#just scroll back and forth and you will feel your cat

[mellifiedprincess]

When you started dating Matt, he realized very quickly how deeply you felt things. And what he meant by that is, you sometimes had feelings so strong about something you would end up an emotional mess.

For most people something like that would be quite overwhelming, but not for you. You embraced it.

You found the way you cared so much or thought so much about something to be one of many charming characteristics about yourself.

And sometimes even funny.

Matt couldn’t count how many times he has walked in on you with tears streaming down your cute little face for such bizarre reasons. One time it was because you couldn’t find your favorite nail polish.

Another time it was because you saw an old picture of your mom’s favorite pet growing up. You had never even met the cat and you were crying over it.

“But I just know we would have been best friends!” Was your argument of why you were so emotional over the animal. Matt could only roll his eyes affectionately and cradle your head against his chest.

Yes, he thought it was one of the most ridiculous things to cry about, but he loved you and thought it was endearing only because it was you.

He knew during your “episodes” there wasn’t much he could offer besides the comfort of his presence.

Fast forward to today.

You were minding your business, scrolling through tiktok while the boys were doing who knows what, when a sweet edit of Matt pops up on your fyp.

Of course you watched it. As soon as you saw Matt’s cute little grin, you were sucked in. The transition from him laughing, to him dancing, makes the smile on your face grow even more. He was so cute, it actually hurt your heart and you needed to see his face right then and there.

Tears started running down your face as you walk from the room you share with Matt, to the kitchen, eyes immediately landing on just the person you were looking for.

He was standing in the middle of the room, reading something on his phone not noticing the frazzled state you were in. He didn’t even notice you were there until he felt your arms wrap around his waist and face press into his back.

“Hi baby.” He quietly greets as one of his hands instinctively drop down to grab one of yours, his thumb rubbing softly against the back of your hand. And just the gentleness of his actions is enough to make you squeeze your eyes shut, causing more tears to run out. “You’re so cute Matty!”

At the sound of your watery voice he’s concerned, but then he registers what you said and knows this is one of your episodes. Though still concerned, because he hates when you cry, he is relieved it’s not something too serious.

He moves to pull you in front of him before taking your arms to wrap themselves back around his waist. Matt then quickly wipes at your waterline, trying to stop your tears.

“Why are you crying sweetheart?”

“Because!” You pause and bury your face in his chest and you feel his hand begin to run through your messy hair.

“I just- I love you so much! I feel like my heart melts every time I look at your cute little face.” You cry out, words muffled by his shirt. And if you were to look up right now, you would see a very amused grin on your boyfriend’s face.

“Is that right? The same thing happens to me when I look at you, so glad we’re on the same page.” There’s a lightness to his words, but genuinely meaning them.

You both are silent for a few moments. Matt just holding you tightly against his body, making sure you knew he was there. “I saw this really cute edit of you on tiktok and it just made me really happy. I needed to see your face immediately.”

“You wanna show me the edit?” You perk up instantly at his question, a giddy feeling flooding through your body. “In a minute, Matty. I just need you to keep holding me like this.”

“Okay angel. I got you.” Matt rests his cheek on top of your head and starts to slowly sway you both back and forth. His words settle into the silence surrounding you two and you get another rush of emotions spread throughout your chest.

And unbeknownst to you, Matt had the same rush of emotions spread throughout his chest. He felt so fucking lucky to have someone who loved him as much as you did.

The moment between you two was short lived when you hear another set of footsteps walking downstairs, and then the silence is once again broken by Nicks voice.

“Ugh, serious situation or one of her episodes?” Matt cuts his eyes over to Nick, making the older sibling throw his hands up in a defensive manner. “What? I love my bestie, but she could give Mantis (guardians of the galaxy) a run for her money.”

“Shut the fuck up. We were having a moment here.” Matt states and you pull away from his body, looking at Nick with a soft smile. “Stop yelling at him. It’s okay Nick, it’s just another one of my silly little moments.” You laugh and start pulling Matt’s sleeve, walking towards your bedroom.

Matt sits on the edge of the bed, not wasting anytime in pulling you down into his lap and wrapping his arms back around you.

“Do I really seem more emotional than Mantis?” Your question only makes your boyfriend laugh, answering your question without saying anything.

“It doesn’t matter, sweetheart. Everyone loves your little episodes. It’s almost refreshing in a sense because of how innocent it makes you seem. You just have such a big heart things make you so happy sometimes, you can’t help but cry.”

His small rant makes you squeeze your eyes shut from more tears and you place kisses all over his face, before landing one on his lips.

“Do you really mean that?”

“Of course I do! And I mean it when I say I wouldn’t change anything about you for the world.”

A thought passes through your mind and a small laugh escapes your mouth. “I wouldn’t change anything about you either, not even the weird thing your pinky does when you drink something.”

“Oh great, now I’m getting bullied by the internet and my girlfriend.”

the edit that inspired this:

FULL CREDIT TO @nllzharry on tiktok!

#sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo

[rs-hawk]

Love this post by @microsff

You went to a garage sale to see what you could find. You had been working on so many projects that you were hoping to get parts for cheap, when you saw an Andrew the Android. He was sitting on a table, swinging his feel that barely scraped the ground. He was an early version. It was easy to tell by his stocky build, and the way he barely looked humanoid. Newer ones looked more human.

“How much is he?” you asked the man sitting by a lock box, pointing to Andrew.

“You don’t want that one,” the man grinned, showing off all his teeth in a way that made you frown. “It’s a weird one. Sent it up to clean my gutters in a storm, you know, testing out that ‘waterproof’ feature.”

“Uh-huh,” you said unsurely, shifting on your feet slightly.

“And it got struck by lightening. Been odd ever since. Telling me to call it ‘Andy’ and asking me questions. Didn’t think these ones of them were meant to be so annoyingly human.”

“I still want him. How much?” you insisted.

You and the man go back and forth for a bit before you finally handed him a small wad of cash. A giddy feeling fluttered in your chest as you approached him. He looked up at you, a blank look on his expressionless face.

“Hi there. I’m Y/N. I just bought you,” you explained as you offered him your hand. “I’m so excited that I found an early Andrew. You’re one of my favorite androids of all time.”

“Andy, please,” was his response. He held up his hands, no, claws, as if to apologize for not shaking yours. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You brought him home, and he settled in quickly. One day, he greeted you at the door.

“Can you make me hands?” he asked.

“Why? Your claws work better, and you can swap them out with other attachments,” you asked back as you started gathering things for the project you were working on.

“I want to pet your cat.”

“You can’t even feel her fur though.”

“But she can. And I want her to like me petting her.”

You paused, thinking for a moment. “Alright. I can build you hands.”

“I also want to learn guitar. Can you make sure I have good fingers?”

That made a grin crack your face. “Yes, I’ll make you good fingers.”

You two lived in good harmony for awhile, until one day, he showed you a book. “Why is one character being called ‘they’?”

“Oh, because they’re non-binary.”

He nodded as he went back to the book. “I think that fits me better than he.”

You nodded back at them, scrolling through your phone. “Okay.”

Another day, they come to you, holding a book with a picture of a flute. “Can you build me a mouth? And move my port?”

“You want to learn to play the flute?” you asked curiously, looking at the book, their fingers curling around the pages.

“Yes.”

“Alright.”

They took to the flute much better than the guitar, but you don’t say anything. Even when they wake you up in the middle of the night. They’re still not very good, but you enjoy hearing their progress.

Yet again, they come to you, showing you a magazine with synthetic skin and hair on an android. They don’t say anything as they hand it to you, looking down.

“Okay. I’ll take you in and let you pick everything out,” you say as you hand them back the magazine.

“Do you think I’ll really be able to feel?” they asked nervously, rolling the magazine up into a tube.

“Maybe. Why?”

They looked away, and you thought if they were human, they would have blushed. “I want to pet your cat.”

“You pet her all the time.”

“I want to be able to feel it too.”

As always, you nodded. “It’s worth a shot at least then, right?”

Andy went in many times for many more modifications on top of the ones they asked you to make for them. Over the span of months, but in a way that hit you all at once, you fell in love with them. The way they laughed. How excited they were to learn. How excited they were to just be.

“Hey, Y/N! Andy! Welcome in yous guys. I got the room set up. Andy’s got a surprise for you, Y/N. You’re gonna let Andy pick out everything as always, yeah?” the mechanic greeted the two of you as you stepped inside.

You thought it was a little odd she just kept saying “Andy” instead of “they” but you brushed it off. “Yeah Sal. It’s Andy’s body. They can do what they want.”

Andy and Sal shared a grin before you were ushered into the waiting room. A couple hours later, a dark haired woman came out, her hair styled into a neat bun on the top of her head. Her eyes were green, your favorite color. There was a softness to her face and features, as well as a stockiness to her build. She reminded you of Andy, in a way, so you returned her smile.

Sal came up behind you, gesturing to the woman. “What do you think?”

“Oh she’s lovely, perfectly stunning, but you know I’m just waiting on Andy,” you said with a frown and furrow of your brows.

“Hi Y/N,” the woman said shyly, looking down at her feet.

“Andy?”

“I mean, I guess, but I want a new name.”

“What is it?”

“I don’t know yet.”

You tilted your head, looking at her curiously. “But you already know every name that there is to know.”

A sweet smile touched her lips as she walked over to you, taking your hands in hers. “I don’t know how they sound when you say them yet.”

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[petit-etoile]

Astarion goes to the cat shelter to get a sibling for His Majesty, Tav is the worker who helps him out and it’s history from there

cat  &  mouse  ( back  &  forth )

pairing: astarion/tav wordcount: 2,505 content warnings: set in baldur's gate but i mention designer brands, other than that,  nothing other tags: alternate universe - modern setting, pre-relationship, developing relationship, getting together, fluff, astarion is rich, gender neutral tav archiveofourown: here.

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summary:  ‘But you see, I travel for business and His Majesty holds grudges,’ Astarion explains. ‘If I leave him with a sitter, he’s a true terror. If I leave him alone, he eats my Brunello Cucinelli cashmere!’

‘Hello! Is there anything I can help you with?’

The man is currently kneeling down, humming to himself, while he looks between a bundle of elderly cats and his phone. You’re surprised. Normally people who come to the shelter are looking for kittens as presents, but the sight of him giving attention to anything but kittens makes you feel better about his intentions. He looks at you, startled by the sound of your voice. His phone clammers to the ground.

‘Oh my gods, I’m so sorry!’ you say frantically. ‘I didn’t mean to startle you!’

‘  — my gods, no, I mean it’s quite alright, heavens above,’ he breathes out. He drapes a hand over his heart dramatically. ‘Perhaps you should wear a bell around your ankle. You’re…horrifically quiet.’

He huffs out a sigh of relief before picking his phone back up. He stands up, knees creaking as he does so, and shows you his screen. Thankfully, it’s free of cracks.

‘I’m looking for a companion for His Majesty,’ the man explains.

The picture he shows you is an offensively hairless cat who seems to be somewhat older as well, though it’s hard to tell due to all his natural wrinkles. You’re not sure how it’s possible, but the cat seems to be judging you through the phone. You once heard Mr. Withers say that all pets take after their pet owners' looks, and when you glance at the man before you, you can kind of see it. He’s not hairless by any means but he certainly looks at you with an air of accidental arrogance, and that makes you nervous.

‘What a cute cat!’ you say instead.

‘His Majesty is rather adorable,’ the man agrees. ‘Oh gods, I just realized he isn’t even wearing a sweater in this photo… Please look away, he is indecently exposed!’

You laugh, covering your mouth and closing your eyes as instructed. You can hear him frantically scroll through his camera roll for a picture of His Majesty that would have all his hairlessness expertly covered.

The next photograph you’re allowed to see of His Majesty shows the sphynx cat in an adorable sweater which matches the sweater his owner is wearing. Seeing the two side by side confirms your earlier suspicions. They seem to belong together. Smug, but not as if it isn’t warranted, and proud, like their happiness is something they’ve earned. You hum, nodding.

‘But you see, I travel for business and His Majesty holds grudges,’ the man explains. ‘If I leave him with a sitter, he’s a true terror. If I leave him alone, he eats my Brunello Cucinelli cashmere!’

‘He definitely sounds like he needs a friend!’ you agree.

‘But he hates kids,’ the man stresses, sniffing delicately. ‘So I doubt kittens would fare any better. He bit my sister’s niece once.’

‘I see, I see,’ you say, trying not to laugh. ‘We have a few cats here that I think could be a good companion. Right here is Kira and she’s quite the refined lady. I think she likes to gossip.’

‘Oh my,’ the man says. ‘She would fit right in.’

‘But there’s also Myshka. He’s a bit more playful, but he has gorgeous eyes,’ you say.

You kneel down where the man was sitting before, gesturing between the two cats you pointed out. Kira frowns at you disapprovingly, and Myshka continues to chirp happily. The man gasps at the adorableness and wiggles his fingers in front of the kennels. Myshka shouts like you’ve never heard him shout and bounces, shoving his nose against the doors and sniffing aggressively. He’s perhaps the least ‘civilized’ cat you have at the entire shelter, but from the way the man’s eyes light up, you wouldn’t even know it. Part of you is thankful. Myshka deserved a good home.

‘Ugh, he’s perfect,’ the man says.

‘He isn’t as old as some of the other cats, but most people overlook him because he isn’t a kitten,’ you explain. You wiggle your fingers too and Myshka forgets about the man and starts yelling at you instead. ‘He’s a little odd but I’d take him home in a heartbeat if I could.’

‘Oh? You want him too?’

‘Yeah, but my home is a bit busy,’ you say with a shrug. ‘I have a cute dog named Scratch, who is a rescue, and I’m currently helping rehabilitate a baby owlbear.’

‘A baby owlbear!’

‘Yeah! Do you want to see some photos too?’

The man grins crookedly. He’s so handsome it makes your heart stutter. You look away from him and focus on fishing your phone out of your back pocket. You find your photo album titled ♡ family ♡. You show him Scratch first. He coos over the dog, pointing out how pretty his coat is. You purple shampoo it every once in a while so that it stays sparkling and shiny and white. Compared to what Scratch looked like before, he’s so happy now.

It only goes up from there when you show the man the picture of the baby owlbear. He’s so chubby it’s cute with big, hopeful eyes. You tell the man about how Jaheira had found him one night in the woods and how you were the first person she thought of to help rehabilitate him. That seems to earn you some recognition. He looks at you like he’s really taking in the look of you.

‘You may as well be an angel in disguise,’ he says approvingly. ‘Although… Jaheira… I think I know her.’

‘You might! She owns the rescue.’

‘I think I took on a case for her once,’ the man muses, rubbing at his chin. ‘Yes, that sounds more like it. If you know Jaheira, then you must be a phenomenal person.’

You laugh nervously. Now he’s just flattering you, you’re sure of it. Either way, you try to change the subject as quickly as possible before your nerves get the better of you.

‘Mm, yes, I think I’ll take this one,’ he says, referring to Myshka. ‘But no need to put him in one of those awful boxes. I have a Prada carrier in my car. If you’ll only give me a moment.’

Prada… Brunello Cucinelli… You almost wish you were Myshka instead!

Still, now that you watch him go in and out, everything starts to add up. He’s an expensive magistrate with expensive cat carriers and expensive cats… You stare agape as Astarion Ancunin walks back in with his bright red Prada bag and offers it to you. He smiles once you realize who he is. The awe must show on your face. Not that it matters, he’s here to get a cat and you happen to have been one of the only ones working today, but you still feel ridiculously honored. Without saying anything, you coax Myshka into the bag and show Astarion the way to the counter so that he can pay.

“We take cash…or credit…’ you say faintly. ‘Or checks…’

‘Cash will have to do,’ Astarion says with a shrug. ‘Anything for little Myshka. What a little baby!’

You don’t even know what to say half the time, busy trying to get the paperwork together and not stare. It seems like Astarion has hit all your weaknesses in one go. Attractive, loves animals, adopts and doesn’t shop, and goes out of his way to wear ugly matching sweaters with his cat. You ring him up as slowly as you can out of your own desire to stare at him more, and then once everything is signed and paid for, you reluctantly slide Myshka’s carrier forward. You don’t mean to pout. You can’t really help it.

‘You’ll tell Jaheira I stopped by, won’t you?’ Astarion asks casually. He’s running his fingers over the zipper of his carrier instead of picking his new cat up. ‘We used to get into trouble together back in the day.’

‘You know,’ you say conspiratorially, ‘we’re actually having a bonfire out at my place this weekend. It’s a little bit out of the city, but Jaheira will be there. She’s bringing kidney pie.’ You leave out the part where it’s supposed to be an employee’s only bonfire.

‘It does sound phenomenal,’ Astarion hums. ‘Give me the address. I’d love to drop by. You can leave your phone number too if you’d like.’

It goes without saying that for the next three days, you do nothing besides prepare for the bonfire, go to work, and text Astarion. He sends you updates about his new family  —  Myshka is freshly spoiled with a Louis Vuitton collar, His Majesty wears a new Gucci sweater that matches Astarion’s, and Astarion himself takes ridiculous selfies at bad angles while looking ridiculously attractive. It’s almost unfair. 

Sometimes you send him pictures of Scratch chewing on his favorite toy, but mostly, Astarion seems to enjoy videos of the baby owlbear sitting in the silliest ways possible. You managed to get him to wear a hat one day and Astarion was so delighted by it he allegedly set it as his homescreen.

You’re the only one not surprised when Astarion shows up to your humble farm in his Mercedes-Benz. You might have forgotten to tell Jaheira about it. Everyone crowds around you instead of the bonfire trying to get a peek at the hot-shot magistrate, but if the attention was overwhelming, Astarion says nothing. He strolls in carrying a pot of something that Gale immediately begins fussing over. Now with empty hands, Astarion throws his arms around Jaheira and kisses her cheeks over and over. It’s lovely.

Astarion begins fussing over Scratch as though he were an old friend after that. Scratch has brought over his ball to play, and even though it’s covered in spit and roughly three years old, Astarion delights in playing fetch. You sneakily grab a plate of kidney pie to feed Scratch and sit on the ground so you can watch them play games. At one point, Scratch refuses to bring Astarion the ball and makes the elf chase him around the yard. When he’s done, Astarion sits next to you laughing and gasping for air.

He helps you feed Scratch the meaty bits from the pie, cooing all the while. ‘What a delightful beast!’ he says.

‘He really gave you a run for your money for a moment, didn’t he?’ you tease.

‘Well, he has two more legs than I do,’ Astarion snorts, sniffing delicately. ‘It’s only fair he wins.’

It makes you laugh more than it should, and you wipe the leftover pie crust and juices on your jeans before standing up. You’re surprised when Astarion does the same on his jeans, but he laughs at your expression and follows suit.

‘Do you  —  Do you want to see him?’ you ask.

‘See who  —  ’ Astarion’s eyes widen immediately. ‘The owlbear! The baby! Oh please, you must let me see him, darling. What a delight!’

‘I must warn you,’ you tell him, leaning forward like it’s a secret. ‘He may be asleep. And he’s extremely cuddly. Beware the claws.’

‘Beware the claws, yes, yes,’ Astarion repeats, waving his hand impatiently. ‘Let me see the little man!’

You lead Astarion away from the bonfire and everyone else to a quieter, fenced off part of your property. You had it passed down to you from your grandfather who wasn’t deceased as much as he was that much of a recluse who decided Baldur’s Gate was becoming too large. Inside, tucked into a cute little bed, was the baby owlbear who had picked up the habit of snoring from Scratch.

Everyone else liked the baby owlbear as well, but you weren’t expecting Astarion to gush at the sight of him. You lead him into the enclosure and very carefully sat next to the owlbear. As if trained to do so, he wakes up and blinks his large orange orbs at Astarion inquisitively.

‘Do you want to hold him?’ you ask.

Astarion almost quivers at the idea.

‘You have to be really careful!’ you tell him, probably for the hundredth time. ‘He’s just a baby so he can’t control his strength yet. He has big boy paws. They hurt if he smacks you in the face by accident.’

Astarion is the picture of serenity. He sits, cross legged, and waits for you to slowly coax the baby owlbear into his lap. He’s clearly delighted by the whole thing, visibly trembling, and watching the owlbear with the kind of reverence you only see at a temple. Astarion sits very patiently and gently pets the top of the owlbear’s head, and it only takes a minute or two for the baby to fall back asleep. Every snore is a hoot, and his feathers fluff out occasionally as he continues to make himself comfortable in Astarion’s lap.

‘This might be the best thing ever,’ Astarion tells you earnestly.

You aren’t quite sure what possesses you in the moment, but you straighten up a little bit and glance at him as coyly as you can manage. You put your hands in your lap and twirl your thumbs around one another nervously.

You say, ‘It really does seem like he likes you. Maybe  —  Maybe you could come by more often. If you want to.’

Astarion glances at you knowingly. ‘Oh, perhaps every once in a while,’ he says ‘Maybe I could teach him how to play fetch.’

‘Like Scratch taught you how to?’

‘I knew how to play!’ Astarion complains. ‘He wouldn’t give the ball back! And he’s so fast, it’s ridiculous. His Majesty would never treat me this way.’

‘I’d like to meet His Majesty too,’ you say casually.

Astarion’s eyes light up. Had they always been that shade of red? The light of the evening seems to make them glow… You try not to think about it too much, but you haven’t been very good at focusing lately. Astarion seems equally as interested in your eyes. He chases after them, intent on looking you in the face as you chat.

‘You’ll have to come over,’ he says encouragingly. ‘I cook a mean Lheshayl steak. It pairs nicely with a Silverymoon white wine.’

‘I don’t ever think I’ve had a Lheshayl anything,’ you say, and Astarion laughs. It isn’t a mean laugh. ‘Do I bring a dish to something like that?’

‘Oh no, darling, you don’t bring anything but your gorgeous self,’ Astarion says, nudging you with his elbow. ‘I wasn’t inviting you to get together with friends, you know. If I wanted that, I’d have it catered. I was asking you on a date  —  ’

‘A date?’ you repeated stupidly.

Astarion laughs again. It’s a whimsical, unpracticed sound that doesn’t go with his usual countenance but it sounds nice. It makes you want to make him laugh more. You’re not quite sure what you’ve done to warrant his attention, but the affection is nice… You nudge him back, fighting the smile, fighting the butterflies dancing dangerously in the pit of your stomach.

‘Okay,’ you say softly. ‘It’s a date.’

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[yuzurins]

streamer!suna x streamer!reader - this was so self indulgent and badly written in my notes app but it’s ok i want to be back here bc tumblr is fun haha

“me? and y/n?” suna scoffed, face showing no hint of reaction. “now that’s too much, you guys are overthinking it.”

he mumbled, deep in concentration, as his eyes darted back and forth from his game to the rapidly moving chat screen.

**h789: don’t act like we didn’t see you build a whole house for her!!!

**n.m**y: you literally got her a whole tank of axolotls THOSE THINGS TAKE SO MUCH TIME TO GET

su**: the flowers MAN the flowers 😞

**be*17***: and the list goes on…

suna rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh. “were you guys here when i literally blew the house down and kidnapped all the axolotls?? it was an elaborate plan to prank her and make her scared of course.”

miya**sam**: shut up bro😭

mk**j1*: 🫢🫢🫢

g****0a: SUNA THE BIG FAT BULLY

su**: he’s bullying her bc he likes her

miya**sam**: ewww how sadistic of him

uu**720**n*: IT TAKES TWO??? HELLO???

luvv**esu***0: nah guys he’s dating me why would he be with y/n

k*tss**k: imagine being delulu

**h789: my bae yn too good for him she’s thousands times better than u

a look of disgust crosses his face.

luvv**esu***0: stop he just doesn’t know it yet!!

su**: just stop it’s so embarrassing t-t

h**y*vs*: are you sure guys

h**y*vs*: feels like sunarin wouldn’t be that mean to his girlfriend :(

“no literally, i hate her guts.” he paused the game he was currently playing, opened up a new tab and searched up “sunarin being mean to y/n”

scrolling down the long page of search results, he stared at the camera with a face that screams “told you so” and laughed.

“chat, you guys can fantasize all you want, but just know that there’s tons of evidence online that can prove you all wrong in less than a second, so it’s just funny seeing you all believe that me and her are actually dating-“

now as if on cue, you burst into the room in your pajamas and dashed over to the boy sitting by the computer.

suna flinched and turned around immediately, panic starting to overcome his face. “what the-“

“RINNNN PLEASE PLEASE PLEAAAASEEEE CAN WE GET A CAT I REALLY WANT A CAT SO BADDDD I PROMISE ILL TAKE CARE OF IT AND CLEAN UP ALL OF ITS POOP I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLYYY JUST WANT A CAT ITS BEEN MY DREAM ALL MY LIFE!!!!!” you blabbered nonstop as you clung onto his arm, not giving suna a chance to interrupt you at all.

“y/n what are you talking about i’m kinda streaming right now-“

“IF YOURE SCARED ILL STOP LOVING YOU AFTER WE GET THE CAT I WONT I PROMISE I REALLY DO SO Please don’t say—” seeing the look on his face, you turned around to see the thousands of people spamming the chat, finally realizing what he was trying to tell you and shrunk down in disbelief. “no….”

miya**sam**: told you so

miya**sam**: hi y/n!! 🤣

su**: OMG

mk**j1*: NEOJDDIJDJC NO WAYYY

**h789: SHES ADORABLE I LOVE YN

g****0a: STRIMMER EXPOSED

atsu**b*****: LOLOLOL

suna immediately turns his webcam and microphone off.

your boyfriend scowls as you give him an innocent smile.

uh oh, busted.

#this is so badly written LMAOO THE CHAT things are so goofy but yeah just a short drabble #suna rinatro #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintaro fluff #suna rintaro imagine #suna rintaro fic #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #streamer au #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro #haikyuu!! #suna rintaro haikyuu

[claymorexpunisher]

Brats Have More Fun (5/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Damian Priest/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader thinks she's being cute by shamelessly defying the orders of her vampire boyfriend, Damian...

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW/has NSFW elements. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Chapter Tags: 18+, smut, orgasm denial, kink, sadism, masochism, flogging, sex toy, g-spot stimulation, vampire!Damian, human!Reader.

Word Count: 1,430

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Damian was very much the walking motto of ‘if they wanted to, they would…”

He lived by it, not just whenever I needed affection or a shoulder to cry on, but also when it came to handing out punishments.

Or in today’s case- funishments.

That was one of the most exciting aspects of dating a vampire; he could be anywhere at any given time in under 2 seconds if he so wished.

And sometimes I either forgot that he could, or I chose to forget and got him riled up any way that I could.

Today as we were texting back and forth, our conversation got increasingly flirtatious and my mouth got smarter, daring him to set me straight.

Being a smartass, I let Damian know that I was up to no good, wanting to bring myself some much-needed relief even though he’d explicitly told me to wait till he arrived the following week.

Naturally that was a bit too much of an agonizing wait for me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands…

I thought I was safe because Damian was currently on the road with WWE.

But one minute I was getting comfortable in our bed, in one of Damian’s T-shirts, giggling to myself after sending him a soundless video of myself with my legs spread wide atop the bed sheets and my fingers toying between my legs.

My sensitive clit was snug between my middle and ring finger, ready to make me burst.

Giggling because upon noticing the blue check mark that signaled to me that he had seen my little video message, I knew I was in deep shit.

Another thing I had definitely forgotten, was the manually and app-operated vibrator that rested snug inside my pussy.

Of course, I hadn’t forgotten that it was there necessarily, considering that every time I so much as breathed, the curved tip of the toy brushed right up against my sweet spot, making me moan softly every so often.

I could hear how wet I was, and the crude only served in making me that much more aroused.

My skin was hot to the touch, feeling tingly, as if every nerve ending before Damian even appeared.

My amusement was short lived as not 5 seconds later, the toy thrummed to life inside of me, causing my body to momentarily lock up as my mouth now hung open, the sudden pleasure trapping any tangible sound except a choked-off whimper and needy pants.

As a moan was finally ripped from my lips, a familiar deep chuckle flooded the bedroom.

“Why do you do this to yourself every time, nena?” Damian asked, his tone amused, his phone in his hand, and his brows raised halfway up to his hairline.

His face was openly playful, like the cat who caught the canary unaware as he watched me writhe and moan and pant, already feeling dangerously close to the edge.

“I don’t-… I cant- fuck!” I tried to come up with a smartassed reply now, but nothing came to mind as the pleasure ricocheted, the toy relentlessly buzzed against my sweet spot, making beads of sweet collect along my brow and on my neck, damn near every part of my body thrumming along with the vibrations of the toy.

My eyes stayed open for all 2 seconds, long enough to watch him slowly saunter into our bedroom, his brown eyes almost black as he came closer, hungrily licking his lips like a panther ready to pounce.

They closed again as Damian’s expert fingers danced teasingly along the insides of my thighs.

I whined desperately as his touch suddenly disappeared and my heartbeat picked up its pace as he moved from the edge of our bed to our closet, pulling out some of the secret compartments where we kept more toys.

Watching him grab a flogger and begin to twirl it slowly in his hands made me forget about wanting to cum momentarily.

My gaze focused on him, salivating at the way the flogger moved smoothly in his hand and the way his muscled arms flexed with each motion.

But I snapped out of it once he came back to the edge of the bed again.

“What’s your color?” Damian asked simply, trying to gauge if I was still up for what he had in store.

“Green.” I nodded and noticeably gulped at the sight of the anticipatory quirk of his lips.

He had chosen the one with the thickest tails and so I knew that it wasn’t going to hurt terribly, and yet my heart still skipped a nervous beat for what else he had in mind.

Damian ordered me to keep my legs spread, the toy still buzzing inside of me, and I jumped the first time the strands of the flogger landed along the insides of my thigh, dangerously close to my sensitive pussy.

“What’s the one thing I asked you to not to do while I was gone?” Damian asked, his tone now suddenly severe as I cried out only in slight pain as the tails of the flogger came into slight contact with my labia as he began to swing it closer and closer to my pussy.

My back arched as the flogger suddenly hit the toy, shifting it inside of me and nudging that much more against my sweet spot.

I nearly forgot that Damian had asked a question before I made myself remember.

“Uh… yo- you told me not to cum until you got back from being on tour- ungh, I’m sorry!!” I whimpered; my voice shaky as I bit my lip to the point of pain as the tails of the flogger momentarily zapped my clit.

Damian shook his head as he suddenly stopped his strikes with the flogger and flipped over in his hand, now using the handle of the flogger to tease my clit.

I cursed, groaning and whimpering from somewhere deep in my gut at the combined feeling of the toy zinging against my sweet spot and the firm handle of the flogger working the sensitive bud between my legs.

“You said that last time, princesa… I don’t know if I believe you.” Damian tsked, his voice still firm but his eyes gave away the fun he was having.

We both knew this was what I wanted.

What we both craved sometimes.

I craved to be tamed and put in my place and he craved to fulfill that for me...

“No, I- I am! I promise!” I keened, obediently keeping my hands on the sheets even as Damian settled himself between my legs, tossing the flogger to the side and replacing it with his mouth as his hands rubbed the spots on my thighs that were warmer due to the impact of the flogger.

His tongue swirled and swirled, and my stomach tightened and tightened.

 My breath quickened as I once again came dangerously close to cumming, but I let out a groan of disappointment as Damian stopped.

“Nooo. Don’t stop, please!” I begged.

Damian smirked at the desperation in my voice, surely using his powers to dive into my mind and hearing me cuss him out.

And he reached for his phone that he had set on the bedside table, but at this point, I didn’t know if I was grateful or pissed off that the buzzing against my sweet spot abruptly stopped.

I wanted to obey but I was desperate to cum.

“What number am I thinking of? 1-10.”

Oh no...

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach as soon as the question left Damian’s lips, now knowing what he planned on doing.

The toy’s settings went up to 11.

If I guessed wrong, the toy would be set on the next highest setting.

“A-are you sure you have time for that?” I replied, my jaw trembled, and my teeth chattered as the need for release increasingly became too much.

“I could get to the next town in about two seconds if I wanted to. But you know that, don’t you, baby?” Damian purred, knowing I just wanted to move things along.

“In the meantime, why don’t I-… we,” he amended, chuckling to himself. “-have some fun… pick a number, princesita.” He said in a condescending tone.

His tongue rested on one of his gleaming fangs that sprung out before I could blink, that look of hungry desire never leaving his dark eyes.

I was quickly finding out that his motto wasn’t just ‘If they wanted to, they would’…

It was also ‘fuck around and find out’…

Next Chapter

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hey 🩷 i just moved to a dorm since my uni is in another city and i’m a little bit down cause i miss my cats and dog (and my home in general) 😭😭😭😭

so can i request a mark fic where he’s your roommate, he notices you’re kinda sad and tries to cheer you up?? 🥺 it’d be pretty awkward cause mark and reader are two strangers but it works and makes them closer 😞

maybe i can romanticize my stay here lmao

Make your day ₊ ⊹☼

Mark Lee x Male Reader

There are still unpacked boxes that litter your half of the room. They’re halfway open—a sign that you had started to unpack only to give up after not finding your new bedsheets. You glare at the cardboard from the bare mattress that you lay on—curled up into the smallest shape you could accomplish while still being comfortable. There are too many emotions that sit heavy on your chest, the more prominent one being anger.

Angry at your family for leaving you to fend for yourself in this dorm room—angry at how you packed the boxes with no particular order—angry at your roommate who has yet to show their face.

It makes you uneasy. The bare wall on their half of the room. The bare mattress that mirrors yours, only a few feet away. It wasn’t that your side was any better—still just as bare with nothing but boxes to decorate your side of the flooring. It was that there was no one to inhabit it yet.

You don’t know how long it had been since you closed your eyes, but when you came to you could hear another voice in the room. It was quiet—cautious almost—as they paced back and forth from the door and halfway into the room. You kept your eyes closed, making sure to keep your breathing even as the discomfort of your position finally settled in.

“I have to go, Johnny, I don’t want to be loud and wake my roommate up. It’d be such an asshole move.” He’s trying his hardest to whisper, to bring the phone close enough to his mouth where he barely speaks audibly but he fails. His voice still carries its way to your ears as you stir. “Dude you should’ve seen how he was sleeping—all scrunched up like a baby. I couldn’t tell if it was comfortable or not.” You scrunch your face up in embarrassment, finally feeling the blanket that was covering your body. It’s hesitant—almost as if it was floating above you rather than keeping you warm. “I’m not taking a picture that’s creepy. Byeeee I’ll text you.”

It’s not your blanket.

You can tell that much by the way it smells. Unfamiliar—but comforting.

You finally open your eyes, blinking several times to get well accustomed to the overhead lighting. You can see him from where you lay your head. He’s standing with his hand on top of the dorm’s desk, balancing himself while he scrolls endlessly on his phone. He’s unaware of your (e/c) eyes watching him—maybe it’s better that way. It lets you take him in on your own time. Study how he moves without it being weird. New people always made you nervous but your first impression of him was hard to describe. He sounded nice—an interesting tone to his voice as he elongated his words with whoever he was on the phone with.

He moves his gaze from his phone to you. The sudden eye contact startles you. His eyes are wide—curious—as they move back and forth from you to his screen. He decides to put his phone away, giving you his full attention. This makes you sit up, fully alert as you let the blanket cover your legs.

“I didn’t know if you wanted to be woken up—or if you had any blankets in your boxes but I didn’t want to rummage through your stuff so I just gave you one of mine. I hope you don’t mind, I don’t want you to think I’m weird—haha—but I didn’t want to leave you cold or anything. Sorry.” He scratches the back of his neck, pulling at the cross necklace that sits high on his collarbones. “I’m Mark.”

Mark.

“I’m (Y/n). And I really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to fall asleep—but here’s to my first nap in this dorm room I guess.” You hear Mark chuckle, a smile making its way to your lips when you hear it. It’s an unusual start, not your typical meeting with someone you’ll be living with for the next chapter of your life but it makes it worthwhile.

“I can help you unpack if you want, get settled in. I love that kind of stuff.” He’s lying. Mark noticed how all of your boxes were open—rummaged through halfway before you decided to give up since everything reminded you of home. Some of the stuff still had a few pieces of your pets’ fur and although Mark didn’t pick up on some of it, he was still very perceptive. He knew just exactly what you were going through while you sat with your shoulders slumped, still gripping his blanket on your lap. “I also brought some snacks, if you want to share. They’re going to be in the bottom drawer next to the desk. My parents send me a few things in bulk every now and then. They take their Costco membership very serious.”

You stare at him in awe, unable to hide your admiration for this complete stranger. But you don’t care. Mark was one of those people that made you feel like you’ve known him forever. He provided a sense of comfort you didn’t know you could feel away from home.

“I’d like that a lot, Mark. You’re already a lot better than the friends I have.” You manage to get another laugh out of him, his nose scrunching up with the rest of his face as he’s unable to contain himself.

Cute.

#hi :( Im sorry you’re feeling homesick. this was sent in a few days ago I hope you’re getting well adjusted now 🤕 #i hope this cheers you up 😽🫶 #love you #mark lee #mark nct #nct #nct u #nct dream #nct 127 #mark x male reader #nct x male reader #nct u x male reader #nct dream x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #x male reader #x male reader insert #<3

[meguemii]

Hardly Friends.

03. When he Proves That to me.

Pairings- Megumi x Reader, Slight Nobara x Yuji (mostly platonic)

Synopsis- Megumi and Y/N used to be inseparable as children and just started drifting apart when they start high school they meet again in college. But you are roommates with each others best friends. Nobara drags Y/N to a party one night without knowing Yuji had asked Megumi too, they start their journey to regain their lost friendship on a two week trip.

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1 night. 1 singular night you had left to sleep in your oh so comfortable bed, and private space. Maki said she’d look after Mochi, your cat although Yuji says it’s the shared cat. Everything packed and ready to go, check. The house would be looked after, check. Mochi has her favourite treats fully stocked, check. Everything seemed to be in order and all was good.

You and Yuji had decided to go out for dinner so there wasn’t a mess left in the kitchen before it would be left for two weeks. “Let’s get rice bowls” Yuji suggested, “I’d rather we get thai food” there was a little back and forth until it was decided on Sushi. Getting a booth and sitting down Yuji wasted no time in asking the long dreaded question. “Are you and Megumi going to be able to get along on this trip?”. God this whole thing was so annoying. Why couldn’t the two of you just get along with each other? One day it’s awful tension that sticks to the air and suffocates everyone else around, or the conversation just flows and everything is good. Would you have to worry about this on and off bullshit the whole two weeks? “I don’t know Yuu, I’ll be civil with him” pausing to think about what should be said next not to start an argument. “I honestly just want things to go back to how they used to be, but he’s so stand off-ish with me, and it feels like it’s only me”. Yuji smiled brightly, “You know he wants to go back to how things used to be as too.”

Shocked would be an understatement to the reaction stuck on your face. He didn’t wanna be a jerk anymore? He wanted to go back to being inseparable? Was Yuji lying to get you to try harder to be civil with him? That’s the most logical reason, different thoughts raced through your mind but you stuck with that conclusion. “I’ll believe it when he proves that to me.” The conversation was dropped after that.

-

Loud knocks against your bedroom door awoke you from your slumber as a chirpy Nobara opened it. Forgetting Yuji had given her a key to the apartment you freaked out. “What the hell are you doing in here?! What time is it?” Still half asleep and slurring words, eyes starting to focus on her. “Get up and get ready, we have 15 minutes before we have to leave for the airport.” As quick as she entered the room she left, probably to raid the fridge for a quick snack. Sitting up and wiping the drool from your mouth, instinctively grabbing the phone from its charger to check the time. 4:05am. Perfect because of course the flight had to be this early in the morning. The flight wouldn’t be that long, an hour and a half at most you could dress cute or like a total bum. The thought of being someone’s airport crush urged you to put a cute outfit on.

You slammed yours and Yuji’s luggage into the trunk of Nobara’s car, “Do we have everything? Are you forgetting anything Yuji?” asking for the third time since everything started getting loaded in the car. You could practically see the lightbulb go off above his head as he took off back inside shouting a quick “one minute!” Sighing you seated yourself in the car quietly, looking to the front Nobara scrolling on her phone and Megumi peacefully slept in the passenger seat. He looked like a nice guy for once in his life when he wasn’t frowning or scowling at you. One of his eyes shot open as the other car door opened in the backseat, and of course he caught you staring and made a remark about it which pissed you off. Looking to Yuji he had a goddam neck pillow. He could NOT forget his neck pillow and now you were running 5 minutes behind schedule.

“I am not waiting any longer so if you forgot something you’ll have to do without” Nobara said sternly as she whipped out of the parking garage earning a “yes ma’am” from everyone.

-

“Why did we have to be here 2 hours early?” Both you and Yuji groaned. “Deal with it” Megumi mumbled. Great, that’s the second time he’s been a jerk and it’s only 5:15am. Your flight didn’t leave until 7:30am, although the four of everyone were pretty far back in security. Remembering you hadn’t eaten wondering when your stomach would start begging for something to eat and on que it did. “Does anyone wanna get something to eat?” looking around Yuji shook his head and Nobara said she’d hold everyone’s spot in line since he had in fact had something back at the apartment. That left Megumi, who would have been your last pick anyways especially after the comments he’s already made today.

“Yeah sure, I’ll go” He says as he handed his stuff to Yuji and walked towards all the airport fast food restaurants. Browsing in awkward silence Megumi finally spotted a cafe asking if you were cool with grabbing food there. Walking out with three iced coffees and one black coffee as well as some breakfast pastries, you were satisfied. “Did Nobara tell you much about where we’re staying or anything?”. “No not much, just that we’re going to Osaka” he nodded as acknowledgment. So weird.

By time you both had gotten back to the airport security Nobara and Yuji were waving for you to hurry up as they were close to being next in line. Rushing over and handing everyone there belonging items, everything went over smoothly and it was almost time to board the plane.

Yuji and Nobara were talking amongst each other as Megumi just scrolled through his phone double tapping it occasionally. Nothing to eventful, just the sound of families arguing, snoring and flights being announced. Finally it was your flight that was called to board, excitedly everyone picked up there stuff and was off. “Guys wait, one air port selfie! please!” the only person not to say no was Yuji, of course.

A window seat, the best seat and it was all yours. Nobara made her way into her seat and slumped down. “I think the flight attendant is checking tickets” Nobara said pointing down the isle, reaching over her to see. The flight attendent was indeed checking tickets, Nobara quickly handed everyone’s tickets out. Yuji and Megumi were sat behind you.

The flight attendant finally reached Megumi’s and Yuji’s seats reading off her clip board “Yuji Itadori and Nobara Kugisaki?” the flight attendant looked up as she eyed them down, Nobara was clearly a feminine name and neither of them were a girl. Yuji shot his hand up “I’m Itadori! But that isn’t Nobara.” Nobara turned around to butt into the conversation. “I’m Nobara Kugisaki but we’re travelling together, I thought it would be okay if Megumi and I switched seats?”

“Well it’s not. You need to switch back. immediately.” She puffed her chest out in pride like she actually did something and walked off to continue her check.

…Man. Why were you always getting out into awkward situations with Megumi?

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okay guys. you and megumi are getting somewhere and yuji literally told you that megumi wants to go back to how things were when you were best friends stuck at the hip. Yuji lyin’ or is megumi not a hateful jerk?😓 chapter four should be out soon, i be workin and shi🤭 Also next chapter will just be small filler (i’m sorry don’t hate me. i just need to get these parts over and done with so we can move onto the actual story!!

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[misc-obeyme]

my dear loyal cohorts and author of many good scripts

the illness consumes me once again and i must beg for your ideas on how these scandalous deamons would comfort a particularly ill MC

i blame going to UC to get my fainting problem checked out for the illness ive received. why are masks not required in the hospital.

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Hello there, dear 🐈‍⬛ anon!

Ahh, I hope you get well soon! Being sick is the worst. And truly, I wish I knew why masks are no longer required in hospitals because they should be.

As for the boys, I can't help imagining them having some kind of group meeting about it.

Asmo: MC is sick! We have to do everything we can to make them feel better soon!

Lucifer: Perhaps if you all leave them alone for once...

Beel: We should give them soup.

Belphie: We should make sure they sleep enough.

Satan: Did you know that a cat's purr has healing properties?

Levi: So does the Ruri Hana theme song!

Mammon: Nah, I'm actually with Lucifer on this one... nobody but me is allowed near MC's room!

Aaaand then it devolves into arguing. But once they get their act together, I think they'd overcome their differences of opinion in order to take care of you, each in their own way. I also like to think the side characters might step in to help, too.

Lucifer would check in on you when he's sure you'll be asleep. He doesn't want to disturb you, but he wants to make sure you're resting and not being bothered by his brothers. He'll glare down any of them that get too noisy near your room. Leaves random things by your bedside that he thinks you'll need (such as a box of tissues or a glass of water).

Mammon gets clingy as usual. He's the one who's always sitting by your bed. Almost every time you wake up, you find him there. Sometimes he's scrolling on his phone, sometimes he's just watching you, and sometimes he's straight up fallen asleep. Always asks you if you need anything. If you do suggest something, he goes out long enough to get one of his brothers to fetch it.

Levi brings you things to do while you're in bed. Piles of manga, all with your favorite kind of story. Video games, anime, anything to help keep your mind off the fact that you're bedridden. If you let him, he'll sit by your bed and give you summaries of the animes he's been watching lately.

Satan reads to you. If you request something specific, he'll read whatever you like, but he also knows your preferences so you can let him choose if you want. He might also try to sneak a cat in for the express purpose of using its healing purrs, but if he can't manage it, he'll have you watch cat videos instead.

Asmo obviously pampers you. Does your nails, your hair, probably gives you healing facials and the like. If he's there while Mammon is, the two of them banter back and forth, partly because it's them and that's their natural state, but partly on purpose to entertain you. Asmo will also bring you all the softest of pajamas.

Beel actually does bring you soup. He got help from Barbatos to make it - straight up brings you the most human world healthy soup he can, which varies depending on where you're from. If you're from the US for instance, he's gonna bring you chicken noodle soup. He ate half of it on the way to your room, but it's the thought that counts.

Belphie helps you sleep. When you're finding it difficult to rest because you feel like crap, he will snuggle up with you and ease your body enough that you find yourself drifting off into peaceful slumber. He will stay to keep any bad dreams at bay, too.

Diavolo will stop by the House of Lamentation to check on you. When he does, everyone leaves the two of you alone. He's quick to tell you not to worry about your responsibilities. It's more important that you focus on getting better.

Barbatos regularly portals himself to your side just to bring you healing teas and decent food. He doesn't trust the brothers to feed you correctly while you're ill, so he takes it upon himself to bring you what he knows you need. He will sit on the edge of the bed by your side and chat with you about what's going on at RAD and various other places, to keep your mind off of your sickness and help you feel like you aren't missing out. He also brings you fresh flowers to keep your spirits up.

Simeon also comes by regularly to tell you stories. Some of them he makes up on the spot, which are always fascinating and leave you hanging on every word. But sometimes he tells you stories about the Celestial Realm. If you ask him about the brothers, he'll tell you all kinds of anecdotes from when they were angels.

Luke sometimes comes with Simeon, too, and always with boxes of some kind of treat he's made for you. Another one who will likely bring you flowers or sometimes just things he's found that remind him of you or that he thinks you'll like. He's worried that you're stuck in bed and wants to bring some of the outside world to you while you're sick.

Solomon probably brings you some potions to help speed your recovery. He's not sure about how well any of them work, so you get to decide if you test them out or not. Either way, he's going to entertain you with some spells, especially if there happens to be a brother in your room when he visits. (For instance, he would probably curse Mammon to meow for a few hours just to make you laugh.)

Oops that turned into a mini headcanon thing, huh? Well it's not my usual format, but I just think they'd all have cute little unique things that they would do in order to take care of you.

Anyway, I wish you a speedy recovery, 🐈‍⬛ anon! And I hope whatever issues brought you to the hospital to begin with are resolved as well!

#author of many good scripts sounds like such a prestigious title #I feel unworthy lol #kinda getting back into the swing of writing though #except that I'm kind of all over the place with that lately #oops rambling in the tags again sorry #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon #left out the newbies this time too #🐈‍⬛ anon #misc answers

[nanowrimo]

5 Tips for Completing Your NaNoWriMo Novel Draft

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Freewrite, a 2022 NaNoWriMo sponsor, is a dedicated drafting device designed just for writers, free of distractions. Today, comedian/writer Natalie Kim and Freewrite staff member Colin Butts share a few tips for helping you reach the end of your first draft this November:

Hello from Freewrite!  We’re thrilled to be taking part in the 2022 NaNoWriMo challenge. If you’re unfamiliar, we make dedicated drafting devices for writers without the distraction—or temptation—of browsers, email, apps, or notifications so you can get into and stay in writing flow. When it is time to edit, your drafts seamlessly sync with the cloud for export into Scrivener, Final Draft, Word, Google Docs, or your software of choice.

At the core of Freewrite’s design philosophy is an encouragement to move you forward. Intentionally lacking editing capabilities, Freewrite drafting devices help writers write more, not better. In this case, quantity trumps quality.

Ok, enough about Freewrite. How about insight from 2020 NaNoWriMo participant Natalie Kim about her experience drafting her project and what tips she has for you going in:

1. Make it a ritual

For NaNoWriMo in November 2020 I committed to writing after dinner, no matter what. Once my butt sank into our cat-scratched chair, my fingers immediately danced across my Freewrite keyboard and did not stop until I hit 1000 words. A car filled with clowns could have crashed into my living room and I would continue typing.

Also, there is no question that writing on the Freewrite helped me reach 50,000+ words. Had I used my laptop to write I would have 50+ browser tabs open, searching for “JUST ONE MORE THING”.

With the Freewrite it was just me and the words.

2. Always move forward

I remember the advice an instructor in a graduate film writing class said about the first draft. He said: “Never go back and edit your first draft while you are writing it. Always move forward”. I followed his advice and I did not read what I had written. I gave it the cold shoulder and moved on.

3. Guard your mind from the noise

Try an experiment during NaNoWriMo: Refrain from consuming media like podcasts, episodic shows or mindlessly scrolling social media on your phone. 

And before you throw your sneaker at me, hear me out.

Your mind is a valuable resource that must be protected from the mediocre din of every day society. You never know where your next precious idea will appear: walking back from the coffee shop, loading the dishwasher or driving back from the mechanic. Our greatest ideas emerge when we have a clear mind; free from other people’s ideas and voices. 

4. When you’ve reached 50,000 words

In Stephen King’s book, On Writing, King says that when you finish the first rough draft you need distance from it. King believes that if you read the first draft too soon you will be tempted to tinker with it. You might think it is harmless to tinker but it ultimately results in your work looking become a loaf of bread vivisected by a toddler: a doughy, crumbly mess.

Instead give the rough draft some breathing space. Then come back to it.

5. In conclusion

Please do feel free to use the helpful advice and throw out the rest. Go forth with confidence and be steadfast with your writing. 

50,000 words, here you come!

Warmly,

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[partypoisonzz]

i'll be your detonator (frank iero x reader smut)

Kinktober Day 6: Sex Toys/Public Sex

Era: Danger Days (2010)

Reader Pronouns: She/her

Content:

- Antics with a remote controlled vibrator

- Overstimulation

- Praise kink

- More domestic bliss because I can't stop myself

Word Count: 3,799

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

-

It starts long before the show even begins.

"Hey, babe." You step into the hotel room after your morning shower, clad only in your bra and panties.

Frank looks up from his phone, only for his eyes to go wide at the sight of you. "Well. Good morning to me."

You laugh. "Don't get excited," you tell him. "I have all intentions of getting dressed. But first..." You turn a slow circle at the foot of the bed. "These are new. You like them?"

You feel his eyes raking over your body, taking in the lacy bra and panties. He's practically salivating. "Fuck yeah, I do."

You can't help but laugh. That's the exact response that you expected from your husband. "I thought you would."

Frank lets out a surprised yelp as you climb into his lap. "H-hey," he stammers. "I thought you said you were getting dressed?"

"I'm going to," you reply easily as you straddle his hips. "But first..."

You push him down against the bed, inspiring a quiet groan to climb up his throat. You grin down at him. Christ, he's easy.

He stares up at you, hazel eyes clouded with lust. Still, he attempts to argue. "Babe," he starts. "The guys are expecting us to be at breakfast in fifteen minutes. I don't think..."

You reach down, swiping his cell phone from where it fell out of his hand.

He looks up at you quizzically as your fingers tap against the screen. "What are you..."

"You'll see."

As soon as the app finishes downloading, you open it and shove the phone back into Frank's hand. "Here."

He squints at the screen. "Vibration intensity?" he reads aloud. "What is..."

Suddenly, the realization seems to dawn. His eyes go wide. "Oh," he says. "Holy shit. Is this..."

"Mmm-hmm." You lean in to kiss him before pulling away to whisper in his ear. "I bought it before the tour started. Figured now would be just as good a time as any to test it out."

"Fuck," he mutters. "So you mean, you've got it, like... on you, right now?"

You chuckle. "Turns out those little fabric pouches in my underwear are actually good for something."

He nearly drops his phone as he scrolls through the app's menu, hands trembling slightly with excitement. "It's Bluetooth, right? So, if I pair it with my phone..."

"You can control it," you finish.

"Like this?"

Before you even fully register what's happening, you feel the unmistakable sensation of harsh vibrations against your pussy.

"Fuck," you curse. "Yeah, yeah. Like that."

Frank grins like the cat who caught the canary as he presses the button again, causing the vibrations to cease.

You huff out a shaky breath. "Don't turn it on high immediately, Frank, Jesus Christ," you chastise him. "Are you trying to kill me?"

He giggles. "Hey, you gave me the controls." He presses another kiss to your lips before nudging you. "Now, come on and get dressed. We can continue this at breakfast."

-

He makes good on that promise.

As soon as you sit down at the table in the hotel dining room, plate filled with various items from the continental breakfast bar, you feel a telltale buzzing sensation. Mercifully, it's a lot gentler that the setting that Frank put it on earlier, but you know that it won't stay that way for long.

You look up across the table, catching Frank's eye. He smiles sweetly at you before returning his attention to his food.

And, by the feel of it, his phone, which he must be holding under the table.

You struggle not to react as the pleasure builds up within you. You attempt to focus on anything else, — your food, the sun shining through the window, the back-and-forth conversation that the men around the table are currently engaged in.

"That shit that you did to me the other night was not cool, man," Ray says, casting a disdainful look in Frank's direction.

"What?" Frank asks, feigning innocence in more ways than one as he eats his fruit salad.

"The Criss Angel thing!" Ray replies.

Frank shrugs, popping a strawberry into his mouth. "That guy looked just like him."

"I mean, yeah, he did," Ray agrees. "But it wasn't actually him. And, even if it was, that gave you no right to steal my beer while I was distracted."

"It was fuckin' hilarious, though," Gerard chimes in.

Ray frowns, arms crossed over his chest. "It was the second time he did that to me in one night."

Frank shrugs. "At that point, it's on you for falling for it again."

Ray rolls his eyes. "Nice." He looks over at Mikey. "You gonna back me up on this?"

Mikey appears to think for a moment before sipping his coffee nonchalantly. "It was kind of funny."

"Great." Ray throws up his hands. "It's me. I'm the scapegoat of the band. This is wonderful news..."

The vibration intensity goes up again as you reach for your own mug. You gasp, unwittingly grabbing onto the edge of the table.

Ray gives you a look of concern. "You okay?" he asks.

The vibrations ease off, going back to the low setting that you had started with. You can feel Frank's eyes on you, urging you to explain it all away.

"Fine," you manage, face burning. "I've just got... a cramp. In my leg." You chuckle awkwardly, attempting to act as though you can't feel your fucking pulse between your thighs. "Riding around in the bus made me stiff, I guess."

"I've got some Advil," Gerard says. "I can go back to my room and get it, if you need..."

"No, no." You attempt to relax, releasing your hold on the edge of the table. "I'll be fine. Just gotta... walk it off."

"Alright, then. Suit yourself." Gerard returns his attention to sawing his pancakes into bite-sized pieces.

Once everyone else at the table seems to be focused on something other than you, you look up at Frank. You cast him a warning glare as you reach for your mug once again, lifting it up to your lips with trembling hands.

-

The bus ride to the venue is absolutely hellish. Frank sits next to you, chatting with the other guys and casting occasional glances down at his phone.

Your eyes follow his, watching helplessly as he ups the setting. You can't exactly argue with him, nor can you react the way that you want to as the vibrator hums against you. You just bite your tongue and tense your thighs, trying with every bit of you to be quiet and act natural.

Maybe this was a bad idea, you think for a moment, just before another wave of pleasure courses through you, causing you to stifle a moan.

Frank giggles next to you before threading his fingers through yours. He squeezes your hand lightly, so gentle as he threatens to make you fall apart.

Nevermind, you decide. This was a great idea. Maybe one of the best ideas I've ever had.

-

By the time you arrive at the venue for soundcheck, you're starting to question your judgement again.

You sit off to the side as the band rehearses their set, stopping occasionally to go back and forth about tuning and mic volume.

You try your damnedest to keep your cool, but that's not exactly easy when you have to listen to Gerard bitching while you daydream about sneaking off to the bathroom and getting yourself off.

"No," he says. "A little louder... Shit, that still doesn't sound right..."

You wonder if you can be a little louder as you watch Frank pick his phone up off the amp and tap the screen.

The vibrations kick up again on high intensity. Frank smirks at you before running through the riff he had been playing again, and fuck. Fuck.

You clap a hand over your mouth, letting out a high-pitched sound as your thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably. You bite down on your hand as you ride out your orgasm.

A panicked feeling runs through you as the sensation begins to die down. You drop your hand back into your lap, looking around to see if anyone noticed.

Luckily, you find that everyone is still thoroughly involved in the microphone debacle.

Everyone except for Frank, that is.

He looks up at you and smiles before picking his phone back up and turning the vibrator off.

-

Gerard stomps across the room. His foul mood from the rocky soundcheck is quite apparent. "I'm going to get lunch," he declares. Even those benign words have a definite edge to them. "Chinese food. What does everybody want?"

You mutter your usual order to him, struggling to keep your own cool as much as you desperately wished he would keep his.

"I'll do that thing with the beef and broccoli," Ray calls from across the room, returning his guitar to its case.

"Oh, yeah. Real specific," Gerard says. "It's not like you just described half the menu or anything..."

"I don't know!" Ray snaps. "It really doesn't matter much to me, man. I'm hungry, and my head hurts, and I've had to piss since we started playing..."

"Go then," Gerard shoots back. "I'll bring you back... something."

"Preferably beef and broccoli!" Ray shouts just before the bathroom door slams behind him.

Gerard rolls his eyes before looking over at Mikey. "What do you want, Mikes?"

Mikey seems to think for a moment. "I dunno," he admits sheepishly. "Could I go with you? Look at the menu?"

Gerard sighs. "Yeah. I guess." Finally, he turns his attention to Frank, who just settled next to you on the sofa.

"What about you, Frank?" he asks. "You want vegetable chow mein, or do you want to make things more complicated than they already are?"

"Veggie chow mein is good with me." Frank loops his arm around you, pulling you close to him. You eye the phone in his lap like a loaded gun.

"Good," Gerard replies. "Come on, Mikey."

With that, the two of them walk out of the room, leaving you and Frank alone for the time being.

As soon as he knows the coast is clear, Frank leans in to murmur in your ear. "You came earlier, didn't you?" he asks, his hand brushing lazily over your thigh.

You stiffen, sucking in a shaking breath.

He chuckles. "I know that you did. I saw you, when we were rehearsing "House of Wolves." You had your hand over your mouth and everything. Would've loved to hear you scream." His hand climbs higher again. You moan softly.

"So desperate," he remarks. "You're lucky nobody else saw you, hmm? Lucky everybody was distracted." His hand falls away from your thigh, only to dip into the waistband of your pants.

You gasp at the feeling of his fingers moving against you, hips shifting against his hand. More than anything, you want him to finger you, get you off again quickly before anyone else gets back. Take a bit of the edge off.

"Shh," Frank hisses. "Hold still for me. Lemme see what a mess you made."

You turn your face to rest against his shoulder, shuddering out another low moan as his fingers slip between your folds.

You lift your head when he pulls his hand back, releasing a low groan. "Christ, honey," he says. "Look at this."

Your eyes widen as they fall on his fingers. They're... Fuck, they're so wet that they fucking shine.

You simply whine in response.

"So fucking wet for me," he continues. "Came for me before I could even touch you, and you're already desperate for more."

Without warning, he opens his mouth and plunges the two fingers that were just in your panties inside. You watch him, feeling your heart racing and your face burning. And yourself getting wetter, if that's even possible.

You startle at the sound of footsteps. "What are you doing?" Ray demands, eyeing Frank with a look of confusion that you hope never turns into understanding.

Frank pulls his fingers back, cool as a cucumber. "They were bleeding," he says easily. "Fucked 'em up while I was playing."

Ray hums before taking a seat next to his guitar case and pulling out his phone.

With a shaky sigh of relief, you bury your burning face in Frank's shoulder again. "I hate you," you grumble.

You feel the rumble of his laugh against your cheek. "No, you don't," he argues before planting a kiss against your forehead.

-

The show is at once an enormous relief and a small taste of hell.

Of course, Frank can't fuck around with the vibrator, as he continued to do after lunch and throughout the rest of the afternoon, while he's on stage, playing for a couple thousand people. Still, you have to sit in your damp panties, feeling the idle toy press against you.

And you have to watch him perform.

Despite the manner in which soundcheck crashed and burned, it's shaping up to be an excellent show, — the perfect way to finish up the current leg of the tour, you think. Everyone is so perfectly in their element, but Frank...

God. Frank.

He is so fucking pretty, leaning into the microphone, harmonizing with Gerard and Ray as his fingers dance along the fretboard of his guitar.

You focus intently on those fingers. The same ones that he touched you with earlier. The same ones that he sucked your juices off of while looking you in the eye.

The fingers that you hope will be shoved deep inside of you later.

You close your eyes, leaning back in your seat.

Just a few more songs, you tell yourself. And then I'll have him all to myself until the next leg starts.

-

Except that technically isn't true. You had no idea that the band had an afterparty planned to celebrate the end of the leg. It shouldn't surprise you, but it does.

As it would turn out, management rented out the club for a few hours after the show ended. As soon as the crowd dwindles out, the doors are locked, and the rest of the night begins.

You sit stiffly off to the side as everyone celebrates, ordering drinks and making small talk.

"Great show, everybody." Ray envelopes Gerard, Mikey, and Frank each in a hug before stopping in front of you. You don't exactly know why he's hugging you when you had nothing to do with the show's success, — maybe just because you're sitting next to Frank, — but you hug him back anyway.

As soon as he walks away, you look over at Frank, who is squished next to you in the booth. He types something into his phone, stopping intermittently to sip his beer.

Once he catches you looking, he turns his screen away from you.

You frown. "What're you doing?" you shout over the music playing in the background.

"Texting Shaun," he replies.

And maybe, at one point, he was texting Shaun. But the intense vibrations that begin a few seconds later tell you that he had a reason to hide his screen.

You gasp, gripping the tabletop.

The waves build up quickly inside of you. You don't know how many times you've already come today. You feel weak, feverish. You tremble, knuckles going white around the edge of the table. "Frank..."

"Shh." Frank reaches for your hands, pulling you away from the table before reaching out to wrap you in his arms. You bury your face in his shirt, allowing your shaking moan to be muffled by the fabric.

To anyone else, the two of you would just look like any standard couple, sharing an embrace after a show. As it would happen, though, you feel like you are completely crumbling in his grip.

"Try and keep your composure, baby," he mutters to you. "We are in public, after all. Wouldn't want anyone to see you like this, would we?"

"Frank," you sob again into his shirt.

"You gonna come again?" he asks. "Do it. Come in front of all these people. In front of Gerard, Mikey, Ray. In front of the tour manager and all the roadies. They'll have no fucking clue."

You hold onto him tighter as you come, your entire body shaking in his arms.

"That's it," he coaxes you. "Oh, fuck, baby. So fucking good for me."

You go limp against him.

"There we go." Frank releases you, pulling back to turn off the vibrator. He stops just before leaning in for a kiss, frowning as he notes your mascara-streaked cheeks.

"Shit, sweetheart." He holds your face in his hands, swiping your tears away with his thumbs. "Are you alright? Why're you crying?"

You swallow, overwhelmed with the maddening desperation that's been building inside of you all day. "Need you to fuck me," you manage. "Please, Frank. Need you..."

"Okay." He presses a kiss to your forehead before grabbing your hand, pulling you out of the booth. "I'll take care of you. C'mon."

-

As soon as the bathroom door locks behind you, Frank sinks to his knees.

"Alright," he breathes as he begins to undo the buttons on your jeans. Once you've kicked your pants and panties aside, he looks up at you.

"Legs over my shoulders," he beckons you. "C'mon."

Shakily, you allow him to help you position yourself. Your back is pressed against the stall door, and your legs are already shaking. You feel unsteady, but Frank's arm wrapped around your waist gives you the illusion of just a little more security.

"There we go," he says.

His fingers ghost between your legs again. You tense in anticipation.

"Gonna lick this sweet little pussy," he mumbles. "Gonna leave you completely fucked out."

"Please," you murmur. "Please, Frank. I need—" Your pleas are cut short by a broken moan as his tongue dips between your folds, licking all the way up to your clit.

After ten years together, Frank has eating you out down to a science. He does everything that drives you insane without even having to think about it.

You gasp as his tongue dips inside of you, reaching down to yank at his long black hair. He moans against you, sending a completely different type of vibration through your core.

After a few minutes, you feel yourself approaching the edge again.

"Frank." Your voice is rough as you throw your head back, narrowly avoiding making contact with the bathroom door. "Frank, I'm gonna... gonna come again."

He doesn't pull away to give you any verbal encouragement. Instead, he digs his fingers hard into your hips and speeds up the movements of his tongue.

Your legs tighten around him as you shudder, coming hard against his mouth. He keeps licking until you go completely motionless, still whimpering his name. "Frank..."

"Shh. I've got you." He keeps his arms wrapped your waist, lowering you to the ground momentarily as he stands up. As soon as he's upright, he helps you wrap your legs around his waist, still holding you in place. "There." He leans in, kissing you deeply before leaning in to whisper in your ear. "Want me to fuck you, baby?" he asks. "Finally fill you up after you've waited for it all day?"

"Please," you beg. "Please fuck me."

"Okay, sweetheart. Okay." He keeps you pinned against the door as he undoes his belt, yanking down his pants. He positions your legs around him again, lining himself up with your entrance.

"So fucking pretty," he mutters before pushing into you.

He muffles your cries with his mouth, setting a quick, punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as he drives into you.

"Feels so good, baby, Jesus Christ." He pulls back, nuzzling your shoulder as he keeps up his pace.

As he hits that familiar spot deep inside of you, you feel yourself beginning to unravel completely. This is different than the other orgasms that you've had today. The sensation magnifies and magnifies, slowly washing over you until it almost feels like too much.

"Frank... Frankie..." you whine. "It's so much... I don't..."

With a groan, he halts completely. He meets your eyes, his hand lovingly brushing against your back. "Do you wanna stop?" he asks.

You shake your head.

"Okay," he says. "Remember your colors, baby. If anything changes, let me know."

Then he's kissing your neck as he begins to move again.

"So good for me," he says in between teasing nips against your skin. "My good girl, taking me so well. Oh, fuck."

His hips stutter, causing him to drive into you extra hard as your walls begin to spasm. He comes deep inside of you as you squeeze around him, the sound of his deep groan mixing in with your breathy cry.

As soon as the pleasure begins to die down, you melt into his arms, finally sated. Despite the feeling of relief washing over you, you're still shaking.

Frank holds you tighter, pressing kisses all over your face. "That's my girl. So good for me." He pulls out slowly before helping you ease yourself back down to the ground.

He reaches for a paper towel, wiping at the inside of your thighs. "Best I can do, for now."

He reaches for your underwear and jeans first, helping you redress. Once both of you have your clothes back on, he gives you a sly smile.

"So, if you had to guess, how many times did you come today?"

You laugh shakily. "I think that was number ten."

He chuckles incredulously. "Ten? Holy shit!"

He pulls you to your feet and throws his arms around your shoulders, leading you out of the stall. "C'mon," he says. "I'm taking you back to rest. God knows, you need it."

-

On the way out of the club, Frank mumbles something to Ray about your leg acting up again before explaining that he's taking you back to the bus.

As soon as you reach the bus, the two of you change into your pajamas and climb into his bunk.

He crawls in first, wrapping himself around you as soon as you settle in. "Love you," he murmurs into your neck.

You smile as your eyes flutter shut. "Love you, too." You relish his familiar warmth, knowing that, as long as you're wherever he is, you're home.

Still, you find it imperative to mention: "Come tomorrow, we'll be back in Jersey."

He chuckles. "Yeah," he says. "Then I can try that vibrator on you again within the comfort of our own home, and you can make all kinds of noise."

You laugh, halfheartedly swatting at him. "Give me a fucking break."

Deep down, you know that a break is the last thing that you want from him.

-

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[morvantmortuary]

I hope the people I already sent this to don’t mind if I talk about it here, but I’ve been thinking about it the past couple days and it’s been bringing me joy 🖤

so the other day I was scrolling through pinterest (man there’s like. a couple people I haven’t introduced on this blog who just exist as pinterest boards rn. need to get on that) and I found this screengrab:

and I mentioned to some friends that like, Maxi would consider this in red or black first and foremost, but he would definitely be absolutely enchanted with the idea of wearing this silhouette to y’all’s wedding (non-church affiliated TM).

like I imagined you’d be scrolling through your own wedding ideas on insta or pinterest or, god, even here, and though initially you were just idly scrolling by, his pupils would expand like a cat’s and his breath would audibly catch as soon as he saw this image:

Final Them: “Do you… like it, babe?”

Maxi: “…Swishy. @A@“

which, of course, would mean that either a. a similar suit was ordered immediately to his usual tailor, or, b. being the best seams-person of the family, Rora found one of his old masquerade suits and decided to add a train like so.

at the fitting he looks so giddy on the pedestal in front of the mirror that Rora and Hex are just sitting off to the side observing like:

Hex: “I can’t even tease him, look at that face.”

Rora: “You think if we told him he could wear it every day, he’d get the stick out of his ass?”

[Maxi, oblivious, is just swishing the tails back and forth in the mirror with the biggest grin]

like. Maxi is already someone who wants to be more visibly queer/gnc but, due to growing up in small-town Louisiana in the ‘80s-‘90s and living with his specific brand of insane parents (with Vincent himself being deeeeep in the closet), never got to explore it as much as he wanted. (save for that one glorious evening he got to be Frank as a last minute understudy in a Rocky Horror Picture Show shadowcast, but that’s a post for another time)

so even though he’s elated, there’s definitely a moment before the wedding where he turns to you in a fit of nerves:

Maxi: “I don’t know, is it too gay? Are you gonna feel weird, standin’ up there next to me, in that?”

FT: “Maxi, we… we are gay, babe. Like. We are gay. It’s perfectly okay if you look gay at our wedding. We’re getting married, to each other, and we’re gay. You wear whatever you want, as long as you’re up there with me, okay?”

Maxi: “Oh. …Well, yeah, when you put it that way I guess. :’D”

and for the record, on the big day:

he looks amazing, you look amazing in something Rora tailored for you with just as much love though she’ll never admit that to your face, Hex is trying to be the best man and the wedding photographer and not cry all over you/Maxi/his lens, and all the little old ladies of the Greymoon Historical Society agree they’ve never been to a wedding so modern and obviously queer “avant-garde” before.

so anyway. just something small and fluffy for a saturday evening. 🖤

#maxi morvant #morvant mortuary #queer horror ocs #slasher oc #necromancer oc #original queer horror #all the morvants are bi tag #I hesitated to post this bc feeding the machine #but honestly. it’s small and it’s not a full thing #so as long as I post my big actual fic on AO3 — this should be fine #maxi vibes #I personally am picturing FT in a backless red halter-vest jumpsuit #just for the extra scandal #but I’d love to hear other people’s dream necromancer wedding attire lmao 🖤

[lipglossanon]

thank you for keeping me anonymous <3333333

i bring forth ideas i can’t seem to flesh out past the ~just vibes~ stage that have been in my notes for weeks so if any of these inspire you feel free to use them i just don’t want them to be wasted

real dad leon walking in on you masturbating in the shower

the krauser x leon thing had me thinking of step bro leon making you come downstairs and he lets his friends use you while he watches and instigates or like a more fucked up version of truth or dare but it just involves him and his friends using you

cat hybrid reader being held face down in the bed with leon’s hand in the back of neck to immobilize her like a normals cats scruff does so whenever he wants to get his dick wet he just manhandles her until he can grab the back of her neck and make her do what he wants her to

- 💀

(i had one of real dad leon and lactation kink and him being like “it reminds me of when your mom had you” but i wasn’t sure how weird that would be also shapeshifter/wendigo leon and just fluff,,, i know that’s not like me but imagine like sexual fluff,,, just you two scrolling through pictures for him to replicate/shift in to whether it happens to be tentacle dildos shapeshifter leon with a tentacle dick has been on my mind since november or like a really soft fluffy sheep, i think he would like being petted or brushed- back to the tentacle dick thing,,,,, octodick. i will not elaborate but i think of it like a propeller hat or uno, fun for one or to eight people at a time)

💀 anon, hiya!! 👋

And of course! I would’ve either met in languish in my inbox or deleted it before I ousted you to the masses 😆

And you can bring me any and all ideas!! If I don’t get a chance to use them maybe someone will!!

Ahh real dad walking in is such a good fic idea!!! 👀 and it would be easy to write ✍️ so maybe… 🤔 🤭

AGAJGL mean Leon tricking you into letting him and his friends run a train on you 🫣 I’ve thought about something similar with stepdad Leon but couldn’t really get my thoughts pieced together lmao 🤣

Poor kitty! 😂 I could see that being a dark stepdad Leon thing too; you think you’ve been on your best behavior but Leon is just in a mood so he’s grabbing you up by the scruff and pinning you down so he can fuck his aggression out 🥴 🥴 and honestly now it’s Pavlovian anytime he touches your neck you just get wet 😵‍💫

Ugh 😩 lactation kink!!!! I’ve really been meaning to write another one. They’re so hot 😌

Wendigo Leon and fluff??? 🥹 he would be such a sweetie for real! He likes how it makes you all soft for him so he’ll go the extra mile 🤭 AHSKGBL no but that’s such a good idea!!! He likes to try out different dicks with you just cause it makes you into such a mess 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 and octodick sounds insane ngl 😜

I truly do love seeing you in my inbox 💀 anon!

#ask box #💀 anon #lipglossanon #lipglossanswers #leon s kennedy hcs

[tobiasdrake]

One more Hangout with Halara, bringing me up to three.

Holy shit, Halara has feelings. Their personality is so heavily rooted in Insert Quarter - Receive Logic that I didn't expect that.

...because they're purposefully cultivating a persona. Gotcha. They're not actually a robot with a coin insert installed on the back, but they want people to think of them like that. That's the image they try and put forth in public.

I need to emphasize that Kanai Ward is in a media blackout. They are not scrolling through cat memes on Tumblr. They have printed out polaroids of adorable kitty cats that they're leafing through and basking in emotional feels. We've seen one.

It's not even Halara's cat.

Flat-out admitting that they're putting on a deliberate persona.

That's interesting. It recontextualizes the whole "YOU WILL PAY ME TO HELP, you can pay whenever, it doesn't matter," thing. Halara enjoys the image of a stone-cold, unfeeling mercenary. But, by accepting long-term compensation arrangements with no clear mechanism by which they can be imbursed, they're able to stick their neck out for people anyway.

Halara will not work for free, but will work for a contractual agreement that's obviously, unambiguously destined to become Bad Debt. A stone-squeezing capitalist who is unreasonably generous with their credit-lending standards because their heart isn't in stone-squeezing capitalism.

Is that something you long for, Halara? Does working as a Master Detective make you feel confined?

Okay, so Halara isn't just a cat person; They're a full-blown cat fandom nerd, complete with dehumanizing the opposition.

I want to get a custom raincoat for them with those little goofy cat ears on the hood that some hoods have. But I won't, because that would make them look even more like Chiaki Nanami, FUCK.

Kodaka really did recycle this character design, then add they/them pronouns and capitalism.

Y'all, they are info-dumping so hard right now, and it's amazing. Halara's injecting more emotion into each sentence of this conversation than they've offered up in the entire game thus far.

That is the most heartbreaking thing I've ever heard in my li--

I murdered three teenagers who did nothing wrong last chapter.

...

That is the second-most heartbreaking thing I've ever heard in my life. It's a tragedy of near-unparalleled severity, and I am so sorry for your plight.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code #halara nightmare

[muckyschmuck]

been fawning over your stuff and how you answer asks for a while now and haven't really had anything to ask of you until your recent posts:

sell me on skyrim. no holds barred. been back and forth on buying it for a while and want to decide once and for all

(also your art is awesome and good and i get on tumblr almost exclusively to check your page blah blah blah all that)

i unfortunately cannot sell u on skyrim because that game sucks ass JK FIRST OF ALL THIS IS SO NICE TGANK U IM SO HAPPY U LIKE MY ART WTF !!!!!!!.!!!!!!! um um um ive been obsessed w skyrim and elder scrolls stuff on and off since 2011 like it was ALL i drew and it was my only source of inspiration my entire child/tweenhood (more specifically the general dull fantasy aesthetic and IDK JUST THE WAY IT MAKES U FEEL WHILE U PLAY IT) if u wanna feel rlly badass and pretend ur just a little guy working their way to the top from nothing i definitely recommend I FEEL LIKE IM DESCRIBING IT SO BAD but the dark brotherhood questlines( in skyrim and oblivion) literally shaped me into the freak i am AND ALSO U GET THE OPTION TO PLAY AS A CAT OR LIZARD PERSON WHICH IS LIKE TGE BEST THING EVER

#THIS IS SO RAMBLY BUT I SWEAR ITS RLLY FUN especially if u never played it #i can recite the entire black sacrament by heart #you must buy it #or pirate it idk #mods are fun too #because eventually u run out of stuff to do that’s not repetitive and boring #imo at least #but the interesting npcs mod adds LIKE 25288383 MORE QUESTS AND CHARACTERS SO U NEVER GET BORED #just smoke a joint and pretend ur dragonborn it’s rlly fun #BLOCK OF FUCKING TEXT SORRY U WERENT ASKING FOR THIS I DONT THINK #GOOD GAME #i think skyrim is what got me super into vampires #nowadays i like the idea of skyrim more than i like the actual game #when i was in middle school i had an entire sketchcbook #in which i roleplayed my character #and drew and wrote down the properties of like every single herb in the game #yknow #OK ILL STOP TYPING HERE

[asexual-spongebob]

The Waves That Lap The Shore - Chapter 24 - Oh~ Its what you do to me~

Fun fact: some of this one actually based off a A&B episode!   This one btw. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1wnpJ6lATJE&list=PL7KPUyhIJ2Ga3UqDd7b0myn0ca3DbcCyJ&index=5&pp=iAQB Also. The fun fact: the title of this chapter is from the song “Hey there Delilah” by The Plain White T’s I love Selva <3 hoping she’ll show up a decent amount in this fic. :) Here’s my hc for her :3 Selva : She/Her, genderqueer, sapphic, ace. ALSO THIS IS THE BIG ASS UPDATE I MENTIONED- ITS 2000 SOMETHING WORDS- and usually these chapters are around 1000 so yeah- Also yes, i did specify look up “Hey There Delilah” guitar tabs for this one. I’m also currently trying to figure out the song on my ukulele.

It’d been a few days since Kwazii and Paani’s eventful day in the Amazon. 

They hadn’t seen each other for a few days.

Kwazii stared out the window in the HQ, Shellington couldn’t help but notice.

“Hey Kwazii, is something wrong? You seem a bit… down in the dumps.” Shellington asked 

“Oh nothin’, other then I miss my pancake, Shellington.” Kwazii sighed. 

“I miss his stupid ass.” Kwazii added, taking a sip from his coconut water. “I miss having to stop them from doing stupid shit.” Kwazii grumbled.

“You know that their just a call away, right?” Shellington mumbled “I know.. but it just doesn’t feel the same…” Kwazii acknowledged.

“You know what?! Fuck this shit. I’m gonna go visit her.” Kwazii meowed, running down to the Launch Bay.

Captain Barnacles noticed that Kwazii was in a hurry “why are you in such a hurry?” Captain Barnacles asked “I’m going to go visit my dumbass pancake.” Kwazii panted, jumping into the Launch Bay tank “Kwazii… are sure you’ll be okay by yourself?” Captain Barnacles questioned “I’ll be fine! If anything goes wrong I’ll just give you a call!” Kwazii insisted “okay…” Captain Barnacles faltered as he opened the Octo-Hatch. 

•••

Paani awoke “what time is it?” He asked himself, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

Paani at his Octo-Watch, it was 1 am. 

“Damn it! it was a stupid idea to take a nap at five pm..” Paani remarked “I wonder what Kwazii is doing…” he added, scrolling through him and Kwazii’s past messages.

“I miss that dumbass orange cat.” She said, then glancing over at her guitar, then picking it up. This reminded her of a song. A song she loved very much. 

Paani began playing a d chord, then a f# minor one back and forth. 

“Hey there Delilah, what’s  it like in New York city? I'm a thousand miles away, but girl, tonight you look so pretty.” Paani began to sing, strumming their guitar 

“Yes, you do. Times Square can't shine as bright as you. I swear, it's true” Paani they sang so softly It was almost a whisper, strumming their guitar.

“Hey Delilah, don’t about the distance.  I’m right here if you get lonely, give this song another close your eyes, listen my voice that’s my disguise. I’m by your side” Paani sang, slight louder this time, the strumming also louder. 

Paani was glancing over at a photo of him and Kwazii that hung up on the wall. It was from a couple days after they first met when Dashi took a group photo with everyone.

Paani couldn’t help but remember him and Kwazii’s one sided rivalry, that turned to friendship to a relationship. He then glanced at a different photo. It was funny one that Kwazii had sent him from the Octo-Watch messaging feature. He had printed it out because he found it that funny. 

Paani then glanced back at her guitar. 

“Oh, it's what you do to me. Oh, it's what you do to me. Oh, it's what you do to me. Oh, it's what you do to me. What you do to me” Paani belted out

Hopefully the neighbors don’t hear me- she thought, oh wait- they don’t speak English. She reminded herself. 

••

Kwazii speed swam all the way to India, somehow. It took  him quite awhile.

It was 6:00 am in India, meanwhile it was 2 pm in Australia.

Kwazii had arrived at Paani’s house. Paani was inside making himself a snack, he had been up since one am. however. He got a message on his Octo-Watch, it was from Kwazii.

Ahoy matey! I’m here now. 

Paani stopped to grab a towel, just in case and she ran outside.

She was wearing a  Green Day tank top that looked like the sleeves had been cut off, and some light blue baggy jeans with little stars. And some old looking converse. 

“Ahoy pancake!” Kwazii purred “I missed ya so I figured I’d visit” Kwazii added, Paani was shocked.

Kwazii had really swam all the way from Australia to India to come see him???

“You must be exhausted.” Paani remarked, Kwazii nodded , Paani scooped up the pathetic looking cat in a towel.

Kwazii looked like a drenched Cheeto puff. Paani took him inside, placing him on the couch. 

Kwazii began to blow dry his fur with his paw, which was when having the boil ability came in handy. “How does your ankle feel?” Kwazii asked “much better! It doesn’t hurt anymore.” Paani beamed  “that’s good!” Kwazii smiled sleepily. 

Once Kwazii was dry, Paani joined him on the couch “is it okay if I crash here?” Kwazii asked “sure” Paani smiled softly, allowing Kwazii to crash onto his chest. 

Kwazii let out loud purrs, he was purring like a lawn mower, which took Paani by surprise. “I missed you so much” Kwazii meowed, their voice muffed by having their face buried in Paani’s shirt “I missed you too, Kwazii.” Paani said so softly it was almost a whisper, stroking the cat’s back. 

Paani then pulled the blanket over Kwazii and let it sleep, Paani put in their  headphones and started listening to Linken Park.

When you were standing in the wake of devastation

When you were waiting on the edge of the unknown

And with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying, "Save me now"

•••

Shellington and Peso were at the bottom of the moon pool, exploring.

However, something caught Shellington’s eye.

Four pieces of rocks at the bottom. Each had a different shape.

One shaped like a lightening bolt, one shaped like a burning fire, one shaped like an ice cube, and the last was shaped like flowing water.

Shellington snatched them “Hey Peso! Come take a look at this!” Shellington called, Peso swam over.

“What are those??” Peso wondered, clearly memorized “they’re stones. But they’re different shapes… and they resemble our powers.” Shellington mentioned.

Peso gathered its thoughts, “this may be a bit far fetched but… what if it’s connected to that old, tarnished compass you found in the Amazon.” Peso speculated “but the Amazon’s pretty far from Australia.” Shellington pointed out “well… you know how things can travel.. maybe it was swept away by a current?” Peso suggested “hm… thats possible.” Shellington acknowledged. 

The two then swam back to Octopod, “Hey Shellington, isn’t it Captain’s birthday tomorrow?” Peso guessed “oh yeah! It is!” Shellington verified “well I’ll make something for him.” Peso said “yeah I’ll have to figure out something-“ Shellington mumbled.

••• 

The next day

Captain Barnacles came down to the kitchen to get some breakfast.

“Mornin’ Captain!” Shellington greeted “good morning Shellington!” Captain Barnacles smiled, doing a little dance “I’m excited because it’s my birthday!” He added.

“Oh- uh- Happy Birthday!” Shellington wished.

“Thank you!” Captain Barnacles replied, heading down to the Launch Bay. 

Jumpin’ Jellyfish! It’s Captain’s birthday! I forgot!

Kwazii came in carrying a huge anchor wrapped in colorful wrapping paper “I got this for the Captain’s  birthday!” Kwazii heaved.

“I made him personalized stickers!” 

“I made him a collodge of photos from the Great Barrier Reef!

“I found a book of rare Accordion sheet music”

“Oh dear- i don’t have anything for him…” Shellington sighed “I got to wrapped up in my research earlier.. and I forgot…” Shellington added.

“It’s okay me hearty! The party isn’t until tonight! I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Kwazii assured. 

Soon everyone left the room.

Shellington glanced at the vegimals, they were chatting about making a honey cake, “that sounds delicious!” Shellington beamed, however Grouber then walked over with an empty honey container “oh… looks like we have no honey-“ Shellington sighed once again how could today get any worse? He thought in dismay.

However, Tunip pointed to the Amazon on the map  “You’re going to the Amazon to get honey? Well how about I come with you.” Shellington suggested, the vegimals nodded in agreement, “Maybe I can find something for Captain there!” Shellington added with a grin.

Maybe it won’t be so bad?

Shellington and the Vegimals rushed down the Octo-Chute into the Launch Bay, taking Captain Barnacles by surprise, “why are you in such a rush?” He questioned “oh uh- we’re just going to the Amazon to do some boring things! ” Shellington mumbled awkwardly “oh, okay, have fun!” Captain Barnacles replied, waving goodbye.

Shellington climbed into the gup, thank goodness Peso and Dashi taught me how to drive Shellington thought with relief. 

“We’re glad that you learned how to drive dad!” Tominnow smiled “me too sweetie.” Shellington said as he drove the Terra Gup 1 .

Soon they had arrived, Tunip had put on his bee keeping suit, Tunip greeted the bees, Grouber showed them that they had no honey.

“Oh sorry… we’re also all out of honey… we couldn’t get any nectar from the Vegimal’s garden.” The bee frowned.

“Oh no… they must’ve dried up from the heat…” Shellington frowned “maybe we should go look around for some healthy flowers so the bee’s can make honey?” Shellington suggested, the Vegimals and the bees nodded in agreement. 

However unfortunately to the Vegimals and Shellington’s dismay all of the flowers had dried out. 

However, something caught Tominnow’s eye as she looked around. Someone was carrying a flower pot! out of curiosity, Tominnow followed the unknown person.

Tominnow watched as the person placed the flower pot in the soil “there you go my friend!” She grinned, however she then noticed Tominnow.

“Oh? What do we have here?” She remarked, gently picking up Tominnow “hm… a stem and petals? But it also seems to be half fish?” She added “I’ve never seen anything like you!” She smiled, Tominnow let out vegimal noises.

Shellington overheard “oh no! I hope Tominnow isn’t in trouble! Come on let’s go!” Shellington exclaimed, the rest of the vegimals followed his lead.

Shellington stopped in his tracks “Hey it’s fine! Relax” the iguana said softly, “I would never harm any plant!” She added. She then said something to Tominnow in Vegimalese.

Shellington felt a gasp escape his mouth “you speak Vegimalese?” He gasped “yeah! I’ve been talking to plants for years! They’ve never responded back until now!” She said “my name’s Selva. I study all kinds of plants! From trees, to flowers I study it all!” Selva proclaimed “oh! You’re Botanist!” Shellington smiled, Selva nodded. 

“My name’s Shellington, and these are my kids, the vegimals!” Shellington said, pointing to the Vegimals “pleasure to meet you!” Selva beamed, shaking hands with the otter.

“I’m just here helping out the plants, how about you?” Selva asked “oh well… me and the Vegimals came here to fetch some honey for the Captain for his birthday cake but we didn’t get any because the bees couldn’t make honey.” Shellington answered. “So we’ve been trying to find flowers so they can make some” Shellington added.

“Oh… well unfortunately it’s been very dry here lately and there hasn’t been much rain, however I they’ll grow back soon! But until then we’ll have to look elsewhere, and I know just the place!” Selva beamed “I’ve never seen it before for myself however it’s said that in the Blue Mountains of India and there’s a flower that blooms every twelve years called “Neelakurinji” it’s said it had the best honey in the world!” Selva explained.

“Every twelve years? Don’t flowers bloom every year?” Shellington questioned “most do, but these are special” Selva answered with a smile.

“India may be far from here, but for the Captain? Yes absolutely. Let’s do this!” Shellington chirped.

Shellington began to walk away, however he noticed that Selva was still in her spot “wanna come along? It only blooms every twelve years after all.” Shellington asked “yes! I’d love to!” Selva agreed.

Selva, Shellington and the Vegimals climbed into the Terra Gup 1 and made their way to India.

“Oh my stems and petals! The blue mountains are more beautiful than I ever imagined!” Selva remarked, mesmerized by its beauty, Shellington nodded in agreement.

The group got out of the gup and onto the grass. 

“Maybe one of these?” Selva proposed “oh! A honey dew would be perfect!” Shellington agreed, Selva knocked on the melon, it sounded ripe.  “May I take this, my friend?” Selva asked, Shellington gave her a confused glance “Im talking to the melon vine.” Selva clarified “thanks my friend” Selva said softly as she carefully pulled the melon off the vine.

The Vegimals walked over to a tree with a bee colony “Can we have some honey please?” Tunip asked  “Why should we give you some? Ours is the best in the world!” The bee spat “did someone say honey???” A bear questioned menacingly “no…” Tunip fibbed, trying to get the bear to go away.

The bear let out a roar of anger, it began to chase the Vegimals around in a circle.

Shellington and Selva looked over in horror “Jumpin’ Jellyfish! Time to the Octo-Alert!” Shellington exclaimed, sounding it on his Octo-Watch.

Captain Barnacles appeared on screen “Hey Shellington! I thought you were in the Amazon?” Captain Barnacles questioned “and what’s that in that in your paw?” He added

“O-oh uh nothing!” Shellington fibbed awkwardly, trying to hide it behind his back.

“Oh and this is my new friend, Selva! She’s a botanist.” Shellington explained, Selva waved “we could use some help here… the Vegimals are being chased by a bear! Shellington urged “Alrighty! We’ll be on our way!” Captain Barnacles said before hanging up.

“Kwazii, Peso, to the Gups!” Captain Barnacles commanded, the trio rushing to the Launch Bay.

Back in India

“Wait a minute… bears like honey! Maybe try giving it that honey dew?” Selva suggested as the bear chased Shellington and the Vegimals.

“Yeah!” Shellington yelled in agreement, “here have this!” Shellington called out, tossing the honey dew to the bear.

The bear ate it up “thanks!” He said after finishing it, then running off.

“Thank goddess-“ Shellington panted “thanks for saving our hive!” The bee thanked “you deserve some after that!” The bee added.

The Vegimals then got a bottle of honey and headed back to the Terra-Gup-1.

“I’m gonna go get another honey dew.” Shellington proclaimed as he ran over to fetch one, Selva carefully picked one off the vine after asking for its permission. She put it inside.

However, Captain Barnacles, Kwazii and Peso then showed up “oh hey Captain! Everything’s fine now!” Shellington beamed “oh! Glad you’re safe!” Captain Barnacles replied “Wanna join us for the party? You certainly help me and the Vegimals a lot.” Shellington whispered into Selva’s ear, she nodded in response.

“Selva said that she’s going to

come back with us.” Shellington said “great!” Captain Barnacles smiled, they then headed back to the gups.

•••

Shellington had given Selva a tour of the Octopod “wonderful place! I especially enjoyed the garden pod!” Selva grinned “Im glad you like it!” Captain Barnacles grinned back.

“How about I introduce you to everyone else?” He proposed.

Selva nodded. 

The Vegimals then came out with a cake 

“Surprise! Happy Birthday!” Everyone cheered, jumping out, 

“I got you this, I hope you like it!” Shellington said, pulling out the honey dew “oh I do! Thank you!” Captain Barnacles thanked.

#kitty giggles #octonauts #the waves that lap the shore au #octonauts au

[themsource]

Fransweek '23 - Day 6

Theme: Stargazing Rating: G Pairing: DT Sans & Frisk Word Count: 1,020

I really struggled with this one because I had no ideas what to write for this prompt whatsoever lol hope it's a fun read! Got some Dancetale in the house! WOOT! Cross posted to Ao3 here!

@fransweek

"what's this about kid?"

Sans was standing in Frisk's room, watching the little tyke run back and forth scattering papers everywhere as they tried to climb their walls and pin something to the upper corners. Admittedly the skeleton had been a little surprised when Frisk had insisted on him coming up here the second he and Pap had stepped through Tori's door, but now he was mildly bored and curiously wondering what had them in such a hurry that they were practically role playing Taz from the looney tunes.

"Wait!" They shouted, needlessly loud.

It was as if they were trying to draw something and Sans was attempting to peek over their arm. Which he did love to do, riling them up was always hilarious, but whatever this was couldn't actually be applied to the same way.

"c'mon frisk, your old lady said it was meatloaf night. i have a whole log with my name on it written in ketchup downstairs—"

They pouted at him over their shoulder, puffed their cheeks out. "No! Wait!"

He sighed.

Pulling his hat and hood down low over his brow Sans slipped his phone out of his pocket and started to scroll through youtube music videos. He was midway through a new choreography showcase for Lana Del Rays 'Gods and Monsters' when he felt a tug on his sleeve and glanced down to see Frisk bouncing excitedly on the balls of their feet.

They started to drag him over to their bed and he groaned as he tucked his phone away before collapsing face down on it.

"you know i love a good nap pal, but i'd rather eat." Sans grumbled into the mattress.

"Sans!" He had to resist chuckling as Frisk pushed at him, annoyance loud and clear in their voice. "Turn over you lazy bones!"

Letting out another put up groan he made a show of rolling over, and landing back on his front.

"Nooooo!"

Okay, they sounded like they were about to start whining and whenever Frisk did that for long they usually ended up crying. Sans loved them but when they sobbed it was always just too much for him. He didn't think they'd appreciate him noping out through a shortcut to his own bedroom.

They'd hold it over his head for weeks. Emotionally blackmail him with guilt.

Toriel always got upset when Sans ended up buying the kid ice cream for days on end.

"okay okay, you win." He turned in time to see them grin, the cat that got the milk, and went full starfish across their bed as he glanced up at their ceiling.

Sans' sockets widened.

Frisk plopped down next to him and tucked their head into his shoulder as they pointed at one of the several crudely drawn papers they'd hung up.

"That's Vela, and Puppis!" Sans glanced down at them and then back up as they pointed at another paper. "Lepus and Train—....Traingloom?"

"traingulum australe." He whispered.

"Yeah!"

They both laid there, staring up at the handmade star map that threatened to fall at any moment as various corners dripped away from their backdrop, both silent and watchful.

Frisk broke the silence, whispering low as if not to disturb the feeling that had settled over the room. "I know monsters can't travel right now and that you were really excited to see the stars."

Sans' sockets lidded as he looked at them, noting the hopeful sparkle in their eyes and the tone of shyness they suddenly took as they kept their eyes locked on the ceiling.

"I thought you'd like seeing them somehow."

He grinned. "and this was all you could think of?"

They frowned, saddened.

"Yeah…"

Sans stared at them for a long time before looking back up and pointing with his other arm. "you forgot canopus."

"What?" They startled and sat up to get a closer look at where he was pointing before huffing and weakly slapping his chest. "No I didn't!"

He laughed and slowly sat up.

Sans continued to take in the crooked constellations and the haphazardly tapped together edges.

It was true; he did want to see the stars, all of them. When Papyrus had declared that they were going traveling once they reached the surface he'd acted put out and exhausted with the mere idea of it. But he'd been secretly hopeful and he hadn't wanted the others to know that way when the news inevitably came—and it did come—that they had to stay in one place while new laws were put in place no one would be able to see his disappointment.

Apparently he hadn't been that good at hiding it if Frisk had gone to so much effort for him.

How long had it taken them to make this? How many books did they read and charts they peruse?

Sans glanced down at the child beside him as they continued to look at their ceiling, and smiled. The affection and awe he felt was no longer for the stars as he ruffled their hair.

They really were something.

Frisk batted his hand away with a whine and he snorted. "thanks kid."

They blinked at him, confused. And then slowly grinned wide enough their missing tooth showed as realization lit up their sun colored irises.

"You're welcome Sans."

How had he and his race been so lucky? Not only to encounter an innocent kid that offered nothing but love and understanding in each hand, but that also was determined enough to do nearly anything for them after all the wrongs and horrors they'd done trying to get free.

Sans would never understand.

"hey, are you still interested in learning how to dance? for real?"

Frisk's eyes went wide as they held their hands up to their chin and nodded excitedly.

"won't be as easy as whatever magic helped you when you fell into the underground. but it will be eventually, if you work hard." He shrugged.

"I miss dancing." They stated. "Please Sans, teach me!"

Sans nodded. "it's a promise pal."

"DINNER IS READY!" Papyrus' voice suddenly roared. "GET DOWN HERE!"

They both broke down into giggles.

#Undertale au #dancetale #frans #sans&frisk #fransweek #fransweek2023 #fanficiton #ao3 #My writing