#they trick you by making a funny joke about a side character and then u click their account and its a castiel hate blog 😭.

[beautysamour]

Heyyy

Omg I love your writing so much 💖💖

I was wondering if u could do one with kenji where your warners twin and you're kinda funny and chill and basically warner and kenji r arguing or smthng and he comes and complains to u.

Sorry if its too specific it just came to me lol

Do I wanna know?

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kenji kishimoto x reader

✧ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: kenji kishimoto, mentioned aaron warner

✧ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Kenji fully believes you’re the better twin

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none

✧ 𝐚/𝐧: !! despite being aaron’s twin, there’s no physical description of the reader, no specification for whether you’re identical to him or not !! thank you for the request 💓

“And then— and then! He tells me that he doesn’t even like me as a human so why would he love if me I was a worm,” he looks at you with an offended expression, “Can you believe that?!”

“No,” you say sarcastically with an amused smile, “Totally out of character for my brother.”

Kenji huffs and drops himself on your bed, “He’s terrible, y/n, I can’t believe you grew up with him.”

You snort, Kenji and your brothers relationship was…you don’t even know how to explain it. They weren’t exactly on bad terms but they did get in each others nerves—the complete opposite to your relationship with Kenji.

You always liked Kenji even when he was a soldier, and he liked you two. You didn’t have any power at Sector 45 so Kenji naturally separated you from your brother, at the time. But as time went on, Aaron grew on Kenji and your almost certain Kenji has also grown on your brother.

“He really isn’t that bad, Kenji,” you try not to laugh when he groans at your response.

“Yeah, well compared to you, he’s nothing like the saint you are.”

“Oh, woah,” you draw out your words sarcastically, “A saint.”

“Yes!” He exclaims, “If I haven’t made it obvious already, you’re the better twin.”

You laugh. It’s not a surprise that Kenji still preferred you over your brother, considering that he was your friend first, but Kenji’ dramatics never failed to entertain you. “I mean you did say he was the worst, didn’t take a lot to put two and two together and figure you liked me more.”

“See? I’d argue you’re also the smarter twin too.”

Your mouth drops in fake surprise, “Really?”

“Uh huh, I mean you love me so that automatically makes you smarter,” he says as he pushes himself up with his left arm.

You laugh again, “So is that all my brother did?”

“Y—,” he widens his eyes as if he remembered something a fully pushes himself up on your bed, “No actually. He said the only reason he tolerates—tolerates!— me is because we’re dating.”

You nod your head, it wasn’t really a lie if you were being honest. It was funny to you though.

You scoot closer to him putting on your best puppy dog eyes and look at him through your lashes—you try not to laugh when he visibly stiffens, “Yes….?”

You grab one of Kenji’ hands and put it in your lap. You start to play with his fingers, once you reach his middle you start talking, “Are you upset by that?”

“Um…all jokes aside just a little?”

You hum. “So are you saying that you’d rather be on his good side than mine?”

Kenji rearranges himself in your bed so he’s properly facing you and grabs your hands, completely falling for your little trick, “No! No, no, I was mainly joking—“

“Are you sure?” You take one of your hands from his grasp, “You seem awfully affected by it.”

“Well—of course. He’s most likely going to be my brother in law, I of course care about his opinion. But his—I don’t know what to call it—approval? I’d rather have yours over his any day.”

You remain quiet for a few moments dragging out the silence. Then you start to laugh, and Kenji starts to get confused.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No, but it’s just a little funny that you thought I was actually sad you were talking about my brother so much,” you say in between laughs, “I’m glad you care so much about his opinion.”

“Well—“

“And brother in law?”

Kenji opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He looks as if he got caught stealing something.

“Uh,” he starts to say, “Sorry if I—“

You shake your head and grab onto the collar of his shirt, you pull forward and make sure that your lips connected with his to shut him up.

Kenji relaxes into the kiss almost immediately, and you only pull away when his hands start to fiddle with the hem of your shirt, “Kenji,” you say softly and also as quiet as a whisper, “I’m not upset. I’m actually happy you’ve though of, you know, with me.”

For what felt like the longest time since, Kenji smiled and said, “How could I not with you?”

#kenji kishimoto x reader #kenji x reader #kenji kishimoto fanfic #kenji kishimoto imagine #kenji kishimoto x you #kenji kishimoto #kenji kishimoto fanfiction #shatter me x reader #shatter me #shatter me fanfic

[jellonetta]

That's when they say I lost my only friend PT. 1

OK so this was a veryyyy long request in the making but I decided to split is into two parts. I didn't want everyone to wait any longer for more and then forget about it so here is part 1 of 2.

Content for those who are wondering, in this story Sunny Day Jack and Joseph are the same person or entity in a way. The reader hasn't moved to the farmhouse yet but will be in the second part.

Part One is like the calm before the storm to put it like that.

Requested By @chibithewitch

Character(s): Sunny Day Jack | Joseph Haberdae x GN! Chubby! Vitiligo! Reader

TW: Minor Angst, Fluff, Some one-sided feeling(?)

⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

You can remember running outside with Hazel, your dog, without care. She chases, and you laugh in glee. Your family couldn't understand why they adore you over the others. Hazel loves them, but you seem like you were their favorite. Your older brother was quite jealous of your's and Hazel's bond. You think he envies it. Your family has started to take note of your relationship, too.

It's nothing special though. You just enjoy each other’s company.

Hazel has always been there for you. She understands you better than anyone. When you feel lost, or when something is bothering you, she's there. When you're sad, she'll sit right by you until you calm down. When you’re angry, she makes you feel safe. If someone hurts her, you protect her.

And if anything happens to you…well, she's going to look out for you just as well.

She's probably more protective than you are of yourself.

 She seems to sense when someone is coming up behind her and is ready to defend you from any threat. She's an excellent fighter, but even she needs help sometimes. And when she gets scared, she's very aggressive. She's not a violent beast, but she's very sensitive to any form of negative emotion. She hates it when people hurt the ones she loves.

Even after your break up with Ian, she was there to comfort you. The trick she does best is licking your face. Whenever she tries, you laugh and try to wipe her saliva off. But it never works because she can still taste how salty you are. It's so gross. She licks it off your skin anyway before licking her lips clean. You don't mind, though. She's your baby and she means well. She's happy you're happy again.

Then you met him, Joseph Haberdae, and his ghost(?), alter ego(?), Sunny Day Jack.

Joseph was quite close off when you first met him. Picking up part-time at the yogurtopia, you never held so much sympathy for a person until you saw him in the work uniform. You could have sworn you saw his eye twitching when he had to say the store slogan.

A part of him must have died that day.

He looked miserable and you didn't want to make things worse. You tried talking to him. But his answers were dry and distant. Trying to maintain the brick wall he's putting up between you two. So you let it go. He was trying to deal with something. You respected that. He didn't need you interfering in his life. That would only make things worse, anyways. So you left him alone and focused on working.

But something just change one day he started a conversation, heck even cracked a few jokes. He was in a good mood, a great one at that. You liked it saying that he should smile more you remember seeing his face turning red and rolling his eyes before going ahead to restock the topping bins.

 He was making an effort to make friends, even with his weirdly closed-off personality. After all, if his life were like yours, wouldn't he want to do the same?

And so you started hanging out with him. He was fun and funny. His jokes reminded you of a younger you, and you both shared moments of laughter. He was a great conversationalist and seemed comfortable with himself. Even though he didn't talk much, you appreciated being able to share some of your memories with him.

You worked together, and the next few months passed by peacefully. He was growing on you much more than you thought until you caught yourself talking about him to Hazel. Her eyes fill with wonder at this stranger who makes you smile like a love-sick middle school girl.

You weren't sure what happened.

Perhaps it was your newfound interest in romance and his friendly presence. Or maybe it was something else entirely. One thing was for sure though, Joseph wasn't leaving your mind anytime soon.

At least, that's what you told yourself when Joseph started acting distant. It bothered you to no end because you didn't want to lose the friendship you built. Especially when your relationship was already starting to grow strong.

But when you asked him what it was, he avoided the question. Instead, he said, "It’ll get better, (nickname). I promise." Which was the opposite of what you wanted him to say. In all honesty, you weren't sure what exactly made him upset. Maybe he was just tired. Who knows, maybe he just needed the time apart.

So when he offered to stay with you during his shift and you agreed, you assumed nothing would happen.

You were mistaken.

For once.

Something did happen.

Not long later, the three of you sat around the house. The two of you watched TV and chatted about random things, Hazel manage to bargain Joseph out of some head pats. It was not like he had much of a choice with her massive size. Then he reached out and grabbed your wrist. At the same moment he turned his head to you to ask what you were doing, he suddenly froze and began shaking.

You didn't know what was happening, but he looked terrified. Your eyes widen in concern as you tried to figure out what was going through his mind. He was frozen like a deer caught in headlights staring into your eyes. He opened his mouth to speak but he was unable to utter a sound. The longer he stared at you, the paler he got.

Eventually, with one last squeeze of your hand, he collapsed on you.

You gently moved him back onto the couch and then immediately took your phone from where you had left it charging. You turned the volume all the way down on the tv. Hazel was quick to take action going into protective mode and looking around the room for danger.

 “What just happened? Was he sick? Is something wrong with him?” Your mind was racing. How could this possibly be normal behavior for Joseph?

She continued growling until you ran toward her to check on her.

“Woah, woah, honey. Easy tiger. It’s okay.” You cooed rubbing her ears.

 “It’s okay. Nothing is wrong with him. We’re fine. We’re gonna be just fine.”

The growl stopped, but her tail stayed down as she watched Joseph cautiously. Her breathing slowly returned to normal, but her fur remained in a defensive position. You didn’t blame her. You also didn’t understand what was happening either. But you were glad she calmed down.

"Hello, Sunshine!" A sudden voice caused you both to turn around and see Joseph.

"Joseph..?" You muttered.

"No, I'm Jack, Sunny Day Jack! I'm happy to finally meet you!" He said cheerfully.

His bright blue hair bounced slightly with every move he made. He smiled at you brightly. You didn't understand what the hell is going on. It looks like Joseph from the jawline to the way his hair is combed aside from being more neat than messy. The only difference is he looks like he was straight out of a kid's show.

What is going on? Did he somehow switch places with a different person?

You turned toward him to confirm what you thought.

To your surprise, however, the face wasn't unfamiliar at all. He was grinning widely at you, and although the expression was completely different than the Joseph you knew, it still felt familiar.

"Oh my!" Jack chuckled. "You don't recognize me?" He questioned, obviously amused.

You shook your head. "I guess it wasn't the best idea to introduce myself to a stranger. Well, you're not a stranger anymore, (nickname)! I'll tell you about the whole story sometime. For now, can call her off, it looks like I'm going to become her next chew toy."

And that is how you met Jack.

Of course, you're worried at first because you still haven't been able to figure out how he switched to Joseph. You asked him many times how he did it but you never received any answer. But he never gave you any reason to doubt his sincerity.

He's quite the character from his bright blue hair, and cute clown cosmetics, down to his comical clown shoes. He doesn't push things or force himself onto you. He knows that the way you deal with emotions is different from what he does. He respects your boundaries, but never pressures you into doing anything. He just waits for you to come around and open up when you want to. So you're thankful that he did this to you.

Joseph and Jack were quite the duo with the clashing aesthetics, personality, and even the way they talk it was hard to say it was the same person. Jack loved to listen to music and Joseph was fascinated with comic books. You've learned that Joseph is a bit of a coffee addict. He'd always make a double shot and drink it while sitting at the bar counter.

He's been addicted ever since his college days he says.

 As for Jack, he enjoyed cooking. You didn't know why he was interested in cooking. But he can make anything edible. But despite his talent in cooking, he rarely cooked for himself. When he cooked for you, it was always homemade meals. He never bought ingredients. You always had to buy them for him.

You couldn't cook for shit sometimes. But hey Jack make some bomb-ass blueberries pancakes.

 Jack would laugh and you'd join in, You were happy. And the atmosphere was lightening up and that's when you realized.

You've forgotten how love felt you were.

And it felt wonderful.

You didn't realize you were smiling so wide and you didn't notice that you had gotten lost in the moment. You were brought back into reality when you heard Jack clear his throat. You looked up at him and noticed that his cheeks were flushed lightly.

"You know...you're very pretty when you smile like that.." he spoke quietly, averting your gaze.

You blinked at the sudden compliment. You honestly didn't expect to hear that from him. You never considered that anyone would think of you as attractive.

You were shocked.

"Really?! I never realized...." you trailed off.

"I mean...it's true. And Joseph seems to enjoy your company. I never understood why."

"Because I'm nice and sweet!" You smiled softly at him. "But yeah, I enjoy your company too..."

You didn't realize that was true, but you kind of liked that too. There's nothing wrong with having him enjoy your company, right?

But you were scared your last relationship left you in ruin. You were afraid you were going to fall in love again and have a repeat of the past. You didn't want it to happen again. It's hard enough knowing what happened to you before. You never want to be reminded of your past mistakes again.

And yet here he was with his hands around yours and his body pressed close to yours. If there was anything you were certain of, it was that you wanted more.

Thank you For Reading! <3 Stay in tune for part two!

Request are Open

#jellonetta drabbles #sunny day jack x reader #joseph haberdae x reader #sunny day jack x gn!reader #sunny day jack x gn reader #sunny day jack #self insert #gn!reader #x gn!reader #x black!reader #x black!gn!reader

[sea-of-dust]

When their like their Collab counterpart totally not x reader

Another RAS x Reader I swear....im gonna be the face of the RAS x reader community aren't I.... Wtf is a RAS x reader community. I gotta stop writing about bandori-

LAYER/Rei/Banji

Rei with the personality of baji....arf..i mean very interesting

Expect her to be a lot more passionate to say....like not to go down the tr tumblrs level of unseiso but there's a lot more kabedoning and her being a little possessive

She might be a little more aggressive too. Not towards you but to opposing gangs you happen to have friends in

"Why are you talking to y/n leave them alone before I kick ur ass" "we were talking about a project we were assigned to together..." "Oh..."

Oh indeed

Wait why did she pull up a seat...oh my God she's eagle eying ur friend now

she looks like the chairs bought to be used for another purpose

Expect ur friend to complain about a "visit" from ur girlfriend

Shell get jealous more easily too. Talking to someone else? "Where were u" "I was walking my friend home" "...uh huh" "....u thought we did something when we walked home didn't u" "Nah idk mamas" "(wtf kinda pet name is mamas)"

She walks you home after that even sleeps over your family loves her

Expect her to try and trick u into having small naps with her

If PAREO ever interrupted you and Rei she would just look at her with those murder eyes and then continue what she's doing to u

"LAYER-san chu2s call-" Reis pinning you to wall for another make-out speedrun "...ill come back later..."

Shell have more hair ties on her

Shell be very roughed up...like real bad she's in a gang and a band, those two things are bound to leave the average person a Twitter user

Ur her personal nurse and she definitely pays you in something other than cash if u catch my drift 😏

She pays you in kisses....smooches...perv but in ur defense I made u think like that...still a perv

Overall Rei with the personality of Banji will turn me into her dog- I mean is gonna a be a doozy...now wait till she catches you and the homies saying something werid

"Yo u land this ill suck-" "Y/N..." "I'll buy u an ice cream!...."

MASKING/Masuki/Draken

Nothin changed....shell be a lot more responsible when it comes to you and Chu2 (since Chu2 = Mikey)

Shell be less of a tease to Chu2 too

Masuki def tries to keep you as far from gang violence as possible

Shell ask how was ur day act normal and then u two get into her room instant tackle

The brothels gonna love you "ahh masuki you got a new plaything?" "Can it [side character 190]" "fu fu"

She would take you out at night to watch stars

Masuki might tease you at times and when you get mad she just hugs you giggling a bit

"I'm sorry I'm sorry it was kinda funny tho" "....." "I'll make you somethin" "....fine"

Expect her laugh to be a lot more proud

If you ever saw her fight (let's say like bloody Halloween in the show) shell look at you panicked worried if she traumatized you

"Ah shit y/n did you see anything- oh God why we're you even here... Leave I don't want you to get hurt"

When she gets home she looks tired and a bit beat up but when she sees you it's like her wounds went away and as soon as she relaxes they re open but hey at least she got to see her s/o

As soon as a movie she was really excited for is out,she runs over to your house and drives there almost instantly calling you the whole time

"IM COMING OVER BE THERE IN FIVE" you can barely hear her over the wind and like a minute later "IM HERE" and u just hear Pastel*Pallette blasting

She made a joke about beating up the mf you seemed a little comfortable with...it was ur sibling-

She would accompany chu2 to fast food stops with you

Speaking of food if your ever at a public place Masukis gonna find you and just stare at you from the window your sitting next to with the face she does before saying your cute but scarier

"You should have came to me" you can hear her say that from outside

If you ever went on a date with her in public she's gonna be surprisingly polite and using fancy words bros even wore a suit

"Yes may I have the [idk make it up] and my lady would like [f/f]"

It's an inside joke between you two now

She's told you ligma while you laid on her lap she would just randomly look down at you and just go "ligma"

Moral of the story bunny masuki

LOCK/Rokka/Takemichi

She's gonna cry a lot

Shell visit you a lot leaning in for a small kiss before greeting you

"(Y/n you're just so kind how could someone every resent you)" cu <3 "Good Morning to you too Rokka"

She would ask you what u would think of her in 10 years and you would say "you would still be my beloved"

Her heart would flutter and she would cry a bit embracing you

She would never tell you about Toman and never wear her uniform around you

She's embarrassed she's in a gang

When she time travels back she always has the things you gave to her on her body

She would fall for amongus backwards

If you ever flattered her or did her hair for her she would be so shy

If the gang asked she would flex about it

"An Rokka you got a new hairstyle it looks nice" "ah y/n did it for me" "they've got some skill" "mph~ they're the best"

She wound crawl into your arms randomly while you two would be on the couch

"Rokka..." She's just digging her face into your chest mumbing about how she's gonna save everyone. You feel something wet hit your chest and you hug her

If you ever do catch her while she's with the gang shell try to make something up

"Y/n! What are you doin here haha...why am I wearing this? Oh it's a costume party next door! Why am I tied up? I lost a bet!"

If she comes to your house with an injury she's gonna say she fell coming over.

Don't admit you know about Toman she wants to feel as if she's protecting you

Don't question what she's doing with your brother or why he says that "Rokkas gonna save you!"

PAREO/Reona/Chifuyu

She's a lot more calm and dosent really care about Chu2 as much

She's more concerned about Rei

She still puts you over Rei but that's because you're her s/o

Shell buy you little trinkets sometimes

She knows everything about you stuff you never told her like your blood type, how you like your drinks, your type kinda women...some freaky shit

She carried you bride style once when you joked about her having lean muscle and she was like ".....bet"

"You got some lean muscle u ant no way you beat people up on the daily" "come here" "what are you gonna-" she lifts you a little too easily

Rei thinks highly of you and tells you to take care of PAREO.

She likes painting your nails as she goes over her day

"Yeah so we had an exam today...I beat the brakes off of a mf" "what" "I mean I beat someone in a race don't think about it too much y/n"

She would pinch your checks sometimes when sneaking up on you

Small kisses here and there whenever there's a fight it tends to be a little longer

She tries to cook with you sometimes

Not that she's bad it's just that they always come out looking cute....how tf did she make curry into stars it's a liquid-

She likes sleeping on top of you while listening to a playlist she totally didn't make up of your most listened to songs

She def taught you a bit about medical stuff and told you that whenever she was unconscious and Rei was injured or also unconscious you should take care of her first she cares about you and rei more than her own life

You responded by telling her you would save both of them.

She was astonished

Chu2/Chiyu/Mikey

I send you prayer

"Y/n~" "Chu2.." "Lets go outside! I wanna buy some Dorayaki" "it's 3 am...."

Chu2 is gonna be the worst one she wines like a lot

Even if you ignore her (bad idea) shell get up in your ear from behind and beg for you to do what she wants

What's worse is that she might try to climb you

She might bite your ear if ur unlucky

Shell tell you she loves you more often like 4 times per day

"Y/n" "I love you too Chu2" "hehe~"

She's so mischievous she would prank you sometimes like scaring you in front of the door

If you went to a fast food place she would be able to sniff you out

"Heard you got food without me" "I didn't even tell you I was here" "u got any games on yo phone?"

She wouldn't be secretive when it came to you knowing about the gang but would still try to keep you away from violence

She's also crazy strong now- and can ride motorcycles-

She would tell you about how she kicked people's asses and how she would do it like they insulted you!

"And I just pretend they said something bad about you then I punch em!" "That's nice chu chu-"

You and Masuki are the only two that call her chu chu

The whole band gets to tease her tho

She retreats behind you and if you join the teasing? She's still gonna hide behind you

She would bring flags around for food

"Chu chu why tf did you put a flag in fucking soup" "that shit ant gon taste good if I don't" "seriously-" "yes"

Shell be a little more intimate at night

Like shell tackle you to sleep with her

She likes watching you go to sleep and then waking up in your arms. she thinks it's gonna giver her super strength one day. one punch Chu Chu

She would ask you to tie her hair for her. Not because she can't do it herself but she likes your fingers in her hair.

If you give her trinkets she's gonna keep them forever even when Rokka time travels to see her shell have them all on even if she outgrew them

"Chu2...." "LOCK...you we're my only friend in this world..." "What about y/n-" "they didn't buy my merch i divorced them"

She didn't divorce you.you just went grocery shopping

Moral of the story....i smell gum u got gum

Might write one where the Tokyo Revengers cast acts like RAS-. Send requests I beg I need something to do 👩‍🦲

Parting words

#bang dream #tokyo revengers #ras x reader #layer #masking #chu2 #pareo bandori #lock #chu2 bandori #bandori #bandori x reader

[brynns-world]

【ｃｈａｐｔｅｒ　ｎｉｎｅ】

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂𝔀𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓵𝓮𝓼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Toriel wasn’t joking, you really needed the sweater once getting out of The Ruins. Right in front of you, everything was covered in a lovely pure white. The glistening created with the light that hits the ground made it look like a million tiny diamonds.

You would be enjoying it if not for the fact that you are shivering like a chihuahua.

“Are you sure you are okay?”

Chara looks at you concerned as you try to walk forward. However, you seemed to advance a millimeter with each step you took. Looking to your left, you muster up a thumbs up at your friend and even with your teeth clattering like crazy, you answer them verbally.

“This is the only way, right?”

(I refuse to write stuttering unless the Undertale characters do so in the game)

Nodding slowly, Chara floats behind you and drops their arms over your shoulders. Confusedly looking up at them, you tilt your head as they look to the side instead of your eyes.

“You are as cold as ice Chara…but thanks for trying.”

Continuing forward, you admire the beauty of the forest. The cold has never been your favorite climate given the fact that you are a plant. On the other hand, you love it because it's the perfect excuse to use layers upon layers of clothing.

Then there was a big log right in the middle of the pathway.

“Don’t even think about taking it out of the way. It’s too heavy to pick up and from what I saw, you don’t have the force to flip a simple switch.”

“Okay get off me now.”

They chuckle as you give them a glare while swatting them away with your hands like one would do to an annoying mosquito. Sticking out their tongue at you, you answer with a playful scoff and pass the branch with a small jump.

Not even a minute later of walking, you heard a loud snapping sound.

Freezing on your steps, you feel anxiety crawling up your back. Deciding to not take any chances, you dash the rest of the way while chanting a bunch of ‘hell nah’s with your companion being dragged automatically.

You came to a halt when a wood bridge was presented in front of you. Once deciding that it wasn’t going to stop you, Chara bumped harshly on your back and made you faceplant on the ground. (haha get it? faceplant).

The two of you were trying to ease the pain of your heads literally cracking each other’s skull when the sound of footsteps started making itself present.

“H u m a n.”

‘mydeitiesIhavevelievedinyoumywholelifepleasehavemercyonme.’

“D o n ’ t  y o u  k n o w  h o w  t o  g r e e t  a  n e w  p a l ?”

‘I CAN STILL MAKE IT IF I RUN BUT MY LEGS ARE FREAKING FROZEN AND I DON’T KNOW IF IT’S BECAUSE I’M A PLANT IN SNOW OR BECAUSE I’M FREAKING STUPID AND I’M GONNA DIE LIKE THOSE BLONDIES ON HORROR MOVIES THAT FOR SOME REASON ARE ABLE TO RUN ON HEELS. Damn, how do they do that? like slay queens with strong legs wait no I’m supposed to be panicking-’

“T u r n  a r o u n d  a n d  s h a k e  m y  h a n d.”

‘HESTIA WHAT DO I DO I’M GONNA DIE MOM TORIEL PLEASE TAKE ME BACK.’

Deciding to accept your destiny, you turn around to shake this creep’s hand while making your will mentally. Your hand comes in contact with a cold one and suddenly…

P f f f f t

The sound made you jump while the person…er skeleton? chuckled at your reaction.

“The old whoopee cushion in the hand trick, it’s ALWAYS funny.”

Chara gave a slight pat on your head that snapped you out of your trance. A snort was produced, being embarrassed that you were getting so paranoid for nothing. Laugh to not cry they say.

“Huh glad you liked it. Anyways, you’re a human, right? That's hilarious.”

You were able to see the knowing look that Chara gave you through your peripheral vision once you nodded at the skeleton's question.

“I’m Sans. Sans the Skeleton. I’m actually supposed to be on watch for humans right now, but...y’know…I don’t really care about capturing anybody.”

Now that’s relieving, you were getting ready to run for your life and probably die as Toriel and Flowey mentioned. It would be kind of awkward to die as soon as you left The Ruins.

“Now my brother, Papyrus… he’s a human-hunting FANATIC.”

‘God-freaking-dammit’

“Hey, actually, I think that’s him over there. I have an idea, go through this gate thingy.”

“This is a gate…?”

Your confused look made him chuckle. Shrugging, he answered comically.

“Yeah, go right through. My bro made the bars too wide to stop anyone.”

Standing still for a moment, you stare at him. Sans started to get a little uncomfortable under the intense gaze, however it seems like you found whatever you were looking for in him. He was about to question it, but decided to let it be once he noticed you get more relaxed and finally moving forward.

“Quick, behind that conveniently-shaped lamp.”

Running to the lamp that is located literally in the middle of snow, you sit down with your knees to your chin in order to be completely covered. Your butt is really crying right now. Chara decided to sit down next to you, shoulders and knees brushing against the others occasionally because of your shivering.

The sound of loud footsteps immediately filled the quiet atmosphere, followed by Sans greeting his brother.

“Sup, bro.”

“You know what ‘sup,’ brother!”

The loud voice took you off guard, making you flinch and lightly hit your head with Chara’s hand who was playing with your hair. Their snickering received a playful shove caused by your elbow.

“It’s been eight days and you still haven’t recalibrated. your. puzzles! You just hang around outside your station! what are you even doing?!?”

“Staring at this lamp. It’s really cool. Do you wanna look?”

That skeleton sure has a death wish cause you are gonna bust his ass if you die this early.

“No!! I don’t have time for that!! What if a human comes through here!?! I want to be ready!!! I will be the one! I must be the one! I will capture a human!”

‘That reminds me of that Lemon Demon song...'Cause I'm the right one, on my touch-tone, touch-tone telephone, I'm the only one…”

While you sing mentally, Papyrus poses heroically with air that appeared out of nowhere flowing through his scarf.

“Then, I, the great Papyrus will get all the things I utterly deserve! Respect…Recognition…I will finally be able to join the royal guard! People will ask, to, be my, ‘friend’? I will bathe in a shower of kisses every morning.”

That last part took you out of your concert.

‘Shower of kisses? Ew physical contact with living beings…’

“Hmm…maybe this lamp will help you.”

Sans shrugged and nodded towards your direction. Luckily, his brother didn’t even bat an eye…eye socket? at the lamp.

“Sans!! You are not helping!! You lazybones!! All you do is sit and boondoggle! You get lazier and lazier every day!!!”

The stomping of his feet seemed to increase in force with each word he spoke. The short skeleton didn’t seem affected by his brother’s annoyance and continued to joke around.

“Hey, take it easy. I’ve gotten a ton of work done today. A skele-ton.”

He sent a wink towards your direction when he heard your covered snicker. It’s so bad that it’s funny, okay?

“Sans!!!”

“Come on. You’re smiling.”

“I am and I hate it!”

‘Same bestie same’

Papyrus sighed to get rid of his smile before continuing with his scolding.

“Why does someone as great as me have to do so much just to get some recognition…”

‘Damn, wish I had that confidence but at the same time that’s kinda sad Papyrus…’

“Wow, sounds like you’re really working yourself down to the bone.”

Sans shrugged while winking towards you once again. He chuckled, a little too loud, to cover the snickering that you weren’t able to keep in.

“UGH!!! I will attend to my puzzles as for your work? Put a little more ‘backbone’ into it!!!!”

Papyrus’ pun was followed by his loud and proud laughter. This time you giggled more because of his laugh being contagious than his bad pun. You were able to calm your giggling down when Papyrus left this zone. Only to laugh a little more when he came back to say a last ‘heh!’.

Once the coast was clear, Sans called out to you.

“Ok, you can come out now.”

‘Wow is it that obvious how gay I am?’

Standing up, you lightly pat your butt to get rid of the snow. Sending an disturbed look to Chara when they said ‘I can help you with that’ before walking in front of Sans.

“You oughta get going. He might come back, and if he does you’ll have to sit through more of my hilarious jokes.”

“Your brother doesn’t sound as threatening as I thought, he’s actually kinda cool.”

That comment made Sans’ smile widen, if that’s even possible.

“Huh, well my brother’s been kind of down lately. He’s never seen a human before, and seeing you might just make his day.”

And that just activated your people-pleaser switch.

However, you still have to be careful. Papyrus did mention the royal guard so that must mean he could know people from there or inform someone from there about you.

Looking to your right, you see Chara floating upside down and just trying to catch snowflakes with their mouth. Remembering that you can’t talk with them right now, you finally answer.

“...I’m going to think about it. Sorry, I don't want to make any rushed decisions.”

“That’s fine, thanks a million. I’ll be up ahead.”

As soon as he is out of your sight, you turn to Chara and practically ask them what to do with your eyes. They sigh when they notice the anxiety swirling through your eyes.

“It’s okay you can talk to Papyrus, he’s far from being a threat. Nothing bad will happen.”

That calms you down, giving them a nod you continue through the path.

A Floating Star!

Walking to it, you touch it while Chara does their narrating thing.

“It still fills you with curiosity how convenient the lamp was for you.”

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An encounter with a comedian named Snowdrake that Chara seemed annoyed at, and seeing a fishing rod with a photo of a monster with its number on the back. That was weird. Well now you finally advanced, in front of you was Sans and Papyrus in all their glory.

“So, as I was saying about Undyne…”

Stopping midway through his sentence, Papyrus notices you standing there awkwardly. Turning to his brother only to see him turned to you. When he turned to look at you again, Sans turned to him.

Yeah you get it. It just looked like they were doing a whole 360 with how fast they were turning.

Suddenly they stopped, making you flinch when the both of them were looking directly at you. Then they turn their backs at you and start talking ‘discreetly’ about you.

“Sans!! Oh my god!! Is that a human!?!?”

Looking at you once again, you turn your gaze to the snow to prevent eye contact. Chara noticed your uneasiness and started giving you head pats.

“Uhhhh…actually, I think that’s a rock.”

“Oh.”

Papyrus sounded somewhat disappointed but still suspicious.

“Hey, what’s that in front of the rock?”

“OH MY GOD!!! is…is that a human?”

“yes”

“OH MY GOD!!!”

‘What the…?’ 

“Sans! I finally did it!! Undyne will…I’m gonna…I’ll be so…POPULAR!!! POPULAR!!! 

POPULAR!!!”

Papyrus couldn’t even finish his sentences, moving his hands in all directions to show his excitement. Suddenly he cleared his throat to give a more ‘professional’ look. Looking directly at your direction, he pointed at your figure with his index finger.

“Human! You shall not pass this area! I, the great Papyrus, will stop you!!! I will then capture you! You will be delivered to the capital! Then…Then!!!”

Papyrus’ positions his hand under his chin while directing his gaze to the floor trying to think about his next words.

“I’m not sure what’s next.”

Sweat dropping at this, you glance quickly at Chara to see them giving you a smug look that screams ‘told you so’.

“In any case! Continue…only if you dare!!!”

With that, he turns to walk away while freeing a set of eager giggles that he couldn’t contain anymore.

Seeing this, you and Sans chuckle a bit before the skeleton turns to you.

“Well, that went well. Don’t sweat it, kid. I’ll keep an eye socket out for ya.”

Giving you a final wink, he turns to walk in the same direction his brother went. Taking a deep breath, you prepare yourself for whatever is about to come your way.

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After an encounter with a weird dog that apparently can’t see things that won’t move, you reunite with Sans in front of a frozen lake.

“Hey, here’s something important to remember. My brother has a very special attack. If you see a blue attack, don’t move and it won’t hurt you.”

‘Poor colorblind people.’

Thanking him for the advice, you continue walking. However, your foot slipped as soon as you took a step.

“HOLY SH-”

You forgot about the frozen lake and ended up falling on your back. Sans snorted behind you while Chara completely roared with laughter.

Massaging the back of your head that got slammed on hard ice, you groan while trying to sit on your butt. Sans approached you from the side of the lake, careful not to step too close to the ice.

“You okay bud?”

“There goes my spine.”

He chuckled and offered his right hand so you could get out of the ice. Once your crawling brought you close to the snow-covered floor, you were able to stand up.

“Better go before I humiliate myself even more.”

Sans gave you a small wave as you walked around the lake. Once entering the small path at the top, a glare was sent at Chara who was still trying to calm their laughter.

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After surviving Papyrus' life-threatening puzzles, resisting the spaghetti trap, living through the encounter with some dog guardians. and encountering a buff dog, you arrived at a long bridge. A few feet ahead, you could spot the skeleton brothers that have been entertaining you.

“Human! This is your final and most dangerous challenge! Behold! The gauntlet of deadly terror!”

Weapons surrounded you, a morning star, two spears, a cannon. However, not even the fire under you was the cause of your distress, but the fact that a dog was being held hostage with a rope dangling above you.

“When I say the word, it will fully activate!!! Cannons will fire! Spikes will swing! Blades will slice! Each part will swing violently up and down! Only the tiniest chance of victory will remain!!! Are you ready!?”

‘NO I’M NOT WHEN DID THIS GET SO INTENSE???’

“Because! I! Am! About! To do it!”

Preparing for the impact of the weapons, you stand there practically vibrating. Silence filled the area for a loooong minute and when nothing happened you gained a confused look.

“Well? What’s the holdup?”

Seems like Sans thinks the same as you.

“Holdup!? What holdup!? I’m…I’m about to activate it now!”

S i l e n c e . . .

“That, uh, doesn’t look very activated.”

‘STFU SANS IT’S BETTER THAT WAY’

“Well!!! This challenge!!! It seems…maybe…too easy to defeat the human with.”

Papyrus started to lose that confident look he carried before, as if he’s doubting his own decisions.

“Yeah! We can’t use this one!!! I am a skeleton with standards!!! My puzzles are very fair! And my traps are expertly cooked! But this method is too direct! No class at all!”

“Spitting facts king!”

The moment those words left your mouth, Papyrus brightens up and finally seems sure of his next words.

“Away it goes!”

‘THE DOG’

Not a good day for that dog as you can see. Chara wiped an imaginary tear with a tissue, mourning for the tragic fate the poor animal had to face.

Doing a 180 so you couldn’t see him, Papyrus let out a relieved sigh when the weapons were stored away. Turning back to you when he felt your curious gaze on him, he tried to act intimidating once again. 

“What are you looking at!? This was another decisive victory for Papyrus!!”

He tried doing a victory laugh but it ended up sounding a little unsure, opting to better walk away from you. Well now the bridge is free to advance.

‘Welcome to Snowdin Town!’

Read the banner with red and blue letters at your left. A shop was located right after it connected to an Inn, but what matters to you more is the floating star located between the structure along with the box!

You didn’t actually store a lot of items in the box, thinking it would be smarter to save them in your bag making it easier to retrieve anything. The only item in the box is the phone that Toriel gave you.

A guilty feeling clawed at you when you first had the idea, but after noticing how often you thought of calling her, you decided it would be best to leave it in order to resist the urge.

Touching the star and enjoying the tingly feeling, Chara does their narration.

“As your eyes land on the friendly town, a feeling of curiosity fills your soul.”

Separating your hand from the star, your gaze shifts towards Chara as they motion to enter the store. Once being in front of the door right next to them, you turn to them instead of walking in.

“May I know why you do this little narration thing?”

Chara looked taken aback by your question. Averting their hazelnut eyes from yours, they shrug before answering.

“It’s just to pass the time I guess.”

Humming at their response, you decide to enter the lovely looking shop. Your hands are practically about to fall off because of the cold, this is the first time you enter a building since leaving The Ruins.

A purple bunny dressed in a white tank top over a black bra is seen on the other side of the counter. What looks like a bucket hat is resting over her head with two holes for her ears to breathe comfortably. The bunny’s arms are crossed over her chest while her pair of orbs observe you.

‘sorrymommysorrymommy’

“Hello, traveller. How can I help you?”

‘OMGTHEBRITISHACCENT’

Discreetly taking deep breaths, you decide that it’s not the time to be a simp for a female bunny. That would make you a furry or Legoshi, you are not sure which one is worse.

“Hello, I would like to buy something from here.”

“What would you like to buy?”

Looking at the options available, a ‘cinnamon bun’ called your attention pretty quickly. It reminds you of the time you baked cinnamon rolls with Toriel.

“One cinnamon bun please.”

“One cinnamon bun on the way.”

Placing the money on the counter, the bunny takes it. While turning around to pick a paper bag and some tweezers, the bunny starts talking to you.

“I can’t remember the last time I saw a fresh face around here.”

Taking the cinnamon bun with the tweezers delicately, she had a happy expression on her face. However, it quickly changed to an almost suspicious one with her next question.

“Where did you come from? The Capital?”

Shaking your head ‘no’ while taking the bun when she offered it to you; the happy expression returned on her face.

“You don’t look like a tourist. Are you here by yourself?” 

“I’m with my friend.”

The words left your mouth before you could even think about them. Once realizing the mistake, you started to panic because she could talk to someone else about it. She did say that there’s not a lot of new people, so a stranger in town can surely become a hot topic.

“Oh! Are they waiting outside for you? It’s pretty cold, why don’t you invite them in?”

“I just stopped by for some food for them! We are actually gonna look for a place to rest…”

“If you are tired, you can take a nap at the inn. It’s right next door- my sister runs it.”

“Thanks, we’ll be heading there. Gonna get going, don’t want a popsicle as a friend.”

Nervously exiting the store and ending the conversation quickly, the bunny was only able to give you a goodbye wave. You rested your back against the cold wall as soon as the door closed and sighed deeply.

“What was that?! A friend?! Really?!”

“Oh I’m sooorry I thought of you! Of course I didn’t mean to! I forgot you are a ghost!”

“I’m literally see-through, how can you forget?!”

“I just got used to it okay?!”

“What will you do now if she tells someone else?! They’ll think you’re delusional when they see no one else but you!”

“You are just making it easier for them to see me yelling at the air!”

The both of you stayed quiet while staring at each other. After a hot minute, Chara suddenly blows air on your eyes.

“AUGH”

“HAHA I WIN”

Giving them a nasty glare, you turn around and enter the inn right next to the store. There is a counter with a pink bunny on the other side of it and what looks like a small white bunny, their ears barely peeking above the counter. Getting close to her, she gives a big smile when greeting you.

“Welcome to Snowed Inn! Snowdin’s premier hotel! One night is 80G”

Being too tired to care about the price, you leave the money on the counter. The bunny takes it and rummages through her desk before giving you a key.

“Here’s your room key. Make sure to bundle up!”

Offering her a smile, you go upstairs in search of the room given. It wasn’t hard as there are only two rooms in the Inn.

Opening the bedroom door, there’s only one twin-sized bed close to the left wall with a small circular table at its other side. A large rectangular table is placed close to the right wall and a lamp is located on the far right corner.

Standing still for a moment at the doorway, Chara watches as you take in the room’s appearance. Noticing the small frown on your face, they decide to ask about it.

“What’s the matter?”

“The bed is smaller than the one back in mom Toriel’s house.”

They gave you a look that shows complete disbelief.

“Are you actually being picky right now?”

“What?! No, you dumb hoe! I’m just saying that we might be squished together when lying down!”

“When did you get so comfortable to call me that?!”

Finally entering the room, you close the door right behind you before letting your body fall face-first on the bed. Extending your arms and legs to cover all the space possible.

“Hey move over!”

“No! Now there’s no bed for you!”

Although it came out muffled, Chara could still make out what you said. Groaning loudly and dramatically, they float over to you before letting themselves fall on top of your back.

Letting out a ‘oof’ you try to sit up while wiggling under Chara’s back.

“Get off, you freaking whale!”

“What? You are not enjoying being under my butt?!”

“That’s gross! We didn’t get close enough for this level of physical contact!”

Sighing frustratedly, you take the pillow of the bed before throwing it over your head with all your forces, which isn’t a lot. The complaints of your ghostly friend immediately filled your ears.

“You are just being plain rude!”

“And you are not?”

 “Fine I’ll get off you if I can sleep on the wall side.”

“Fuck no. I’m not getting my feet snatched by the boogie man.”

"That's why I want the wall side."

They chuckled evilly and rolled to the side so they could be between the wall and your body. You couldn’t get a second to breathe because your body was immediately kicked out of the bed.

“Oh fuck…I can’t believe you’ve done this…”

Getting up from the floor, you get rid of your shoes because the snow is now melting and starting to wet your socks. Turning off the lamp, you immediately jump on the space next to Chara while letting out a weird sound.

“Hahaha what is wrong with you???”

“Shut up is a law to do that when turning off the light.”

The both of you got under the sheets, but soon after you got comfortable Chara let out a squeal.

“Why did you leave your socks on?! They are humid and cold!”

“I’m not sleeping next to you with my bare feet! That’s gross!”

“Take them off and just keep your feet away from mine, what the f?”

“I just don’t want my feet to get snatched :c ”

Sighing they gave up and decided to let you be. The both of you stayed quiet for a minute, getting a little awkward since last time you both had a late night talk…it didn’t end up too well.

“Sooo…could you tell me more about your witch town?”

Chuckling a bit, you think about what to say. Sure you have many memories and tales to tell, but you guess it would be better to get all explanations out of the way before they get confused.

“Well, Mossgarde is not located in the human world.”

“...What?”

“We had to escape to another ‘world’ when the war with the humans started. Actually, it’s not common for us to come live here.”

“Then why did you move here?”

Cringing at their question made them apologize quickly. Shaking your head, you reassured them that it’s okay before answering slowly.

“...Well, I don’t know the details, I just saw my dad leave through the door when I was stargazing… I had never seen my mother do a spell so quickly, my ring and her necklace were done as soon as I blinked. She packed our things like crazy the very next day to move out.”

As if to prove your point, your right hand shakily reached your ring finger in your left hand. Starting to fidget to calm you down, the explanation continued.

“Something must have happened between them but mother never talks about it…or about anything for that matter. I guess the town brings bittersweet memories for her.”

The image of Chara hesitantly moving their hands is visible through your eyelashes. It wasn’t until their cold hands came in contact with yours that you noticed you weren’t fidgeting with the ring, but pinching your fingers’ skin.

“My mom completely forbids me from going to the witch world ever since…I haven’t even done my real initiation ceremony in The Capital.”

Noticing your saddened look at the mention of the ‘initiation ceremony’, Chara decides to change the subject to take your mind off of this.

“What does The Capital in your world look like?”

The way your eyes brighten once memories started flooding your brain made a wave of relief wash over them. They really don’t like how downhearted you look when your mother is brought up.

“It’s absolutely beautiful! Witches from all types and covens reunite there for celebrations!”

“What kind of celebrations? I never thought of it but do witches have a different culture?”

“Well, before the war, witches were all over the world. When our ancestors arrived in our new world, they decided to celebrate the festivities from each culture to make sure everyone feels included.”

The way their eyes widened made you chuckle.

“So all cultures are a part of you??? It would basically be celebrating something every day?”

“Let’s say a family has ancestors from Hawaii, they will reunite with other families that have at least one ancestor from there too to organize and celebrate whatever festival may come. If you don’t have an ancestor from there it’s your choice to celebrate or not.”

“That’s amazing…”

“Now that I’ve seen the human world, I realized that growing up like this avoids a lot of problems. I really don’t get why humans judge each other so much?”

“Humans are stupid. They are a bunch of cowards, being afraid of the things that are different from them.”

“I wouldn’t say cowards. Everyone tries to protect the ones they love and themselves before anyone else.”

Silence settled itself between the both of you, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed how they never let go of your hands. Seeing their hands encasing yours made a feeling of reassurance rise in your body.

“Thank you for trying to distract me from my mother. Usually, I never even think about her, but I guess my mind trusts you enough to talk so freely.”

Chara smiled at this, feeling accomplished…before you decided to freaking pull on their right cheek.

“You know too much. You can’t back down on this friendship now.”

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“Hiya! You look like you had a great sleep. I’m glad you enjoyed the room! Feel free to come back any time.”

Thanking the nice lady, you exit the Inn with Chara following. There was a small igloo with a signpost next to it and when you decided to check it out, your ghostly companion read it for you.

“Don’t want to walk to the other side of town? Try the undersnow tunnels! They’re efficiently laid out.”

“Undersnow? I will definitely freeze.”

Walking through town you decided to not start conversation with anyone, it’s better this way in case the bunny lady at the store did talk to someone about you. No, these are not excuses to justify your anxious ass.

When walking close to a decorated pine tree with wrapped presents at the bottom, you stayed a bit to admire the little colorful lights. A yellow dinosaur-like monster was standing close to the tree on its other side. He saw you through his peripheral vision and started calling out to you excitedly.

“Yo! You’re a kid too, right? I can tell ‘cause you’re not as tall as any adult here.”

‘damn okay-’

There was a building with ‘Grillby’s’ on top of it, but what catched your attention more is a mouse monster with big ears being wrapped on a large green scarf standing close by.

Not being able to contain your giddiness, you decide to start a conversation with the little mouse. However, you are surprised when the monster starts talking before you can.

“Everyone is always laughing and cracking jokes, trying to forget our modern crisis…Dreariness. Crowding. Lack of sunlight. I would join them, but I’m just not very funny.”

Then they ran off to play with the snow, but you stayed there. Thinking over their words made you feel so bad, it has been almost 200 years since everything happened…

A big sigh comes out of your mouth when you feel Chara’s gaze, giving them a small smile and motion with your head to keep walking.

“A Library!”

“It’s Librarby-”

Ignoring Chara’s correction, you don’t hesitate a second to walk in the building. It’s…way smaller than what you expected but the sight of books keeps your excitement alive!

Practically teleporting to the bookshelf on the far right corner, you grab a book and open a random page to see if it peaks your interest. Chara’s murmurs were audible too since they are reading from the same page.

“Love, hope, compassion…This is what people say monster soul’s are made of…but the absolute nature of ‘soul’ is unknown. After all, humans have proven their souls don’t need these things to exist.”

Closing the book, you hug it to your chest and move on to the bookshelf at your left. Taking a hold of another random book, you wait this time for Chara to read it.

“‘Monster History Part 4’ Fearing the humans no longer, we moved out of our old city, Home. We braved harsh cold, damp swampland, and searing heat…until we reached what we now call our capital. “New Home”. Again, our King is really bad at names…?”

That's how you spent the next 90 minutes. Taking a random book, reading a page, and deciding if you should take it. The problem is that with each book you laid your eyes on…you wanted to take it with you.

Now here we are, Chara trying to stop you from taking the whole pile of books you got in your arms. It took them all this hour and a half to convince you to leave already, they don’t wanna spend another hour and a half convincing you not to take 20+ books.

“You can't take that many books!”

“Wanna fucking bet?!”

“You don’t even need them!”

Standing still for a minute, there is a heavy staring contest between you two. Chara is standing in front of you with their arms and legs expanded to stop you from going to the counter.

Suddenly, you run to their direction but change your body position to the left in order to evade Chara’s arms, nearly getting hit with the table where the old ladies are seated. Practically throwing your body at the counter, the books are placed for the bird-like librarian to check them out for you.

“I want to take these!”

Chara attached themselves to your back like a koala and started hitting your head while scolding you. The librarian only nodded and started doing his work silently, confused about why you did that.

Happily skipping on your step, you hum a little tune as the books sit comfortably on your arms. Then, you walk behind one of the trees that are between the library and a house and sit criss-cross on the snow.

“If you wanted to take a piss you could have said so.”

“Shut up, that's gross.”

“How are we gonna carry all these books?”

Chara observed curiously as you simply colocated the books on the ground before taking your bag off. Scoffing, they cross their arms and sit just like you by your left.

“It’s not gonna fit, genius.”

Ignoring them, you open your bag and start storing each book until there’s nothing left. However, the bag looks the same as always as if there’s nothing inside.

“Infinite bag, genius.”

Blowing a raspberry at them, you get out of the tree zone and continue walking with an impressed Chara following suit, asking you tons of questions.

The snow started falling faster as you continued, becoming too much to the point frost was very visible on your cheeks.

Chara was staring at you worriedly, they want to take you out of here but as every timeline, Sans is watching for the encounter with Papyrus. He would surely see you talking to thin air and become wary.

The sound of a whine coming from you caught their attention as they were thinking of a solution. Running to the tree zone at your left, they watch as you fall to your knees and hurriedly place your shaking hands on the bark of a tree.

They couldn’t make out what you were saying, but they could definitely see the small leaves sprouting from your palms and covering that spot of bark and its surroundings.

The slow rise and fall of your chest showed the deep breaths you were taking, with each breath the frost seemed to disappear.

So much for not wanting Sans to be suspicious of you-

Hesitantly, Chara placed their hands on your shoulders to gain your attention. Giving a heavy sigh, you remove your hands from the tree and look at your ghostly friend.

“...I asked for their help.”

Chara looked at you questionably, not knowing what you meant by that. A yawn interrupted you when trying to speak, making you cover your mouth with your hand which still had some leaves that sprouted from it.

“Now I can endure the snow a bit more, just like this pine tree.”

Encasing your left hand in theirs, they admire and carefully touch the leaves that sprouted from your skin. Meanwhile, you are rummaging through your bag using your free hand, pulling out the neatly wrapped cinnamon-bun.

Sleepily muttering something, you take your left hand from Chara before dividing the cinnamon-bun in two. Chara looked at you incredulously as you offered the bigger piece to them.

“You just casted a spell- no. TWO spells. I'm sure you’re tired as hell!! Eat it all.”

They pushed the piece towards you, and surprisingly you were able to put up some resistance.

“I feel bad when I’m the only one eating. Please?”

A small staring contest started but before Chara could blow air on your eyes to make you lose, your eyes began to become glassy. A wave of panic washed over Chara, they have never seen you cry. Slightly grumbling, they swiftly snatch the smaller piece which was in your other hand.

“Fine. But you gotta eat the bigger piece.”

They shoved the cinnamon bun piece in their mouth before you could attempt anything else. Too tired to continue arguing, you sigh and start munching on your own piece. Once you finished eating, Chara offered their hands to help you stand up; taking a hold of your shoulders when you wobble slightly.

“It wasn’t enough huh?”

Rubbing your eyes a bit to adjust your sight, you turn to your friend and show a small smile.

“I’m fine, it’s mostly this ring’s fault. Kind of keeps me from using my powers to their fullest you know?”

The journey continued with you advancing slowly but surely.

“Then why do you wear it?”

“Uh…it’s been years since I’ve casted any spell without the ring…it could be dangerous.”

The snow started to become thicker to the point all you could see was white and Chara by your side. Then, from all the white cold, a black silhouette emerged.

“Besides, I don't want anyone to see my mushrooms and leaves…it’s kind of intimate….”

Papyrus began talking as soon as you finished muttering that to your friend.

“Human. Allow me to tell you about some complex feelings. Feelings like…the joy of finding another pasta lover. The admiration for another’s puzzle-solving skills. The desire to have a cool, smart person think you are cool.”

‘My brain is not brain-ing…’

“These feelings…they must be what you are feeling right now!!!”

‘The what now??? I just want to sleep bro…”

“I can hardly imagine what it must be like to feel that way. After all, I am very great. I don’t ever wonder what having lots of friends is like.”

‘Again, Papyrus, that is very sad.’

“I pity you…lonely human…”

“I have Chara, tho…I don’t think I’m lonely.”

Papyrus wasn’t able to hear you because of how low you muttered that, but maybe some did hear it. Even if you couldn’t see his expression, you were sure that the way he moved showed that he was smiling and excited. Offering a hand towards you as he said his next words.

“Worry not!!! You shall be lonely no longer! I, the great Papyrus, will be your…”

‘-bitch. sorry Paps for I have sin.’

Papyrus let his hand fall back to his side, looking at the ground while thinking. Reality seemed to sink in since he grabbed at his head with both hands.

“No…No. This is all wrong! I can’t be your friend!!! You are a human! I must capture you!!!”

‘Racist much??? wait- I’m not even human-’

“Then, I can fulfill my lifelong dream!!! Powerful! Popular! Prestigious!!! That 's Papyrus!!! The newest member…of the Royal Guard!”

Your white soul was put out of your chest as a battle began. Anxiety bubbles inside of you since Papyrus has never seen your soul, his reaction and opinion about it really does matter to you.

Chara’s narrating voice brought you out of your self-conscious episode. Making you notice how you are able to see Papyrus more clearly now, his reaction to your soul however showed pure, innocent curiosity.

“Papyrus blocks the way!”

Not knowing what to do, you decide to give him a compliment hoping it could make him change his mind.

“You know I actually admire your personality! You are so dedicated to your dreams which is something I would love to be able to do.”

This statement caught Papyrus by surprise, making his posture change and his hands to stim for a minute. Chara turned to look at you questionably and somewhat annoyed.

“What!? Fl-flirting!?”

Oh damn…is that what this is??? You were beyond confused. Never in your life did you think that being nice was considered flirting. Maybe that’s why boys tell girls that they are flirty b- that just ‘play with their feelings’. Stupid boys.

“So you finally reveal your ultimate feelings!”

‘I just wanna sleeeeeeeep’

“W-well! I’m a skeleton with very high standards!!!”

‘my standard is a love like the studio ghibli movies-’

Papyrus waited for your next statement, looking flustered but trying to hide it with a brave persona. When nothing came to your mind, you turned to look at Chara who sighed and moved close to your ear to whisper.

“I can make spaghetti…?”

“Oh no!!! You’re meeting all my standards!!! I guess this means I have to go on a date with you…?”

‘WHAT NO THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS…wait is it?’

“Let’s date l-later!! After I capture you!”

3 bone(r)s came your way at a slow pace, it was easy to dodge and you are thankful for that. If the attacks came faster (i’m sorry-) you would surely get hit because of how distracted you are, the question of how dates work still on your mind.

“Papyrus is thinking about what to wear for his date.”

“Chara I don’t have anything to weaaar…”

Chara rolled their eyes and instructed you to spare him. You did as told, wanting this awkwardness to end so you could throw yourself down a cliff.

“So you won’t fight…Then, let’s see if you can handle my fabled ‘blue attack’!.”

A bunch of blue bones came your way, remembering Sans’ advice you stayed as still as you could hoping that your shaking didn’t count as moving. Suddenly your soul turned blue out of nowhere freezing you in one spot, getting you an ugly scratch from a bone that flew close to your arm.

Hissing at the pain, you put as much strength as you could to move your left hand towards the scratch in your right upper arm.

“You’re blue now. That’s my attack! Nyeh heh heh!!!”

The feeling of a pair of hands being placed delicately on your shoulders made you look at your friend. They were staring at you worriedly; offering a small smile you signaled them that you are okay.

“You’re blue now.”

Taking a deep breath to somewhat calm your nerves, you stare determinately at Papyrus before continuing with the spare option. Papyrus didn’t care though as he was busy muttering to himself while being in a thinking pose.

“Hmm…I wonder what I should wear…”

‘Bestie are you for real??? thinking of the date after you just beat me???’

Even if it was harder to move since your soul was still blue, you were able to jump above the bones like a bad bitch. Your landing was a bit messy- but it’s still cool that you were able to jump!

“Papyrus is trying hard to play it cool.”

The attacks started becoming a little harder and quicker, walls of bones coming right after the last one. The combination of white and blue bones confuses you a bit from time to time. Thanks to Chara’s advice and directions you have been doing somewhat fine.

That is until the bones started becoming taller…

“Not too long and I will use that special attack!!!”

Chara could see that you are struggling with the jumps, they were planning on trying to carry you above the bones. Some bones were changing their size as they came at you, the middle bone becoming too tall to pass.

You were getting ready to accept that you died once again, but the pain never came. Opening your eyes slowly, the greenish barrier that has been slightly protecting you is visible. Sighing in relief, the barrier breaks as soon as you land on the ground again.

Glancing at Papyrus to check if he saw anything, you only see him putting some cologne. Noticing your stare, Papyrus puts the bottle away and clears his throat(?.

“This is your last chance…before my special attack!!”

Being now confident that the barrier will help you a bit more, you jump above the tall bones. This is getting annoying in your opinion…

“Behold…! My special attack!”

Awaiting the so-called special attack, all you see is the dog from before munching on a bone.

‘YOU ARE ALIVE!!!’

“What the heck! That’s my special attack! Hey! You stupid dog! Do you hear me!?”

Papyrus angrily marched towards the dog with his hands on his hips, making said animal stand on alert.

“Stop munching on that bone!!!’

The dog started to slowly back away towards the tree zone with the bone between its teeth.

“Hey!!! What are you doing!!! Come back here with my special attack!!!”

Papyrus was starting to run after the animal before the dog just disappeared in the woods. Standing still for a minute, there was an awkward ambience. Shrugging as if it was nothing, he returned to his previous spot while you watched amusingly.

“Oh well. I’ll just use a really cool regular attack.”

“Papyrus is getting ready for a regular attack.”

Papyrus sighed deeply, being disappointed that his attack was stolen, he spoke bluntly.

“Here’s an absolutely normal attack.”

An absolutely normal attack came your way, some bones even forming the words ‘cool dude’. Then a ton of bones came your way with an even bigger bone at the end. You jumped as high as you could but the barrier did appear when you almost got hit with the last bone.

Giving a big sigh of relief, you simply step above the small final bone. Papyrus started panting while resting his hands on his knees for support.

“Well…I…It’s clear…you can’t!...defeat me!!...Yeah!!! I can see you shaking in your boots!!! Therefore I, the great Papyrus, elect to grant you pity!! I will spare you, human!!! Now’s your chance to accept my mercy.”

You accepted his mercy without missing a beat.

For some reason all your surroundings became clearer and the snow stopped falling as soon as the fight came to an end, you’re just glad you are not that cold anymore. Papyrus turned away from you while playing with his hands.

“Nyoo hoo hoo…I can’t even stop someone as weak as you…”

‘bro????’

“Undyne’s going to be disappointed in me. I’ll never join the royal guard…and…my friend quantity will remain stagnant!”

Guilty started to sink in your gut, feeling like it’s your fault that Papyrus is feeling sad. Hesitantly, you decide to speak up.

“Um…I may not be the best qualified person…but I do want to be your friend if you allow me, maybe that way I’ll become just as great as you.”

Papyrus turned so fast you’re concerned he got whiplash. The way his eyes seemed to hold stars in them made a small smile appear on your face.

“Really?! You want to be friends, with me???”

A nod was instantly shown at him, his energy rubbing off on you. His smile widened, if that’s even possible, as he colocated his hands on his hips.

“Well then…I guess…I guess I can make an allowance for you! Wowie!! We haven’t even had our first date…and I’ve already managed to hit the friend zone!!!”

Your smile became a little strained as you were reminded of the dreadful date coming your way. You are not too sure about what he meant at the end of his sentence but eh whatever makes him happy.

“Who knew that all I needed to make pals was to give people awful puzzles and then fight them??”

‘Not sure about that one but at the same time…it’s kind of what Chara and I did???’

“You taught me a lot, human. I hereby grant you permission to pass through! And I’ll give you directions to the surface. Continue forward until you reach the end of the cavern.”

Pointing with his thumb at the path by his back, he gave you a big smile. Then que kneeled a bit to be at your height, making sure you hear the next directions.

“Then…when you reach the capital, cross the barrier. That’s the magical seal trapping us all underground. Anything can enter through it, but nothing can exit except someone with a powerful soul…like you!!!”

Eyes widening a bit, you pondered about this information. A human soul is surely powerful, they have traits that can become scary…specially determination. Witches’ souls are strong, sure…but you are not sure if yours is powerful.

“That’s why The King wants to acquire a human, he wants to open the barrier with soul power. Then us monsters can return to the surface!”

Then his expression turned serious as he remembered something.

“Oh…I almost forgot to tell you…to reach the exit, you will have to pass through The King’s castle.”

‘fuckno’

“The King of all monsters…he is…well…”

Waiting anxiously for him to finish his sentences, a small jump is produced out of you when his expression suddenly changes to a happy one once again. He sure has some mood swings-

“He’s a big fuzzy pushover!!! Everybody loves that guy. I am certain if you just say ‘excuse me, Mr. Dreemurr, can I please go home?’ he’ll guide you right to the barrier himself!”

‘I don’t think it’ll be that easy Paps…’

“Anyway!!! That’s enough talking!!! I’ll be at home being a cool friend!!! Feel free to come by and have that date! Nyeh heh heh!!!”

Then he ran away, weirdly floating above you…maybe you saw it that way because of how tired you are.

Sighing deeply you pondered about what to do now, maybe the date with Papyrus is gonna be more chill than continuing the journey. You start walking towards the side of the path where you came from.

“Never thought I would be asked on my first date this way…”

Chara immediately stopped on their tracks. Turning to them questionably, you see a look of disbelief painted on their face.

“Wait- You’ve NEVER been on a date before???”

An offended look plastered itself on your face. You prepare a remark, feeling embarrassed that they said it like that. 

“What about it?! Just saying since now that I won’t believe you if you tell me you had dates before.”

A smack to your head was delivered by an equally embarrassed Chara.

“It’s not like that! It’s just hard to believe that no one has ever asked you out…you are actually really attractive- no homo.”

‘Attractive? attractive?! Is that what they think of me?!’

“I mean if someone as good-looking as you has never been on a date, what hope do I have?”

A snicker left your mouth at that last statement, you never considered yourself good looking, thinking that you were pretty plain and normal. A thought crossed your mind, well Chara is already dead so you doubt they would get their date in the future.

Suddenly your hands were delicately taken by Chara’s cold ones. Their hazelnut eyes held a soft look as you both made eye contact.

“...Do you want to go on a date with me?’

Their question surprised you, that’s what you were gonna ask but they beat you to it. Taking your silence as something negative, they tried to explain themselves.

“I mean only if you want to! I already know how the date with Papyrus goes, and honestly I wouldn’t want that to be your first date experience…”

Chuckling at their rambling, you squeeze their hands to get their attention.

“I was actually going to ask you the same thing.”

The way a smile instantly formed on their face just felt right between you. Suddenly they started running to the other direction of the path, where Papyrus told you the journey would continue.

“Oh! Wait- where are we going??”

“Trust me I know a place!”

Because of the running you couldn’t stop to greet the other monsters that were seen in the new zone. Sans was about to call over to you but didn’t get a chance as Chara dragged you forward.

After a bit of running, Chara made you both go through a small hidden hallway. Only then was that they finally slowed down and allowed you to take in your surroundings.

Bright blue flowers littered this small zone along with blue typha, or water sausages, being close to a small lake of equally bright blue water. The grass looked like a darker shade of blue, being knee length tall makes it brush against your skin. However, differently from almost all the time this feeling didn’t bother you or trigger your sensory issues.

“Wow…this place is really pretty…”

While you were admiring the scenery, Chara was accommodating some things in the grass near the small lake. A small ‘hey’ took you out of your trance, looking at Chara you see that they put some plates with your favorite desserts.

Only that it was some of Toriel’s plates…and the desserts you baked at Toriel’s house…

“Where and when did you save all of this??”

“Where is magic, don’t question it, and I borrowed these while you were busy with Toriel on the day we were leaving.”

A small chuckle left your mouth, thanking them when they offered a cup of your favorite beverage. A wave of surprise washed over you when you took a sip to find out…it’s made just like you like it.

"How were you able to prepare it the way I like it?"

“Well…maybe I pay a little too much attention to you.”

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Even after the pastries were finished, the conversation was not. There was a lot of laughter and story-telling, mostly from you since it seems like Chara still has a hard time opening up about their past. Still they sure have a lot of jokes and interesting facts to tell.

The both of you were now seated close to the lake with your feet in the water, shoes discarded to the side. Chara was in charge of the music once again.

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Meteor Shower - Cavetown

“Looks like you’ve taken a liking to Cavetown…you have taste.”

“The songs put me at ease…”

As your Cavetown playlist fills the air, calmness wash over you when watching the small waves of the lake. On the other end, Chara is battling with something on their mind.

Looking at your hand, all they see is the ring. They want to ignore it, but…

“Could you take off your ring?”

You flinched at their question, shuffling a bit away from them. Thinking about it for a minute, your right hand shakily covered your left one unconsciously. They took your hands in theirs when noticing the doubtful expression; staring at your eyes for any sign to let go.

“It’s okay! I don’t say it to see you use your abilities…I just want to see what you look like.”

“I’m not sure…I haven’t been without it for so long…”

Giving you a calm look, they let go of your hands deciding not to pry any further. However, you continued to ponder over this, well your mother is not here to stop it and you won’t use your powers so…

Sighing shakily, you slowly take off the ring that has been keeping you grounded.

Chara observed as small mushrooms and leaves sprouted from your head, small dots littering your cheeks like stars, the pattern of fern leaves being printed on the visible skin from your neck.

SIlence fell upon you.

Out of nowhere, the ghost grabbed your face with both hands and brought it close to theirs.

“What?! You have freckles???”

Sparkles were practically radiating off of them, their eyes shining as much as the floating stars you’ve encountered. Being embarrassed because of their attention, and because no one has ever seen you in this form, you lightly push their face away.

“It’s only a trait from the black coprinopsis picacea mushroom…”

You pointed to a small black mushroom with white spots that was resting comfortably on the left side of your head to prove your point. Chara inspected closely the mushroom mentioned and compared it to your freckles.

“I think your freckles look more like stars, oh wait this one looks like a small flower-”

They continued to tell you what your freckles look like. Trying to keep count of how many freckles you have but getting lost after 30 something, counting the mushrooms on your head and the leaves that seemed forever stuck.

Once they finished, a comfortable silence settled between the both of you. The look of genuine tenderness Chara carried made you feel so safe, so at home.

They carefully brushed their fingers through your hair, and even if they are dead you could feel the warmth that action carried. Treating you like the most precious gem in the world, like you could break if they made the wrong move.

“AAH-”

Chara screeched as they were pushed into the water. What? You got nervous, this is the only thing that came to mind.

Your laughter filled the air and Chara’s ears as they came to the surface, their hair sticking to their face. Playfully scoffing at you, they threw some water with their hands at you. As a response you kicked water at their face.

“Oh you are so on.”

Suddenly they took you by your waist and threw you in the water. A squeal managed to leave your lips as your body sinked for a second before you resurfaced.

A fit of giggles was produced out of Chara as they heard your high-pitched squeal. The both of you started throwing water at the other for a minute before Chara threw themselves at you for a hug.

The both of you sinked in the water, and silently agreed for a competition to see who would last longer. In the end you lost, coming to the surface, you took a deep breath.

“Pfft- I’m a ghost, remember? I don’t even breathe.”

A gasp left your lips as you stare at them with a look of betrayal. Water was rapidly thrown at their face as they laughed at you.

“You cheated! I didn’t know that! Of course you would win!”

Chara just floated on their back and pointed upwards to catch your attention. Looking up, you were mad at yourself that you failed to noticed the stars imitation on the top of the cavern

“Wow…”

Changing your position so you could float on your back too, you lightly move your feet to go in the direction Chara is. When your head lightly hits their stomach, they take your hand to accommodate your position so the both of you are side to side.

“Those are gemstones.”

“...I think it’s prettier than what we are able to see on the surface.”

After a while, you had to come out of the water so your clothes could get dry before entering Snowdin again. Laying on the soft grass side by side, you took one of the books you borrowed from the library and started reading. Chara rested their head closer to your shoulder so they could read with you.

The both of you stayed like that, reading together and hearing the calm sounds of water. Being in each others’ presence.

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Collywobbles:

Butterflies in the stomach.

New song added to Chara Tape A!

Meteor Shower by Cavetown

New song added to Y/N Tape A

Matilda by Harry Styles

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sorry if you saw the first version- it just didn't convince me entirely.

#charadreemurrxreader #chara dreemurr #chara x reader #undertale x reader #x reader #witch reader #reader insert #gender neutral y/n #genderless #fanfic

[tickle-page]

Day 22- Skeleton

Mikey, Donnie, Leo, and Raph

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Donnie and Leo, Raph’s just watching😌

Summary: Mikey decided to dress up as a skeleton for Halloween as soon as he woke up. He couldn’t wait for tonight so he wanted to do it, not realizing Donnie and Leo would want to tickle him.

A/N: This takes place when Mikey is 13, Donnie and Leo is 14, and Raph is 15. Mikey is just too damn cute, I have to give him some tickles. I’m not really good at making jokes like Leo, but I’ll try to capture his humor😭.

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“Hey guys, how do I look~” Mikey posed like he was flexing his muscles in his skeleton costume. He had a full back suit w/ white stripes indicating bones.

Donnie and Leo was currently making Raph look like a clown for his costume. Donnie working w/ the costume while Leo was working w/ the makeup. The three ninja turtles all looked up stopping what they were doing, gasping and awing at their cute little brother. “OMIGOSH!! You look so cute, Mikey!!” Donnie and Leo both rushed over to him, hugging him and complementing him on how adorable those bones looked on his tiny body. Though it was totally out of Donnie’s character to do that, but he couldn’t help it, Mikey did look cute standing there.

Leo was pinching his cheeks, while Donnie was grabbing the fabric on his suit saying something like “What is this made of?” The orange ninja turtle couldn’t control his giggles, making them audible to his two older brother’s hearing. Even Raph.

“You tryna look big and bad when ur this ticklish?” The second oldest brother teased, making his little brother avoid eye contact giggling again, but instead of ticklish giggles, they were nervous ones.

“DHohohon’t even Leo, ur the most ticklish turtle, if I ever seen one.” Mikey giggled pushing away their hands which hasn’t even started moving, yet.

“Ok? What if I am~? We need to tickle you to find out, right?” Leo smirked eyeing his younger twin brother. Like twin telepathy, the third oldest one knew what his older brother was saying and pounced on the youngest one, supporting the back of his neck so he won’t have a severe head injury, or smthing.

“Be careful now, guys. We don’t want Mikey not being able to go trick or treating bc he got tired from the torture u boys put him through.” Raph laughed.

Donnie used his arms that extended from his shell and pinned Mikey’s arms above his head. “Whahahahait, guys. We cahahan talk about this rihihihigt?”

“Nope.” Leo quickly said, tickling his sides. Squeezing them, and scratching them. Scribbling up to his bottom ribs and back down to his waist line. “Hey, Donnie, why are skeletons so calm?”

The scientist knew his older brother would make some type of skeleton joke, “Idk Leo, why?”

“Because nothing gets under their skin. Hahahah!!” Leo tickled the sides of his stomach. At this point Mikey doesn’t know whether to laugh at the joke or the tickling. He’s kinda doing a little bit of both, though, Donnie was not phased.

“Ohihohohokay, okay. I got another one for u, Donnie. This one will sure to make you laugh. What does a skeleton buy at a resteraunt??”

“Ugh, I don’t know Nardo.” Donnie sighed, rolling his eyes at his brother’s useless puns, but they seem to be effective for Mikey.

“Gaghahahahaha, Leo! Plheheheheegease!!” The orange ninja turtle withered in place.

“Spare ribs!!” Leo clawed at Mikey’s ribcage, vibrating a finger in the digits playing the counting game, as he knelt down and nibbled on his ribs. “Mmmm~ these taste so good, got any bbq, Donatello?”

“Pfft- shut up.” Donnie snickered, but Leo wanted him to laugh at a joke, not snicker.

“Ok ok, fine, one more. If this doesn’t make u laugh, then the only thing that will, is being tickled. Why didn’t the skeleton laughed at the joke, Mikey?” Leo stopped his tickling so his youngest brother could answer.

“Ahahah… Ihihi, don’t know. Why?”

“Because he didn’t have a funny bone.” Leonardo tickled his elbows, making the latter scream and bounce. “Donnie? I think we just found Mikey’s new worst tickle spot.” Leonardo grinned, exploiting the new area.

“NOHOHOHOT THERE!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE!!!”

Donnie laughed at his reaction, joining his twin brother. Let’s just say, the disaster twins only stopped because his younger brother was pleading for his life.

#tickling #rotmnt tickle #rotmnt #lee Mikey #Ler Donnie #Ler Leo #ticklish Mikey #Rotmnt Mikey #Rotmnt Donnie #Rotmnt Leo #Rotmnt Raph

[lovournatural]

any Supernatural blog that posts only pictures/scenes of Sam and Dean immediately makes me scared for my life. it's a wincestie dog whistle.

#i deadass saw an account named incest-coded dean today it made me want to claw my eyes out #they trick you by making a funny joke about a side character and then u click their account and its a castiel hate blog 😭. #i snatch my like back so quick. #Supernatural #SPN #deancas #Destiel #dean is bi #dean winchester #castiel

[cinnamon-harry]

Heyo! Do you write starfox? The eros whom Harry played? If you do! Could you do one where reader is odin daughter/son? Like sister or brother of Thor and loki?

hellooo!! unfortunately i do not write starfox (if i’m being honestly i’m not exactly sure how to navigate around his character with just that little snippet at the end of the movie😭) so if anyone knows of a fic like this pls drop it in the inbox :))

BUT i see u and i see the vision. funny enough, i was actually thinking abt this the other day, so i now raise you this: starfox/eros x reader with enimies to lovers trope✨

long ass blurb thingy/word vomit under the cut!

initially, when i thought of this plot, i had imagined the reader to be the daughter of heimdall, but honestly this could work with odin as well (you’ll see why)

I would also like to add that in this plot, thanos happened, so he did kill heimdall (your dad) and as a result, this is slightly what fuels your resentment towards eros bc, as we all know, he’s thanos’ brother. however, eros does not know this information about your dad and you don’t tell him.

so basically reader, the daughter of heimdall, somehow ends up being stuck with eros on some kind of mission type deal. at first you push past the fact that his brother literally killed your father and chose to at least give him a chance to get on your good side, but you find yourself irate by his cockiness and lewd behavior towards you (he makes it very clear that he thinks you’re attractive).

eros has, on multiple occasions, tried to use his powers to seduce you, but with your powers and heightened senses (inherited from heimdall) you can tell when he attempts to do it, so you never fall victim to his tricks. cue this tiny little spiel i conjured up whilst thinking abt this:

right, so then you two carry on, you don’t quite get along but you’re a pretty good team when you work together. there’s little moments where eros actually won’t be such a dumbass and is a little sweet and you find yourself starting to look at him differently.

whenever the two of you are in battle, he carries his joking mannerisms onto the playing field and at one point it puts you in danger, risking your life, and you snap at him, have a little fight yeah yeah.

and then finally at some point during your mission, someone brings up thanos killing your dad and eros is shocked to learn this new information. he walks after you when you storm off and confronts you about it. cue this little thingy i wrote:

and then a lot of sappy sob shit happens and from there on out the two of you are pretty civil with each other, with the occasional snappy comments. then eventually you admit your feelings, things unfold and you two somehow end up together.

and of course there’d be little sprinkles of smut here and there, maybe a little hate fucking but yeah that’s pretty much all i could think of😭

#starfox/eros x reader #starfox x reader #eros x reader #marvel #harry styles blurb #harry styles #harry styles fanfic

[shotorozu]

OKOK I WAS READING THESE HQ THREADS THEN I SAW IT ON TIKTOK (IF THAT MAKES SENSE) Basically you ask ur bf for these feminine products that don’t exist (ex: coochie cleaner 3000) IM SORRY LMFAOO I WAS WONDERING IF U CAN DO BAKUGOU,SHINSO AND A CHARACTER OF UR CHOICE,HERES THE TT DONT MIND MY PROFILE THAT WILL MOST LIKELY SHOW UP IF U COPY N PASTE THE LINK https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe6U22uM/

getting non-existent feminine products

(tiktok prank)

character(s) : amajiki tamaki, bakugou katsuki, shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

legend : [Y/N = your name] afab! reader, but they/them pronouns used, quirk not mentioned

headcanon type : crack, fluff (x reader)

note(s) : i choose tamaki because i’ve been lacking with him lately but NWNDNWKX please this trend is so funny 💀

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amajiki tamaki

the fact that he even has to get you feminine products was enough to make him blush

yeah, even though he had to get you feminine products in the past— he’s still quite shy about getting them in the grocery store (it’s the stares, not the concept)

WHAT MORE WHEN YOU DECIDED TO PRANK HIM?? poor tamaki

“tamaki, could you buy me more feminine products?” and he stops in his tracks, and a blush spreads on his cheeks “s-sure. what do you want me to get?”

“cooch pouch version 2.”

he blinks, and it looks like he has to pass out, “c-come again?”

“cooch pouch version 2. it’s in purple and pink packaging, tama!” the fact that you’re not even the slightest bit of embarrassed, makes him shake.

“okay, bunny. just stay here.” he sighs, and gets out of the car— and that’s when tamaki set off to get you ‘cooch pouch version 2’

he was looking around the feminine product isle, and he was literally about to ditch everything, run back to the car and cry himself to sleep, when he couldn’t find ‘cooch pouch version 2’

“may i help you, sir?” an employee finally decides to offer their services, when they noticed that tamaki was stuck in the isle for quite sometime.

okay tamaki. you’re a part of UA’s big three. there’s no need to be nervous because of this. he reassured himself first, before asking “d-do you have c-cooch pouch version 2?”

the employee blinks, “uh. cooch pouch version 2?” they ask again, and tamaki— very reluctantly, nods.

the walk back to the car felt shameful. “so? did you find it?” you discreetly film his reaction, and he shakes his head, absolutely mortified

“they,, didn’t have it.” tamaki whispers, a very aggressive blush on his face was evident. “i’m so sorry, bunny. they were nice, and i really tried—”

you just laugh. “no, it’s okay tamaki. you don’t have to look anymore.” you reassure him, patting him on the shoulder

you had to reassure him on your way back home 💀 he was just so mortified. you just agree to yourself that you’re never going to do that again

but on the brighter side, the tiktok did well, gathering 800k likes and 2.5M views. the comments were laughing at him, but they also felt REALLY bad

bakugou katsuki

katsuki’s already your errand boy, when it came to feminine products. he’s practically desensitized to it. even though he acts like he’s so annoyed by it

he’s so confused when he hears ‘super jumbo tampon deluxe; ribboned edition.’ and he’d like to say that he isn’t judging you

but he is, and it’s hard. “the hell’s that?? what are you even putting down there??” and you chuckle at his reaction

“don’t tell me you’re wussing out— on feminine products,” you tease, and he knows that. but he still rolls his eyes

“shut up. i’ll go get them, you’ll see.” he claims, opening the car door and marching off the to store

when he enters the feminine products section, he practically scans every single row for the packaging that has super jumbo tampon deluxe; ribboned edition on it’s front

but then there’s none. so then, that’s when his ruby red irises scan again, and again.

and of course, katsuki radiates intimidating energy— so no one dared on asking him what he was looking for especially in the feminine products section

katsuki— wanting to find the product, hesitates on asking for help, but he does anyway.

the employees blink, but they don’t want to question his motives— the expression on his face was enough to make them search the entire isle

afterwards, katsuki angrily marches back to the car— a slight blush showcased on his cheeks, most likely coming from shame

“so?” you have your phone in one hand, but it’s not very obvious that you’re filming him. “did you get it?”

“you.” he opens the car door, and slides right in, “you. humiliated. me.”

you laugh at his expression, “so i’m guessing that’s a no?”

“DUMBASS, SUPER JUMBO TAMPON DELUXE; RIBBONED EDITION DOESN’T EVEN EXIST. I LOOKED LIKE A FOOL.” he exclaims, irritated and humiliated by the entire encounter

and when you revealed that it was a prank, he,, wasn’t very pleased.

katsuki takes away your kissing privileges, and he’s in a rather silent mood for the rest of the day— but he says he’ll forget about it, if you’ll cook him dinner

you posted the tiktok after you got home, and everyone just assumed you passed away in the hands of your boyfriend 💀 at least you’re tiktok famous now

shinsou hitoshi

again, also very desensitized to the idea of getting you feminine products— since, it’s not something that you can CONTROL freely

and he’s not in the right place to judge you anyway

he won’t make a big deal out of it, hitoshi will just get your products, and then camouflage it with things from the snack isle

so, hitoshi’s questioning you— when you asked him to buy ‘urethra padding cleanser’ since he’s also familiar with the feminine products isle

he wasn’t aware on what THAT even was, it’s pretty obvious— due to the fact that his eyes were wide like saucers.

“kitten, do you need to go to the doctor?” he asks— he’s half joking, but he’s also half serious because wtf is a urethra padding cleanser??

“no,” you shake your head, “you said you wouldn’t judge.” you fein being bashful, and this seems enough to trick him

“right, sorry kitten. it’s just very concerning that you’d need something like that”

you blink, and he raises his hands up in defeat “i’ll,, try to find it.” even though he isn’t very convinced that he’d find it

he enters the isle, and he scans every single row— and to no one’s surprise, he can’t find it

hitoshi decides to look around again, and when he turns around— there’s a clerk there, smiling at him, and also at his assistance

“hello! do you need help in finding something?”

thank you, store employee. he’s glad he doesn’t have to ask “i,, guess you could say that. uh, does this store have a ‘urethra padding cleanser’?”

the store clerk looks at him like he’s gone mad. “uh,” they look through the isle once again, “i’ll be right back, we’ll need some assistance.”

it doesn’t take long for him to realize that ‘urethra padding cleanser’ doesn’t. even. exist.

he decides that it’s probably best for him to buy some snacks— because leaving the store empty handed feels weird to him.

the tall man apologizes to the staff as he leaves, and the walk back to the car is basically one long walk of shame

“it doesn’t exist,” hitoshi’s quick to say, placing the snacks in your lap— “urethra padding cleanser doesn’t exist. i should’ve trusted my gut.”

you snicker, and you’re glad that you’re filming his reaction— because the look on his face is just priceless. “did you ask for help?”

“i did, actually. they looked at me like i was on some weird shit,” he turns his head, and he’s now facing you “i’m never doing that again.” even though he actually goes back your next cycle, and gets you everything

when you finished recording the tiktok— and also when you revealed that it was all a prank, hitoshi looks SO done

“who would’ve guessed,” he sighs, laying his head on your shoulder “you got there, Y/N. i’ll give you that.” and you’re lowkey lucky that he loves you a lot to not even care 💀

you upload the tiktok in the following hours, and it does great. the comments were mostly laughing at his reaction at the end and they were also sympathetic for him

it somehow managed to get to kaminari’s fyp— considering that he sent you a video of him laughing hysterically the tiktok 🗿

needless to say, hitoshi will ask you if it IS a real product, the next time you make him buy products with,, weird and questionable names

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[babytortie]

unexpected

unexpected. ❘ stanley uris x reader.

a/n: this was requested by anon - love ur recent stanley fic! was wondering if you’re cool with doing a smut for him? (aged up of course!) if you’re comfortable, could you make the reader more dominant in bed/stanley being more submissive? perhaps and enemies to lovers, hate sex type. other than that, any plot line is just fine.

* hope this lives up to your expectations! tyty for requesting this one.

summary: in which stanley and reader argue worse than richie runs his trashmouth. after burning some pent-up tension one day, the two take a turn for the better and become more than just enemies.

warnings: s m u t. some fluff at end. <3

contains: enemies to lovers, degrading, hair tugging, harsh kisses w/ slight blood, mild orgasm denial, praises, rough and unprotected sex.

* all characters ( including reader ) of the loser's club are 18+ in this one-shot.

~ 3.4k words.

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, a magazine placed on your lap, and beverly's head rested on your shoulder, looking at the pages with you.

it was the summer and the group was all back home on break from college. the loser's wanted to hang out and all eight of you were at bill's house right now. on various couch cushions and seats in the living room. his parents were away for the night and the seven brought clothes to stay at his just in case it got a bit late.

"oh, do you think he's hotter? or him?" bev asked, leaning in closer to point at the page. it was some magazine about the hottest actors of the year, achievement wise. though some hot men that were in it was currently grabbing beverly's, well, and your attention too. you glanced down at the page, slightly comparing both actors and voiced, "definitely him."

the guys overheard this and rolled their eyes. they were taking turns playing on bill’s newest nintendo sixty-four. on the floor below you, sat the four a few feet away, this was because they wanted to be scooted closer to the television. even though it was perfectly fine to put their backs against the couch. typical males.

you worried for their eyesight, especially richie’s, since right now he and bill were battling on some game you didn’t know the name of while being too close to the screen. eddie was on a chair next to the couch and sat by you, wheezing as he watched how close of a tie it was between them. mike and stanley were sitting on the floor with them on either side, cheering on who they wanted to win.

this was while ben sat on the other side of bev and read some book that just came out earlier this week. a quarter of ben’s focus was on his hand. it was resting on beverly’s thigh and drawing small, mindless shapes in content. the two were newly dating after pinning on each other for forever.

"i think we should play would you rather!" mike turned his head and suggested after hearing your conversation with the red head. bill had just died on the game causing richie to jump up and cheer while blowing out the other three's ear drums.

ben closed his book and sat up straighter. he took a glimpse over at beverly to see what her decision was. eddie hesitantly agreed when you and bev nodded. “s-sure!” bill got up and pulled stan with him.

one weekend about four years ago when the denbrough’s were home and bill had the group of losers over, they noticed how you all squished on the seats in the living room. surprising bill with an extra couch a month after this, they were able to successfully squeeze it into the room and push it against the other wall.

the four others started to pile on the other couch a few feet away from the three of you and eddie who still sat on the single chair next to you. beverly pulled her head up and leaned over to whisper in your ear, “be nice to stanley please.”

knowing it wasn’t funny, looking at her anyway with a confused expression, you lied. "stanley who?" she immediately turned her neck back at you, probably receiving some whiplash and raised an eyebrow to challenge you.

"i'm serious y/n." beverly laughed dryly. you sighed and replied a short agreeable response. “alright bev, as long as he doesn’t start it, then i won’t do anything.” after, you zipped your lips and threw an imaginary lock in the direction behind eddie.

she smiled at you in thanks and then you two turned towards the room, noticing everyone was ready. “b-being as it w-was mike’s id-dea, he can g-go first.” bill announced while glancing around the room.

mike nodded and turned to the one who still wore coke-bottle glasses years later. “richie, would you rather never wear underwear again or never wear socks again?”

ben and bill stifled a laugh, already knowing what his response was going to be. eddie rolled his eyes as richie answered, “underwear since i go commando sometimes anyway.”

you put your finger in your mouth, pretending that you were about to throw up and mike shook his head at richie. you turned to your right and left, seeing eddie’s and beverly’s disgusted faces.

”okay, eddie spaghetti.” he paused. the seven of you looked at eds, who had already put his hand over his face in annoyance. you and beverly laughed when the shorter boy muttered, “here we go.” richie smirked and continued. “would you rather, accidently send a nude to your boss or your parents? and by parents i mean your mom and i.”

he rolled his eyes, “absolutely not richie. my mom would never get with you and i would die of embarrassment if it were sonia. she’d probably kidnap and lock me in my old room, never to be seen again. probably boss.”

eddie turned to you after the group cackled of laughter, especially richie at the response he was given. the two of you currently shared a science class together in college and the asthmatic based some of his question off of this. "alright y/n, would u rather hook up with one of football players or with mr. jackson down at the science lab?”

you placed the palm of your hand on your cheek, into a thinking position and replied. "well, i kind of answered that question at last weekend’s party?" beverly jumped up at this and gasped. "no way! with which one?"

"i don’t kiss and tell." you smirked. the others gagged at that. “ah okay, i see. that’s where you went when we couldn’t find you again.” ben commented. stanley had been a bit quiet during the conversation and decided to speak up. adding to this, while looking at you pointedly. "you kind of just did tell and admitted at the fact that you sucked off some guy.”

you weren’t usually the type to get flustered during conversations like this. instead owning it as if you weren’t bothered. this helped you avoid any teasing or any richie’s usual jokes. "at least i'm getting some!" muttering in stanley’s direction.

"i swear if you guys argue for one more minute, i'm going to shoot myself. go y/n. it’s your turn." mike spoke up in between you and stanley, trying to get the game rolling again.

you smiled, feeling a little eager at the next question. you looked at the curly haired sitting across the room from you. the others groaned knowing you were about to pick on him in some kind of way. "uris. for the rest of your sex life, would you rather be the top or bottom?”

he blinked in your direction, probably wanting to smack you for the inappropriate question. “depends, is it with anyone specific?” you looked down sheepishly, then back up. is this a trick question? i mean sometimes you did find stanley a little bit too attractive. “do you want it to be?” deciding to quip back with equal attitude, you asked.

the group looked between the two of you while waiting for a response from uris. the tension was so thick that it could be cut with a knife. letting out a scoff in return, he looked at you in the eyes and glared. speaking in a low tone, you almost didn’t hear him. "uh, i don’t know.”

"what do you mean? you don’t know?" richie snickered.

bill, beverly, ben, and mike started to get the picture together. eddie figured it out just a second before them, when you burst out giggling. before you could stop from helping yourself, you let out a harsh jab. “oh shit, that explains why you’re always so uptight! maybe you should unbutton some of that polo? might help so you aren’t choking on all that innocence."

that only made matters worse, the last pin in place to set him off. stanley angrily spewed some words under his breath. only catching your name, you figured it was most likely something badly about you. quickly getting up from his spot, his curls bounced up and down when he rushed upstairs to one of the bedrooms.

the others watched him disappear from the top step sadly and looked back at you with the look. you had the decency to look a bit guilty, an awkward grimace on your face. "uh, why are you all looking at me like that?"

eddie leaned over to elbow you and gave his puppy dog eyes in pleading. you sighed but started getting up anyway. you laced your hands together in front of your stomach, nerves a bit jittery at being in a room alone with him. "well, to state my case we were all having that kind of discussion! if he wasn't such a prude..." you trailed off.

ben got up, patting your shoulder. "we all know this but stanley is sensitive about these kinds of things. go apologize while we're on break now and we’ll get some drinks going."

you nodded and turned back around, starting towards the stairs and walked up slowly. richie decided this was a good time to be the loud trashmouth that he is and shouted. "it was nice knowing you, y/n!"

shaking your head, you reached the last step and rounded the corner. hearing a slap noise, you assumed tozier was probably getting hit on the back of his head. a moment later a "beep beep" came from mike and you let out a small laugh in relief that they had your back against the loud mouth.

strolling down the hallway, you spotted the second guest bedroom door closed and decided to knock on it. stan heard a faint knock and got up from the bed to open it, seeing y/n he groaned. "oh, it's just you."

you ignored his disappointed comment and bit your lip. looking up and down to observe his new look. he must have just changed. wearing a regular light blue t-shirt and grey sweats. you shook your head and looked up to see his grin, catching you in the act of checking him out.

rolling your eyes in response, like he usually did and walking around him, you closed the bedroom door shut after stepping inside. you grabbed a handful of stanley’s shirt and pushed him against the back of the door. more like he allowed you to do this but you were definitely in control of the situation.

you leaned in towards him and swiped the back of your thumb over his bottom lip to test his reaction. when he didn’t swat your hand away, you went on the tip of your toes and brushed his lips against yours.

stanley gasped into your mouth and deciding to use this as an opportunity, you placed the tip of your tongue on the bottom of his lip. right before you could actually do this, he apparently read your mind and left his mouth open purposely. you wanted to slap him.

nonetheless, he allowed you total access. surprising him on purpose, you shoved your tongue in his mouth. wishfully thinking about how you wanted to somehow choke him with it. he grabbed both sides of your shoulders and scooted you closer, clashing his teeth with yours. not wanting to let up the control he tried to grab, you grasped the back of his neck tightly and felt light-headed. sensing wetness pooling between your thighs from enjoying this too much, you cursed to yourself.

a small moan escaped out from your lips and as if it was his fault, you nipped his bottom lip. you tried to quickly get rid the thought of ever giving into stanley uris. he hissed sharply, tasting slight blood from the nick. uris mumbled. "bitch."

this angered you more. pulling away from his lips, you put on a fake smile. moving in a bit closer to mess with the collar of his shirt, you tugged on it roughly, your face still close with his. "ready to not be a virgin anymore, virgin?" you retorted.

he smirked, "as long as i'm not one anymore, i don't care who it's with. even someone like you." he emphasized in a nasty tone. you pulled the shirt up over his head and uttered out. "shut the hell up." stan hummed happily after his shirt was pulled up to see that you were glaring from his reply. the two of you heard loud steps down the hall by the stairs, so you placed a finger over his mouth.

after a moment later, you heard what you assumed was someone in the bathroom, closing door the shut. letting out a breath not realizing you were holding it, stanley took this as a distraction to slip your finger into his mouth. you gasped, eyes widening, "what the hell!"

pulling your hand back, you spoke and stared in his eyes to let him know just how serious you were. "here's how it's going to go if you want to get laid, uris. we're doing this my way. don't play around anymore and definitely don’t talk too much so i can picture literally anyone other than you."

stanley looked into your eyes, searching for any hints of a lie from your remark. when he saw your eyes looking clearly back into his, he sighed in defeat. not letting it show, he grinned nastily. ”fine by me, y/l/n.”

"now, bird-boy are you sure you can handle this?" you stated more than questioned, an eyebrow quirked up. you held onto the top of his sweats with an eyebrow quirked up. he clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth together so hard he hoped they wouldn't crack. "fuck you y/n."

“no, that’s what i’ll be doing to you.” disagreeing and putting your palm over him. “what do we have here?” you asked out loud, in general all snarky. he let out an annoyed noise when he felt you tease fingertips across his hard length. so, in retaliation, he grabbed your wrist and pushed the palm of your hand harder onto him.

you gasped at how big he was. you tried to cover the surprise, a ‘tsk, tsk’ falling from your lips. not letting go quickly enough stanley noticed this and smirked at you. frowning, you murmured. "ever heard of patience? such a bad boy."

uris let out a small, quiet groan from feeling your hands come off of him. which was something you caught and figured having teased him enough, you put your hands around the waistband of his pants. tugging them off along with his boxers. afterwards you pushed him down onto the bed and before he could do anything, you quickly made work of your shirt. pulling it over your head and unclipping your bra as well.

he put a hand through his curls, smoothing them out from the fall when he fell into the comforter. watching you, he could feel himself hardening painfully. he felt needy and done with the wait. pulling your wrist closer he pleaded. “come on, hurry. please y/n.”

”fine, you’ve waited long enough like a good little boy.” stanley flushed at your approving compliment and tried to hide it, looking down. you saw this when you moved to sit on top of him and smiled. grabbing his chin lightly, you tilted his head back up. while looking into his light brown eyes, you held his wrist and tugged his hand so it laid over on top your breast.

stanley’s breath hitched and you moved inwards toward his neck. your warm breath was touching his skin, feeling cheeks reddening more. uris felt, palmed, and squeezed a little as you sucked small hickeys on his neck. not to dark but enough to be just visible if one were close up.

kissing his cheek and tilting back up, he dropped his hand and you happened to see his cheeks and neck all red. the quick switch of his attitude still shocked you to the core. ”are you sorry for calling me a bad name, baby?” he ignored your comment like a brat and kissed the inside of your wrist. you melted a little in his touch before going back to the task at hand.

you slowly let out of his grasp to unbuckle the belt and unbutton your shorts. you shimmied out of them and wanting to hurry up, you just moved your panties to the side and out of the way. pumping him a few times, you started to align him to your center. before you moved down onto him, you placed your hand on his cheeks in a sweet gesture and silently asked for reassurance. he nodded and you slowly slid down into him, both of you letting out small moans. “feel so good.” you muttered.

stilled for a moment, you let yourself adjust to his length and him to the feel. your hips went back up and you moved in forward, kissing him again. it slowly turned into a sloppy make out when you slammed your hips back down again. his tongue shoved in your mouth when you gasped in pleasure. after you found a rhythm you babbled on and on about how stanley was doing so good for you.

"i need you to put your fingers on my clit and rub." you said softly but still in a demanding tone. directing his hand exactly where you wanted it, you nodded when he looked at you again. his fingers moved quickly, drawing out an orgasm that you felt nearing.

lacing your fingers through his curly hair. stanley let out a loud moan as you tugged the locks. "now for the sake of you being able to cum, i'm going to ask again. are you sorry my baby boy?" he really didn't want to have to see the satisfactory in your face if he apologized. though, after a small moment went by, he realized that you weren't joking.

he let out a small, almost incoherent whine. pleading you with his big hazel eyes, "i-i'm sorry y/n. so sorry, c-can i cum please?" stanley would have never thought he'd be the submissive type but he found himself melting at your praises, quite easily. he liked letting you have some control and for once being able to sit back.

you smirked at him and let go. patting his cheek in almost a mocking way. "awe such a good boy but i think you can wait another minute." his eyes widened and you placed your hands back up onto his chest, steadying your balance before moving your hips back up and down repeatedly and harshly against his. he moaned when you kept going back down on his cock. feeling his pelvis right up against your very sensitive bundle of nerves, you squirmed.

stanley smirked, feeling you tighten around him. knowing you were close was a relief. constantly feeling so good on him made him hard and straining inside of you. tears prickling in the back of his eyes and wanting to cum so badly was difficult. uris felt not wanting to disobey you was more important as he patiently waited. pushing harder on your clit is what caused you to unravel, tightening completely around him. "oh fuck! s-such a good boy. cum with me now."

he came so hard, the hardest ever. which wasn't much to go off on, from the obvious conversation before. feeling euphoria, you rode through your high and his, milking every last drop of cum. you started to feel shaky. before your hips gave out, you placed one last kiss on his slightly darkening hickey.

after you fell on the bed next to him, he pulled you close. you turned your head in his embrace, eyes widening. you knew without a doubt they looked like they were probably about to fall out of the sockets. assuming even bigger eyes then richie's usual ones due to his glasses.

uris pursed his lips, kissing the top of your forehead before he could overthink it. “we need to talk. y/n/n." you tried to open your mouth, but closed it again. stanley used your nickname, he has never used it before. you were in disbelief, frozen, and unable to say a word. he rescued you and spoke up again. "you know i don't hate you, right?"

you swallowed feeling like a brick was falling from your shoulders and nodded. "i don't hate you either stan. this is not what i was expecting though to make up." you giggled causing him to chime in. the awkwardness was finally settled but you paused and asked nervously. "do you think we're worse than eddie and richie?"

he shook his head, not even needing to think on it and responded sweetly. "no, we're okay now and i have a feeling that richie will tease eddie even after we're all dead."

you laughed together once more, agreeing with stan’s opinion which would probably be a proven fact one day. "that's true. poor eddie!" snuggling closer into his back and finally, truly feeling at peace.

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[officialleotolstoy]

Oh Dolokhov Brainrot We’re Really In It Now, aka Dolokhov playlist annotations!

A note on the cover photo: I don’t really like this one but I got tired of looking at men on Pinterest so I gave up. The window symbolizes the rum window and the smoking symbolizes uhhhhh habitual bad life choices idk

Drinking game take a shot every time I say “it’s about the vibes”

Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

“I break it just because I can”

This is THEE ‘I am going to cause problems on purpose’ song and that is like his entire narrative purpose!! Argue with me about this one I dare you

The Good, The Bad, and the Dirty - Panic! At The Disco

“If you wanna start a fight you better throw the first punch, make it a good one”

Partially its just vibes, I won’t lie. But also the consistent spoiling for a fight is very in character

Shoot to Thrill - AC/DC

“I’m like evil, I get under your skin”

It’s got I Am Morally Repulsive But Also I’ll Steal Your Girl energy which really hits all of Dolokhov’s character traits. And of course the added bonus of gun imagery.

Mr. Brightside - The Killers

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this”

I added it strictly for vibes, but then I realized the quoted lyric is very much him @ the Kuragins if you take the reading that he refuses to admit he actually like them but grows genuinely fond of them over time even though he initially got to know them with a lot of ulterior motives.

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

“Mama, I just killed a man”

The amount of songs that are on these playlists just for what are essentially your mom jokes since Dolokhov loves his mom so much is a little pathetic. But I’m not wrong! I can’t really put it into words but something about this song has Dolokhov energy.

Feel It Still - Portugal the Man

“Give in to that easy living, goodbye to your hopes and dreams”

A good deal of what I find interesting about Dolokhov is the internal conflict he has of knowing he’s become rather wicked and problematic but also not really trying very hard to change and almost enjoying it so a lot of the songs on here are about that, including this one. The “I’m a rebel just for kicks now” also very much screams Causing Problems On Purpose.

The Bidding - Tally Hall

“I like to take advantage of the bourgeoisie”

His whole role in volume one and two is to take advantage of the bourgeoisie! This song also oozes confidence and a sense of superiority that comes from being better than the sellouts in high society, Dolokhov’s not like other girls uwu (he really is, but I don’t think he would admit that).

Say Amen (Saturday Night) - Panic! At The Disco

“I could be better but baby it’s Saturday night”

Embracing his own wickedness! The idea that he knows he could be better than he is but he doesn’t want to take that opportunity...yeah vibes

Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) - Fall Out Boy

“I became such a strange shape from trying to fit in”

This is the epitome of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase he goes through when he’s into Sonya. Also “I’ll stop wearing black when they make a darker color” reminds me of Comet Dolokhov’s stupid eyeliner <3

Some Nights - fun.

“So what is this? I sold my soul for this?”

There’s a long stretch of this playlist that just boils down to “Woe is me I need to be purified” crisis hours, because Dolokhov’s oscillation between embracing his own cruelty and trying to be a good person is super interesting to me. This song captures the idea that he’s still having fun and there’s some good there, but he’s also aware that he’s losing himself a bit

Roaring 20s - Panic! At The Disco

“I don’t even know me”

“Woe is me i need to be purified” crisis AGAIN. This song gets more to the annoyance with society as a whole and feeling kind of lost in it

Send Them Off! - Bastille

“Help me exorcise my mind”

“Please purify me 16 year old girl! I’m 27 this isnt creepy at all ahahahha”. I do despise Sonyakhov but this has the vibes of a man feeling his own evil and wanting a woman to fix it. Not a great look.

Easy Days (Demo) - Bastille

“I don’t wanna fall back again, back into the easy days”

Near the end of the “woe is me I need to be purified” phase when he’s kind of drifting back to his old ways and he’s like wait no- wait- and then he does anyway because he’s horrible. I also really like the acknowledgment that his horribleness is easy and pleasant for him, and he has to fight against that (and he loses that fight HDJAJJD).

Undisclosed Desires - Muse

“You trick your lovers that you’re wicked and divine”

This is a Dolokhov/Nikolai song I do not take constructive criticism. Undisclosed desires...not being straight...lots to think about! It feels almost like a corruption arc? Nikolai isn’t corrupted nor does their...fling (?) last very long but Nikolai is obviously enamored with Dolokhov despite him being The Worst so I think this fits. I don’t have enough songs for a Nikolai/Dolokhov playlist so I just add those songs to both of their individual playlists

Thnks fr th Mmrs - Fall Out Boy

“Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great”

Also mostly a Nikolai/Dolokhov song. This man has never ended a relationship on good terms, huh. Also. Sighs heavily. “He tastes like you only sweeter” never fails to make me laugh when I think about it in the context of Dolokhov post-duel being like oh?? You’re just a stupid WOMAN Hélène your brother and/or Nikolai is hotter than you :/ which is not exactly what I think happened but it makes me laugh to consider. Dolokhov ur bitterrrrr

Dangerous - Royal Deluxe

“I’ll be the last man standing here, I’m not going anywhere”

I feel like this has the vibes of his cruelty, especially in that bit after the Kuragins have died when he and Petya infiltrate the French army.

Another One Bites The Dust - Queen

“There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man”

He will hurt you and kill you so violently :) It’s about the vibes.

White Wedding Pt. 1 - Billy Idol

“It’s a nice day to start again”

In the exact inverse to his “woe is me I need to be purified” phase, he’s like ok yes i will pick up bad habits again and enjoy them because frick you! I read once that this song is about a relapse into drugs, but I’m making it analogous to his relapse into Terrible Person Behavior after Sonya’s rejection. Also the repetition of the phrase little sister does something for my brain idk, after we know he loves his mom and sister it just fits.

Highway to Hell - AC/DC

“I’m on the highway to hell and I’m goin down”

Like White Wedding, it screams acceptance of his problematicness. He knows he’s cruel and evil and he revels in it. This is the phase we see him in most I think.

Back in Black - AC/DC

“It’s been too long, I’m glad to be back”

I think this plays every time he gets reinstated to an army position he lost by being reckless earlier. Just kidding sort of but listen to this song and tell me it doesn’t have Dolokhov vibes. If you do, you’re wrong <3

Poet - Bastille

“I have written you down now, you will live forever”

This is just here cause he ghostwrote Anatole’s love letters and I think it’s funny. It’s MY playlist and I get to choose the barely relevant Bastille songs

St. Jude - Florence + The Machine

“Maybe I’ve always been more comfortable in chaos”

This one’s more scattered lyrics than an overall vibe. “Each side is a loser so who cares who fired the gun” has duel energy also.

Hey Look Ma, I Made It - Panic! At The Disco

Confession: I hate this song. However, it’s about the about the MOM R U PROUD OF ME vibes (she is. Should she be? Probably not).

Rich Kids - Bea Miller

“It’s never enough for the stuck up types”

The not coming from wealth and having to almost scam your way into being part of the aristocratic scene is very Dolokhov. Also in my mind the rich kid he’s roasting is specifically Nikolai.

Money, Money, Money - ABBA

“It’s a rich man’s world”

I’m not SAYING the wealthy man they talk about is Anatole but - [i am shot]. Scheming and clawing your way up to wealth is Dolokhovcore.

This Is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco

I literally have no justification for this other than that i think modern AU Dolokhov would vibe with it. Look at the amount of eyeliner he wears in Comet and tell me he didn’t have an emo band phase. You can’t.

Trouble’s Coming - Royal Blood

This is not about the words at all, it’s more about the vibes. It just sounds Dolokhovish to me, don’t ask me to explain.

Sleep Alone - Two Door Cinema Club

“They’re just ghosts and they can’t hurt him if he can’t see them”

This gives me post-Kuragins’ death vibes, and I can’t pin down exactly why? I think it’s the idea of being very alone and closed off.

Golden Days - Panic! At The Disco

I can’t put a specific lyric to it but it’s the vibes of looking back on your hedonistic youths with nostalgia and rose-colored glasses. Post-Kuragins’ death vibes again.

Go Get Your Gun - The Dear Hunter

“One foot in the grave, the other one’s kickin’ its way right down to hell”

All we see of him after the Kuragins’ death is just him being particularly cruel and reckless, almost careless. This feels like it encapsulates that energy.

The Fallen - Franz Ferdinand

“They say you’re a troubled boy just because you like to destroy”

I’m aware that a good portion of this song is about a Christ figure but I’m going to respectfully ask you to ignore that bit and just focus on all the Sketchy Things the guy does instead. Thank you. He does in fact like to destroy things! Señor Cause Problems On Purpose back at it again at krispy kreme, huh.

#war and peace #fedya dolokhov #my post #w&p playlists #i counted i said the word vibes 13 times #so sorry

[joetatoeheads]

i read “if he wanted you he’d make an effort if he missed you he’d make time” and LOVED IT SM its so well written!! could u make an ilya imagine with some pre relationship angst like that one? thank u hehe

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: None that I can think of? But I am so sorry this took so long.

Masterlist

Natalie. It had always been Natalie. Natalie was David’s best friend. Ilya was Natalie and David’s best friend. Y/N was no one’s best friend. A mere side character in everyone else’s story and that was no problem. In Y/N’s opinion it was better to be heard than seen. Y/N had spent almost her entire life surrounded more beautiful, funny, and charismatic people, there was just no room for her to shine.

Life went on for the four and all of a sudden David’s in LA with millions of followers, Natalie joins him as his assistant, and Ilya stayed but it was obvious sometimes he wanted to leave to LA but Y/N was holding him back. Not in a bad way, but she would not leave to go to California out of all places.

“You’re leaving, now?”

“I have some business down there and David is letting me stay at his place.”

“How long are you going to be gone?” asked Y/N.

“Just a week or two. Hey when I can come back, we can go out and have brunch for your birthday.”

“Okay.” Smiled Y/N.

Ilya did not come back in time because David was shooting a bit for his vlog so Ilya missed his flight. Y/N spent her birthday with her mom who baked her some cupcakes and sung her happy birthday alone. It had always been the two of them so friends quickly became family. Y/N always got too attached to friends thinking they were like brothers and sisters but they never felt the same way.

For years Y/N would invite people over or go to the movies. Sometimes they came and sometimes they didn’t. So, the friend group got smaller and smaller over the years. David and Natalie left for LA and Y/N wasn’t too good with keeping in touch some days. Ilya was the only one left, the only consistent one.

“Do you think I should move to LA?” asked Ilya.

“What?”

“Do you think I should move to LA?” repeated Ilya.

“I-I…I don’t know.”

“David said I could crash with him for a bit if I want to get a place over there and I think I might do it.”

“You…you would leave like permanently?” asked Y/N.

“Maybe, I don’t know, I could. You could go to. We could go to David’s also Nat was asking me about you. They said it’s been months since you last talked to them.”

“It hasn’t been months.”

“David said it was and Nat showed me the messages. We should go! It would be good.”

“I don’t do planes.”

“I never said anything about planes,” smiled Ilya.

“Are you- are you suggesting you drive. I can’t drive, you know I can’t drive and…and we can’t drive across the country. You can’t drive across the country!” rambled Y/N.

“I want you to come to California and you have a fear of planes. Seems like the only option.”

“Oh my god! Oh my god! What the fuck Ilya! How long would it be like a week?”

Ilya laughed at her, “It’s a day nonstop but knowing you and your bladder might take us a week,” joked Ilya.

“Are you serious? Because I’ve always wanted to leave the state! Oh my god Ilya. I can’t believe we are going to do this.”

“We might have to bring someone else.”

Things just crashed, “Why?”

“Two maybe three days in a car across the country? Y/N we would kill each other,” laughed Ilya.

“I could not talk. Would that help?” It was a genuine question because this was the most fun Y/N would ever have.

“I was joking. I’ll call Natalie and see how long we are going to stay. Pack lightly my car isn’t that big!” Ilya left Y/N in a state of shock. A road trip across the country with a boy, her best friend, and she would finally leave the state. It was a dream come true.

Two weeks in California was not at all what Y/N expected. It took three days to get to David’s with Y/N wanted to stop to take a picture at every sign as they entered the state, her constant need to go to the bathroom, and wanting to take pictures at every beautiful sunset. At first Ilya was annoyed but it like the smile you would get and how your eyes lit up whenever you jumped up and down ready to take out your phone.

You both got to David’s house around 4 in the morning but you had already knocked out. Ilya was the one to carry you into the house and lay you down on the couch.

“She looks so different,” observed David in slight worry.

“It’s been a rough couple of months. Her mom got sick and…”

“Oh…oh okay. She just- she looks so…I don’t know.”

“The trip really made her happy,” assured Ilya.

“Good, that’s good. I had Natalie fix up the room I thought - I don’t know what – You two are sharing a bed.”

“Are you okay?” asked Ilya.

“Yeah, yeah I just…I didn’t think she would come.”

“Dude you’re acting like she’s dying or something. Are you okay?”

“Does Y/N have a boyfriend?” asked David.

Ilya did not expect that, “Uh…yeah, I think she does.” That was a complete lie. But Ilya didn’t think Y/N would want to start dating in such a hard part of her life.

“Really? Matt thought she was pretty and asked if she was seeing anyone. I told him no, but I’ll have to text him later.”

“Matt King? They wouldn’t work out,” said Ilya.

“Really? I thought they would. Y/N always gravitated toward certain men.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Y/N likes strong men-“

“Matt isn’t strong.” Interrupted Ilya.

“Not like that. Y/N always had you to protect her our entire lives and she just needs someone to protect her.”

“Matt wouldn’t do that.”

“How do you know?” asked David.

“Because Matt would get frustrated easily with her. You know how he blows up on everybody else whenever he is told he’s wrong. Y/N takes time to understand. Remember how you hated her?”

“I didn’t hate her. She was just very straight forward…I wasn’t used to that.”

David and Ilya went to sleep while Y/N was still on the couch. What they didn’t know, Y/N had been awake while they talked. She had heard everything and she didn’t know what to think. Ilya lied to David and she could tell him the truth but what good what they do.

The next day when the four of them were talking before the rest of the group came, David accidentally mentioned a boy when Natalie asked Y/N if she had a special someone in her life, “Sort of.” Answered Y/N.

“Sort of? So are you two friends with benefits or something?”

Y/N briefly looked at Ilya before turning her full attention to Natalie, “I don’t think he wants anything serious. It’s…weird.”

“You don’t deserve to be lead on.” smiled Natalie. She protected Y/N in her own way. A sister type that Y/N never had.

“I don’t think it’s being strung along maybe just... waiting for the right time? Does that make sense?”

“Sometimes there is never a right time. Sometimes you have to make one.” Said Ilya.

Ilya and Y/N looked at each other, almost like the two wanted to say something more but didn’t. Then would have been the perfect time for Y/N to say she has been in love with Ilya ever since David left in California. Y/N only had him left and maybe it was simply a childhood attachment or maybe it was love, either way she knew something was there.

For Ilya she was the first one by his side when things got rough or whenever he got happy news, Y/N had been the first person he thought about. For him, maybe it was his mind tricking him into settling, but to be with Y/N was not settling entirely. If some guy wanted to be with Y/N the only thing Ilya could think about was that he won’t be kind to her. He won’t be patient and understand how picky she is about everything and it’s not because she wanted to be frustrating or complicated but because it made her calm.

Who knew if the new guy was going to understand that?

The conversation changed and it was maddening. To think something but not have the courage to say it… that’s one of the saddest things to happen to a person. Days later Ilya watched as Matt asked Y/N on a date. He kept his mouth shut even though everything felt wrong but she was happy. She could not stop smiling after the date and her face would get all red at the mention of Matt’s name.

All Ilya could think about was it didn’t feel right.

“Does she know?” asked Natalie one night. David was in his room editing with Joe and Ilya was on the couch looking at his phone every ten seconds thinking Y/N was going to text him.

“Know what?”

“That you have feelings for her?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N’s on her third date with Matt and you are going crazy looking at your phone. What, you think she’s going to call you and ask you to pick her up from her horrible date?” asked Natalie.

“…Maybe.”

“I doubt the date is going all wrong. Matt spent a week preparing the night.”

“What?! What is he preparing for? What do you think they are doing?” asked Ilya in a slight panic.

“He didn’t tell you?”

“No! Nobody tells me anything anymore!”

“He made like a candlelight dinner in the backyard. He went all out with steaks and stuff,” explained Natalie. Ilya laughed. He didn’t know. “What?” asked Natalie.

“Y/N doesn’t eat meat. She’s been a vegetarian for some years now because meat makes her throw up.”

“Really? I always feel like she eats meat whenever we go out?”

“She eats it sometimes but it makes her sick after. Steak makes her sick for a couple days like a really bad hangover.” Explained Ilya.

“I’ll be sure to remember that.” Nodded Natalie as she left him alone on the couch.

Y/N did come back to David’s and she immediately looked for Ilya in a panic. She looked like she was about to cry.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Ilya was panicking thinking the worse possible scenarios in his head.

“I ate steak. I ate meat! I feel sick. I feel like throwing up. Oh my god, I feel like dying!”

“Alright let’s go into the bathroom.”

It only took seconds before Y/N was throwing up and apologizing for throwing up. It was typical for her. Years spent in the background, to be anyone’s center of attention, it felt uncomfortable.

“What do you need me to do?” asked Ilya.

Y/N couldn’t talk. She felt gross, she didn’t know what she was supposed to do after this. Do you take medicine? Do you rehydrate? Do you eat again? Do you sleep it all off? All those questions made Y/N start crying.

“I’m sorry.”

“You really don’t have to say that. It’s a really bad habit.”

“I could not, not eat it. He made it.”

“You have the right to refuse something, especially when it makes you sick.”

“But…what if he thinks that I’m not worth the trouble? What if he thinks I’m too picky about things and leaves?” asked Y/N.

“Picky is one thing, but something like meat making you physically sick is not being overdramatic or anything. You should speak up more.”

Y/N nodded but she didn’t think it was right. It someone took the time to make you something, you can’t just turn it away. That would be bad. Ilya helped Y/N into a bed and took care of her the next day but he was itching to go over to Matt’s and talk to him. David had talked him out of it, but he did go to Matt’s several days after.

Before Matt and Y/N’s fourth date, Ilya went over to Matt. It was an awkward conversation but Ilya was ready to burst out with all this information.

“What’s up?”

“She can’t eat meat! It makes her sick but she likes chocolate. Buy her chocolate and she’ll be happy. It’s one of her favorite’s things in the world but don’t buy her a lot of it. She likes chocolate-covered strawberries but hates chocolate cake because she thinks it’s too much and it also makes her sick. She loves ice cream but none of that fancy stuff with a bunch of flavors or nuts. Y/N likes strawberry flavored stuff the best and her favorite ice cream is butter pecan but that will never be her first choice so you have to pick it out and she’ll love it.

When you take her to new places, you have to be by her side. Sometimes you’ll have to order for her if she keeps on flipping through the menu because she’s indecisive at new places. But if you order for her, you have to be careful because if you mess up and chose the wrong thing, she won’t say anything and make herself sick. And don’t leave her alone or she starts to freak out and might have an anxiety attack or a panic attack. You should learn the difference because she’ll want to be hugged during a panic attack but she’ll want to be alone for hours after an anxiety attack.

And comedy isn’t her thing. She feels awkward during romantic comedies so you should only really watch horror movies, they’re her favorite. But she’s picky about what movies she likes. They either have to be really bad that she can’t stop talking about it or really good that she can’t stop talking about it. If you watch something with a lot of jump scares expect her to come to you because she will get nightmares.

If she’s quiet she’s replaying things in her head and that makes her really sad so you have to watch out for those things. Be careful what you say because she’ll replay the conversation over and over again in her head for months, sometimes even years. It might seem like a lot but it’s worth it. She…she’s worth it.” Ilya took a deep breath and rather than stay and listen to Matt he left and pretended like things never happened.

“Ilya did you… did you talk to Matt?”

“Uh, yeah I did.”

“What did you tell him? He called off our date.”

“I just told him you got sick and you don’t eat meat.” Answered Ilya.

“Is that it?”

“Yeah.”

“Ilya.”

He couldn’t look at her. He couldn’t tell her the truth. “We should stay for another week or two.”

“Okay.”

Another week or two for Ilya was only a couple of days for Y/N. She wanted to leave. She wanted to get away from California and return back to her life. California was not for her, it was foreign, it was wrong. Even with her fear of planes, Y/N wanted to leave so a plane was her only option. Years in a big city, she had always relied on public transport so learning to drive never was a top priority.

Waiting for a car to leave in the middle of the night wasn’t what Y/N wanted to do. Only Natalie and David knew she was leaving but not like this. When Ilya woke up the next morning he looked for Y/N to ask her what she wanted for lunch but he couldn’t find her.

“Natalie! Where is Y/N?”

“She left.”

“Left? Left where?”

“Back home. She wanted to leave last minutes and her flight was really early this morning so she left around 4.”

“Flight? She can’t go on a plane she’s afraid of them. How long ago did she leave.”

“She’s probably home by now. It’s too late.”

“Late? No its not! She probably had a panic attack; she needs someone to calm her down. I have to go. I have to go make sure she’s okay.”

“Ilya, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Said Natalie.

“Why?!”

“Because you always being there isn’t always a good thing.”

“You two left, okay! You two left and she couldn’t get out a bed for months! I was there! I was there and she needs me.”

Ilya didn’t mean to yell at Natalie like that but he was upset. Y/N would never just leave without telling him. For years, it was the two of them going through life but now it seemed like he didn’t have Y/N anymore.

When Ilya returned to Chicago, Y/N pretended like LA didn’t happen. Things returned to normal but Ilya didn’t tell her anything. It was a horrible thing to have something to say and not have the courage to say it.

#vlog squad imagine #fanfiction #Ilya Fedorovich Imagine #Ilya Fedorovich X Reader

[nostalgic-pancakes]

Watching the starlings as autumn draws in

Summary: Tommy and his friends try on some skirts, and he reflects a bit on how they all got here. (It's a happy story) Title from September by Sparky Deathcap

Pairings: None! Platonic everyone (esp in irl fics_)

Read on AO3 (preferred place to read)

Word count: 2570

Warnings: None, except for surface-level references to the exile/prison arcs, but not much.

Other notes: I wrote this in a fit of madness last night in like three hours at 2 am, so i’ll probably edit it honestly but for now, enjoy! (If the CC’s ever display discomfort with this type of fic I will take it down)

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"WELCOME BACK TO THE STREAM, BOYS!" Tommy exclaims, rubbing his hands together as he starts rapid-fire answering questions about the stream, and the stream title from chat. It's funny, how over time, Tommy's come to see Chat as this one entity- an old friend. The nervousness of answering questions as a fifteen year old with nothing but a big personality, a twitch account and a copy of Minecraft is all but gone now, nineteen years old and happier than he's ever been.

Dreadfulzombie19: what are u doin this stream

"THANK YOU FOR ASKING, Dreadfulzombie19, today is gonna be a bit different, innit Tubbo?" Tommy raises his voice a bit at the end of his sentence, just loud enough for one of his flatmates to hear him. When Tubbo yells back an affirmative, Tommy turns back to his setup. Chat's gone a bit wild again, even though he, Tubbo and Ranboo have been living together for over a year now.

"Okay, okay, calm down chat- so recently I was at university, as usual right? And I had an eight AM class again, and… yeah I can see you all can relate."

"BUT! BUT! On my way back to the flat, I saw something really cool." Tommy hesitates in his speech to take a sip of coke again- his blood pressure's been acting up lately and watches Chat to wild again, asking him what he saw.

"Okay, so there was a shop- new place, which doesn't happen often this is fucking Brighton- and they sold skirts and dresses and stuff with adjustments for AMAB sizes!" Chat goes a bit bonkers, but Tommy's mod team- a little smaller than it used to be, now that he isn't the centre of YouTube or Twitch attention anymore, none of them are- are handling it, and pretty well.

"So I had to go, right? As many of you probably know, last year, I made the astounding discovery that gender-based stereotypes and expectations are, in fact, fake and I should not give a SHIT. And so I go in and look through the stuff- it's a really poggers shop by the way, and I find the perfect thing- it was the most poggers skirts and shit, okay? So, today's stream is going to have me wearing this pogchamp shit and wearing it right, with the help of…" Tommy ends his monologue by picking up the joke shaker-things that Phil had gotten him as a housewarming gift last year and indicates for his first two helpers to enter the office.

In walks his mother, face obscured from view as always, waving to the camera, and Wilbur, also wearing one of his only skirts for this occasion. Eret had taught him, on a phonecall in the skirt shop that week about the different types of skirts with a handy diagram. Wilbur's was a pleated circle skirt, brown to offset the bright yellow of his sweater and beanie, the same colour as his hair. It's very swoosh-y, so he's wearing black leggings with his regular shoes too. Motherinnit's also wearing her favourite skirt, a baby blue prairie skirt, Tommy thinks, and it's one he's seen fairly often.

Wilbur ducks down in order to show his face to Chat, and ruffles Tommy's hair while he's at it. Tommy's taller, but not by much, so Wilbur still fucking makes short jokes, That fucker.

Chat is now going so fast that he simply cannot read anything but some of the all caps messages and can barely make out some of the emotes.

"Okay, OKAY, CALM DOWN CHAT! WE HAVE TO GET TO FUCKING BUSINESS!" Tommy yells into the mix, like he did when he was sixteen and used the 'many people find me annoying at first' intro. Nowadays he just lets the content speak for itself. Anyone who wants to be here already is, by now.

Wilbur laughs a bit, and that hasn't changed at all. "Tommy, how is chat supposed to calm down if you're not calm?"

"I am their god!! They will obey via sheer digital willpower!" Tommy replies back, pretty zealously (What? An English Literature class is mandatory for his film degree, and The Great Gatsby by Zelda Fitzgerald is a good book, as are most of the other assigned ones. He's had entire conversations with Techno with just lit quotes and it drives everyone insane. Tommy loves it.) Chat seemingly has listened to his godlike abilities, with a few OG's spotting his half-quotation of one of Dream's last lines in the Dream SMP. The rest are spamming 'MOTHERINNIT'.

"If having a shitty magic trick book from a washed-up politician makes you a god, then what does that make me?" Wilbur replies, with one of Foolish's lines and swatting his hand at Tommy. Tommy swats back.

"Bitch" "Arsehole" "Shithead" "Fuckface" Wilbur finishes cheerily, as if this happens all the time. It does. Chat's used their antics now, four years of consistently making content together will do that for you.

Eventually Motherinnit reminds them both to get back on Topic, and Tommy goes back to facing the camera, addressing Chat directly.

"Today, my beloved mother, and my idiot brother-" "hey!" "And maybe my flatmates will be joining me to show off some cool as SHIT skirts! And a dress or two. We all have our selections, right?" Everyone nods in affirmative, even Tubbo and Ranboo. Though the camera can't see them. Ranboo's just come home from his final class, then. He should probably take the first hour back off, and judging by how Tubbo is forcefully judging Ranboo to the shower, he probably gets it. Tommy signs an affirmative to both of them, and gets back to the camera, where Wilbur's showing off all of his (very poggers) very stupid brown or yellow skirts. Tommy's are in cool colours, for fuck's sake.

"Oh yeah, Puffy just confirmed she'll be on stream! She'll be here in about twenty minutes, accounting for fucking traffic, and Niki' going to get onto VC after her own stream, what game is it this time?"

"GRIS." Wilbur answers.

"Poggers- she is the SHIT and will join us soon! So expect some QUALITY QUALITY content this stream!! Remember to not spam her chat to finish faster." Exclaims Tommy, even if it ends up as a light warning, as he picks up his own very poggers skirts from the extra armchair in his office to show the camera.

One is the classic red and white, mostly white but with bright red on the waist (elastic) and the bottom, and it reached to about Tommy's knee, if worn at the hip. It had no pleats, but the red bits were a very nice velvet texture, and while the skirt was heavy, it still had very much swoosh value, and pockets!! Big ones!! He slips the skirt on top of his jeans before entering camera view, the skirt visible in all its classic Tommyinnit glory, as he takes his place right next to Wilbur, who just took. a quick spin at the behest of several dono's., Skirt spying out from his lower shins all the way to his knee, making visible one of his (many) petticoats. ("What? It's cold all the fucking time here, Toms.") Tommy also makes a quick little spin, skirt flying outward, not upward, so it looks like he's hula hooping for a moment there. Lastly, Motherinnit spins around too, and while her skirts do not swoosh, she looks opulent, like she was about to go to waltz with the enemy, for whom she has a dagger in the back of her dress for. (He finished Anna Karenina and the Six of Crows duology within the same week and has not yet recovered. Jack Edwards is laughing at him as he thinks in his English Lit Graduate glory.)

It's fun, trying on different skirts- he and Wilbur accidentally bought the same dress at one point, which they paired up to wear, darting off into their respective changing rooms while giggling like idiots with their checkered blouses and the grindl skirts that Niki had sent over when she heard of this stream idea, laughing the whole time. Tubbo enters as dramatically as possible with Puffy, and while Tubbo looks really fucking good in his handkerchief skirt with embroidered bees and plain white shirt, it's Puffy who steals the show with an exact, real life version of her red banquet dress.

Fans from way back in the SMP, before Tommy had started branching out start going insane and are bringing back emotes Tommy wasn't sure were still available, but she is fucking stunning- deep shades of red and crimson, with slits on either side of her waist and all the detailing. She'd gotten the contact for her dressmaker through Bernadette Banner, Tommy recalls- she was so fucking cool when she streamed with him once, and gotten him to swear less and supplant those world's with bigger ones to intimidate instead. While he still curses like a sailor as part of his persona, it's less so and he does way less in real life these days, unless the situation calls for it. It's also just rude, especially in uni libraries, where he spends too much time these days wondering why he didn't read more as a kid.

Puffy's stolen his audience for a WHILE, and Niki coming on hasn't helped any, so Tommy exits camera view for a while to hug Ranboo really quickly- he's had midterms and has basically been dying all month.

Everyone on this stream- Tommy, Wilbur, Motherinnit, Tubbo, Puffy, Niki and Ranboo enter the camera frame after entering their dressing rooms for the last time on this particular stream, Puffy with full in-character wigs and makeup, Tommy in an Edwardian-Gothic reminiscent black and red dress, Ranboo in something he bought when he gap-yeared in Japan, punk lolita or something, Niki flaunting her pink in a Marie Antoinette style show of finery, Tubbo dressing in all green this time, something like a very deranged biology teacher who hasn't slept in days (Tubbo hasn't-Tommy has to get into that), Wilbur like a forest-nymph, all earthy tones and swishy fabrics and nature highlights, and finally Motherinnit, who hasn't changed but is here to take pictures as they all lean in together to fit into frame, as drastic as their height difference is. Niki is going to be edited in later, and everyone on the 'Dream SMP but nobody does Dream SMP and we're all fucking nerds' discord server is going to get a copy.

The stream wraps up there, after about two hours, and it's only about six in the evening- a far cry from the late nights and long hours from the beginning of Tommy's career, so everyone runs to their changing areas for the last time, into pajamas now, and packs away all of the clothes they wore, properly, as to not incense Karolina Zebrowska, and Jemma, Dan's wife, who would look at them disappointedly and nobody wants a sad Jemma because that means no cooing at their son. Also it just feels shitty.

Everyone huddles in Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo's living room, and they out on UP for like, the millionth fucking time (they still cry when Ellie dies), and Tommy is leaning into Wilbur's side and feeling his mum play with the hair in his very small, stubby ponytail he's developed by being in Uni as he and Tubbo intertwine their legs together and Ranboo rests his head in the tangle of limbs, playing with his fidget cube. Puffy stays on Wilbur's side, intently texting someone and smiling the whole while, and Tommy takes a moment to reflect (something he's been getting better at doing) on how the actual hell they all got here.

The Dream SMP was always going to end- everyone knew it, if course, they were the fucking writers. But by the time they did, not only were their respective brands too closely intertwined to just… sever that quickly, but they'd become too close to even want to. So the SMP discord never shut, even though Dream and George had planned it months ago, and they continued supporting each other with their interests. Wilbur made a lot more music solo, with his band and even just random ass streams where he practiced guitar for an hour. He kept playing Minecraft, but it wasn't his main focus. A bunch of people left. More stayed. YouTube left him alone.

Dream, George and Sapnap are still Minecraft streamers, but their YouTube channels are mostly blogs of them being poor excuses of adults with other former SMP members joining in sometimes. Tommy and the Dream Team were closer than ever, even though the seeds of their friendship had been sowed when they used to linger after heavy streams together, reassuring each other that none of that was true and that nothing like… that would happen in real life, because Dream had used real abuse tactics, and those still hurt unless immediately taken care of. So they were. It was a running joke that Dream was stuck at 99 million subscribers since nobody really wanted the face reveal anymore. The other Dream team members were doing peachy.

Phil and Techno were also still primarily Minecraft streamers, but they also released things like advice videos and mental health stuff, especially for relationships. They had a new scripted series where Tommy was a minor character. The dadza jokes were still as real, and yes, outside of streaming, both of them were lovely people and responsible adults (mostly). They collaborated with DanTDM and co a lot more now.

Puffy and Niki kept doing games, but did lots of different ones, testing point and clickers to triple A titles, and making it all fucking hilarious while they were at it.

So where had that left Tommy?

After the Dream SMP, he'd kind of had no idea what to do, and he was going to University for the first time, so he just… did whatever he thought would be fun. He learned about vintage fashion from the queens themselves- Mina Le, Bernadette Banner and Karolina Zebrowska and had fun learning how to sew for the first time, fixing and making his own clothes for the first time, clunky as they were, Wilbur had cried, genuinely, when he saw the Lovejoy shirts that Tommy had made for the band. He'd found a genuine love for literature in university, so Tommy started talking to booktubers and studytubers like Jack Edwards and Noelle Stevenson. Tubbo and Ranboo had joined him, fucking around in any YouTube niche they found even remotely interesting. Eventually, they all found a happy medium- a bit of everything.

Some people obviously weren't happy with that but Tommy was happy as he was, making what he liked with his best friend's, living together close enough to most of their friends (family) to have fun and drop in on one another at ass-o-clock in the morning to comfort, to laugh. His sub count hasn't gone up in a while- most of his audience is static, with about 80-90k online on a stream at any time.p

It was a nice feeling, to have carved out a space for himself and the people he loves, and be is so, so glad that he got this chance.

Looking at his mostly asleep family, Tommy thinks 'yeah. Life is good.' as the last thought before he sleeps.

#dream smp #mcyt #irl fic #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #tubbo #nihachu #ranboo #vee's writing #2021

[red-doll-face]

keeper. [michael myers x gn reader]

Part 2 is finally here! A few people were asking if I would do a sequel and obviously the answer is yes, but this is the last part. I hope u enjoy reading it ! 😳💖 

here is the link to the first part: locked in.

Summary: ‘Missing Persons Case? Infamous Murderer Prime Suspect.’ ‘On October 31st, at 12:02 a.m., a phone call was made to the Haddonfield police department. When reporting to the scene several officers and the deputy reported signs of a struggle. Stray pieces of glass and an open back door lead to a possible B&E as well as a suspected kidnapping. Though usually that would be an apt assumption, because of Michael Myers’ suspected involvement, some speculate it may not even be a missing persons case. According to the leading officer on the case, the case may be an outlier but “Myers is definitely a suspect. If not him, at least a copycat”. The search for the Haddonfield resident continues but the chances of this particular victim being found alive have never been so low.’ 

WC: 3,835

Warnings: kidnapping, nsfw content (smut scene) , implied minor character death (he tries some funny business so he deserved it). A spider, Stockholm syndrome, Michael being a bastard. I will say that the smut is somewhere between dub con and consensual. This is Mikey so be careful.

-

You don’t know how long you’ve been inside of this dark room. The smell of dust and mildew makes you not want to breathe but you’re used to not having choices anymore. Everything you’ve tried to get out always ends in failure or worse: Letting your kidnapper know that you tried to get out. He’s caught you in the act and ripped you away from the windows many times. Crying and wailing don’t seem to appeal to his conscience at all so you’ve stopped wasting the water. You sit in the room and can only be glad that he hasn’t restrained you or tried to tie you up. But you understand it’s because he knows that he can always stop you from leaving. Can always drag you back.

The door opens and you snap your head up to see your masked kidnapper enter the room you’re holed up in. He’s holding a bag of what you know is whatever he stole. The paper bag he carried was crisp and new but you could see just a faintest spray of blood. The assortment of common grocery items he placed at your feet painted a mental image of a suburban mom just coming home from the market. Stopped by some impossible force. Just to feed you. You wished you could spring forth tears but you had already shed so many. They’ve done nothing for you. You almost didn’t want to eat but you couldn’t deny the loaf of bread. Counting on his will to feed you was dangerous. If he lost track or forgot, you could potentially starve or die of dehydration. You took what you could where you could get it. Where he would let you.

He watched you, lingering in the dark corner. You thought that maybe he felt more comfortable there. You sat among a pile of various fabrics tossed upon a mattress. You hated to think that he prepared to take you away. But it was so hastily thrown together, it was obvious that while you were passed out, he had collected what he could. You doubted that he would have really cared about the ache in your sitting bones, but the fabrics underneath you were better than nothing. He could be crueler. Being grateful put a bad taste in your mouth but you sensed that he favored killing his victims rather than stashing them away. You listened for hours, quieting your breath when you were sure he was gone to see if you could hear anything else. There was no one else here.

Dirty fingers slipped along the plastic wrapped around the bread. You hadn’t been given a bath since you got here and you had been doing your best to keep track of the days since you arrived. 2 days passed from what you could tell, not accounting the amount of space that he took bringing you here. You couldn’t be sure what he planned for you or how long you would end up staying here but you tried to keep your mind sharp.

-

A bucket of cold water and a rag would have to do for bathing. It was better than nothing but again, being grateful to your kidnapper made you feel like you were betraying yourself. The rag swept across your skin and he had left the room to you, giving you privacy. At least you hoped that he wasn’t watching. He liked to watch. You had a feeling he had been watching you for hours before you had even taken notice that something was wrong. Acutely aware of your presence in the house.

You sighed and replaced your clothes, moving the tin bucket to the corner. You wondered what your parents thought. Now that you were missing, was anyone looking? Did people at school do a vigil for you? Did people put up posters? The thoughts made you uncomfortable but you couldn’t resist. The world moved on with or without you. You regretted not listening to your friends. They had warned you and you had dismissed it as some legend. He should have killed you. Your boredom and thoughts would probably end up killing you first. You noticed that the man in the mask stayed here more often. You thought it might have been to avoid the search parties. But you knew he wouldn’t let them close enough to find you.

He stared at you from his familiar dark corner. And you stared back at him. You tried to show as little fear as possible and in a way you weren’t afraid. He hadn’t done anything that the kidnappers did in the movies. Didn’t cut your finger off to send to your parents for a ransom, did not tie you up and starve you, hadn’t used you for baser desires. You couldn’t understand why he kept you. All of his victims in the past either died, or escaped and moved away. His footsteps, although near silent, tracked away and out the door, wedging the heavy wooden slab against the door frame.

-

A few weeks later, or as far as you could tell a few weeks later and you had tried just about everything. He had no veritable patterns, so you could never tell when exactly he would be back or not. The sun filtered through the window that was nailed shut and you had tried to throw things at it. It left hairline fractures in the glass instead of crashing through. The screen on the other side would probably keep you in anyway.

Recently, you tried to talk to him. It hasn’t worked. He wouldn’t or couldn’t talk which made you feel awkward but you weren’t able to stand the silence anymore. You had to hear something; even if it was yourself. You talked about your life, as boring as that seemed. You had realized that explaining it made it seem more boring than ever. In your mind, you joked that the future you worried so much about was out of the picture. A sick part of you was relieved that you didn’t have to think about that age old question. It brought a wry smile to your face as you brought your knees up to your chin and watched the moon float in the sky, as if tethered to the Earth by a string.

-

Michael had just learned your name. It rolled around in his head and if he wanted to say it he would, but he wouldn’t. He had kept you here in an abandoned house left to the elements. He observed you closely and picked up on your tells, the way you twitched and shivered in the cold, the blank expression on your face that was close to his own; he lacked the thoughts that flitted behind your eyes. He had caught you trying to leave but he took a rare joy in stopping you. Dragging you back into his hold, kicking and yelling obscenities. You started talking to him but he didn’t respond. He didn’t keep you here to talk.

Michael was more motivated by the thought of owning you. Of you belonging to him. You would see no one else, you would talk to no one else, you would receive food from no one else. You needed him. And he liked that he did not necessarily need you. Upon meeting you, something had drawn him to you. You were difficult to keep track of and you knew what tricks he would try to get you. He had watched you, heard you, touched you, smelled you, and even tasted you. The thought of you had imprinted on him. In a strange way, he hated that he was so taken with you. Perhaps he should have just killed you. You were of no use.

Then who would he toy with? Trap and torment without that much of a penalty? You were no fun if you were dead.

-

One night, the autumn cold and rain scented winds drove a stranger to your little hiding space. You were fast asleep but the creaks you had attuned yourself to listening out for sounded off. In fact, he seemed to be making more noise than usual. You thought that he might have been injured or something, loud footsteps echoing up the stairs. Only when you heard a voice did you suspect that it might not even be the man in the mask. The words were unintelligible but they made you shake all the same. Someone was here! Maybe they could help you out.

The wooden door swung open slowly and a bedraggled man stepped inside, not noticing you until you stood from your pile of musty fabrics. You presumed he was some sort of squatter, simply seeking respite from a harsh world.

“Hey, what are you playing at?! Who’s there?” He pointed a small switchblade in your direction and you raised your hands.

“Please! You have to help me! He’ll- He’ll be here any minute!” You scrambled away from the blade, your explanation dropping his guard.

“What the hell are you talking about? Who? Just what are you doing here anyway?” He dropped the pack he was wearing on his back to the floor and you gulped. “Are you some sort of runaway? Little moneybags left their family for a bad-boy-boyfriend? Think he’ll share with me? I’ve got some-”

“What? NO! I’ve been kidnapped by some murderer and-” The man chuckled and inhaled deeply.

“I can smell a lie a mile away, sweetheart.” He began closing in on you and you couldn’t believe your bad luck. In the darkness behind the man, the pale face came closer and closer and you tried to look away to hold his element of surprise. You had never been so glad to see that unfeeling mask in the doorway. The man startled at the hand pulling him back. His element of surprise worked as the man shouted and swiped at the man with his switchblade. Your keepers knife however was much larger. He slashed at the hand holding the little knife and he dropped it. He dragged the man out of your room, clawing at the walls.

“Get him off’a me! Tell him to sto-” As if you told your own kidnapper what he could and could not do. The man kicked the door closed, muffling the pleas. Your chest moved with your panting and you tried to calm your racing heart. Your fingers shook with the settling thought of how wrong that could have gone. It was as though the floor moved beneath you and you registered your body colliding with the for once comforting pile of cloth. The little knife caught the light from the window glinting at you temptingly. You didn’t dare touch it.

-

After that, you had approached the man with less fear in your heart; not that there was much to begin with. Yes, you were aware of what he did to people on his nights out. You supposed he stalked them a lot like he did you and eventually, when he tired of staying hidden in the shadows, he would wait for just the right moment to strike. Like he did with the squatter. You never did  find out exactly what he had done to the man but when he returned he was covered in blood, wet and shining on his jumpsuit. You didn’t really care because he was gone and he had taken him away for you. He checked your body over your clothes for injuries, satisfied with verifying when he found none on your skin. You allowed him to turn your limbs this way and that, his hands big enough to cuff your wrist entirely and overlap.

“He didn’t touch me.” His breath was heavier sounding behind his mask, his head tipping up to acknowledge your comment but equally as unresponsive as usual. His hand swiped down and picked up the knife that the homeless man dropped on the floor, boots tracking over the blood he caused to spill. He left you to your devices after he took the switchblade away but something white fell on the floor, just before he closed the door behind him. It was a thin plastic strip and as you turned it over you could make out words. A hospital identification wristband. Strange marks tattered the material and you could imagine where he tried to tear the thing off with his teeth. On it was his name and birthday as well as some meaningless numbers and letters. The words ‘Smiths Grove Sanitorium’ were starting to wear off but you lamented all the same. Your friends were right. His name was Michael Audrey Myers. You smiled at the middle name. You’re sure if he caught you saying it he wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. The thought made you laugh.

Michael let you wander the house now. From room to room you drifted and explored the dusty house, searching drawers for interesting objects and when you asked nicely he lowered the attic stairs and let you look through the boxes of books and baby toys, long forgotten by the previous owners. Opening the kitchen cabinet revealed a brown recluse crawling among the contents and you screamed, shutting the cabinet way more quickly than you had opened it. When you turned the imposing figure of your captor stood behind you. You pointed at the wooden door of the storage cabinet. He yanked it open, the spider going still again at the presence of another disruption.

“You know that those are poisonous, right?”  He looked from you to the spider, unphased by the possibility of it killing him. He picked the arachnid up and your eyes widened at the action. He didn’t think this little brown insect stood a chance of killing him. In a moment, the spider was crushed in his bare hand, curled up and stiffening. Did he just… squish a brown recluse with his own hand? It was dead now, what did you have to worry about? You shrugged and went back to exploring, thanking him passively. You could sense he was still behind you, silent as always. You perused the random kitchen tools and items, rusting keys and finished rolls of tape in designated junk drawers, empty containers and bottles strewn about the counters. Broken light bulbs and useless wires. You grew tired and sat on the plastic covered furniture, your captor content on listening to you read aloud.

“Do you know how to read?” You asked and he looked at you but only tilted his head. You scooted closer to him with a book in your hand. “When I was a kid, they taught me to read. I think it’s fun if you pick what you want to read about.” You pointed at words and he regarded your finger gliding over the page, your enthusiasm lost on him but the smile he could see was more genuine than the others he had seen. “One day, I’ll help you write something.” He had no use for writing but he stayed quiet, granting you this moment of peace.

-

His hand weaved in your hair, feeling the softness. You had raided the cabinets and found some strange liquid to slather in your hair, untangling as best as you could with fingers. You leaned into the contact, realizing your mistake too late. You had indulged him and he wouldn’t let you go back. His hand followed you, pulling you back by the silky strands. A soft yelp left your lips but he didn’t mind it. You had not been touched in so long that it almost felt good to have his thick fingers running through your hair. Shivers racked your spine at the feeling of his fingers at your scalp. He pulled at your coverings, hands petting at your bare skin, entranced by the softness. At the blood rushing just under the surface. You thought about stopping him but you had seen what happens to people who cross him. Even by accident. He seemed fascinated by the texture of your skin, you hated to think of the grimy fingers on your face but your fleshy cheeks attracted his attention. He had less than stellar hygiene but they seemed cleaner this time, acquiescing to his hand on your chin. You looked up at the bleached mask; it was unfair that you didn’t get to see his face or his emotions.

He always seemed to have some sort of advantage. Some sort of upper hand. Taller. Stronger. Bigger than you.

Soon, he bored of the skin along your arms and petted at your torso, squeezing you when he suspected you to be squirming. You were just ticklish, not like he understood that. He groped and clutched at your flesh, getting used to the sensation. You noticed that although you expected his hands to be rough and calloused, they were actually soft and warm, sweeping over your sensitive underbelly. His long digits inched closer and closer to your groin and your nervousness won over the simple truth you knew. Stopping him was impossible but maybe he would take your discomfort into consideration. Michael, however, was a creature who thrived off of spite. If he was told not to do something, he would do it.

In punishment, your wrist was gripped in a vice-like hold, held away from his prying actions. Your arm went limp in his grasp, listening to the steady low breathes escaping the small orifices in his mask. Placed in his lap like a toy, he continued, ripping the button from your pants, tearing the zipper down. Michael tugged your pants down, eagerly inspecting  your legs and thighs. A brief intake of your breath directed him to your inner thighs, staying as quiet as possible to keep him from suspecting anything else. Eliciting that response might have been his goal because as soon as he heard it, he tried to get you to make that noise.

Whimpering gasps left your lips, very aware of the bulge grinding underneath you. His bruising strength did not falter even when you tried to twist out of it. Slow movements ran over your crotch, you could only watch as Michael pushed your underwear out of the way. He was keenly attentive to every little noise slipping past your parted lips, repeating whatever made you make it. He let your hips buck against his leg, your despricity an amusing display. Your muscles are weak, your breath just as feeble. Your skin is warm and your heart beats fast in your ribcage, you can hear it in your ear. He pushed you forward enough for his hand to unzip his coveralls, the layer removed helps you feel the scorching heat of his body behind yours, unnaturally warm against your spine. Michaels hands loosened from around you long enough to pull himself free of the deep blue fabric of his coveralls. Something hot and damp nudged at your inner thigh and you pushed up and away from it.

“I- I’m not-” You choked out, as a last ditch effort to see if he would stop but he didn’t, spreading your legs and reveling in the whine you let out. You weren’t even sure if you wanted him to stop. You figured he would punish you for objecting as a strong palm found your throat, threatening to crush the delicate bones underneath. He shoved himself inside of you anyway, a groan of something between pleasure and pain caught in your mouth. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, listening to the tiny noises he made at the reprieve your body offered him. He had never spoken but the overwhelming sensation it seemed could force him to make a peep. They were not loud but the small grunts and slight moan made you tremble. If your head wasn’t resting on his shoulder, you doubt you would have heard them at all.

Thighs spread over his thighs, hands laid over his hands, gripping at your hips to help the slow motions of his own. Blood under his pale skin ran hot and you perceived that same heat all around you, his frame large enough to make you feel so small. Not just physically. The warm organ penetrating you was bigger than anything like it that you had seen before. Pressure welled up inside of you at the force he built up to take you so roughly. His pace changed just slightly and you lost connection to the outside world for a minute. The hold on your hips tightened, his concentration changed to the space between your legs, stimulating the sensitive skin. The smell of iron, latex, motor oil, and Michael enveloped you as you turned your head, nuzzling into the neck of his mask and the collar of his jumpsuit. The head of his cock nudged just the right spot inside of you and your mouth fell open in a loud moan. Around your head, a haze formed, the pleasure taking your ability to breathe. You craned your head back to see his eyes through his mask, electricity running through your limbs and into your core. The color of his iris wasn’t clear through the shadows of his mask but one was a milky white, blinking lethargically in tune with his other eye. Cold latex, the nose of his mask just touching your heated cheeks made you sigh, the pressure in your lower belly finally snapping like a twig underfoot. You went slack in his embrace, warmth settling deep inside of you. He wouldn’t let go of you.

-

‘Search for Haddonfield Resident Finally Called Off.’

This weekend, a press conference was held in front of the Haddonfield police station where Sheriff Brackett announced that search efforts for the missing person who disappeared from Garrison Ave. last Halloween would be revoked. After months of no clues or progress and no signs of them or their suspected kidnapper, search parties have stopped gathering to comb the woods and corn fields surrounding the town. The family of the missing person stated that they would not be ceasing the search. Their parents agreed that “the police have been helpful but they’ve given up.” Nonetheless, “[They]’ll never stop searching for [their] baby. Never”.

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween #slashers #slasher x reader #dbd x reader #dbd the shape #dbd michael myers #dbd #red writes #✋😳 #🤭

[anika-ann]

Let’s Do Something Different Tonight (Or Not)

Type: One-shot, Reader Insert               Word count: 1840

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Characters: Matt Murdock, Reader, few others mentioned

Summary: It’s been two years since the day you married Matt and tonight, you’re going out to celebrate, like normal couples do. --Yeah, about that...

Warnings: blood and injury, mention of alcohol, attempt at humour (bordering on crack-ish)

A/N: A post Valentine’s day fic for everyone who has deals with loveable idiots. It’s hard to with them sometimes. Often, it’s even harder without them. Enjoy!

Matt was almost on time. You had your reservation for eight and it was five after eight when he finally showed up at his – and for a while now, also yours – apartment, so you would be able to make it to the restaurant only a little late.

Key word? ‘Would’. That would be if he hadn’t used the rooftop access instead of the front door and hadn’t been clutching his side when he stumbled in with his hair being a perfect mess with a smear of blood in it.

You stood in the middle of the living room, staring at him as he walked down the stairs with an apologizing expression.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” he said out, hissing as he stepped down the last stair with not so much grace. You just kept staring, this time incredulously. “I got mugged,” he explained, his lips turning into a reversed U. Also, blood was now soaking though his suit under his fingers.

You shook your head to snap yourself from your trance, reaching for the hem of your dress only to pull it over your head. When you tossed them over one of the armchairs and turned to Matt to give him the attention he deserved and needed, he looked utterly taken aback.

“What are you doing?” he asked, perfectly baffled.

“I’m not playing doctor with you in this dress. It’s new. I don’t want blood on it.”

It was expensive. You had chosen it carefully – just like the rest of your new clothes ever since you had gotten together with Matt –, paying extra attention to the material, anxious about the fabric feeling good under Matt’s fingers. Shopping had kinda become a nightmare since you had to pick clothes which not only looked good, but mainly felt good; however, with the way Matt appreciated it, it was totally worth it.

“The material sounded really soft. You looked beautiful in it.”

You scratched your forehead, abashed, as you walked to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, returning to Matt who seated himself on the couch, stripping his jacket to reveal a huge bloodstain on his shirt.

“Jesus, Matt.”

The man in question honest to god pouted. “You’ll wear that dress again, right?”

“Of course I will,” you reassured him tiredly as he took off the shirt as well. “That was the whole point of stripping it – keep it clean of bloodstains so I can wear it again…. for our like, thirtieth anniversary when you won’t be coming home bleeding anymore.”

“I had to let them cut me. I didn’t even call the police to make it home faster. I was trying-“

“I’m sorry, you what?” you asked incredulously, unable to believe what you were hearing.

“I was trying?” he repeated hesitantly, well-aware that it wasn’t the part that caught your… ear, so to speak.

“No, no, did you just say you let them cut you, didn’t call the police, so you could be home faster? Are you insane?”

“I didn’t want you to wait. We rarely get out for a dinner or something else. I didn’t want to disappoint you. Though I did come after the guys to chase down my wallet because that would mean a whole new set of time-demanding problems. But don’t worry, I crashed the lights before I went down on them,” he added hastily as if it would made the whole situation better.

You wordlessly let the gloves smack against your skin louder than necessary. Matt winced.

“Matt Murdock, I love you, I love what you’re willing to do for me and the world, but I swear to God, sometimes you’re just being utterly, utterly stupid. Priorities, Matt. Now show me.”

It turned out that Matt hadn’t let them cut him once, but twice. And by ‘cut’ he meant what could almost be called a stab wound. You silently worked your way through it, reminding yourself to buy Claire another fruit basket. A year supply of chocolate. Spa weekend, maybe. She had not only taught you the basics of the first aid to reckless loveable idiots, but also had shared her tips and tricks that she had discovered during the years of working on ER, making your life easier.

Matt was wisely silent while you were stitched him up – whether it was because he was controlling himself not to let out a single sound of distress or because he didn’t want to piss you off by saying something to make you snap, you didn’t know.

“Do you really think I prefer you getting home earlier so we wouldn’t miss our reservation coming with the price of you being injured to actually showing up healthy?” you asked as you finished your work of art.

His pout grew bigger, providing you the answer.

“Christ, Matt.”

“Well, I couldn’t exactly fight them off, at least not completely. Identity and stuff,” Matt defended his actions. You couldn’t shake off the feeling of something being a little strange about him. Like… stranger than usual. The way he talked…

“Well, you still didn’t need to get cut or— or at least you could have deflect it partly, this is awfully deep. Was. All done now.” Truth to your words, you stripped the gloves, rolling them up and placing them on the coffee table. You looked at his face, running your hand through his sweaty hair. He leaned into it slightly, like always. “Oh Matt… what do I do with a man like you?”

“Kiss the pain better?” he offered shyly, the corners of his lips twitching. You rolled your eyes at this ridiculous man.

“Ha! You’re hilarious!” His expression changed, transferring into- “Oh crap, not the puppy eyes. Come on, Matt, don’t-”

You sighed, leaning in, kissing him lightly on the lips. You were never able to resist the huge imploring eyes of his.

“I hate you,” you murmured as you withdrew – or wanted to, his lips following yours instead, sinking into them, caressing gently, testing your will when nibbling on your lower lip.

Oh, he always knew what to do to keep your fingers tingling, to have your heart fluttering – the feeling might have faded a little with the years, but it was still here. You opened your mouth for him, a clear invitation for his tongue. He didn’t hesitate.

“And I love you,” he breathed into your mouth, his hand rising.

“Don’t touch the bra-“ you warned him, curling your fingers around his wrist to stop him. You withdrew so it didn’t temp him. The bra wasn’t nearly as expensive as the dress, but it wasn’t cheap either.

“But it’s laced and they always feel so, so nice-“ he whimpered and you blinked. Okay, that was new. Seriously, where had his brain (possibly lower brain)-mouth filter left to?

“Maybe, but it’s also skin-toned. Not blood-toned. You smear it with blood and I’m not wearing it again.”

“But you said we were playing doctor,” he noted, looking honestly confused. You had really said that? And what the hell was it with him…?

You gaped at him when the realization finally hit you.

“Oh my god. Are you drunk?”

Matt was silent for a short moment; the kind of an answer that spoke volumes. Matt Murdock was drunk.

“…the client insisted on two glasses of scotch…,” Matt admitted with hesitation and you sensed some sort of a ‘but’ coming. “And then said the third time was a charm.”

Three glasses of scotch?!

“So you’re not only late for our anniversary dinner, you’ve not only gotten yourself half-stabbed, but you’re also drunk. Wow. I want a divorce,” you stated resolutely, only joking of course. Still, you couldn’t believe him. It should have been your night out. Together as a couple. To celebrate the two years you had been together as husband and wife. And he… wow. You probably should be mad, anyone else would be, but… you were kinda used to dealing with Matt’s bullshit (to be fair, Matt also had to deal with yours) and it was usually more scary and life-threatening. This was actually kinda funny. The drunk part anyway. “You think Foggy will charge me a fortune if I hire him?”

Matt frowned. “You don’t mean that. And if you did, do you honestly think he would represent you?”

You raised your eyebrow, waiting for him to realize what he had just said. Of course Foggy would represent you. You were plotting against Matt together oh so often… he would take your side. Matt probably came to same conclusion, because he grimaced.

“Yeah, he probably would. Well, would want to and then Marci would bully him so she could take your side instead of him.”

“I barely know Marci,” you noted, confused.

“Yeah, but she’s up to a challenge and she always claimed me and Foggy will get married one day and  was actually jealous of me. She would take any opportunity to take our duo down in one strike.”

“I thought Foggy was friends with her.”

“They are somewhere between friends and frenemies. I guess that happens when you end the whole friends with benefits thing.”

Huh. Marci was still bitter about that? Who would think Mrs. No Strings Attached had feelings? To be fair, Foggy was insanely likeable, so you could really blame her-

…why were you thinking about Marci?

“After all this time… you still manage to distract me perfectly,” you complained, actually ashamed. Damn you, Murdock. And Murdock.

Matt tilted his head slightly, challenging. “I know a whole lot more ways of distracting you. If I wash my hands, can I touch the bra? I mean, we’re already too late for the dinner, aren’t we?”

You watched him incredulously for a minute; his messy hair which was the result of him rushing home, his absolutely not kissable lips inconspicuously pursed, his hopeful eyes with a spark of mischievousness somehow seeing you even after losing sight. Your gaze flickered to the fine suit he had prepared for the dinner. It was too late to go to the restaurant, wasn’t it?

When you looked back at him, you could tell he knew he had won, because a tiny smile appeared on his face, a careful elevation of the corners of his lips.

You sighed. You were so weak. “Go wash your bloody hands, you overgrown child. We’re going to bed.”

“Love you,” he chipped happily and kissed your cheek, rushing to the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at him fondly.

“I’m on top, you’re injured!” you shouted after him, closing the box with medical supplies and walking to the fridge to get Matt a glass of juice. He needed liquids and sugar dammit.

“Whatever you say, honey!”

You blinked, taken aback. ‘Honey?’ Matt had never called you that – mostly he stuck to your name or a nickname, occasionally calling you ‘love’ if he was being particularly tender. Endearments weren’t his thing.

Oh boy, he really was so royally drunk, wasn’t he?

You smiled for yourself at the idea. This should be fun.

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4 and Shin? That's a dark one, but you write him well so I'd trust you with it. If you want something lighter instead, 17 for Shin!

Thank you for asking this! As you can see, I got into a very deep ramble about his life pre-death game and it doesn’t really tie in but I’ve kept it there :)  The last few parapraghs are the actual answers ahaha. Play some sad music in those paragrapths because I nearly cried with halloween music in the background.    4) What they would do if they had one month to live.   If Shin had one month left to live? We see it in the game kind of. Or at least kind of. Obviously imitating your ‘scary friend’ most likely abuser to try and turn everyone against your biggest threat isn’t going to work in real life. 

What the game and his 0.0% score does tell us (or heavily shove in our direction so we infer it) is that Shin is petrified of certain death to the point of desperation.

I do believe/headcanon that he is a very logical person. Almost everything he does is backed up by logic in the death game except for his last moments because screw logic that’s never worked before.  (The opposite of Keiji who’s likely very emotional until his potential last moments but this isn’t about him). So the question is, when did Shin’s last moments begin for him?  As the player, it’s when it’s that final choice between him and Kanna. To Shin this is likely a very different response. His last moments start the very second he gets told he’s doomed to die. Almost all of Shin’s choices in the game are emotional. Trusting Sara or at least earning her trust is the logical choice here. Making yourself her enemy because you are scared is the emotional one. He just lies to himself on the basis that she’s untrustworthy. Which, you can trick yourself into believing is logical.  It triggers a kind of flight or fight response in all our characters when they realise they can die here. All the cast barr Shin choose to fight and try and escape. Shin chooses the flight option here. Nothing he does actually prevents his death in the end. He just runs away from the inevitable doom. 

 I am once again inferring by comparing him to rest of the cast the death is a deep rooted trauma (and I definitely have thoughts on why). While the concept of death is one that scares everyone, no one seems to revel in it the way Shin does. He is living an incredibly safe life. A free lance programmer (by the sounds of it)  which earns an average of £60 an hour. He has a side job at a convenience store (that wasn’t a lie). He doesn’t leave his apartment much meaning he doesn’t have much of a social life. Shin is in a position in life where it’ll be near impossible to hurt him. Obviously he isn’t earning 60 quid an hour, but he has the potential too. Once he’s set up and successful, he’ll be able to die old. Alone, maybe not happy, but old.  For a guy likely in his early to mid twenties, things are bound to change but only as much as he lets them. From one person who will happily spend all their life in their own company to another, Shin isn’t going to change that. Not when he’s too scared to let someone past arms width and will avoid doing so. By the time he gets his game together and his skinny self to therapy it’ll likely be too late to make the same connections he has the chance too at his current age.  It’s not emotional because even the most introverted of introverts desires a life all alone. It’s a logical one for the fears and life he has. I don’t think that means he isn’t happy. It just thinks there’s a potential that he could have been happier. 

For Midori to have gotten as close as he was and no one to pull up the red flags his friends either didn’t care or didn’t exist. Most likely the latter seeing as he is very much in the process of mourning three years after his friends death. He likely wasn’t close enough to his parents to feel he could go to them over something as silly as Midori’s death. In the aftermath, Shin will be confused and muddled. In some ways, he’ll be elevated because he is free, he can move on. In other ways he’ll be lost, devastated and empty. Shin will also have a semblance of independence back. He doesn’t think he shows enough gratitude to his parents for materialistic items. Midori’s abuse was likely emotional or verbal. It probably consisted of vague threats, put downs, anger, power dynamics and a shrug at Shin’s emotions. I’m in no way a professional but after years of this Shin is going to think his emotions are something he should be able to handle himself, something he might not be able to do if he started to repress them in his teens. Shin likely has a warped sense of independence. Instead of being free from others control, he’ll likely think it means he can’t get help and must deal with everything alone. 

Being told that his death is round the corner strips two things that he values most away from him. He now has zero control over his life and worse, it ends with him dyeing. Shin would grasp for straws to have that independence back and therefore escape his own death. If he couldn’t get his independence back then he’ll try and avoid the end outcome. 

His last month would be a goose chase to avoid death. There’d be a list of everything he has to do. Fuck his jobs, fuck debt he needs to get to the hospital. Get checked up! Make sure he’s well. He’d do it everyday. Does he have enough medicine? Wet wipes, stock up on healthy food, hand sanitizer? Does he have enough hand sanitizer? Make sure his room is squeaky clean, don’t let anyone in, don’t answer the phone. Bolt the windows and live off ramen and debt for the rest of the month. Beanie on, beanie off, what is he going to die from? Has he prevented any possible cause? He’s forgotten to call his parents. That’s fine because he shouldn’t be dyeing anyway. It’s logical. It’s all logical. This is not his fear of death speaking through everything he is doing is logical! Now he just needs to figure out what’s causing this all? How did that person know? Then on the last day. He’d just give up. He’d finally pick up that phone and call his parents. He’d thank them and explain. He’d apologize for the debt because he’s swimming in it then he’d hang up. Shin would then proceed to cry in bed all day and trying to sleep so he just doesn’t wake up.  Then, while it’s a tragedy, I think he’d accept it. I don’t think he ever really thought he had a chance but his emotions drove him round and round in circles. Maybe he would regret his whole life and look back on it all. In a none death game scenario Shin seems like a brooder. He doesn’t have Kanna to live for so he has no reason to push forward. I think in the end he’d reach the conclusion his life was pretty pointless. Just as he’d slip from consciousness I imagine he’d think of Midori. Nearly everything we know about Shin seems to revolves about Midori . We, the player, never know him before the guy entered his life. That guy has a big impacts in his life and in a world where that was the only person to leave such a big mark? I think he’d go back to Midori. Especially with nothing to distract him from his mourning. 

It’s quite sad really. He lets his fear control him too much. Midori controls him too much and they’re both aware of that fact. But in the short, Shin would try and avoid his death. Hell he’ll likely die of exhaustion or caffeine overdose

His ending in the main game, I think that’s the best way Shin could have gone at that age. Dying for Kanna and letting go of his cynicism. 

Ending this off with 17 because I need that jokeness now, after all that. 

17) What would they sing at Karaoke? 

Everyone expects Shin to like bang out with some Beyonce or something. Maybe one of those silly little disney parodies. Everyone would make a joke about what he should sing because he’s indecisive as hell. 

Keiji Kai and all of those mature adults suggest Single Ladies,  Mr. Brightside,  Fireworks, Wannabe because classic Karoke songs you actually have to be able to sing when Shin 100% can’t? Count them in! 

Midori would suggest something embarrassing he knew wouldn’t even be funny to watch. Just painful. 

Gin, Sara, Reko and Alice are snickering behind their hands as they suggest Poor Unfourtunate Souls,  How Bad Can I Be (Alice ended up doing that one), The oogie boogie song and the price Ali reprise. 

When he refuses Sara refuses to let him get away with not being painted as some corny villian and dedicates her singing of Cruella De Vil to him.

Then Kanna taps on his shoulder and tells him what to sing and A: It’s Kanna’s suggestion B: It’s not and a bonus C if he’s drunk: He gets to whack a certain police officer and teacher with a hockey stick. 

And my inner theatre Kid shines through as he I say Shin sings Revolting Children and can’t get his letters write, drunk or sober. 

‘R e v o t l i n !’  instead of ‘ R E V O L T I N G’ 

‘S P L L!’ instead of ‘ S P E L’ 

‘TOO LATE FOR YOU?’ Instead of  ‘ 2-L-8-4-U ‘

I kid you not I have knows this song for years and I still struggle. You can not do that spelling rhythm first time. 

Also the lines. The lines!   We will become a screaming hoard.//Take out your hockey sticks and use it as a sword.// Never again will we be ignored.//We'll find out where the chalk is stored// And draw rude pictures on the board.

It’s such a childish song but it’s so hard. He struggles and struggles and one day he will get it because it’s so simple and why can’t he do it roght! Also, it suits him. Sue me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o6PXm34OBP8

#well this is sad #Press F for Shin #I swear i started rambling #IDK man he gives me hermit vibes #Also like karoke #thanks for the ask! #I told myself this'd be a quick write up because the answer is so simple #This is why Im failing English. #I go in rambles like this #Stan Kanna and what she does for Shin #yttd #meta #shin tsukimi #Sou Hiyori

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Even more facts about 🐾 anon:

- Idk why but positive words hurt me the most, like when someone says I’m their favorite person in the world only to not mean what they said actually makes me cry a little, but what makes me the most sad is knowing when someone is there for me that I can tell everything in the world too. Just them hugging me makes me feel that.

- I got into anime bc one of my past fav youtubers was into it and so I watched it. I basically started w the YouTube starter pack but actually started w magical girl animes (like Tokyo mew mew (the one she watched) and glitter force) then I drifted to miss kobayashi’s dragon maid to shonen animes

- No thoughts, head empty

- My music taste is probably the average anime tiktoker, like I listen to everything but reverbed and slowed Or in Lo-fi like, Lemon Boy and Me and My Husband but my favorite song to listen to in reverb is Daisy

- I kin music, like it might be weird idc but I do like the beats that are happy but also unsettling? I kin those. Like Not Allowed by tv girl? The part that goes “ALL BY YOURSELF, SITTING ALONE. I HOPE WE’RE STILL FRIENDS YEAH I HOPE YOU DONT MIND” and just loops is the best part to me. “Kaiwa ga tsuzukanai na? Naze da dou shite da? Aho ka?” From to prob the rest of the song of Pretty cvnt by sewerslvt idk I haven’t listened to the full song lmao but the actual meaning of the lyrics don’t matter tho so just know I probably don’t rlly care to look up w that means so it doesn’t ruin it for me ;-;

- I’m a extrovert (:OOO OMG THOSE EXIST) yeah I exist 😩 it’s real easy for me to walk up to someone and start talking since I’m really open about myself and don’t bother to hide things... (except the stuff like y’know... reading fanfics cuz no sane person is gonna go to a random person like “I LIKE READING FANFICTION!” Like I’d probably scared of u now if I was a normie.

- I don’t like being told I’m wrong if I know for a fact I’m right. Like if I say the sky is green and you say the sky is blue I’ll be perfectly fine with that but if you question my intelligence in levels other than that like for a fact from an anime I really like and call me out for being dumb bc I said one thing wrong for example I say “kuroos fav food is grilled salted-mackerel pike” or “itadori’s type are girls like jennifer Lawrence and I find that funny” and you say “no thats stupid” I’m going to call you and scream at you or fight you on sight next time I see you there are no other options. Jk I’ll only threaten you w those and never do it bc I prob love u too much and just give you facts from a easy google search

- Bruh people need to love themselves more like how will you ever love other people if you don’t know how to love yourself? You should always love yourself first before learning to love others because why would you wanna spend your life hating yourself? You’re gonna be with yourself for the rest of your life, even when you’re dead when you really think about it.

- My sleep schedule is chaotic

- I view myself as a good person, but on a chart of chaotic good to lawful evil, I’m probably the most neutral person you’ll ever meet. And I’m genuinely like that. I abide by my own laws. The government doesn’t tell me what’s wrong but neither am I truly against it. I don’t do things like steal but I’ll run in the halls to get to where I need to go or be on my phone during class (most likely with permission because I’m always reading on my phone) that’s why I’m my hero academia and shows the have good and evil bro wtf? Imma be in the middle. I truly think myself as someone you can trust to keep a secret and help when needed but I won’t spy for you on the other group and rat you out. First person that asks I’ll prob help if it’s not hurting someone (most likely bc I’m prob naive and the way you word something like let’s say you asked me to go to a bank to make a deposit or something and now all a sudden come out with money bags like HUHHHHHHHHH? I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING A DEPOSIT NOT MAKING AN ILLEGAL WITHDRAWERY WITH ALL THEIR MONEYYYY? (Like my friends and I literally joke about this.) Now all a sudden I’m a getaway driver cause god knows I can’t trust the police with my life😩😩 tfw someone makes you rob a back w/o you knowing✊😔)

- Ayo idc what you do with your life I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, like people trying to peer pressure me into idk let’s say smoking, LIKE BRO I HAVE ASTHMA, IDC HOW GOOD IT MAKE YOU FEEL, ILL LITERALLY DIE IF I DO THAT WHY WOULD YOU TRY TO TRICK ME INTO IT

- I’ve tasted alcohol (REALLY IT WAS ON ACCIDENT I WAS AT CHURCH AND ACCIDENTALLY CHOSE THE WINE INSTEAD OF GRAPE JUICE) before and I will now say I’ll never drink it because that’s the nastiest drink I’ve ever drunken in life

- One of my favorite songs are Love Taste by Moe Shop

- My favorite Pokémon game is prob ultra sun and moon

- don’t ask why I decided to watch every Pokémon movie and play every Pokémon game from X and Y and up (I found a friend that has platinum and am playing it but it’s also the first time ive really lost a Pokémon battle and idk that just started something like how dare you win over ME? THE MAIN CHARACTER? YOU NPC, I HAVE THE AUDACITY TO E N D YOU RIGHT NOW)

- first things first, u seem such like a fun person to be around! 

- i get that, kind words definitely hits :’ you’re very lucky to have people like that in your life, and that person is very very lucky to have you in their life! 

- ohhh okay okay i’m assuming you fell into the anime hole too :D 

- me too, me too. no thoughts, just staying in bed with suna by ur side 

- ur music taste!! ✨

- i’m listening to “not allowed” right now and now i feel like skateboarding...you’re right, it’s very happy but also unsettling :) 

- an extrovert, okay okayy while i don’t understand extroverts, i’m very thankful for extroverts’ existence :)) 

omg i remember people talking about how they “used” to read fanfiction and i was sitting there like 👀 yeah i still do ...and now not only do i read, but also write- 

- ahhhh being told ur wrong when u know ur right is such an awkward place to be 😭i’m glad u stand up for urself though! usually, i just nod like okay, ig 

- i- it’s a lot harder said than done to love ourselves :’) especially when there are so many reasons we believe not to. but self love is the MOST IMPORTANT LOVE! 

- not to sound like a parent lmao but try to maintain a good sleeping schedule! it’ll benefit u in many many factors, especially in the future! <3 

- okay okayy u seem like a really interesting person,  i was very amused while reading that paragraph  :))

- i- yes, health > everything else 

- make sure to choose grape juice next time :’) !! 

- i’m listening to it right now hehe 

- pokemon!!! my childhood was full of pokemon ahhh 

- u definitely know a lot more about pokemon than i do, okay okay, the main character always wins ;)