Their talk at first is very brief because of Kaw's lack of sentience, but then they started to become more human and eventually Malleus pointed out how they have become much more than what they were born for; a living being.

Kaw calls him Abang (Big brother/older brother).

Rin felt that his status as the eldest brother is being challenged.

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rpstartersinc · 11 months

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* 𝐇𝐁𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 / 𝐄𝐏 𝟖 & 𝟗.

feel free to change pronouns / wording!

“ do you remember what comes next? ”

“ when can we bury him? ”

“ the ground is too cold to dig. ”

“ it was dark, see what you wanna see sometimes. ”

“ i sensed doubt in there. ”

“ i need to know you’re with me. ”

“ you think we can just take it? ”

“ any sudden moves, i put one right between your eyes. ”

“ we didn’t even hear you coming. ”

“ you can’t drag this back on your own. ”

“ i’m not following you anywhere. ”

“ it’s not code, do as i said. ”

“ you know, you really shouldn’t be out here all on your own. ”

“ from where i’m sitting, you shouldn’t be out here on your own. ”

“ it’s hard to trust strangers. ”

“ is this some weird cult thing? ”

“ the whole world ended and you still believe that shit. ”

“ i actually started believing after the world ended. ”

“ luck? there’s no such thing as luck. ”

“ i believe everything happens for a reason. ”

“ you won’t survive for long out there. ”

“ i can protect you. ”

“ you should kill him. ”

“ i’m gonna lead them away from you, but if anybody makes it down here you fucking kill them, you got it? ”

“ do not fall asleep. ”

“ you so hungry for vengeance? deliver it. ”

“ i started worrying you wouldn’t wake up. ”

“ why am i in a cage? ”

“ i’m afraid of you. ”

“ you’re a dangerous person, you’ve certainly proven that. ”

“ the others, they want me to kill you for all that’s happened. ”

“ i stopped them. ”

“ you can’t survive on your own, no one can. ”

“ i’m not on my own. ”

“ you focus right here, or i’ll pop your fucking kneecap off. ”

“ you’re gonna chop me up into little pieces. ”

“ you don’t believe that. ”

“ you remind me of me. ”

“ you have a violent heart. ”

“ what did you say? everything happens for a reason, right? ”

“ no one infected fights this hard to stay alive. ”

“ neither one of us is dying today. ”

“ it’s me. ”

“ it’s okay, baby girl. i got you. ”

“ you fucking tell them. ”

“ you’re so tough. ”

“ it’s not your fault. ”

“ i can’t kill you. ”

“ have you ever played this? boggle? it’s a word game. ”

“ if you want to beat me at something it would be this. ”

“ i haven’t played in forever. ”

“ i was thinking maybe i could teach you. ”

“ you want to learn how to play guitar? ”

“ i was thinking we blast our way through that rubble. ”

“ i’ll give you a boost. ”

“ you kinda seem extra quiet today. ”

“ don’t scare it. ”

“ is it everything you hoped for? ”

“ can’t deny that view. ”

“ maybe there’s nothing bad out there but so far there’s always been something bad out there. ”

“ i’m only saying there’s risk. ”

“ after all we’ve been through, everything i’ve done - it can’t be for nothing. ”

“ i know you want to protect me. ”

“ i’ll follow you anywhere you go. ”

“ there’s no half-way with this, we finish what we started. ”

“ they were way better at stitching you up than i was. ”

“ there’s no story. ”

“ i couldn’t see the point anymore. ”

“ i couldn’t have been more ready. ”

“ when i went to pull the trigger i flinched. ”

“ so time heals all wounds, i guess. ”

“ you know what i’m in the mood for? shitty puns. ”

“ people are making apocalypse jokes like there’s no tomorrow. too soon? ”

“ moon rocks taste better than earth rocks. why? because they’re meteor. ”

“ what did the green grape say to the purple grape? breathe, you idiot. ”

“ you got hit pretty hard. ”

“ you are the one person i never wanted to be in debt to, but i owe you. ”

“ there is no one else. ”

“ i’m the only one who understands. ”

“ he tries anything, shoot him. ”

“ i didn’t hear anyone say ‘stop’. ”

“ i don’t have time for this. ”

“ how did you get in here? ”

“ you can’t keep her safe forever. ”

“ it isn’t for you to decide. ”

“ it’s not too late, even now, even after what you’ve done. ”

“ it’s alright, you’re with me. ”

“ take it slow, the drugs are still wearing off. ”

“ they’ve stopped looking for a cure. ”

“ i barely got you out of there. ”

“ were people hurt? ”

“ i’m taking us home. ”

“ she got us close enough, we gotta walk the rest of the way. ”

“ bet you would’ve liked her back. ”

“ not much further now. ”

“ she got bit, too. ”

“ she was the first to die. ”

“ that’s not on you. ”

“ sometimes things don’t work out the way we hope. ”

“ if you just keep going, you find something new to fight for. ”

#( sentence. )#sentence starters #sentence meme #rp meme #rp starters #tlou #the last of us hbo #tv series #apocalyptic #horror #finally posting this #had it typed up for a while my bad

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quinloki · 8 months

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For the Host Club AU ive gotta ask about Ace after hours!!

Portgas D. Ace

After Hours Role: Dancer / Escort

After Hours Attire: Ace is very relaxed in his attire after hours. Little more than cargo shorts and boots, sometimes gloves and suspenders, he rarely wears anything remotely like a uniform. Even in the dead of winter, the less clothes the better for the resident fire bug.

Ace will wear outfits when he’s doing dances – His Fireman stripper routine starts with him just about in full fireman’s gear (minus an oxygen mask and tank) and ends with him in little more than boots and a thong. He also has an outfit not too dissimilar from Marco’s preferred dancing style, and the two of them will do a semi-tandem routine, with Ace as the opener and Marco as the main attraction.

After Hours Vibe: Cheeky, self-assured, and crackling with an abundance of sassy gremlin energy, Ace runs as hot as they come. He’s tossing out cheesy pick up lines and follows them up with some of the sweetest praises you’ve ever heard. His freckle-dappled face and bright dimpled smile have made more than one client nearly swoon, and he balances his apparent arrogance with a respectable boy next door vibe.

Once the flirting starts he does nothing except add fuel to the fire, and wandering hands will accompany the alluring promises of time well spent. Ace isn’t one to show off in front of the others, surprisingly or not, and will skillfully move him and his client into a more private area before things really heat up. (Okay, I’m done with the fire puns, I swear)

Tag Line: “C��mon baby, lemme light your fire!” (It’s said with a terrible accent, and then he falls apart laughing along with the client)

Dom/Sub/Top/Bottom: Ace is still in a kind of experimental phase. He hasn’t tried it all yet, and he’s willing, curious, and ready. As such, he’s pretty switchy, but he’s eager to please and slip into his client’s needs.

Kink Preferences: Marco, Thatch, and a few other of Pops’ boys made sure Ace’s aftercare game was on point, and he has a praise kink that motivates him effectively.

Host Club AU Head Canon Event

#quin muses #One Piece Host Club AU #x reader #reader insert #September head canon event #portgas d ace #portgas d. ace

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denim-mixtapes · 1 year

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Showstopper - The Reprise

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.3k Summary: It's the Sunday after Thanksgiving and the gang finds out what happened over the weekend. Warnings: Just some general making out, language, Steve and Robin being annoying. Mentions of sex, but very brief.

[Part 1] [Part 3] [Part 4] <- Coming Soon! [AO3]

A/N: hahaha get it? get it? The Reprise cause it's the much shorter follow up to the first one and also theater/acting puns? am I trying too hard? probably but this is fun. ANYWAY, this is a direct sequel and doesn't make much sense without the first part, so I would recommend reading that one first if you're just coming across this! Part 3, the Christmas Special, is already in the works and I'm hoping to put it out before the Holiday but we can only hope at this point. Enjoy!!

Time seems to slip away when you’re kissing Eddie.

Minutes melt into hours that pass without your knowledge, the sleepy Sunday morning giving way to early afternoon as you’re distracted wrapped up in each other, and it’s about to become a problem.

Back when you were going to be spending all weekend back home, you and Robin came up with a plan. You were supposed to arrive back in town in the late afternoon, so Steve, still somehow acting as Robin’s chauffeur even after all these years, would bring her back from Hawkins around the same time. The four of you would get dinner at your favorite diner, debrief on the holiday weekend, and then the boys would head back to Hawkins, sparing you the last half hour of the drive you would make taking Eddie home.

Except you’ve been back since late Friday morning.

Sleep hovered just behind you both for the length of the drive, music low as the scenery passed in a blur and Eddie quietly hummed along. You tried your best to stay awake and keep him company, but the gentleness of his voice and the ever-present feeling of his fingers stroking your neck, tickling at the hairs at the nape of it lulled you to sleep a couple of times. He would laugh each time you woke, insisting it was okay if you wanted to actually try and sleep but that didn’t stop you from resisting it. So when you got back to your dorm building – still quiet and mostly uninhabited – you both clambered into your tiny twin bed, pressing close to each other and letting the nap take over you.

You enjoyed spending the weekend together, different now that it was just he and you. Sure, Eddie has always given affection freely, and to anyone and everyone who would accept it, but this Eddie is different. This Eddie doesn’t hesitate to grab you by the back of the neck and pull you in for a toe-curling kiss when you’re supposed to be paying attention to Ghoulies. This Eddie doesn’t stop his hands from wandering as you lay with your head on his shoulder. This Eddie walks with his hand stuffed in your back pocket as you cross campus to get some food, and even pulls you closer possessively when another student walks by.

You didn’t dare ask what all this meant for your friendship, lest you pop the divine little bubble you’ve created together in the quietness of your four cinder block walls.

So here you are on Sunday, still nothing more than a tangle of limbs and warm laughter hushed between lazy presses of the lips. The beanbag beneath you rustles as you bring your foot up, bent at the knee to bracket Eddie’s hip. Automatically, he hooks his fingers behind your knee to pull you even closer, stubble rough against your chin, tongue exploring the depths of your mouth.

Hearty hums and happy little giggles from the both of you are drowned out by the cassette player on your desk, blanketing you in familiar, heavy guitar riffs and a rapid drumbeat that rattles in your chest (but maybe that’s just your heart beating rapidly against your ribs).

The music also deafens the sound of Steve and Robin’s footsteps and their bickering growing louder as they approach the door.

Fingers curl into the thick curls in the back of his head and you push up onto your elbow to turn the both of you, hovering over him now as he continues his assault on your lips and –

“Honey, I’m hooo-ly shit!!”

The door slamming against the cement wall and the sound of Robin’s voice startles you apart, cheeks aflame and breath ragged. If your heart was racing before, it’s slamming now. Though their arrival scared you enough to break your kiss, Eddie’s hold on the back of your neck didn’t let you go too far, and it’s safe to say you’ve both been caught red-handed.

Time stills.

You knew that this would come up in your debrief of the weekend. You knew that your bubble would pop and the moments you shared together couldn’t stay between just the two of you, but this is not how you imagined your friends finding out.

“What the actual fuck, you guys?” Steve forces out, the humor and disbelief in his voice giving away that he’s not actually all that angry. Hands on his hips, in his natural disgruntled babysitter state, he narrows his eyes in the direction where you and Eddie are still tangled together, both of you too stunned to move. “You know you don’t have to trick us into thinking you’re dating, right!?”

“I– well, we…we were just–” Eddie stammers beneath you, and when he talks with his hands in true Eddie fashion, you take the opportunity to roll away from his hold.

You only wish you could keep on rolling under the bed…or away from this moment.

“Oh, this is rich!” Robin chuckles, slowly clapping and trying not to snort alongside her laughter. The second you stand up, she’s rushing you, holding onto your upper arms and giving your body a little shake as she rambles, “tell me everything. How did we get here? Are you two a thing now? This is so exciting, Steve!” Dropping your arms, she turns back to Steve with wild eyes and a smile that seems like it can’t get any bigger. Still, it grows. “Didn’t I tell you they would come back as a real couple?”

Until this point, you didn’t think it was possible to feel all the blood rushing from your face, eyes like dinner plates. “Whoa there, pump the brakes.”

Eddie finally finds his feet again, springing up beside you with just as much nervous energy. “I wouldn’t say that. But…” turning toward you, his eyes soften and he holds out a hand, warm and gentle when you take it. He strokes his thumb along the back of your knuckles. “Something?”

You nod, lips pursed to cage in a nervous guffaw at his choice of words (or lack thereof). In the year that you’ve known him, Eddie Munson has never been at a loss for words. “We haven’t, uh, talked about it yet.”

Your roommate huffs her disbelief and rolls her eyes, “of course you haven’t! Idiots, all of you.”

“Don’t lump me into this,” Steve scoffs and holds his hands up in defense.

“Come on then,” she prompts, taking your hand and dragging you toward the door. You throw Eddie an apologetic grimace over your shoulder. “Let’s go to the Sunrise, I need a burger. And details.”

—

Plates pushed to the center of the table, glasses empty, a too-large slice of cake for the four of you to share already ordered, you’ve finally recounted the events of your Thanksgiving (sparing the more intimate details). The way your parents treated the both of you, the way he calmed your nerves in tense moments and the way you defended him to your Mom that was far too sincere to be an act. Reminiscent of Thanksgiving dinner, Eddie’s hand barely leaves the comfort of your thigh, though now it’s softer, more affectionate and less teasing. Color rises on his cheeks when you mention how different the first kiss in your bedroom felt. You bump him with your shoulder then, laughing softly. Neither of you mention anything too specific, but when you fade the story out and Steve points between the two of you with a quirked brow, Eddie nods his confirmation, earning a whispered, “nice,” from the other boy.

“Do you have class tomorrow?” Robin asks when all is said and done.

“That’s the question you have for me right now?’ You ask, dumbfounded.

“Uh, yeah,” she scoffs, “it’s relevant, I promise.”

“Well, you’ve been living with me all semester, have I ever had Monday/Wednesday classes?” Both boys snort at your sarcasm.

Right as the waiter drops off your dessert, Robin nods and tries to subtly kick Steve under the table (she is not subtle about it at all). “Right, duh, me either. Hey, Steve, I left…that thing at mom and dad’s. Can you take me back?”

He protests, words muffled through the too-big mouthful of cake. “What!? We just-” Another, harder kick. He swallows dramatically, “OH YEAH, very important, that thing.” They both stand in a hurry, Steve throwing a couple bills on the table to cover their food before starting for the door.

Robin leans in towards both of you and whispers harshly, “talk to each other. Figure your shit out, so that I can sleep in my own bed tomorrow.”

From the door they both wave and Steve calls out, “be back to pick you up tomorrow, Munson! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

The air is still around you, your fate sealed by the tinkling of the bell above the door. Both of you are quiet, Eddie’s thumb still absent-mindedly stroking at the top of your thigh where his hand rests, and you poke quietly at the dessert in front of you, not all that interested in eating it all of a sudden.

You know you need to talk about it. You know it.

If you had to venture a guess, you’d say that the outcome of this conversation could only be good, but still something nagged at the back of your mind. Some buried insecurity that pulls at your nerves as you set your fork down and turn in the booth to face him. Elbow propped up on the back of the bench and head in your hand, you sigh.

“Those were some spectacular theatrics,” Eddie says, breaking the tension. You both giggle. “Even for them.”

“Yeah,” another sigh, “they’re right though, we should probably talk.”

Eddie mirrors you, tucking one leg up on the booth and resting his elbow on the seat back as well, but he holds out the same hand with an encouraging look. You can’t help but smile as you take the hand offered to you, warm and comforting.

Neither of you know how to start, it’s obvious, but after another quiet moment he speaks up. It’s awkward, nervous even, a far cry from the usual confidence Eddie carries himself with. When he looks up into your eyes, there’s a vulnerability there that you’ve only ever seen once before, when he was performing a new acoustic version of one of his songs.

“So I…have really enjoyed this weekend.” He says hesitantly, clearing his throat and shifting a little in his seat. He squeezes gently where your hands are joined, as if to make sure you’re still there. “And not just the ‘messing with your family’ part.”

You interject the only way you know how, with humor to hide your own anxiety and a little bit of a tease. “Yeah, you’re right the sex part was pretty stellar, too.”

For only the second time in your time knowing him, you’ve rendered Eddie speechless once again, stuttering out his next response. “W-well, you know,that’s – that’s not exactly the point I was trying to make but it is a very good point.” You squeeze back, wrinkling your nose and giggling softly, emphasizing that you were only teasing. “It was all great. I liked getting to see a new side of you – and I realize now that you can still make that dirty, I see it in your eyes, don’t you dare!”

Both of you are laughing a little manically, your heart fluttering nervously in your chest. It almost hurts to swallow the dry comment you were about to make, but you press on. “Ugh, fine! I get what you mean, though,” tugging his hand into your lap, you cover it with your free hand, taking it in both of yours. It’s stupid, really, how this is what’s making you blush. Not even 12 hours ago you were having sex in the communal showers and now you’re here, blushing up a storm in the fluorescent light of the diner because you have to talk about your feelings. “I’ve kind of always had a crush on you, you know that?”

“Always!?” He inquires, eyebrows shooting up behind the mess of his bangs as his smile broadens into something a little more mocking. His hand turns in your own, breaking your hold to tickle teasingly at your palm. “Even when you thought I was a home invader?”

“Maybe not then.”

“Oh, I did.”

Your brows knit together in concern, “you did what?”

“Had a thing for you, even then. Maybe some would call it a crush,” he shrugs, “Okay, I would call it a crush. Like I said the other day, that threat did it for me.”

“You’re an idiot.”

The quiet laugh you share is interrupted by the waiter, who has already taken Steve and Robin’s payment and boxed up your cake without you noticing. He asks the question everyone seems to be asking tonight, “alright kids, are we together or separate tonight?”

Before you have any time to answer, Eddie’s handing over a stack of cash and insisting it’s all on one bill. When the waiter walks away, Eddie silences your protests with an adamant shake of the head. “I know it’s no dive bar, but consider it our first official date. The first of…many? If you’ll have me.” The confidence is starting to seep back into his tone, but there’s still a hesitation. It’s the same nagging insecurity that was ebbing at you moments ago, the fear of rejection despite how well the conversation seems to be going.

Dropping his hand, you opt to hold onto his face by both cheeks, squishing his plush lips into a cartoonish pucker. His smile is still clear through his smushed face, and you nod excitedly, leaning in to whisper, “I’d be honored to go on many dates with you, Ed.” Giggling at your wording, you bridge the gap and kiss him silly.

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson/you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson/reader #eddie munson fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things reader insert #fem!reader #female!reader

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myulalie · 4 months

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Author interview

@aceon-ice tagged me and I’m really looking forward to this, thank you ♥

1. How many works do you have on ao3:

165 and I am extremely upset because Alex Rider got more than Teen Wolf and I can’t seem to catch up D:

2. What's my total ao3 wc:

1 047 026. wow. apparently I wrote 400k in 2020 and I’ve been putting out between 100 and 200k every year since, just wow.

3. What are my top 5 fics by kudos:

Mixing business with pleasure (Explicit, Malec, Shadowhunters)

Alec has to go to the Seelie Queen herself and strike a deal, release Jace from the curse in exchange of… what, exactly? He has nothing to offer. Magnus Bane is the warlock who grants wishes. His father is a Prince of Hell after all, the demon of lust… maybe Alec has something to offer then.

Yeah this fic took off alright, I really liked the concept ♥

Eyes on Fire (Teen, Sterek, Teen Wolf)

When a rival pack goes after Scott and his friends, Stiles finds himself caught in the crossfire. With his subsequent turning to haunt him among other nightmares, Stiles has to learn how to control his new abilities and make something of a situation he never wanted for himself, much less with the tensions that linger in Beacon Hills since the awakening of the Nemeton. As he eventually figures out how to be a werewolf, he finally finds common ground with one Derek Hale, catching feelings as he goes. The unexpected alliance might be just what Beacon Hills needs to bring the established werewolf packs together once and for all.

This was my first reverse bang and I finally tried my hand at werewolf!Stiles, I had a lot of fun coming up with the fic to match the art.

Deepest Desires (give in) (General, Malec, Shadowhunters)

Were-cats are good luck by shadowhunters' standards, so when a black, jewelry covered cat appears at the Institute, Alec pays him his respects. He needs it, considering the messes Clary and Jace keep dragging him in. Alec certainly doesn't expect the were-cat to take a liking to him, and even less to start flirting with him...

Now I want to read it again haha

A piece of night sky (Teen, Malec, Shadowhunters)

Alec is doing his best to keep the city safe. With no support from the Clave, the New York Institute is desperately understaffed. He begins patrolling with help from the Downworld factions - which proves to be tricky at best, and becomes almost impossible when the werewolves start hunting Alec. His siblings have no idea of what he’s up to at night and to keep them all safe Alec needs to keep it that way. Then, he meets the High Warlock of Brooklyn. Suddenly, patrolling also includes pop songs and bird puns in between watching someone's back when fighting demons. But, what’s one more secret to keep?

This was my first collab with a beta and an artist for a bang, I’m exceptionally proud of this one!

(Vir)Gin and Tonic (Mature, Malec, Shadowhunters)

Alec and Magnus have barely met when the High Warlock asks for virgin shadowhunter energy in exchange for Clary’s memories. Naturally, Jace offers Alec’s virginity. It doesn’t go according to plan.

The first fic in this list is actually a remix of this one with a slightly different take on virginity x)

4. Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes, always! I just love interacting with other fans, it’s nice to know someone actually read your fic and noticed details or reacted to some choices you made in the narrative. Also it can be a great way to find new ideas and motivation, I wish I could be more invested in writing communities to keep those creative juices flowing.

5. What fic has the angstiest ending?

I’d say Dangerous Tastes (Explicit, Yalex, Alex Rider), it’s a bit of a star-crossed lovers romance and the ending is particularly bittersweet, albeit hopeful.

After a failed assassination attempt during his horse ride around the property, Alex gets a bodyguard against his will. He keeps flirting with danger from then on, even at the risk of getting his heart broken.

6. What fic has the happiest ending?

Oh, definitely 17 Suits (Explicit, Malec, Shadowhunters)! Alec and Magnus find common ground over the one thing that pushed them apart all throughout the story.

Magnus Bane, a sworn bachelor, receives his fair share of wedding invitations on a regular basis and makes sure his friends get through their weddings unscathed. One dark, wounded and mysterious Alec Lightwood is not going to rain on Magnus’ parade as he celebrates the best day of his loved ones’ lives.

7. Do you write crossovers?

Not really, I don’t read them either. I do write fusion fics though, specifically Pokémon like I did with Idris Tour Sweethearts (General, Malec, Shadowhunters) for instance.

Alec is fascinated by dragon types and has learned everything about them in books. He’s always dreamed of finding them in the wild and see them for himself, but he never went on his journey with a Pokémon and now, it’s too late to travel the world. Except, is it? Alec’s siblings are all grown up, and he doesn’t have a job — or friends — to keep him in his hometown. He could leave and attempt to complete the Pokédex, hopefully meeting some dragons along the way. Maybe he’ll even find love, like so many Idris Tour sweethearts before him… But the winner of Pokémon beauty Contests, Top Coordinator Magnus Bane, couldn’t possibly want more than one night in Alec’s arms. Right?

8. Have you received hate on ao3?

No? but then I usually assume good faith so unless you’re insulting me or my mom I’ll either think the comment is clumsy but the person meant well, or just move on.

9. Do you write smut?

Yeah, surprisingly. I was never really interested in smut, would even skip smut scenes for the longest time but eventually I found it useful in some stories and then I made a point of doing kinktober (Malec, Shadowhunters / Sterek, Teen Wolf) and smutember (Yalex, Alex Rider) just to figure out how to fit the prompts into some ideas and it’s been a lot of fun!

10. Have you had a fic get stolen?

I don’t think so or at least I’m not aware if there has been one. I did occasionally share ideas that got passed around and written by somebody else which is always uncomfortable but that’s on me for both sharing and not mentioning it wasn’t up for grabs lmao

11. Have you had a fic get translated?

Nope! I thought of translating a couple myself though, I’m just too lazy x)

12. Have you co-written a fic?

Several! Even though @spark-draws will deny it I do consider them a co-writer because they came up with a good chunk of the outline and I implemented major edits due to their feedback on The Mortal Instruments: Skyrim (Mature, Malec, Shadowhunters).

Magnus and Alec are now enemies who have been saddled up with a mysterious quest to save Skyrim. Will rivalry, distrust and fierce and dangerous dragons get the better of them? Or will they find some much needed guidance on the slopes of the Throat of the World, where a mysterious brotherhood holds some of the answers they so desperately need?

I also recently worked on Vastly Different Things (Teen, Yalex, Alex Rider) with @polarnachtsblog as a thank you fic for our pinch-hitter in the Yalex Secret Santa. We literally wrote parts of the fic on our own then merged it all together with minor edits and transitions, it was a lot of fun!

Alex almost gets tossed from a helicopter into a river in Chile, and spends some quality time with a certain assassin.

13. What's your fav ship?

Right now I’m on a roll for Sam Carter x Ba’al (Stargate SG-1) but my one true pairing is definitely Helen Blackthorn x Aline Penhallow (Shadowhunters). I love them. so much.

14. What's a WIP you want to finish but never will?

I don’t know, I’ve completed WIPs several years after I started them so I tend to not consider a fic discontinued until I’ve deleted the fic from the platform, and considering most of my WIPs have not been posted anywhere… ;)

15. What are my writing strengths?

I’m really good at “getting it done” I think because productivity breeds productivity. If you get started and power through long enough, it becomes easier and you can keep going and enjoy yourself while you’re at it!

Same with edits, I’m not afraid to change things (although I can be lazy). It also applies to plotting/outlining, I’m an excellent planner, sometimes too much of a planner though.

Style wise I’ve been told I’m good at writing fight scenes and setting, I do enjoy my descriptions!

16. What are my writing weaknesses?

I’ve always thought I’m terrible at dialogue!

I can get stuck in a writing slump from too much planning.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages on ao3?

I used to really like it, especially since I’m bilingual myself. I wanted to use some fancy script to have the translation appear when you hover or link it to the notes and then back to the exact line in the story but I couldn’t figure it out xD

Nowadays I like the much simpler “POV character doesn’t speak the language” or “blah blah blah, they said in French”. You get it or you don’t x)

18. What's the first fandom you wrote for?

Either Naruto or Harry Potter, let’s say Harry Potter because there is a completed fic I can actually remember lmao.

19. What fandom/ship have you not written but want to?

Definitely Stargate SG-1 these days because I’m on a Sam/Ba’al binge!

20. What's your fav fic you've written?

Right about now it’s Blue for Brooklyn (Teen, Malec, Shadowhunters) but it may change depending on my mood!

Asmodeus is a legend among Shadowhunters and Magnus has a duty to the Downworld. When a renegade warlock unleashes a powerful demon in the streets, he has no choice but to get involved.

Tagging: @polarnachtsblog @geekmom13 @brightasstars @sterekxhale @countessrivers @1lostone @strangesoulmates @kelkblr @lastlymatt @ravenjames @junemermaid @freesirius4life @turtlesnails

#autopromo #alex rider #shadowhunters #teen wolf #ask game #pearfectly fine to ask

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bts-hyperfixation · 1 month

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Sensual Synthetics

Tired of your family getting on at you for not having a partner, you drunkenly lament to Taehyung. Your friend suggests you purchase an escort android through his favourite service.

Chapter 1

Chapter Two

Taehyung doesn't return your call for a couple of days.

In the meantime, you and Jimin have fallen into a bit of a routine. He awoke you each morning with an enticing breakfast, seemingly favouring baked goods. After the first two days, you allowed him to go grocery shopping for you to buy necessities. Apparently, he thought necessities meant baking supplies. Not that you were complaining as you munched on perfectly prepared croissants and tarts.

Then he would clean up after himself and try to busy himself with other tasks he thought could be of use. The first couple of days this was useful, like organising your bookshelves and cleaning the blinds. Lately though, he had turned to sorting buttons in your craft drawer and unstuffing and restuffing cushions, anything to keep his idle hands busy when you couldn't think of anything.

If there really was nothing he would pop himself back into the charging pod and power down for a little while. You took this time to look at him shamelessly. While you were definitely becoming more comfortable with his presence, it was still bizarre to see him when he was charging. His eyes revert to their original blue, reminding you of what he really is.

It's almost easy to forget he isn't real when he is working around the house, but moments like this force you back into the reality of who he is... what he is.

Taehyung calls just as your fingers itch towards the lock to wake Jimin up, shocking you out of your thoughts.

"Good afternoon beautiful, I see you tried to call me?" He asks as soon as you answer.

"I tried to call you a week ago asshole..." You point out rolling your eyes.

"Well, I thought I'd give you time to get accustomed to your new lover, didn't realise you would miss me so much so quickly. Do I need to come around and teach robo boy had to keep you... satisfied,"

You can tell by the tone of his voice that he is waggling his eyebrows at the microphone. You contemplate hanging up the phone, but that won't answer any of the questions you have so you resign yourself to a little more teasing. He doesn't disappoint, wasting another few minutes on all the android puns and innuendos he can think of, some of which begrudgingly make you giggle.

"Are you quite finished?" You ask when he finally takes a breath

He goes silent for a moment before confirming he is in fact finished.

"Wonderful, now on to the reason I called. I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with him." You admit.

"Well, I'm sure I just gave you some very colourful suggestions."

"Yeah, no, I'm not at all comfortable with that. But like on a regular day-to-day basis, there are only so many things he can do. My house has never been cleaner or more organised and if I leave him charging any longer his batteries are going to break." You lament.

"Then give him a hobby. They can learn new skills reasonably quickly. Or use him for more personal matters. If you're really going to be that uptight about the sex thing then you can always do other things like massages and cuddling, they make great pillows. Also if you really intend to take him to a family function does he know anything about your family yet?" He suggests

"No, I guess not. That's a pretty good idea, I should prepare him to meet my mother. Thanks Tae,"

"You're welcome princess, I'll talk to you soon okay?"

"See you soon," You hang up and toss the phone on the couch.

You spend the next half an hour coming up with all of the information Jimin might possibly need to know in order to survive your family.

Finally ready, and satisfied you'll have something to talk to him about, you open the latch on Jimin's pod and release him back into the world.

"Hello Y/N-ah," He smiles and his cheeks pinch up, almost erasing his eyes completely. "Are you having a good day?" He asks cheerfully.

"Yeah, I mean a pretty average day..." You answer with much less enthusiasm.

"How may I be of service to you?"

"Well, I thought we should talk about the real reason I ordered you in the first place."

"Great, I was wondering why you had hired me. Obviously, I am thrilled to be here, but you seem uncertain." He comments.

You lead him over to the sofa and produce a notebook full of information for him to read. He flips through the pages instantly taking in the information and then waits patiently for you to speak. You relay the conversation you'd had with your mother and how it was an ongoing issue within your family. You didn't mean to go into quite as much detail as you do but you can't stop yourself from monologuing your frustration when you realise what an enraptured audience you have.

He listens intently, offering nods and noises of affirmation in places he deems appropriate. When you do finally calm down he weighs up the information you gave him in order to relay his mission back to you.

"So, if I understood correctly, I was drunkenly purchased to serve as a boyfriend figure to appease your family at an upcoming family gathering?" He questions.

You blush at his use of the word 'drunkenly', but it's not exactly untrue.

"Your mother sounds as if she may be the hardest to please. However, the tone you used to describe your cousins suggests that they are the people you would like to impress the most." He states as if it's obvious.

You don't remember even suggesting any of this was for their benefit. Jimin must see the confusion on your face and clarifies.

"The octave of your voice went a few notches higher, suggesting discomfort when you spoke of them and their relationships. It made it seem as though you might want to show off for them. Am I wrong in my assumption?"

You think about it for a moment.

"I guess you aren't. It would be nice to not be labelled as the single cousin for once," You think.

"Noted. Now I think I have enough information to 'survive' your family as you have put it. But what about you?"

"What about me?"

"If I am to act in place of a partner, I should know more about you right? I don't think your family will be impressed if I only know the order of the socks in your drawer and how you like your shirts ironed," He points out as if the thought should've been obvious.

And maybe it should've been.

"I'm not sure where to start with information about me. Normally when you date someone the information comes out naturally on dates, you know by spending time together?"

"Then perhaps we should go on a date! That sounds like the best way for me to get to know you, and from what I know they sound like fun!"

"You can have fun?" You state, confused.

"I can experience many emotions," He nods.

"Seems like there might be a lot for me to learn about you too, maybe a date's not a bad idea after all..."

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Your date ends up being a walk around the neighbourhood.

You show Jimin the area you live in and he listens to each anecdote you tell him as if they are the most interesting stories he has ever heard. In return he occasionally talks about aspects of human life he has thought about and researched in the time you've left him to be by himself.

You feel a little guilty for all his free time when you realise one of those emotions he can feel is boredom, but he reassures you that he finds ways to occupy himself by searching the web while he is idle, much like a human would.

He talks about the things he has researched with such passion that you forget these interests have existed for only a few weeks and not an entire lived lifetime.

You don't notice when his hand slips into yours as you lean towards the duck pond, your arms swinging together as you continue through the parkland around the corner from your apartment.

"So, is this a typical date activity? The articles I scanned suggested we share a meal or maybe watch something?"

"Sometimes people go to restaurants or the cinema... Dates tend to take a lot of different forms. I like this, it's low commitment." You shrug.

"Low commitment? But we already live together, I was under the impression that was very committed"

You blush and stutter for a response, only to turn and find him chuckling at you.

"You're not funny," You nudge against his shoulder.

"Your clearly flustered response suggests otherwise." He notes, studying you.

"Shut up, it does not..." You grumble.

"Oh? Am I wrong? Then perhaps my programming needs an update?"

He looks puzzled that his joke didn't land and you just shake your head smiling fondly.

"Come on, I think it's time to head home I still have some work I need to complete today."

He nods and pulls you by the hand, leading you a much faster way back to the apartment that you had never seen before.

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Homeless in New York - HT!Sans/Reader

Another idea ramble! Well, basically plot spiel. This one is very long though. I really liked the part in Beyond Two Souls where Elle goes through the homeless experience with Stan and everyone, for how eye opening it was and...other reasons! ^^

Said in the new year I'd share more so I'm blowing dust off my idea folder and just putting them out there lol

...I have a lot ._.

Rating: M

You and Sans start out as rivals.

He’s mean, cruel, says the most awful stuff with even worse morbid puns that set your hairs raising whenever you encounter each other but you’re just as vicious right back. There’s an energy to your exchanges that always leaves one of you smiling in the end, a witty verbal game of cat and mouse where the roles are constantly flipped.

For some reason out of all the fellow homeless you’ve met Sans gets to you the most. Mainly because you both always end up competing when it comes to resources. It’s a constant battle but one that you end up finding security in with how often it happens in the bland monotony that is job hunting and scrounging.

He smirks as he gets the last bed for the night at the shelter, fine, you have your favorite vent in the far off ally behind the donut shop anyway but you beat him to the food kitchen and steal the last bowl of potato soup much to his annoyance. Sometimes it’s in reverse, sometimes you both end up winning and missing out, but those are rare and far between.

You’ve been homeless for a long time and know the streets and the people on them. Sans is someone who only popped up a year ago wearing his four coats and his bizarre choice of three layers of mixing shorts and pants, one of only three monsters in the big city as far as you know since the race came top side six years prior. You don’t know where he came from but this whole rivalry started because you’d had to step out of your place in line to help someone outside the food bank and Sans had stolen it.

When you came back and pointed it out he had only shrugged and said ‘sounds like a personal problem kid.’

Never had you encountered a fellow struggler who wasn’t kind and supportive. New York may have been renowned for its cold shoulders and careless attitudes but that didn’t apply in the homeless community, there was always sharing if it could be managed rather that was a spare bit of food or a warm trashcan fire. You’d even tried telling him that wasn’t how it works and tried to nicely explain but he’d rolled his single red eye and told you to ‘buzzoff’ instead of listening.

You vowed to never let him know peace after that.

This continues for months and during that time you find moments. Moments where there’s some sort of silent understanding. Catching him with a bummed cigarette and several crossed off job posts on the paper he’s holding, exchanging a frown for his shrug. Him watching as you are attempting to duct tape the sole back on your shoe and titling his skull with you gesturing accusingly at a careless nail abandoned on the curb that had caught you. Never speaking except for those bantering moments where you’re trying to one up and beat the other out.

There’s no kindness, no verbal sympathies.

Until one day when a new shelter opens up and there’s plenty of space, it’s the biggest most well equipped one yet with the softest beds that you’ve found in years, only to see them chasing Sans off, or trying to. He stands there unimpressed as the man who owns the place, a blading big hefty man in his 60s yells up at him both hateful and derogatory things.

‘Your kind is a nuisance! Nothing but nightmares! Just look at these innocent people, don’t they suffer enough without having to see your ugly mug!?’

No one is trying to step in, more likely afraid they’ll be kicked out for back talking. You can tell they’re uncomfortable though because they all exchange awkward glances. Obviously they feel the same as you. Sans deserves the help as well. In fact you recognize a guy in the crowd you’d seen hanging out with Sans once sharing a smoke and the look on his face practically shouts offended and angered.

‘Hey!’

The man sputters as you approach and Sans’ eye lazily pans over before widening, and his frown shrinks as you take a step between him and the old man. ‘He has a right to be here just like the rest of us!’

Sans glowers as he reaches for your shoulder, ‘i can handle this–’

But you shake him off and spin on him.

‘I know you can! You’re such an asshole I bet you could rip this guy's skull from his shoulders and not give a damn!’ His glower drops as he looks over at the guy (who visibly sweats at the look) and back to you before shrugging and you continue. ‘But he needs to learn we’re a community!’

You spin right back around and point at the guy, jabbing him in the chest.

‘We suffer day in and day out! We struggle to get by and sometimes the only kindness we get is from each other. People like you? Who think they’re doing us a favor by making us play damn lottery just to get a bed or some food, you’re the ugly ones! Because look at you! There’s still plenty of beds but you’re turning one of us down just because he’s a different race, knowing he’s struggling too! Talk about showing your damn colors. Not to mention this is obvious discrimination!’

The embarrassment and fear in the man’s face vanishes as he latches onto your last sentence, ignoring the rest of your rant and valid points like a complete jerk, turns smug and stern.

‘Discrimination laws don’t apply to monsters miss. And you’re right, we have the right to ‘play lottery’ as you call it because sometimes things get tight, and sometimes so we can provide for the people that deserve it! Kindness gives is what kindness gets and if you want to abuse a fellow human being over trash then you can get the hell out!’

There are a few that know you that look ready to intervene but you shout about how you ‘don’t need handouts from a jerk’ and that you ‘have a perfectly working vent in the park’, keeping those that would help from suffering another painful night needlessly. You spin around back to Sans who’s been silent watching this whole thing and he meets your eye with a half lidded look that you can’t help snapping at.

‘Shut up and come on! Benches are more comfy than those rock slabs he calls mattresses anyways!’ You stomp away and Sans follows you. The cold night air helps to tame your temper as you walk but not by much and it’s some time before Sans finally says anything.

‘you’re a dumbass.’

You're shivering and tuck your hands under your armpits. You’d forgotten it was supposed to be negative three tonight. Your response is a grumble. ‘You’re welcome.’

‘...here.’ He sheds one of his four jackets and dumps it unceremoniously over your head.

You gratefully latch onto it and roll yourself in the larger material like a walking burrito and when you get to the vent that night not only does Sans help setup right beside it with his own foil blanket to share with the mat you’ve provided but also silently tucks you into his chest.

It’s awkward at first but you’ve cuddled with complete strangers before in the New York climate and so willingly fall asleep in his arms.

From there you spend time getting to know each other for a few months. Working to make sure you both manage to grab food and a bed even if you have to share sometimes, which honestly you’re okay with because turns out Sans is surprisingly warm for a skeleton. You still mouth off to each other but now there’s questions, words not hostile in nature.

‘you good?’

‘The manager didn’t know what he was talking about, I bet the next interview will be the one!’

There’s a time where he spots you meticulously washing your fingerless gloves, making sure to pay extra attention to the rose embroidery so the color don’t wind up too faded.

‘those are pretty.’ It’s said off-handedly but you feel an appreciation for the comment nonetheless. They’re all you have left of the one who loved and raised you before they died and your life went to hell in a handbasket. You don’t tell him any of that but Sans can tell they’re important anyways.

The gratitude shows in your voice as you smile down at them. ‘Thanks.’

Then suddenly you feel awkward and remember the quarter you have in your pocket. You pull it out and toss it at him, marveling how easily he catches it without looking up from one of the free burgers he snatched from a care worker doing patrols.

‘what’s this for?’

‘A penny for your thoughts, a Quarter for your manners.’ You reply smugly.

He snorts, ‘that’s not a thing’, but pockets it anyways.

Sans actually manages to get a job for a bit, you both celebrate and rent out a double bedded hotel room for a night with a breakfast buffet, but quickly the dream is crushed when Sans gets let go for some high school student.

Then you manage to earn a good chunk of change from a side job an old friend offered you and you use the money to buy you and Sans better winter clothes (which he tries to argue with you over but you ignore him as usual and win the argument by stating it’s a necessity for survival).

All is good, for once being homeless seems not so bad, still sucks but not awful.

Reality reminds you good things don’t last as news hits that the city is passing new mandates to help curb the homeless problem by eliminating shelters and closing down food banks. Supposedly it’ll get people to ‘get off their asses’ or go ‘loiter elsewhere’ all in all people believe this will solve things.

Things get tense as fellow homeless start turning on each other over scraps and places to sleep, even you and Sans get weary with each other but start deciding to find abandoned houses and buildings to squat in for a few nights at a time. Somehow without even noticing you both have started doing practically everything together and have started sticking to the other like glue.

But never once did you ever have to sacrifice. You were both very sufficient at finding your own things and if there was extra offering it to the other. That’s why it feels as if the world shattered the night you finally feel the fallout of having not eaten in a while.

You’re both in a basement of an old school, sitting around a meek fire made of newspaper and woodchips but you can’t feel the meager warmth at all. In fact your lips have gone blue and your vision keeps doubling in and out.

Sans looks at you from across the flame with a frown as he’s rummaging in his pockets.

‘when did you eat last?’

It’s a struggle to think. ‘When I found us that half bag of sunflower seeds by Charlies.’

‘that was four days ago.’

‘Oh…’ A part of you cringes at the revelation and yells at yourself over your stupidity. ‘Lost track I guess.’

‘and here you’re supposed to be the more experienced out of us.’

You chuckle lamely before breaking into a coughing fit. Sans looks down at the fire and then at the potato he found in his hand. It’s raw and has roots growing out of it, not to mention a suspicious green mold on one side, by all accounts it will probably make you sick.

But it’s something.

He holds it out in offer. ‘here.’

You stubbornly shake your head and pull the foil blanket closer. ‘N-no, you’re hungry aren’t you? Last time you ate was day before yesterday.’

Sans rolls his eye at the fact you’ve kept track of him but not yourself and he glances away. If worse comes to worse he can manage on finding a small animal or something. He’s been better since reaching the surface in managing his symptoms but he still has a limit. You on the other hand being human you won’t last nearly as long as he will before going insane.

‘i’m fine. i’m not that bad, yet. i can last a little longer.’

Yet?

‘Didn’t you starve underground?’ You ask, uncertain and guilty.

Sans ignores you and gets up to slap the potato in the palm of your hand. ‘shut up and eat.’

Prepared to argue you snap your mouth shut instead over the loud rumbling your stomach makes. You shakily bite into it, wincing at how foul it is but choke it down. You finish sick and nauseous but the hunger is gone and you survive another night curled up with Sans by the dying fire. One of the first things Sans ever said to you was that he hated humans, ‘you most of all’ during one of your spats.

But it looks like that’s slowly started to change.

The mandates are just the beginning, you both find a newspaper while garbage scrounging one day that declares a new law being enacted to start locking up anyone that’s homeless as it’s now seen as a crime tied into loitering. Sans shrugs it off and scoffs as he once again, really frequently, mutters low under his breath ‘stupid humans’.

But you’re shocked, because of course they would decide that wasting precious tax dollars to lock someone up like a criminal would be a smarter decision than putting the funding towards helping to find better jobs or bills to help create some, maybe even help to lower the cost in the housing market. No money can only be spent to try and earn more money. Good luck to that though because all those fines on a homeless person?

What a fucking joke.

As if closing down the shelters and food kitchens wasn’t enough.

Land of the free? More like land of the dollar.

Horrifyingly the homeless population gets cut down by half within a month. At first you think they’re at least getting in from out of the cold, and you admit a bit shamefully that it's kind of tempting (Sans even huffs an agreement 'makes me a bit jail-lous, not gonna lie' as he rubs warmth into his hands) but when you learn they’re being sent to places that are essentially labor prison camps you and Sans both do your best to avoid being seen too often.

At this point you’re no better than a murderer or thief in the eyes of the law. You don’t even want to think about what could happen to Sans as a monster. Job interviews are never done more than twice every few days to avoid suspicion of your desperation, and you and Sans both start washing your clothes in the cleanest ponds and fountains you can find as often as you can.

It’s rough.

…You’re not prepared the first time Sans goes hungry.

You don’t know what’s happening, Sans is shaking, trembling as he stays huddled in on himself, hands fisted over his face and phalanges curled in the brim of his beanie, pulling it down in what looks to be painfully tight.

Is this really what he looks like hungry?

You wrap your arms around him, trying to comfort him but it feels as if the skating only gets worse and there’s rough growling under his breath that concerns you. You’re lost, you don’t know what to do and there’s nowhere you can go so late at night to–

A rat, about the size of a shoe, runs across the floor.

You don’t want to think it but…

It’s…

It’s something.

You leave Sans to his corner, reassuringly rubbing his arm though he doesn’t seem to notice and take a deep breath of icy air as you slowly make your way over to where the rat is nibbling on something. Your joints are stiff and your whole body aches from the cold but still you steel yourself and lunge.

Never before have you been so grateful to have decent reflexes.

It’s over in a blink with one good smack against the ground. You take a moment to calm down. Killing has always twisted your stomach, never in your most hungry moments did you ever kill an animal to get by. But this was for Sans.

You slowly walk back over and lightly shake his shoulder to try getting his attention, ‘Sans, Sans look!’

It’s agonizing how long it takes for his quaking hands to pull apart just the slightest inch, revealing his eye which is blown wide in a manic frenzy and the horrifying blackened drool running from his teeth like a tainted waterfall.

Your heart skips and you shake as you feel like prey before a predator.

Refusing to be cowed you cautiously hold up the rat and his eye immediately snaps to it. He snatches it from you with such ferocity you yelp as you quickly back away. Sans tears into it with a viciousness, devouring it whole in three gruesome messy bites that makes you slightly sick to witness. And then he’s staring at the wall unseeing, breathing heavy as he wipes his jaw with a hand as the shaking slowly dies down. Gradually he’s still again, in that ever calm pose that you’re used to seeing and his eye shrinks back down to normal size, only then does he look over at you.

It’s as if Sans just now realizes what happened and quickly grabs you, starts turning you around as he looks for anything amiss despite your worried protests. When he’s satisfied he’s holding a hand over his face and chuckling with relief. ‘aw geez, sorry kid i—’

Your sudden embrace cuts off his words. Sans doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He slowly returns the embrace with another mumbled sorry but you only hold him tighter. You don’t know what that was but you never want to see it again. You never want Sans to ever get that bad, not if you can help it. Which leads to you constantly splitting the food you find from then on, even if it’s no better than a mouthful and he tries to fight you on it before conceding every time you threaten to leave the food where you found it.

Sans’ refusal to waste is…oddly endearing.

When he calls you ‘Rosebud’ for the first time instead of kid it shocks you, but you don’t protest. In fact you try not to blush over it but he sees it anyways and gives you shit over it with a smug grin on his face.

Then you actually witness the police beating a man with a baton for trash digging before dragging him away. Only Sans’ hand on your shoulder stops you from trying to help before guiding you and him both to safety. You both stop traveling together as much in daylight, meetup at certain times and certain places to check in and then find a place together for the night. One of you goes trash hopping and scrounging during this time while the other keeps watch over the base, and it works well.

But when morning hits one day and Sans doesn’t come back you panic.

You leave a note on the cement floor with a rock ‘looking 4 u’ and then go hunting. You search half the city, risk your safety by approaching people who know you’re homeless to ask after Sans or if they’ve seen a skeleton monster. With each negative and sad head shake you grow more and more anxious. Tears are in your eyes and you're freezing when night hits but you don’t stop, you keep going and even dare to sneak around the back of the local police station to see if Sans is in a holding cell.

When he’s not you try heading back to the base for one more night.

The sound of sirens stops you.

They get closer.

Frantically you look every way you can for a path off the trail but find none in your panic. You’re going to get caught and you still haven’t found Sans and he won’t know what happened–

A hand grabs your arm, and you're running blindly where it leads you.

The shadows of an alleyway fall over you and you’re pinned to the wall just as flashing red and blue lights pass. Mind slowly catching up you glance at who’s sheltering you and meet the red glow of Sans’ eye as he peers down at you. He’s covered in sweat, panting from having ran, but he’s here and fine–

You aren’t thinking when you pull him into a kiss and neither is he when he returns it with just as much passion. He hoists your legs up over his hips, growling ‘rosebud’ with a fierceness that shakes you, and drags you further into the alleyway, safe from prying eyes.

Being in a relationship with someone while being homeless has always been complicated. Always hurt feelings or worries that can’t be helped, an uneven power dynamic where food or drink is being forced on you for good conscious that even the affection you can get begins to feel questionable in its genuineness.

There’s none of that with Sans, nothing really changes.

There’s maybe more kind words, but there’s kisses now and sometimes more.

You both still have spats and go back and forth just as you did when you first met but you both end up smiling at the end of it, together. It strikes you how you really still don’t know that much about Sans, and he doesn’t know much about you either. You’ve both just been living in the moment and you decide to keep doing so. You’ve been happy so far despite being on the run like fugitives, why change that?

You regret that decision when Sans suddenly gets sick. He was fine that morning, but as the day wore on and you kept meeting up with him he started looking off colored from his usual white, grayer and grayer. When you ask he says it’s just a cold which you choose to believe.

Then as night hits and you go to cuddle with him…

You notice he’s already passed out.

Sans is sweating and…

You freeze.

You don’t know the first thing on how to help a sick monster. You doubt anyone in any of the hospitals do either and you start worrying. He continues to sleep, unresponsive to you no matter what you say, panting, and you make the executive decision to search him and see if he has any medicine or anything at all.

That’s when you find a bundle of string tied letters tucked away in one of the many pockets of one of his multiple coats. You quickly look through them, noticing they’re all from someone named ‘Papyrus’. Birthday wishes, holiday greetings and random life updates…the word ‘Brother’ and many, many, names of various people Sans obviously knows by how they’re talked about.

You have to stop and take a second to register what you just discovered.

Unlike you he has a loving family.

So why was he homeless?

…You didn’t understand.

A sharp gasp has you jolting and slipping a hand to his forehead. He’s burning up, as hot as a kettle. You start skimming the letters again until you find a phone number. There’s only a split second where you hesitate knowing how Sans feels about his privacy and how this might really upset him but you ignore the worry and go digging until you find a single spare quarter in one of his pockets, the one you’d affectionately given him.

Thankfully the payphones still work in the area you’re both currency camping at and you manage to sneak from building to building without notice. Your heart is racing when the call goes through and the number starts ringing.

‘HELLO?’

‘Is this Papyrus?’

“WHY YES! THIS IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS! MAY I ASK WHO YOU ARE AND HOW YOU GOT MY NUMBER?’ You consider, it’s not too late to hang up and stop from crossing this personal boundary more than you have already because you still don’t know why Sans isn’t with them, you can hang up and hope that Sans was right and this was just a cold and he’d be recovered by morning.

But then you remember the potato and the alleyway after you’d feared he’d been caught…

‘He’s got a cold.’ You whisper.

A sigh.

Papyrus’ tone is suddenly subdued and no longer jovial, serious as a heart attack. ‘Where is he?’

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Treat Me Tenderly

Summary: In where [Y/n] tries to cheer her dear friend up after what was possibly the worst year for him. (Prompt 7 and 10 Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats + Gingerbread & Peppermints)

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): mentions of incest, cheating, and divorce (if you watched the movie you know), implied past abusive relationship, angst/comfort (it's not as sad as it sounds I promise), a curse word or two, a sprinkle of pining if you squint real hard

Word Count: 4K (HOW?)

A/N: Choo choo🚂 Hello again! I'm cheating (is that a pun?) today and kind of combining the prompts from today (gingerbread and peppermints) and day 7 (hot drinks and sweet treats ) together I hope you all don't mind ☺

A/N+: I was looking forward to this particular fic as while I don't particularly care for Close My Eyes (it was wild ya'll) I did really like Alan's character Sinclair. He was just so dang cute and his personality was different from his usual baddy roles (which we do love). And they did him so dirty in it. So I'm here to fix that ✌

“I’m coming over for a visit Sinclair and I don’t want to hear another word about it! See you soon darling!”

[Y/n] chirped, hanging the receiver up before the man on the other line could protest that he didn’t need a bloody welfare check. She would disagree wholeheartedly considering what a rotten year this one had been for him.

While she didn’t view herself as much of a gossip, it was hard to ignore the little whispers that began to pop up late last year in their social circles about an affair that Sinclair’s wife Natalie had been having.

What was even worse was that some of the people speculated that not only was she having an affair but it had been with her own brother. [Y/n] had noticed that the woman had been acting awfully bizarre whenever the two of them were together. But simply chalked it up to it just being a sibling thing when you hadn’t seen each other for a while.

Everyone who heard it simply brushed that allegation off as having an affair was already terrible but having it with a sibling was well… just too awful to even consider.

Though when Sinclair had suddenly, and to the shock of everyone at the New Year’s eve dinner he was hosting, announced that he and Natalie were divorcing. Well, that’s when [Y/n] knew it was bad because as brash and loud as he could be at times, the one thing that everyone agreed about when it came to him was that he was wise.

That behind his brashness and loudness, there was a love for literature, a love for his work as a stock analyst, and a very deep regard for how one should be treated in a relationship of any kind. So to hear those words come out of his mouth, confirmed that something had irrevocably damaged their relationship to the point of no return.

The procedure for the separation had been surprisingly speedy considering how unbalanced the marriage was when it came to assets. While it was thought that there might be some contesting about who got what, it had seemed in all his wisdom Sinclair had decided to give his soon to be ex a very healthy sum of money so she would be comfortable for a long amount of time. Honestly, it was probably better that way as it would allow them to quickly be on their way and get through such an unpleasant time.

“You know [Y/n] he seems remarkably calm about all this don’t you think? If it were me I would have given her nothing considering she was in the wrong.”

“Well, it isn’t you Tom. And what do you expect him to do? Scream about it? It’s Sinclair we’re talking about. He may be a bit of a know it all, but he has never been anything but gracious when it comes to these matters.”

“You speak from experience don’t you?”

“None of your bloody business now shut up will you here he comes.”

She couldn’t help the smirk that spread across her face as she reminisced on the conversation that she and their friend Tom had. He had been right when he said that she must have been speaking from experience about Sinclair’s graciousness.

If it hadn’t been for his kindness, she was sure she would have been out of a job and living on the streets or worse, dead, after the hell her ex-boyfriend had put her through. It was only thanks to Sinclair’s charity and kindness that she was able to and he would never have it when she insisted she paid him back.

So as she finally arrived to her destination and pushed open the door underneath the brick archway that revealed a lovely home right behind it, [Y/n] had already formulated a plan to repay him in a more non quantifiable sort of way. She was sure it would drive him mad as he was someone who also liked to count things hence his job.

But It was almost Christmas after all and it was thanks to him that she didn’t have to go through her first one alone after her breakup. So of course she had to be there for him.

Adjusting the large shopping bag on her shoulder that had all sorts of goodies and things, she marched up to his door and rapped loudly on the wooden french doors before waiting for an answer. While doing so she took notice of the plants that stood lining the short stairwell she traversed to get to his door.

All of them seemed happy, bright, and well tended to, and to her, that seemed like a good sign. He at least was still having his gardener come to take care of the plants which was something she guessed.

Standing quietly around waiting for an answer, she frowned and knocked at the door loudly again, this time hitting the glass pane of the door when no one came to let her in. And then after a few more moments of not hearing anything, she pursed her lips before smacking the door even harder, a glare in her eyes.

“Open up Sinclair or I’ll break one of your windows I know you’re home!” She shouted banging on the door again causing it to rattle under her assault. “It’s fucking freezing out here let me in!”

When there was still no answer from him, she took a deep breath of the cold English air before bellowing again,

“Sinclair Bryant open up or so help me!”

Her squawking got someone's attention as the next thing she knew, the front door was flung open, and a slightly irate Sinclair, whose hair was a bit messy, was glaring at her as his arm shot out to grab and pull her inside the house. The door closed with a slam as he locked it back up before turning on her with that same annoyed look.

“Jesus Christ [Y/n] are you trying to get the cops called on you with the noise you’re making? The whole neighborhood could probably hear your racket!”

A simper was on her face as she walked up to him ignoring his protest as she leaned in to give him a soft peck on his cheek (which was a bit prickly and not at all like his normally clean shaven features).

“Well someone’s a bit prickly,” she teased, alluding to his attitude and his unshaven appearance. “But hello to you to Sinclair, I told you I was coming didn’t I? Rude of you to keep a woman waiting out in the cold.”

“Oh don’t give me that [Y/n],” he threw back rolling his eyes at her, “you didn’t give me the chance to tell you not to bother. Do you always find it a habit to invite yourself to other’' homes?”

“No, not all!” She giggled giving him a wink and grin as she invited herself further into the house. “But you Sinclair are special and I know you like the attention even when you say you don’t. Nasty habit of yours that is.”

He huffed at her words and trailed after her with an annoyed look yet never moved to stop her from going where she wanted. Familiar with the very fancy home and all its twists and turns, she made a beeline into the kitchen to put the goods she had brought with her onto the counter. One by one she pulled out different ingredients, sugar, flour, butter, cinnamon, (were those peppermints he saw?), and other items.

“Did you ransack a sweets factory [Y/n]?” He asked suspiciously as she finally pulled out a few more jars and cans of this and that before beaming up at him.

“No not at all,” she answered, tossing her sack haphazardly to the side before proceeding to drag him over to the counter (he protested a bit of course) and motioned to everything on the counter. “But I hope it will look like it when we're done here tonight!”

Glancing momentarily at everything that was on the counter and putting two to two together, he realized what was about to happen. And a little scowl revived itself on his face as he looked down at the woman who was holding his arm hostage.

“Absolutely not!” His objection was harsher sounding than it was supposed to be and it surprised him. But [Y/n] just grinned happily up at him, not at all affected by the storm clouds rumbling about around him. “ You're not about to make a mess in my kitchen and then leave me with the aftermath. I already had to fight with the dishwasher the other day and I prefer not to repeat that battle.”

“Oh don’t start Sinclair.” Letting his arm go, she began to open up a few cabinets grabbing bowls from here and there and then going around and rummaging around in his utensil drawers.

“Are you listening-.”

Whipping around with two large spoons one held close to her, and the other held out to him, she tilted her head a bit. Her eyebrows were drawn together as she looked at him with puppy dog eyes and a tiny almost invisible look of sympathy was behind her smile as she started up at him.

“Come on Sinclair, it'll be fun. And plus,” a little simper on her lips as she watched his eyes light up just a bit when he closer examined what all the ingredients she had pulled out could be used for. “I know how much you love gingerbread this time of year. It’ll be nice, just like old times.”

The look on his face was a skeptical one as he looked back and forth between the utensil and the pleading expression on her features. He was being stubborn and she was just trying to be a good friend and he knew that.

“Please?” She asked sweetly, puppy eyes still wide in a silent wish for him to join her in her baking adventures. “Tis the season for friends and food you know?”

He wasn’t sure if it was the soft pleading in her eyes, the thought of his friend trying to give him some happiness at such a time, or just the general feeling of not wanting to be alone on the approaching holidays and appreciating a distraction.

It may have also been how thankful he secretly felt that [Y/n] had been the one to come to visit as unfortunately for both of them, they had been through something similar so it made it easier to not have to explain. Regardless, what did matter is that he finally cracked, reaching out for the spoon offered to him and plucking it out of her hand.

“You do make a good gingerbread.” He admitted as he watched her eyes glitter with excitement while her tiny smile grew larger and larger.

Walking up to him and giving him a playful kiss on the cheek, she pulled away before correcting him with,

“I make the best damn gingerbread cookies, and don’t you forget it.”

After that, it became a flurry of motion in the kitchen as they worked around each other, laughing and shouting at one another as they mixed ingredients, getting the once spotless kitchen a little messy.

“Sinclair, stop! You can’t eat that yet,” [Y/n] laughed out trying to yank the spoon away from him that had some raw dough stuck to it. He was faster though, turning his back on her and continuing to eat bits of the sweet unfinished product. “Sinclair, I'm not taking you to the hospital if you get sick!”

“What and leave me to die?” He asked, whipping around and pointing his spoon at her, “I thought you said this was the season of friends? Not very friendly of you to leave me for dead.”

“And not very friendly of you to make me have to rush you to the hospital,” she giggled, throwing her arms around his waist in a hug and tiptoeing to put her chin on his shoulder to look over him. “Here give me some so at least both of us will have an excuse to be in the hospital.”

A throaty chuckle left Sinclair as he offered his spoon to her and she happily nibbled at the dark dough enjoying the subtle sweetness and spice that made the cookies so yummy.

“Mmm perfecto! Now we just have to bake them up! Oh, I’m so excited.”

Running over to the bag that was still filled with items, she rummaged around before pulling out cookie cutters of all different shapes and sizes. Spinning around she grinned at Sinclair who had been watching her and an equally sizeable smile broke on his features.

“Pick pick pick!” She exclaimed going over to him and letting him get a closer look at the little tools.

Giving them a once over, she watched as he picked a snowman shaped one, and to complement his choice, she went for a cute little snowflake one before grinning up at him.

“Alright, let's get punching these things out I’m starving!”

“We’re having cookies for dinner?” He half questioned half laughed as she moseyed over to the already rolled out dough.

“Of course, we’re the adults here so we get to choose to ruin our appetite if we want to. Any problems with that,” she turned around and winked at him.

And for the love of it all, he couldn’t help but let himself be sucked into her exuberant energy. So he strode next to her and bumped her hip causing her to giggle and return with her own hip bump as she looked up at him with excitement glittering in her eyes.

“You know I’m the last person to argue about having an abundance of dessert.” He answered with a smile before helping her cut out pieces and placing them into the baking sheet.

They repeated the process twice more, filling out two pans and putting them in the oven while also setting a little timer for them. Rolling the rest of the dough up, Sinclair put the rest of the mixture into a bowl before covering it and moving it into the fridge. [Y/n] on the other hand made another run to her bag pulling out a tin of hot cocoa mix and showing it off to Sinclair when he turned back.

“And of course, we can’t have those cookies with hot chocolate now can we?”

“Absolutely not it be a sin,” he huffed as he went to grab some milk and she to grab a pot and they once again met at the stove for some teamwork.

It didn’t take long for everything to be done, and before they knew it they were both relaxing on the couch with their steaming drinks and sweet treats. [Y/n] had allowed herself to lounge with her legs resting on Sinclair’s lap even though he had tried to push them off only to give up when she stuck her tongue out at him and continued to try to lay them on him. In her hands was her little mug of hot cocoa with a peppermint stick happily floating around it as she took a sip of it.

Sinclair, who was not a fan of such a mixture, eyed her each time she would pick her mug up and it wasn’t long before he was badgering her about it.

“You know you really ought to have your taste buds checked. Why in god's name do you enjoy mixing something that is fine on its own with a toothpaste flavor?”

“My taste buds are perfectly fine,” she countered, taking another sip of the chocolatey liquid that had a perfectly subtle mint flavor behind it, “you just have no taste for the finer things in life.”

His face scrunched up at her as he took another bite of his cookie. From where they were sitting, on his lavish couch, in his very lavish home that had those large stone columns, you could put equally large vases on, it was very much a joke about him not enjoying the fine things in life.

In fact, if it was one thing he knew how to do, it was how to enjoy a very lavish and fortunate life that he had earned himself and he did it well. Yet even though she was just teasing, it seemed to bring a dark cloud upon him as he slumped back onto the sofa and looked ahead with a somber expression.

“Hmph, while I can’t agree with you there, unfortunately, there are some who I can say the same about.”

The bitterness and resentment in his words and expression told her immediately that she had accidentally rubbed some salt in a healing wound. And before she knew it she was putting her mug down and throwing her legs off him so she could crawl towards him.

“Sinclair.” His name was spoken with tender concern as she placed herself close to his side bringing her hand up to carefully cup his cheek. “I’m sure she enjoyed it. Who wouldn’t, especially with someone as brilliant and lovely as you? I don’t know what was going on in her head when she decided to…,” [Y/n] paused trying to think of a more delicate phrase to address what the woman had done to him and decided on, “step outside of your marriage. But I don’t think it was because she didn’t enjoy what she had been given.”

“Then what was it?” His voice wavered a bit as he turned to look at [Y/n] who noticed the telltale glassy eyes that had her heart shattering for her dear friend. “What was so bad about being married to me that she decided she had to go out and…and…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before a sudden and terrible sob shook his form as he pulled away from [Y/n] touch to bury his face in his hands. “Was there something wrong with me? Did I make her so unhappy that she had to go and do this to me? Why? WHY?”

Her heart was shattered as she watched her dear friend weeping and breaking down after having been so calm for so long. She wondered briefly how long he had been holding the hurt in as he had been almost a master at hiding it from everyone. He still had people over for dinners and those things, went to work and continued to do as good of a job as he had always done, and just acted as if nothing had been amiss after the divorce had been settled.

And she felt guilty as she leaned over and gently tugged him close to her so she could hug him that she hadn’t been the one to see through the facade. Of course, he hadn’t been alright. Who would be? But she was here now, and she was keen on doing anything to make sure he would once again become that brash, loud yet wise Sinclair who she had always adored.

“Oh darling no you absolutely did nothing to make her do such a thing!” She huffed going to defend him immediately while stroking his hair as he rested his head between her neck and shoulders.

Muted sobs wracked his form as she allowed him to dampen her shirt with his tears and she went to rub his back soothingly.

“There is nothing wrong with being unhappy sometimes in a marriage but if she didn’t tell you, how would you have known? Never ever were you unfaithful to her, and you looked at her with all the stars in the sky so please don’t think you had anything to do with her indiscretions love.”

Her words were only met with more sobs, which she allowed him to pour out without interruption. If there was anyone who deserved a good uninterrupted cry it was him and she was happy to provide any comfort she could give to him. It may had been the reason she wanted to check in on him so she was content with comforting him.

It had taken a while for his cries to begin to quiet and his body to stop trembling under her hold and it wasn’t until she heard his muffled voice did she pull away a little.

“Did you say something Sinclair? I’m afraid I almost suffocated you.”

She was met with a chuckle as the man detached his face from her shoulder and looked up at her with red rimmed eyes and a sheepish smile.

“I said I’ve gotten snot all over your shoulder [Y/n].”

“Oh,” she snorted, looking down at the wet mass on her shoulder before shrugging, “I’ve had much worse, don’t worry about it! As long as you’re feeling better I’m okay.” There was a beat of silence before she added, “you are feeling better right?”

The question was accompanied by her brows furrowing a little as she watched him wipe his eyes with his sleeves. For a moment there was silence between them and he seemed to have this thoughtful look on his features.

“You can snot up my other shoulder if you need to, it's pretty clean,” she offered up jokingly turning the other shoulder towards him as if to let him cry on that one too.

This little action had him shaking his head as that familiar smile bloomed on his features. Her antics never failed to cheer him up when she had stayed with him for a while in their past and he shouldn’t be surprised about how light he felt now with her. He did miss it.

“No that’s quite alright I’m pretty sure I have some tissues somewhere I can use, or of course,” he added, raising his arm and looking at his sleeve before back up to her.

“Are you sure I do make a good cry buddy,” she suggested, nudging him a little and making him scrunch his face up as if he was annoyed with her. “And plus Sinclair you know I would do anything to make sure you were happy right? You’re quite a dear person to me after all.”

This seemed to catch his attention and she realized as soon as she had said what she did that it sounded a lot like a proposition that she wasn’t trying to make. But before she could catch herself, Sinclair had already raised an eyebrow with a teasing smirk on his thin lips.

“Anything you say?”

“Anything within reason you perv,” she laughed gently, swatting his shoulder causing a feigned look of hurt to appear before he laughed along with her. “I don’t think we need anything more complicated as life already is at this moment don’t you think?”

There was a nod of agreement in her direction before he looked up thoughtfully.

“Well, if you don’t mind I do have a favor to ask of you,” he said as he looked over with a sheepish smile to [Y/n] who nodded for him to go on. “As you said it is the holidays and well if it isn’t too much, I would appreciate some company.”

If she had felt delighted earlier when he allowed her to ransack his kitchen and dirty his dishes in the name of making cookies, then this was double that and she couldn’t help but throw her arms around him and hug him tightly. A bit startled, he quickly went to hug her back enjoying the warmth, and closeness of having her with him.

“I’ll stay until you kick me out for driving you mad with my insistent need to bother you,” she mumbled into his neck. “Plus if not to make sure you’re alright, to eat the rest of those gingerbread cookies because they were fantastic.”

“Well, it’s a good thing I’m used to being driven mad by you, so it’s not something you’ll need to worry yourself about any time soon,” he replied to her as she wiggled away from his arms and slumped back on the sofa, a lopsided grin aimed at him.

“Hopefully I drive you mad in the ‘you’re so wonderful never leave me’ sort of way and not the ‘I’m going to bury your body in the backyard if you say another word’ way?”

“Well, we will see by tomorrow morning if you’re still above ground or not won’t we?”

“Sinclair!”

There was a twinkle in his eyes that had been missing as she tried to muster up a glare in his direction. But it quickly faltered and softened at how cheerful he seemed at the moment, and she couldn’t help but smile at him and flop her head down onto his shoulder.

“You drive me mad to you know?”

“What is it that you said earlier?” He asked, tilting his head to the side and resting it just on top of hers. “What are friends for?”

A/N: I'm sorry if my endings feel abrupt guys 🤣I just get to them and am like oh so now you know what keep it short means smh. Anyways another story in the books and they keep getting longer! Thank you for stopping by to read it ❤❤🥰and of course let me know how you liked it!

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