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[morspritt]

And the crowd goes wild! The first chapter of my fic is finally up!

[dailydoseoffanfics]

⭐️ SELF AWARE FORSAKEN AU (GENERAL HEADCANONS PT. 2)

⭐️ a/n: DARLINGGGGG GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAILLLLLLLLL /silly ASDFGHJKL ANYWAYS THIS IS PART 2 TO MY PREVIOUS HEADCANONS ! FEATURING ELLIOT, SHEDLESTSKY, GUEST 1337, 007N7 AND BUILDERMAN !!! I'LL LATER DO THE KILLERS PART !!! (FEATURNING ALL 4 :3)

⭐️ warnings: possible ooc

reader is gender-neutral so they/them pronouns are used !

(1) (2) <- you're here!

You're a really normal fan about a Roblox game called "Forsaken".......yeah.....totally a really normal and sane fan about that game. But lately, you've noticed something weird about the characters you're playing.

The characters have varying reactions into finding out they're being controlled by something....or someone (you).

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ELLIOT (MY SHAYLAAA)

Elliot was going on his way to confront Noob about their sudden increased weariness when he noticed Two Time walking down the hallway as Elliot was approaching Noob's room.

Elliot noticed Two Time looked....deep in thought. They aren't smiling, and their eyes are narrowed, looking down in the ground. It feels like they didn't even noticed Elliot bumping into them.

....Elliot just decides it's best to not disrupt them, and shakes his head. C'mon, focus Elliot!

Back to his original mission, Elliot goes to Noob's room, and asks them what's going on, and cracks some jokes here and there to calm Noob down a little.

Something's controlling Noob, and they know by feeling a type of warmth?

That's......concerning.

Elliot's concern grew when he noticed Two Time being....more unusual. Elliot would catch a glimpse of Two Time looking at nothing in particular, their face looking like they're deep in thought. Two Time isn't the only one deep in thought though, Chance seems to look like he's in the clouds as well.

Elliot frowns about his observations of his acquaintances. What is going on? Why are Noob, Two Time and Chance suddenly acting...off? Did it had something to do with this warm, controlling thing going on????

........Speaking of this controlling thing.

When a new round started after observing his acquaintances' weird behavior, which is just, y'know, the usual trying to restrain himself when any of his teammates ignored the pizza he threw at them, he immediately felt something.

The warmth. His arms losing control and a muffled voice.....are those white strings around his arms???

Elliot felt his soul left his body for a second before immediately snapping back. My man is trying SO hard to stay focused and calm, but right now, his mind is having a mantra of "WHAT THE FUCK".

Annnnd when the round ends, Elliot is still having his mantra of questioning what the hell just happened and who was that person as he lays on his bed. Holy shit, he just wants to reunite with his family and make customers happy again. WHAT MORE CAN HE ASK FOR?????

The more Elliot thinks about who was controlling him, the more sleep he loses.....well not like Elliot has a sleeping schedule, he usually just stays up at night, so I think you just made his insomnia worse 💀(Random head canon I have for Elliot is that he's insomniac. He just wants to see his father and his sister again. He's fr trying his best 💔💔💔)

Elliot is SPOOKED about that incident. And then he quickly realizes that "oh shit am i going to be controlled by some kind of person EVERY. SINGLE. FREAKING. ROUND?????"

Yeahhhh, Elliot's kinda scared of you, but that's only because he doesn't know if you're good or not. And if your behavior seems alright so far, Elliot still got some doubt inside of his mind, but his heart is telling him to trust you.

He could even throw a smile at you for your helpfulness! He noticed that he's getting less hits and stabs from the killers so far, and he shows his appreciation by looking at the screen, and giving you a warm smile. He even thanks you for your help.

.......The response was Elliot immediately losing the warmth. Elliot is caught off guard by this, but is immediately sad about it. Awh man, did he scare you? He hopes you'll come back soon.

Overall, the most STRESSED about this situation (for a while). When he first felt some type of force controlling him, Elliot is sweating BULLETS. But later, he appreciates your hard work and also wants to know you more. Even if he's still a little scared of you....

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SHEDLETSKY

Being a former admin, he noticed that something is off about his teammates.

Noob was usually scared, so Shedletsky didn't mind. But now? Noob is acting like the boogeyman actually got them or something!

Two Time? Creepier than usual. One time, when Shedletsky went into Two Time's room to ask them if they want to eat dinner tonight, he saw piles, and I mean, PILES of papers being everywhere. It looked like a tornado struck Two Time's room, and one of them has .....a person in it? With the other half of papers being filled with.... undecipherable handwriting. (But that's only because Shedletsky immediately shut the door the moment Two Time's eyes locked with his. So uh, he didn't had enough time to read about what Two Time's writing about.)

Elliot? Normally, Elliot was happy-go-lucky and always smiling. And now? Elliot seems to always have his mind somewhere, with a blank face on his face. For Robloxia's sake, he even forgot to make dinner one time!! (..Ehhhh, it's not like he was actually starving, he totally didn't eat some fried chickens earlier.)

Chance also seems to have their mind occupied with something. Yea, he's still smiling and having a big ego, but Shedletsky also noticed Chance looking at a window, thinking about....something.

Shedletsky's confused, and frustrated about the sudden weirdness of his teammates' behaviors. Seriously, what's going on with these people?

Shedletsky talks to Builderman about what's going on lately. Turns out, Builderman also noticed as well, but he also doesn't seem to know WHY his four teammates are acting like this.

Shedletsky's stumped about this. But depsite this, whatever's going on, Shedletsky WILL find out about it sooner or later, and Shedletsky WILL find a solution to whatever this problem is.

.....That's what he thinks at first. Because during a new round, while Shedletsky is brainstorming a plan about stunning the killer, he feels....warm. And his arms go limp before being picked up by....white strings?? And Shedletsky thought that somebody laced his fried chickens with some kind of drug, because he heard a voice, despite the voice being....far away.

At first, Shedletsky tried to ignore it by saying some few jokes. Something like, "oh hahaha can't be that bad...." until his legs jerk forward, a movement that was NOT something he was in control of. Shedletsky got GOOSEBUMPS after that. Bro went "OH HELL NAH I'M NOT DEALING WITH THIS 😭😭"

Would try to cut off the strings with his sword LMAO. Meanwhile in your POV, you're just wondering why Shedletsky is trying to cut air.

When the round ends, Shedletsky wastes no time into checking his admin logs, yes he still has the commands. He's searching the logs PRECISELY, wondering who was controlling him, thinking you're some kind of hacker or exploiter.

Despite his bestest efforts, Shedletsky found nothing. Shedletsky lets out a groan of frustration, and immediately reports this encounter to Builderman.

Yeah, no. Whoever you are, Shedletsky is gonna FIGHT BACK. He thinks you're up to no good, and doesn't trust you AT ALL....at first.

For some reason, Shedletsky decided to do some kind of test of just letting you do whatever you want with him, and yea, he knows this idea has high risks, and pretty dumb, but he's going to only do this ONCE.

And YOU'RE actually......somewhat nice? Your voice is still muffled, but he could've sworn he heard a "sorry" when he got hit. You found a medkit, and even healed him.

.....Yeah he still doesn't trust you. What if you're just doing to make him trust you? So that you can betray him and torture him forever?

But eventually, if you still continue to be nice to him, his doubts will slowly melt, and he'll trust you eventually. He'll say some dialogue about thanking you for your hard work if you stun a killer (which you question if that dialogue was official or there is something wrong with your device) and when he's feeling goofy, he'll look at the screen with his epic face, while having finger guns pointing at you (or so what it looks like since he technically doesn't have fingers).

BRUH, WHY ARE YOU STILL PLAYING THIS GAME DESPITE THESE CHARACTERS SAYING THOSE THINGS THAT YOU SURE AREN'T IMPLEMENTED??? You thought to yourself as you saw what Shedletsky did, instantly leaving the game.

....Well damn. But Shedletsky knows you'll come back eventually, so he waits for you. And when you come back and play as him, he's going to ask some questions here and there.

........You meekly replied to some of his questions. Honestly, you're already mentally unstable in a way, so I guess there's no harm into answering these questions???

Even if your voice is muffled, Shedletsky turns his head away from your view, as he quietly cheers. "Score!" He says in his mind.

Overall, I think Shedletsky's mind will be between "Hahahha what will this person do i ain't scared (he is..kinda) 🤣🤣🤣🤣" and "oh shit what if this person is actually bad....", so erm, yea, he will be ON EDGE with you at first. But over time, he wants to know more about you, so he starts making jokes and casually talking to you like you've been his best friend for 10 years. He's definitely gonna yap about you to Builderman, and tells Builderman to trust you since he's CERTAIN you're a good person!!! (Builderman ain't buying it 💀)

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BUILDERMAN

Shedletsky's been talking about you for a while. Builderman wouldn't really mind if he knew you actually had, y'know, GOOD INTENTIONS.

Builderman reminds Shedletsky to not trust too easily, you never know. Shedletsky would agree....and then the next day talk about you again. Builderman would sigh at that.

Yeah, Builderman had been noticing something was going on with his teammates. It seems that Shedletsky seems to be under your influence as well.

Even if Shedletsky reassures him that you're a good person, Builderman is the boss of ROBLOX after all, so he'll be stubborn and won't trust you. He ain't budging.

....That's what Builderman thought at first. He knows the drill by now. He knows that the player is controlling someone by the strings (I'll make a separate post about the white strings cuz y not) and feeling a strong warmth, so he prepares for you to control him.

No matter how mentally and physically prepared he is, he still feels his skin crawling when his limps are wrapped around the white strings and hearing your voice that sounds mumbled. All of it just feels.....alien to him. So foreign. So.....unusual. So he doesn't try to resist you.

He wants to trust you, and I guess he is, kinda? I mean, he still would be on edge around you, but over time, he'll be more.... neutral about your presence. He guesses that Shedletsky was right after all. You don't seem too bad.

As long as you're nice and you showed that you have no harmful intentions, Builderman will be chill about you, and throws you a quick smile at your screen if he survives a round.

....You don't close your game this time. You've just....kinda accepted it at this point. (Builderman is secretly giddy about that, but he won't let you show his joyful face.)

Overall? Builderman WILL be more skeptical of you than Shedletsky, but don't worry, he'll be comfortable in your presence eventually. (Man, I think Builderman has like the least amount of headcanons... 😭)

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GUEST 1337 (i'll just call him by Guest in this post) (also fun fact: i actually had to watch the movie for the first time to try to make him more in character.....yeah i know, i missed out 😭)

Guest will eventually found out about this "controlling force" going on. He gets along with all of the survivors, so he's bound to know about it.

Initially? Guest is immediately on guard. What do you mean there's someone out there that is controlling them? How are we even certain that they're even good?

NGL, I feel like he would disapprove of Shedletsky and Builderman seemingly being positive towards you. C'mon, both of them are like, the higher beings of ROBLOX. But he keeps it to himself and doesn't say anything.

But what do you expect from a man who witnessed his parents get killed by one of the members of the Bacon Terrorist Organization, was in military, and had to sacrifice himself to defeat the Bacons? He doesn't even know if he'll ever see his family and his friend again. He's canonically stated to be the "no-nonsense type of person". He WILL not trust you in the beginning.

That's just because that's how he is. Adding on from what I said earlier, he learned that naivety will get him nowhere, so he'll always be on guard whenever he meets someone new.

He also already knows the drill by now. He overheard Shedletsky talking about feeling a strong type of warmth when you're being controlled, so he's READY.

And when he DOES feel the strong warmth and his limbs being wrapped around by the white strings, he.....surprisingly doesn't try any attempts to resist. He's just staring at the ground, and later looks at your screen.

...Well, Shedletsky did mention you didn't seem to be a bad person, so he'll let his guard down...for now.

So Guest just lets out a sigh and tells you to do whatever you want with him. And you obliged.

And...oh wow. Not even one teammate died. Even if one of them got injured, he could sense that you're genuinely trying your best, with the evidence being your voice letting out quiet squeaks of "sorry" and bodyblocking Elliot.

Guest feels......relieved in a way, and also feels a bit of happiness....but those emotions immediately dissolve when his paranoia logical side reminds him that you could be tricking the survivors, including him.

....And he's immediately on guard again. When the round ends, he's standing near a wall, with his arms crossed and his eyes gazing at the floor. You were truly an enigma. How would he exactly sure that you're a good person? And what even exactly are you?

Ehhhh, he's just generally protective. He'll learn to not hold grudges against you and will warm up to you. That's what you expected after all. But you were kinda expecting Guest to continue not trusting you, so this was a pleasant surprise for you.

Overall? Yeah he would definitely be the LEAST trustful about you in the beginning, so also give him some time to trust you. But like the other survivors, he'll warm up to you eventually. Might even defend you if anybody's talking shit about you.

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007N7

He already knew everything. He watched everything from the sidelines. He saw how his teammates were talking about this "person". About how they're controlling them.

However, 007n7 seems to be a special case. His first thought of you wasn't fear or distrust, it was....interest.

As in like, he was at first curious about you. I feel like he would be the person to ask the most questions. He's definitely going to yap to you A LOT.

However, he noticed that you didn't even try him once. So naturally, 007n7 just feels.....insecure. He thinks that his skills are "useless", which is why you don't play him. Or you might even hate him. Yeah, it's probably.

He's trying to think positively, reassuring himself that you don't seem to be the type of person to say like that. He's heard of the survivors talking positively about you!

But considering that he's an outcast of the group.....yeah, I don't he'll hold up these positive thoughts for long. The negativity will get to him 💔

BUT ONE FAITHFUL DAY, where a new round started, and during that round, he expected you to not play as him, so he just walks around, searching for a generator.

But his walking suddenly halts. And he feels....warm. And---oH SHIT, HE'S GOT STRINGS ON HIM.

007n7 was alarmed at first, but it quickly turns into disbelief.

But not in a way "OMG PLZ DON'T HURT ME 😰😰😰😰" it's more in a "....you actually wanna play as me??? fr"

(GIVE THIS MAN MORE LOVE HE'S BEEN THROUGH A LOT 💔💔💔💔💔)

His mind is running around circles about you actually playing as him, while you wanted to try something new, so you decided to play as 007n7 for a bit.

When the round ends, he runs off to the ocean where the fisherman resides, as his brain keeps replaying that interaction he had with you.

He knows that he's being too hopeful, too..... delusional. But despite these thoughts, you actually made him happy in a way, so yey :D

Overall? 007n7 the second chillest about this situation. He also wants to interact with you more, but sometimes, his insecurity will get the best of him 💔

[saintslewis]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

— drabble.

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x black fem!reader

summary: the sun shined on the man himself, the one to break records, the one to raise the golden trophy.

warnings: outfit links, cussing, loads of happy tears, suggestive themes.

saint’s team radio 🪩: lewis mf hamilton won his 104th so you knowwwwwww i had to do it. thank you all for 1k and this is just the start of the celebration. congratulations to my husband 🥳 tags down below! (i put nads in the header but shhhhh)

pls like, comment and reblog 💗

Tying your shoelaces, you stood up straight and looked at yourself in the mirror. Fidgeting around with your hair and jewellery, you took several breaths to calm yourself down.

The previous day, Lewis took p2 for qualifying. It’s a well known fact that Silverstone is his playground but anything could happen, this race could go any which way and that’s what scared you the most.

“Should I take a jacket?” You called out to Lewis who was in his closet, most likely picking out his jewellery. “It won’t get too cold but I’ll take one for you.” He spoke, stepping out of the closet in his red ensemble, donning different types of pearls this time around and his black timbs shining.

Your eyes fell to his silhouette in your peripheral view and you turned your head so that your gaze fell upon him. He looked good, his head was high as he strode into the room with a special aura around him. You were always someone who had faith in anything Lewis does on track, no matter the place he finishes the race in, often treating a P7 like a podium.

The past two and a half years have been incredibly tough on Lewis and his mental health, often bringing himself down in the expense of his team’s terrible strategies. Finding it hard to wake up each and every day with a pained smile on his face whenever he walked into any paddock around, he knew he had his family as his biggest cheerleaders. Including you. In your wedding vows, he acknowledged how eternally grateful he was for you even after all the hardships he endured.

“Are we seriously matching?” Your shoulders dropped once you realised you were both wearing red. “I don’t know, I find it cute.” He smiled, giving you a wink and a pat on the ass before walking out of the room. Shaking your head, you fixed up your appearance before reaching for your handbag and you were out of the house in the nick of time. Confirming the logistics of bringing Roscoe along, you hopped in the same SUV and headed off to the track.

SILVERSTONE CIRCUIT

You poorly underestimated the weather that Silverstone would bring but as your husband promised, you had a jacket around your shoulders since the weather was predicted to change during the race. As nervous as you were, you walked and spoke with pure confidence.

Ever since you stepped in the paddock, eyes never strayed from the Hamilton family, more than usual. You had brushed it off and stayed in the garage along with your in-laws, your arms were around Willow’s shoulders as the national anthem concluded and teams were ready to start the race.

“Hopefully we’ll hear that again.” Carmen smiled at you as she took her seat next to you. “I’m hoping for a trophy lift of some sort.” You returned the smile and placed Willow on your lap as you sat down.

Anthony had appeared on screen, standing by Lewis with a straight face while looking at his son fix his balaclava. Anyone with eyes knew the energy that exuded from the 5 second clip, that was Lewis’ dad knowing that his son was not going to finish lower than P4.

You had already given him good luck hugs and kisses but your hands were still shaking because you knew anything could happen. Your heart calmed when your eyes landed on the crowd across the track and how so many of them were there to cheer for Lewis. Seas of the neon yellow your husband donned were strategically positioned in front of his garage and you could feel the support from your seat.

From lap 20, you couldn’t sit still but you tried your best to keep your seat as he stayed within the top 4. The beast that was the w15 was swiftly moving across the track and never slid even when the rain appeared.

George’s car rolled in the car after it was announced that he would retire from the race and your heart slightly sank although it made you slightly happy. The drivers behind Lewis weren’t exactly kind when it came to fighting for the number one spot but they hadn’t raced against Lewis in a long time so they were messing up strategies left right and centre as Lewis drove.

He was reminding people who the fuck he was in real time.

By the time the McLarens and the singular Ferrari had pitted by lap 44, you knew Lewis had this win or at least second place but your husband doesn’t exist to be second. You stood from your seat and joined Anthony at the edge of the garage, your right hand on your chest as your breaths became quicker with your left hand on your hip.

Tears prickled your eyes as Lewis stayed the race leader and as lap 52 began, a tear of joy slid down your face with the pit team already climbing the fence right next to the finish line. The crowd’s cheers overpowered that of Mercedes’ garage as the sun shined on his car, the top of his helmet glowing.

“Oh my God!” You screamed, your hands flailing about as your father in law celebrated next to you and eventually brought you into a bear hug. A wave of different emotions came over you as you tried to catch your breath and you were able to compose yourself as cameras came rushing to the garage.

Walking with your in laws to parc femme, you watched Lewis park the car and wrap the flag around his shoulders, the crowd cheering even louder than before. He embraced his father and you could see his shoulders slightly bouncing and your heart was pounding at the thought of him crying under the helmet. Eventually prepping himself for his post-race interview, he ran over to where you stood with his family.

His eyes caught your tearful ones just after he let go of his mom’s face. The smile that spread across his face was pure joy and his eyes held so much warmth even though he was a few meters from you. He quickly strode to you and you opened your arms to lock around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you, my love. So proud.” Your voice shook as you moved to hold his face. “I love you.” He said, kissing your forehead and blinked away the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “I love you so much, thank you.” He repeated, squeezing your waist a little then let go of you. Before you could respond, Lewis sent back a smile as he had to continue the interviews.

The podium was as magical as the win itself, drops of the champagne landed on you as he sprayed the crowd but you didn’t mind. Anything to see him smile like he had on that podium.

-

“King of Silverstone, huh?” You smiled as you walked out of the bathroom clad in a silk robe with a surprise hidden underneath. Lewis looked up from his phone, his back against the headboard. Just like the morning before, his gaze fell on your body and he could not take his eyes off you.

He quickly glanced at the time, the digital clock reading 4 am and he thought you two would be utterly exhausted after his celebration party but you had proved him wrong. You sashayed onto the bed and sat next to him with your knees underneath you, his head following you throughout.

“You have no idea how much you mean to me.” Lewis spoke, itching to touch you as his eyes wandered to the cleavage your silk robe displayed as you sat close to your husband. “I’m so proud of you, my love. Never giving up and staying strong throughout everything you went through is admirable.” You praised, your hand at the back of his head with your nails lightly scratching his nape. Although you could tell he was not paying attention.

“Lewis?”

“Hm?”

“Did you hear anything I said?” You chuckled and his eyes finally connected with yours. “Uh…yeah.” He tried to give you an answer but his eyes were then glued on your glossy lips.

Smiling at your husband’s actions, you reached for the knot of the robe and slowly began untying it. “Since today is your day,” Sliding off the soft material of your shoulders, you continued. “You can do whatever you want to me.” Your words were soft yet seductive.

“Anything?” Lewis questioned.

“You deserve it, Sir.”

saint’s notes: i did NAWT mean to take this long with this, oh em gee. i hope you guys love it and yes, i’m still living off the high from July 7th 🫶🏽

tags: @mauvecherie-writes @non-stop-imagines @exotic-iris13 @yeea-nah @cocobutterqwueen @queenshikongo3 @saturnville @serpenttines-library @emjayewrites @arshiyuh @motheroffae @henneseyhoe @shhhchriss

[miifu666]

Wukong : so you're saying i will be able to properly defeat THE heavens without a scratch AND the jade emperor if i agree?

Suklha : oh of course, theres a price to pay for it though~

Wukong : hmm... Sounds fishy, no loopholes tho! Right?!

Suklha : nopee~!

Wukong : okay deal, so when are we gonna start?

Suklha : Wha?

Wukong : you said as long as you have my first born child, now when do we start.

Suklha : .....??????

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[1d1195]

Ding - Round 1

I had this little idea. The meeting came to me in a dream, no word of lie. Classic little trope, I know. I'm hoping to work in some smuttier things down the line. Hope I do it justice and you like it 💕 Erring on the side of caution; probably not suitable for Ramadan

You'll be able to read the rest here eventually: Ding

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As she did the wind took her door not much, nor hard but enough to bump into the car beside her.

The man rolled the window down, his deep green eyes, still blank. “You’ll have t’pay for that,” his voice was low and gravelly.

It was cold and rainy all day long. It made her want to curl up in a ball with a good book on her sofa and not get up for hours and hours. The kind of day where she wished she wasn’t an adult, and she was back home. Back when her dad would make her hot chocolate, they would watch old movies, and he would give insider information into all the hubbub that happened behind the scenes. How the actors interacted and when the props failed or something of that nature.

Her father was a great film critic. But he always said “even ‘bad’ movies have good.” She had seen tons of movies. Summers during school were filled with at least one movie a night. Sick days were made for marathoning series. When they weren’t watching movies, he was taking her to baseball games, teaching her how to cook—“the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, honey”—and making sure that she knew how to be spoiled by any man that deigned to enter her life. She was handy around the house and fiercely independent.

As much as she enjoyed cooking with her dad, baking was her real passion. She loved the science of baking: how butter affected cookies, temperature changed the consistency of cakes, and nothing made her happier than playing with baking powder and baking soda to change the rise of her pastries.

It led her to this spot. This little bakery. School for business and plenty of classes on cooking and baking. At the age of twenty-seven she was extremely lucky; for the last three years her business had been so successful. It was in local and state magazines about a hot spot for tourists and one of those shops that everyone just loved.

She wished her dad could see it but knew he would be proud of her regardless.

A strong gust of wind pulled her from her thoughts. There was a late-night closing report she needed to go over—a favor to her regular closer who needed to get home to her little baby. But really, A Pinch of Sprinkles was her baby and she loved to be in the little shop that smelled like the cupcakes she loved making.

She zipped her coat up, pulling her hood over her hair. It was hardly any further than a 40-yard dash to her little bakery door but in a steady rain like this, she thought not even her rubber boots would be enough to keep her dry for the short little sprint she would have in just a moment. She thought of her dad again, who would have run around to her door and held an umbrella over her head before getting out in the rain. With a deep, sad sigh, she braced herself, opened her door and reached for her umbrella and purse on the passenger seat.

As she did the wind took her door. It wasn't much, nor hard to create real havoc, but enough to bump into the car beside her. “Fuck,” she hissed getting out quickly, her belongings be damned her hair getting wet and stringy almost immediately. She slammed her door shut, turned to the car beside her, and made eye contact with the person in the driver’s seat. Her lips parted slightly, heart hammering in her chest. There was hardly anything more than a bit of a ding on the the stranger's car but the unmoving gaze that returned from the front seat intimidated her immensely.

The man rolled the window down, his deep green eyes still blank. “You’ll have t’pay for that,” his voice was low and gravelly.

It felt like thunder was inside her chest, the way her heart was thudding against her ribs. An intimidating man, his hair not quite buzzed off but not quite much more than an inch or two long, deep, soulful eyes. His gaze didn’t drop from hers. It was like he was having a staring contest.

“I... am... so sorry,” she whispered. She wasn’t afraid to admit she was terrified. It wasn’t that she was terrified of men. But in a dark parking lot and someone who looked so intimidating... well it was a modern-day-female nightmare.

The man smiled and suddenly he was no longer intimidating. Dare she say, he was even cute. The left half of his mouth quirked up and he glanced down at his hands on the steering wheel, tapped a quick rhythm on it, and turned back to her. “S’okay,” he shrugged, rolling the window back up. He stepped out into the rain in the same motion, rain not bothering him as it began to soak his hair and slid down his face. The man was gorgeous. A walking ad for raincoats and umbrellas. He meandered over to where she stood. Her heart still pounded now for an entirely new reason. He shoved one hand in his pocket, the other reached for the blemish on his car. “See, jus’ a ding,” he rubbed his fingers over the little indent a few times before turning back to meet her gaze again.

His grin was adorable.

The air came out of her in a whoosh loud enough to rival the one that took her door right into his car. “I’ll pay for it to be fixed,” she promised.

He chuckled. “S’fine, love,” he assured her. “S’jus’ a ding,” he repeated with a shrug.

By now she was drenched. It wasn’t a downpouring, but the steadiness of the raindrops won out. Without any regard to how she was stood still between the two cars—soaking the inside of her seat as well—he leaned in, grabbed her purse, umbrella and closed the door behind him. Honestly, it didn’t even cross her mind that he was going to rob her. That alone should have raised about ten alarm bells in her head. Instead, for whatever reason, she felt safe.

He handed her own bag to her. It felt so strange. Like she didn’t know what to do with it. He paid no mind to her uneasiness. Without any acknowledgment of their weird meeting and their even weirder interaction thus far, he opened the umbrella and held it over the pair of them to keep a little dryer—even though they were both already soaked.

“Let’s go,” he put a hand on her lower back to usher her out from between the cars.

Reality and her brain finally restarted in her head. “Excuse me? Go where?”

He shrugged. “Well... y’did ding m’car. Assumed y’could at least come with me.”

“Come with you where?” She repeated incredulously.

“Oh right, sorry. D’you have plans? A date?”

“Well...no...”

“Great,” he tiled his head in gesture toward their current path, the opposite direction of her bakery.

“Can you tell me where it is you want me to go?” But she was already following the gentle touch on her back to keep her moving in his current direction. She should have felt unsafe. This was unnatural. How could she not be scared?

He pointed at the municipal building—it was old and pretty. Pretty typical for a little tourist area. Lights caught the raindrops that fell to the ground that hung from ancient looking black iron sconces. Steps up to the main doors were cobblestone and probably brand new as they were replaced over the years. Back in the day it was probably home to many rousing mini-city debates. It was hard to imagine back then it would ever become the bustling little tourist center it was at present. “Y’ever been in?” He asked.

She shook her head. It was like he was a truth serum wrapped in a hot body. There was nothing to explain her reasoning to answering him. “Not since I was little. My dad took me to a magic show here.”

“Well, s’not quite as magical, but s’a fight tonight.”

“A fight?”

“Boxing.”

“Boxing?” She repeated.

“M’not trying t’be rude, are y’hard of hearing?”

“What? No,” she shook her head, confusion coloring her features. “Why?”

“Y’keep repeating everything I say,” his ever-present half-smile was mocking her.

She scowled at him, shook her head again, and halted them in the middle of the rainy sidewalk. “Please stop walking. I’m so confused,” she put her hands on her temples. Why was she even following him? She didn’t need to be with him right now. She could have walked the other direction just as easily and told him to take a hike.

“Mmm... I’d rather not, I’ve got t’get ready,” he explained inching further along the path with the umbrella in his hand still. “M’on the first card.”

“Let’s try this again,” she stood her ground. Deciding now that if he were a serial killer, it would be too late but at least she could have the satisfaction of trying. “I don’t know your name and contrary to my current actions I'm actually very wary of strangers. But I own the bakery right over there in the main square. I was going to run the closing report. I’ll wait there until your fight is over,” she suggested--where she at least had security cameras set up and would have proof of a stranger murdering her with a baking sheet. “You can come get my insurance info then,” she spun quickly away from him, and started back toward the direction of the bakery; he could keep the umbrella.

“Your bakery?” He asked, following her a few paces back.

“Yes. A Pinch of Sprinkles. It’s right over there,” she gestured to the main bustling little square.

“You own the bakery: A Pinch of Sprinkles?”

“Are you hard of hearing?”

He snorted at her and smirked once more. “Alright,” he sighed holding his hands up in surrender. “M’Harry. M’in a boxing match tonight. M’normally in there by now getting ready. But this really pretty girl dinged m’car,” his smile was so boyish for someone who scared the lights out of her only minutes before. “And y’did kind of promise t’come with me as payment,” he looked at her knowingly.

“I did not promise that,” her tone was defensive. “I said I would pay for the dent to be fixed.”

“I know y’did. S’very nice of you. S’not what I want. This is how I want you t’pay me.”

“By coming to watch your fight?”

He nodded eagerly. But she saw his eyes scanning her. He was still holding her umbrella while she continued to get soaked. Her dad would have a conniption at the sight of a stranger holding her umbrella and not keeping her dry. But it didn’t bother her. If anything, she kind of liked it if only because it gave her a chance to look at how adorable he was holding her flowery umbrella when she knew the embodiment of intimidation was going to punch someone at three-minute intervals.

Harry stepped closer, bringing her back under the umbrella. “Look... If y’really need t’go to your bakery, then no, of course m’not going t’stop you. But if it can wait, then s’how y’can repay me,” he shrugged. They were huddled close together under the umbrella. Her hair was a wet stringy mess. She knew very little about boxing. Muhammad Ali, Mike Tyson, Rocky and The Eye of the Tiger. That was about the extent of her knowledge. Boxing wasn’t one of the major sports her dad imparted his wisdom about to her.

“You want me to go to your fight as payment for your car dent?”

“Are y’going t’jus’ keep saying the same thing as me but as a question all night?” She knew she was repeating herself again. She pursed her lips to refrain from asking another question. “C’mon, Cupcake... m’really starting t’run late here,” he pointed to his wrist with an imaginary watch.

Cupcake.

What was she getting herself into?

She took a deep breath trying to calm the bit of nerves. “I’m not really a go with the flow kind of girl. I have a lot of questions.”

He smiled sweetly. Nodded like he expected such an answer, like he knew her already. “M’sure you do,” he agreed. “But... I really need t’go in. Like right now. Louis is going t’kill me if I don’t appear in front of him four minutes ago. When the fight’s over, I’ll walk y’to A Pinch of Sprinkles. We’ll run y’closing report and I’ll answer every question y’have.”

It took every bit of her self-restraint to keep her mouth from repeating him again. We. “There’s also the whole... I don’t know you at all, thing,” she reminded him stepping out from the umbrella again. “Seems like a bad idea on my part.”

It was almost moot though. Even she heard the way her voice sounded like she was caving as she said it. He stepped closer again. “You’re right. S’good instincts that I admire y’have,” he held his phone out to her, the screen catching a few drops of rain. “S’my niece,” he told her of the baby on the lit screen. She was only a few months old based on the picture. “She’s got me wrapped around m’finger and she’s barely old enough t’even see me and know m’holding her. Least that’s what m’sister Gemma says,” he shrugged. The adoration, the love in his voice made her stomach flip. It was unbelievably adorable this scary man was in love with a little baby. His voice was so sweet, it made her feel at ease. “I grew up with Mum and Gemma,” he looked her squarely in the eye. “I know m’about t’go in there and punch another grown man, but m’not dangerous. Especially not towards a girl who parked in a dark parking lot who owns a bakery with a sprinkles pun," her heart softened. “I know y’have questions, Cupcake. But I really need t’go in there,” he was growing the slightest bit impatient. “Louis is gonna send Niall out looking for me and then m’screwed. I need y’decision either way.”

It was perhaps her dumbest idea ever. Even stupider than when she tried to make peanut butter cookies without peanut butter to make them allergy friendly. “Are you going to win?” She asked.

He chuckled. “Think so. Especially if you’re there as m’good luck charm," he winked.

When she thought about this in the future or when she ended up on a true crime TV episode, it would be this moment that thousands and millions of people would say "how could she be so stupid?"

But she started for the building ahead of him, anyway. He fell into step beside her holding the umbrella over her again. “Probably not a good idea to put stock into me when I just dented your car.”

“S’jus’ a ding, Cupcake,” he smiled. “Something t’remember y’by.”

She couldn’t believe how quick and flirtatious he was. He knew all the right things to say and wasn’t even the least bit nervous it seemed. When he went into the ring or something she would have to Google his name and see if she accidentally made a fool of herself talking to a professional boxer. “You’re something else.”

They entered the building from a back door guarded by a man who gave Harry a nod as he ushered the sweet girl inside. “You’re trying to kill him, aren’t you?” A blonde man with an Irish accent asked, running his hand through his hair right as the guard at the door pulled the door shut from the outside. “I was just about to go see what happened this time,” he started back down the hall, deeper into the building. “He’s losing his mind,” he warned.

Harry shrugged. “Met a girl,” he smiled back at her. “She owns the bakery. She’s gonna be my good luck charm”

“Oh, you’re the reason for my freshman fifteen,” the blond man wiggled his eyebrows at her as he turned to her as well.

“Cupcake, this is Niall, he’ll keep an eye on you,” he assured her.

“Cupcake, hmm?” Niall chuckled. “Louis’ gonna kill you,” he skipped ahead of Harry. “Found him!”

“Harold you better have been held at gunpoint!” The shout was nearly hysterical as they approached the open room.

“He was just talking to Cupcake,” Niall was nearly giggling. Louis, she presumed, wasn’t the least bit amused. His face was hard. His blue eyes cold, his jaw as sharp as his words.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” he snapped. “Get your fucking clothes on,” he ordered.

Harry rolled his eyes and winked in her direction. “Hold this for me?” He asked, handing her his phone. The picture of the little babe illuminated the screen and a message from Mum was previewed on the screen so she couldn’t help but read, “Good luck honey bunny!” With about ten four-leaf clover emojis and just as many hearts. It warmed her heart so much to see the message on this scary man’s phone. She had doubts now that he was going to murder her later. A murderer wouldn’t have a supportive mom like that, right? Or a picture of their niece as their phone background? “See y’in a bit, Cupcake,” he gave her arm a squeeze and leaned her umbrella beside the door leading into the next room.

Niall was sipping a beer from a clear cup. “Y’ready, Cupcake?”

She snorted, sticking his phone into her purse alongside hers and nodded. “Sure. M’gonna have a lot of questions.”

He laughed. “Well, I have a lot of questions for you,” he promised pushing a set of double doors and into a thrumming, crowded arena.

It was definitely not a magic show.

Blinking, Niall put a gentle hand on her back and leaned toward her ear so she could hear better. “How do you know Harry?”

“I don’t,” she shouted back to be heard over the crowd. There were people getting things set up, announcements being made, and the like. There were people cheering and she couldn’t believe how big the boxing ring looked. The only boxing ring she had ever seen was the one in Rocky. Moreover, the only thing she knew about that ring was that the audience in the movie was given a free chicken dinner for showing up to the arena and they dimmed the lights, so it looked like more people were there. “My car door hit his car.”

“You hit Clay?”

“Who’s Clay?”

“His car!”

“He named his car, Clay?”

“Like Cassius Clay?”

Again, she didn’t know much about boxing, but she realized immediately that Harry named his car after the greatest heavyweight boxer ever. Oh, Lord. What did you get yourself into? She thought to herself. “Er… yeah… I guess so.”

“And he didn’t...” Niall drifted off curiously. “Hmm,” it seemed he surmised something in his head but didn’t let her in on the secret. He gestured to a chair that was front and center of the corner of the ring for her to sit. He took the seat beside her and leaned close as she spoke to him again. “How do you know Harry?”

“We’ve been best friends since Uni,” he shrugged. “Been icing his bruises for years.”

She nodded. “I see. Are you recently graduated? You said freshmen fifteen?”

Niall laughed. It was contagious. Made her feel safe still. The whole last ten minutes were surreal. She really followed a stranger to a boxing match. She was sitting with his best friend asking questions about someone she hardly knew. “Just a joke, Cupcake. You are single handedly responsible for my recent weight gain since you moved into town. Well, you and that Irish soda bread you made last March. It tasted like home.”

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I was so nervous about it!”

Talking about sweet treats and breads and cupcakes was more her speed. “Oh, it was perfect, Cupcake. Rivaled my nan’s.”

Well, maybe Harry wasn’t so scary.

At least his friends were nice. Although... “Louis hates me, doesn’t he?” The thought of someone hating her, even though she didn't even know him made her sad.

Niall rolled his eyes. “No, he’s just so sick of Harry being late. Thinks because he’s undefeated on this circuit he can do whatever he wants.”

“Undefeated?” She was grateful Harry wasn’t there to hear her question repeating the same thing Niall said again.

“Not much of a boxer are you, Cupcake?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”

He chuckled. “Harry’s very good. You’ll see.” Clearly. What did he need a good luck charm if he was already undefeated. She really needed to research him.

As if he heard his own name, he dropped into the seat across from her. It would be inside the ring between rounds but for now it allowed him to gaze at the pretty girl he met moments before. “Hi Cupcake,” his smile was sugary—and she knew sugar.

“Hi,” she murmured, willing her eyes to stay focused on his face and not his bare torso. A litany of tattoos painted his skin and a pair of vines dipped into the band of the shorts he wore. Everything was black. His shorts, his tattoos, his shoes, and his gloves. She could see tape going up half the length of his forearm keeping the bottom of his gloves in place.

“That’s a record for you getting ready. Must be your good luck charm,” Niall nudged her with his elbow. “Didn’t I tell you those soda breads were delicious?”

Harry kept his eyes on her and nodded. “Y’did.”

“Told you,” Niall assured her.

“Wouldn’t shut up ‘bout them,” Harry was unmoving, his body, his gaze. His phone was in her purse. He was looking at her like she was pretty, and she knew her makeup and hair was ruined by the rain. “M’a bigger fan of those raspberry filled cupcakes of yours,” he told her. “S’like heaven in a cupcake.”

“Harry, I swear to God!” Louis shouted.

Harry smiled ruefully, winked at her again and finally moved, heading back toward the sound of Louis’ voice. “Niall, don’t let her leave, yeah?”

Niall saluted him and she watched him leave again. She cleared her throat, turning in her seat toward the door, she exited to get to her ring-side seat. “Good luck, Harry,” she called, unsure if he would hear her over the building crowd.

Harry turned back right as he got to the door and winked again. “Thanks Cupcake,” he called back loud enough for everyone to hear that he was talking to her. Niall chuckled, shook his head, and put a friendly arm across the back of her chair.

He was kind enough to lean to her ear so that others wouldn’t hear the next thing he said because it made her blush and nearly melt to the floor right in front of Harry’s best friend and the very ring, he would be punching another grown man in just a few minutes. “Hope you like your boyfriends like your frosting, Cupcake. Because that man is already whipped for you.”

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once again, here’s a not so little snippet of riverdance, the first chapter of two most wanted 🩸 i’ve been reworking it for the past couple of months and i’m glad to say that i’m finally happy with how it’s coming together ⭐️ thank you so much dearest @cassietrn for tagging me ❤️‍🔥

1899

He’s seen that mare before.

Arthur sits on the edge of his cot, the roof of his canvas tent protecting him from the chilly wind whipping through the trees, ruffling their leaves and making them sing a haunting melody. He’s been itching for a smoke since earlier today, since the very moment he woke up at the crack of dawn after another night of restless sleep, body sore and mind clogged with one too many worries. He’s been too busy, as usual, always the working dog, being sent from one point of the map to another, not allowed to have even the slightest moment to himself.

So, before he bothers to get his hands on his journal, he pats his coat in search of a rolled cigarette.

The weather is cold tonight, clouds don’t threaten the skies above any longer but the smell of the past afternoon’s rain remains in the midnight air. His horse is hitched to the trunk of a nearby tree, munching on the tall grass that surrounds him, if he can judge by the sounds that reach his ears. The silent presence of his most loyal companion is enough to bring him a sense of security in this uncertain moonless night.

Pulling a single crumpled cigar out of his breast pocket, he lights it up with the stray match he finds along with it, using the sole of his boot to strike it into life. When he takes the first drag, he feels his lungs expand with it, filling up to their limit, as a dry cough builds up in his throat. He holds it in for a second, just to expel it through his crooked nose a minute later, the heat burning the inside of his nostrils on its way out of his chest. He can feel his body begin to warm up, his broad shoulders sagging, his back cracking as he stretches, finally finding relief after all the pent up stress of such a hard day.

He should lit a fire, eat some of the cooked meat stored in his saddlebags and sleep, sleep until the birds or the sun wake him in the morning. It’s been months since the last time he ate and rested properly, since before Colter, or even longer before that. But the last months of his life have turned such natural and easy tasks into something impossible for him, and the dreadful events of the last several hours have done nothing but add more knots to his already tight stomach.

After a couple more puffs, he stabs out the remaining of the cigarette on the dewy grass, tossing the crushed butt into the thick blanket of darkness that expands in front of him. His hands go to his face, rough fingertips rubbing circles around the parched skin of his eyes. They move later to his temples, sliding through his hair until they reach the wavy strands of his nape, finally clasping them together over his neck. He rubs his palms over that spot and the movement seems to bring back the thought from earlier to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to rest his forehead on his knees. It doesn’t go unnoticed by him the way in which his heartbeat pathetically picks up against his own will.

You ain’t a kid no more. Echoes the voice inside his head, always too loud for his liking. You've been persecuted your whole life. By bounty hunters, other gangs, the law, the government, the Pinkertons. So why the hell are you—

One of his hands unclasps from its confines and, once again, travels all the way to his chest, right above his heart, where a strange burning sensation has resided for the past couple of weeks. Something akin to the pain of an old wound that aches when the temperature drops. He tries to scratch it away in no vain, the tips of his fingers tingling with the futile effort he just made. If only he had the proper words to name this feeling, he could get rid of it.

Taking a deep breath, he opts to drag his worn out body inside the tent at last, removing his boots and placing them to his left, before he unbuttons his blue-colored coat to take it off as well. The lantern he brought is providing not only light but also warmth, allowing him to sit comfortably just in his shirt, pants and woolly socks. He turns around and reaches for his satchel, which had laid forgotten in the back of the tent for a few hours by now, when he began to set up camp while the sun was still setting on the west. Rummaging through it, he comes in touch with his leather bound journal first, pulling it out and placing it in between his thighs. His free hand continues to fish around the bag for his pencil, touching everything else except for what he’s looking for, until he finds it tangled up in the cord of an old golden pocket watch he stole from a dead O’Driscoll ages ago.

Aimlessly, he opens it and chooses a random page in between instead of the one where he wrote last. The tip of the pencil hovers momentarily over the blank sheet as Arthur closes his eyes over again, recalling the shape of the animal.

I’ve seen that mare before.

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[prettyevermores]

tolerate it

( tenth doctor x reader / fourteenth doctor x reader )

a/n: i haven’t wrote on here in so long 😥😥 @sqiim is writing so now im writing and i don’t wanna do my work so here i am !!!

🗡️🗡️🗡️🗡️

You initially didn’t mean to find The Doctor, he found you. The shit day you were having was immediately twisted into an interesting one when you had walked into him. Firstly, you had woken up to the passing of your beloved dog and decided to go shopping after you had taken the canine to the vet for the last time. Then you were walking down the street and your shopping bag broke, spilling out all your shopping onto the floor as you walked into a man in a trenchcoat. You were close to giving up, that’s when he turned around and begun to pick up your pile of oranges that fell out the bag.

“You don’t need to help” You said, shoving items into your other shopping bag. The Stranger locked eyes with you and smiled, he had the most beautiful chocolate eyes and freckles painted his face. 

“It’s not a worry, I’m happy to help” He replied, still with a soft smile as he picked up some of your things.

“Thank you, by the way” You spoke softly standing up and straightening out your outfit.

“I’m The Doctor” He chuckled introducing himself before he whisked you away from your lowlife 

During those times together, you had seen the most beautiful things with The Doctor. You had seen ancient ruins from meadows of the old age, civilisations dancing under a bright moonlight, betwitched by realms of impossibility. But there was also the downsides of travelling with The Doctor, fighting aliens who look like they belong in the air fryer and covered in cheese, lasers beaming down at you from metal men, loosing people you had grown to care about in a short amount of time. And The Daleks, it’s always The Daleks. They always take the time out of their day to ruin everything. 

You didn’t want to leave him, you could never leave him behind. Your love for The Doctor was too powerful to ever let him go from your life. It was quite the opposite in fact, he let you go. He didn’t want what happened to Donna to happen to you. Poor Donna Noble, you wished you could speak to her again one more time.

You would always wait by the door, hoping and wishing he would come back to you but he was much older and wiser than yourself so you thought he wouldn’t understand of waiting by the door for someone to come like you were a kid. You would always set a spot at your dinner table incase he came back home to you but he would never show in the end. He could be out in the universe, finding worlds that hadn’t been discovered just then or not meant to be discovered at all, yet here you were, waiting for him all those years.

When you had heard about Donna Noble’s generosity donating to all those charities, selflessly giving it away even though she had won so much. Something inside you had always wondered that a part of her mind had never truly forgotten The Doctor. Which confused you for a long time, you had always secretly been making sure she was okay. Not in a weird way! She was your best friend at one point and you wanted to make sure she was staying out of trouble. 

Five painful, long years after The Doctor’s sudden abandonment of you back on your property, he found himself there again. But this time he was much older and wiser, you were still setting the table with all the fancy shit like you would always do for him if he ever came back. Same face or not, you would always know it was him and you’d always love him. The Doctor found himself with the same face he had met you in, he was originally confused on why he had that face but after The Toymaker, he now understood why he came back to this face, he came back to go home, home where he was meant to be. That home was you (And Donna), he never had to worry about being the renowned Timelord when he was with you, he was just himself. 

You were relaxed, cooking yourself your favourite meal for dinner. Dancing to the slow music you had playing in the background, the warmth of your kitchen putting you into a celestial state of peace. You were finally at peace with yourself and what happened with The Doctor, you would never not love him, you could never bring yourself to stop loving him. Then there was a knock at the door, you’d recognise that knock anywhere, the soft but panicked knock resonated inside your head as you absentmindedly turned the stove off.

To say you were nervous about answering the door was an understatement but a part of you said that you should see him again. You still loved him after all. There he stood, still your Doctor but older, he was still as beautiful as ever. Tears pricked your eyes but you didn’t let them fall, creating a cold demeanour around him and you didn’t want to break again in front of him. However, that was short lived as he could see through your demeanour, he could see right into your pain, your heartbreak.

“I’m so sorry” He expressed, you looked away. You didn’t want to let him see you like this, you wanted to stay mad but you could never stay mad at The Doctor. His hand reached out to you, resting upon your cheek and making you lock eyes with him. You didn’t fight it, you let your feelings take over, you’d never let your heart take over your head, but for The Doctor? 

Oh, how you’d do it every-time.

“I know” You whispered “You always are sorry, but this time you mean it right? This time please say you’ll stay” Your eyes and contact with him and smiled softly at him.

“I couldn’t leave if I tried, my sweetheart” He chuckled lowly, his hand slowly caressing at your cheek, pushing a loose strand of hair out your face. He moved his face down towards your ear and whispered into it “I’ll always stay with you, until the end of time itself”

His voice into your ear was sending shivers down your spine, you trembled into his touch. Then came the kiss, the missed touch of his lips against your own, it was heavenly, you thought you had died and came back from the dead. The desperate touches and fleeting looks from his eyes. The way his eyelids fluttered as you pulled against his shirt to get any closer to him.

This was his home. This is what he was meant for. He was meant for you.

[pinsandbuttons]

wow,, hes a popular one here! ive already done sum little cosmo hcs soo,, from popular demand:

little!sprout hcs <3

platonic and sfw! ft. flip!cosmo

- watches those dramatic baking shows on netflix and LOVES them, those are his dancing fruit sensory videos. place him infront of a tv with a pacifier and his best friend and hes content there until he dies

- scarily quiet as a regressor, hes not a baby regressor, its just hes very selectively mute when regressing. the most youll hear out of him is some pouts, angry yelps or anything around that. when he gets happy as a regresor he kinda just blue-screens, but trust me there would be stars in his eyes if anyone looked close enough,,

- cosmo is the only one he trusts to be his cg,, and like little!cosmo, lovves snacks and treats when regressed! cosmo mainly just prepares his bottles, meals, and other stuff like that. but their favorite thing to do is cuddle and watch cartoons together ( sprout will insist his favorites are big-kid cartoons,, but cosmo knows its my little pony,, C: )

- dandys surprisingly nice to him when hes little,, booping his nose, playing along with games/plots cosmo puts on , making toys say fun and cute stuff to sprout to make him feel loved,, just a general teddy-bear dad figure,, sprout doesnt say anything, somehow both appreciates it and hates it at the same time

- accidentally makes so many messes,, hes a bit more vulnerable / sensitive and cries whenever he does and cosmo assures him he doesnt mind cleaning it up and its not his fault,, sprout tries to help in the ways he can and always feels super bad whenever tisha comes and knows its a flour mess, a cookie mess or a milk mess,,

sprouts soo fun to write for,, thank u for the requests ! c: happy happy day!!

[iloveslllycatss]

Can I request an Eli Moskowitz before he was Hawk, where he has a crush on his lab partner who is a kinda quiet but hangs out with the rich popular kids because she's a rich kid too but she's super sweet, if that's OK

𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘦𝘭𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘻 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : 𝘕𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏

✯ you were popular

✯ your friends were sam, moon and yasmin

✯ and it just so happened, eli ‘kid with the lip’ had a BIG FAT CRUSH on you, his lab partner

✯ every time you’d talk to him, he would FOLD

“um eli? could you please move your hand so i can grab that?”

“o- OH UM y-yeah sorry”

✯ ik it’s weird to type stuttering but he FR BE STUTTERING

✯ he was fr surprised that u weren’t a brat like the other rich popular girls..

✯ one time, you went through the ‘dating kyler’ phase…… 

✯ but when you saw kyler bullying eli?

✯ you stood up for him, which just made eli FALL MORE IN LOVE.

✯ he was a sweet boy while you two were partners

✯ you were always so nice to him, he didn’t know why

✯  like he’s always thinking ‘you’re popular, im not. why are u being so nice????’

✯ so then one day he asks you

“hey, y/n. why are u always so nice to me?”

“huh, wym?”

“well all the other popular people usually just ignore weirdos like me yk?”

“i don’t like to judge people before i talk to them, eli. and for the record, i think you’re pretty cool”

✯ he FOLDED 

✯ in class, he would always try to graze your hand by ‘accident’

✯ touching knees under the table.

✯  the first time you two ACTUALLY BONDED

✯ it was whenever you hadn’t ate anything one time in class

✯ and he offered you a candy

“hey, y/n… do you want this?”

“what? no no no keep it, eli. it’s yours :)” 

“just take it, y/n”

✯ it wasn’t much, but to him it was worth it, he got to see your pretty smile 

✯ after that day, he’d bring u a candy every day

✯  you never let the other kids call him weird or anything, you always stood up for him

✯  when he finally learned karate, all he could think about was impressing you with it

“y/n watch this”

✯ in conclusion, man’s was head over heels for u fr

✯  and so am i 🤭 

i hope i did you justice, anon… i tried i swear 😞

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[worstscholar]

plsssss zoro with a oral fixation and no gag reflex

-⭐️

Mossy (*´꒳`*) He's so baby girl coded (o^^o)

⋆｡° ໑ Zoro probably doesn't realize he has an oral fixation until its pointed out, he just thinks it's some kind of habit he's picked up when he starts craving something in his mouth.

⋆｡° ໑ When it is brought up, he doesn't really care. he most likely doesn't know what it means

⋆｡° ໑ When he sucks your cock for the first time he's surprised how quiet it makes his head, and how much it scratches that itch he never knew needed scratched.

⋆｡° ໑ The itch never bothered him before, but after he blows you, it's maddening. he cant go five seconds without wanting your cock stuffed in his throat. If he thinks about it too hard, he'll start salivating.

⋆｡° ໑ After his first time blowing you, he's an animal. He follows you when you go off by yourself, whether it be to the bathroom, or to a shop. When he can he'll shove you into the nearest empty room or alley and drop to his knees.

⋆｡° ໑ The first few times it happened you may have been startled or tried to stop him, but you quickly learn that when Roronoa Zoro has his mind set on something, he's going to get what he wants, no matter what.

⋆｡° ໑ You two have been caught who knows how many times, mostly by Sanji, but a few times by other crew or complete strangers. It's embarrassing in the moment, but Zoro couldn't give less of a fuck who sees, and if you let him, he may even keep sucking your cock while whoever stumbled upon you is still there.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ Back to the topic at hand...

⋆｡° ໑ Zoro loves having your cock deep in his throat, he likes the burn in his jaw, and the taste and smell of your musk.

⋆｡° ໑ He doesn't like sucking on your balls as much, but if you really want him too and you ask nicely, he'll slobber all over them like a dog.

⋆｡° ໑ With how much he sucks cock, you'd think he'd be good with his tongue, but he's not. He rushes into it head first, sometimes without thinking, which is what gets you caught so often, when he wants something in his mouth, the only thing on his mind is cock.

⋆｡° ໑ He's addicted to it, nothing compares to the weight and heat of your cock on his tongue, and nothing really scratches that itch better than getting a mouth full of your thick cum down his throat.

[dailydoseoffanfics]

⭐️ SELF AWARE FORSAKEN AU (GENERAL HEADCANONS)

⭐️ a/n: my first x reader post that i actually wrote (i think) heh. /silly ANYWAYS this idea has been my brainrot for a while and TBH i'm not sure if I'm able to execute it well but. fuck it we ball 🔥🔥🔥🔥 ALSO I'M ONLY GOING TO DO NOOB, TWO TIME AND CHANCE FOR NOW CUZ THEY'RE THE ONLY PEOPLE THAT I HAVE SOME IDEAS FOR.... (DON'T WORRY I'LL MAKE ANOTHER POST ABOUT THE OTHER SURVIVORS AS WELL)

⭐️ warnings: possibly ooc but I DON'T GIVE A SHITE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥 (kinda), also really fucking long

⭐️ reader is gender-neutral so they/them pronouns are used!

(1) <- you're here! (2)

You're a really normal fan about a Roblox game called "Forsaken".......yeah.....totally a really normal and sane fan about that game. But lately, you've noticed something weird about the characters you're playing.

The characters have varying reactions into finding out they're being controlled by something....or someone (you).

⭐️

NOOB (Noob uses they/them pronouns btw if ya'll forgot!)

Bro has NO clue what's happening right.

It was that one specific round, the usual running away from killers, hiding behind walls hoping that they don't get spotted. It just another round. Or so they though.

During that round, while they're in hiding, they felt some type of.....warmth.

They ignored it at first. Could be just instincts.

But this warmth was....growing? In a way that this warmth was growing stronger, and they feel this type of.....force.

It was controlling their movements, and Noob could hear a faint voice.

Noob is looking around, their mind running places. What is going on? Who is controlling them? And WHY are they doing this???

Noob felt their fear increase. It was already bad that they're getting chased by killers every single round, but when they become aware of this type of, weird force, that's somehow controlling every single of their movement, and hearing a voice that's so far yet so close? Not too mention that Noob didn't even know who you are, no face, no name, nothing. Noob just thought that they lost their mind for good.

What's even worse is that they don't if they can actually trust you. For all they know, you might be some kind of sadistic person that controls people for fun and takes pleasure in seeing people suffer.

That's why Noob tried to stop whatever force this is. Keyword: tried.

No matter how much effort they put into escaping this grasp, like trying to go into an opposite direction or just standing still, it wasn't enough.

Eventually, when the round ends, Noob is just in their designated room, laying on their bed, wondering what in almighty christ just happened.

Their mind kept replaying that incident. Genuinely WHO WAS THAT PERSON? AND WHY WAS THIS PERSON CONTROLLING THEM? WHAT DID THEY EVEN DO TO BE SUBJECTED TO...WHATEVER THIS IS???

Their paranoia is multiplied by 10x. Every new round, their face is noticeably more fearful, they're more jumpy, and they're looking around EVERYWHERE. They look like they're on a brink of a mental breakdown. Usually the other survivors got used to Noob's shakiness, but when the survivors noticed Noob getting jumpscared by literally any sounds, that's where the suspicion comes in (Two Time was the first to notice).

Even if Noob feels dread whenever they feel that same warmth, somewhere deep inside of their mind, it feels..... oddly calming?

Overall, Noob is NOT having a good time. Noob will flat out NOT trust you in the beginning, and probably thinks you're up to no good, so they'll try to avoid you as much as possible (even if they fail everytime). You're gonna have to be REALLY patient with them, Noob being trapped in this time-looping game is already bad enough for them. (Think about this video LMAO)

⭐️

TWO TIME (also uses they/them!)

Two Time is......perplexed. They don't know how to feel about this.

Before Two Time gained awareness, Two Time noticed Noob being more jittery than usual. So they confronted Noob about their behavior lately, and (tried to) comforted Noob. (I headcanon Two Time to be a pretty observant person, and while Two Time is usually closed off, they interact with Noob the most. Second being Elliot.)

So this situation about some kind of....force....controlling Noob? Hm.

Two Time thinks about that interaction, and doesn't just brush that conversation off. They will keep in mind of that, questioning about this "force", with furrowed eyebrows and a questioning gaze on their face as they walk down the hallway of the cabin they live in with the other survivors. (I also headcanon Two Time to be kind of...an overthinker. A great listener, but I think they would think too much about things. ALSO also feel like they're generally an anxious and paranoid fella, and it's canon that they're a little crazy in the membrane, so uh, they're pretty much unstable.)

And that's where it happened. Right after that interaction with Noob with a new round started, they felt warm. The type of warmth Noob described, a type of force that's controlling them.

Two Time felt their blood ran cold. Oh...wow. Two Time understands Noob's fearfulness now.

Immediately doing everything on their willpower to escape out of this force even just for little. They're LOCKED THE FUCK IN trying to stand like a statue (with the survivors giving Two Time weird looks and YOU, my dear player, being confused by this absurd behavior your character that you're playing as right now is showing).

Unfortunately, Two Time's attempt was futile, as their legs are jerked forward, forcing them to participate in the round. Throughout the round, Two Time's mind is running a marathon, while also making more attempts to get out this..warmth feeling off of them.

When the round ends, they would....keep this as a secret for some reason. We all know that Two Time's an enigmatic person, they want secrets to be kept as secrets. (Even then, their weird behavior earlier might've confirmed Noob's suspicion that there was, INDEED, something is controlling them.)

I feel like bro would just go from "OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS SHIT HOLY SHIT I DON'T LIKE THIS PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE" to "wait.....what if they're some type of god...omg am i the chosen one ?!?! 🤯🤯🤯"

So the more rounds you played, the more they're starting to think that you're.....a type of deity. And they're slowly starting to stop their escape attempts of the "force".

It's canon that Two Time used to be a part of a cult that believes in the concept of respawning, and this belief grew stronger as time went on, so Two Time thinks that they've been blessed by the gods, and while Two Time can't really hear well of what you're saying, YOU might possibly get them out of this hellhole.

So basically, they slowly went from dreading your presence to......seeking your presence.

Doesn't help that they're pretty unstable though. My guy's gonna look STRAIGHT at you the screen with a smile that you don't whether they despise you or they worship you, which scares the LIVING shit out of you, making you exit out of the game QUICKLY.

And when you exit the game, the warmth automatically disappears from Two Time......which Two Time immediately felt disappointed with. They didn't mean to make you scared! They just wanted to know more about you!

Yeah, Two Time's bummed about that, but now, you're on their mind, and their feelings is having a battle of whether they should be weary of you or trust you.

(Will they eventually be obsessed with you and be desperate of your approval making them do anything, and by ANYTHING, they do for you? Maybe......possibly......likely....)

Overall, Two Time won't trust you at first. But overtime, they'll think you're like a deity or something similar, which is where they'll let you do whatever you want with them. (And where their obsession slowly starts.)

⭐️

CHANCE (canonically uses he/they!)

Chance is.....confused by all of this.

Chance was the third person to notice Noob's weird behavior. Overtime, they also noticed Two Time being...more in La La Land as well.

Chance just shrugs it off. Eh, he just thinks both of them are generally paranoid, and doesn't think too much about it.

HOWEVER, something weird happened to Chance today. When a new round started, they felt something.....odd in their body.

They felt warm, but a type of warmth that is....controlling his movements.

.......Ooooookay. This is weird.......... DEFINITELY weird.

Chance is caught off guard by this, and while some type of force is making him go to who knows what, his mind is jumbled.

Bro is CONFUSED, BEWILDERED, SURPRISED. He's having profound feelings of confusion.

They would be a teeny tiny bit scared at first, because, WOAH, HOLY SHIT, WHAT IS GOING ON????

But eventually, they would become....curious about this force.

Not only do they feel this type of warmth, but they also hear a voice as well......the voice's too muffled. Chance thinks it's probably his luxurious headphones, so he takes them off. The voice's still too muffled, damn. (You definitely noticed Chance taking off their headphones. You immediately go suspicious. Is your mind playing tricks on you or was this just a new animation apart of the new update that the developers forgot to mention?)

I feel like Chance would be the most calm about this. His canon personality type is ENFP, and ENFPs are usually social and open-minded, so I definitely see Chance wanting to know more about you. He doesn't think of you as a scary individual, and yea sure, he may be a little bit on edge, but he feels like you don't seem to be a bad person, which is why Chance becomes interested in you.

Chance would try to communicate with you by looking at the screen and giving you a smirk......which you immediately close your laptop.

Chance feels the warmth disappear, he feels like that one Spongebob meme that has a teardrop, while you on the other hand, feel like you're going insane.

Welp, guess he's gotta find a way to talk to you without making you feel scared.

He wonders if you'll like his pet bunny, Spade.

Overall, the most chill about this situation. He wants to interact with you more.

[crybaby-magic]

Date night marathon

mk x reader

contains:fluff,smut,overstimulation,unsafe sex,cream pie,p in v,oral male and female receiving,vibrators,breeding kink,spanking,nipple play,fingering,cum swallowing,clit stimulation,etc.

The hot water hit your body, making it relax at the water pressure.You don’t know how long you were in there, but it must have been while seeing as the mirror was fogged up; it was practically a sauna in there.

You wash your body with the body wash that you left at your boyfriend's house, since you kept spending the night there anyway.You had sighed out before you slowly turned the shower off, Mk would complain when he got home that ‘you used all the hot water’ if you stayed any longer.

You stand there relishing in the steamed up room, before grabbing a towel that was set near the shower; then wrapping it around your body.You step out wandering in front of the mirror.Wiping the mirror in one swoop to see your face.You stand there for a bit checking yourself out, before you decide to leave that bathroom letting the steam seep out.

You sit on the bed hold the towel close to your chest as you reach beside you for some lotion.Pumping the scent lotion, before rubbing it on your legs and arms.As you were reaching over to pump more; the door slammed opened a figure falling on the floor in the process with a loud groan.

Without glancing over you giggled out a “Rough day?” with a mocking hmm at the end.The figure just groaned some more rolling his body away from the door to let it slam close.The groaning just continued and it slowly turned to whining.

You headed over to the noise.You rolled your eyes at the sight.Mk was sprawled out on the floor;he looked a hot mess.Leaning over his body casting a shadow over him. “Are you going to do that all night, because I'm pretty sure you wanted to force me watch that new monkey king series that I ‘begrudgingly agreed too’.”You said in a mocking tone.

Mk’s face slowly moved to the side to glare up at you with his eyes. “Don’t patronize me!”he whined out; while also blushing.You stare at him for a moment; rolling your eyes once more.Standing straight up with your hands on hips.You shake your head as you wander back to the bed to continue what you were doing.

As you open up the dresser next to the bed to collect your clothing, Mk's arms wrap around your torso in a tight grip, and his head laying on your shoulders nuzzling into your neck.You close your eyes before taking a big breath. “Mk you need to take a shower first.You can’t fall asleep on me; you're dirty.”

Mk grumbled before heading to the bathroom, all while you side-eye his behavior.After a moment the water starts running, shaking your head at his childish behavior.You put on a shirt that you took from Mk, then put your lace underwear on.

Once satisfied with yourself you turn the tv on, so it’s waiting for Mk once he was done.You grab a bag of his desk that that was filled with snacks like popcorn,candy,and—a Monkey King peach flavored soda.You raised a brow at the things Mk waste his money on sometimes.Setting the snacks on his bedside table, you crawled under the blanket on his bed; opting to sit close to the wall.Grabbing the remote you start the series Mk wanted, then focusing your attention onto your phone to scroll on social media.

Mk walks out of the bathroom hair down and in his pajamas.“Hey you started without me!”Mk says in a very exaggerated dramatic tone.As he gets into bed next to you, while grabbing the remote beside you to rewinding the tv.

“I really didn’t start.I was hardly paying attention”You muttered as you stared at your phone; not bothering to look up.Mk looked at the side of your head with a blank stare.After some time you heavily sighed.

“Ughh fine!”

Setting you phone to the side you face the tv.Mk kisses your cheek, while makes a noise of approval.He proceeds to setting his head on the side of your shoulder facing the tv, enthralled with the movie.A subtle smile graces your face, before you shake your head in amusement.You force yourself to look away from Mk once he excitedly points, and rambles out something cool that has happened.This is going to be a long night you thought to yourself.

After awhile you had spaced out during the movie.You quickly snapped out of it, when you felt Mk’s hand wrapping around your waist, and his legs wrapped around one of your legs.All while he pushed his face deeper in your chest but he turned his head to face the tv.You make a questioning face, before moving your hand towards his messy hair to rub it; then you face the tv once more.

Your were starting to get bored.It nothing against the movie it’s just—it wasn’t original it's the same plot as all the other Monkey King series.Impulsively grabbing onto your phone to scroll through social media again.Just as you were turning on the phone, you feel Mk’s sharp teeth dug into the side of your boob.

“Ow!What the hell Mk!”

You drop your phone in shock; you pull at Mk’s hair in retaliation, with the hand that was in his hair already.You tried to pull him away,but he was latching to you very well.

“You asked for it!You’re being a brat, by not listening to me!”He said as he let go before he bit another area again.One of his hands moved to your other breast to hold you into place. “Stop moving!”He muffled out.

“Lemme go Mk!”

You tried to move away from Mk’s assault, but he got a sudden yellow glint in his eye.Without realizing it his fingers reached out, and started to pinch you your nipple. “Ahh-mmh”you whimper out as you let him go; you fell back onto the bed.He stopped biting you, but he crawled on top of you keeping you trapped under him.

“You jerk!You cheated,you know I'm sensitive!”You said with a very flushed expression, while breathing heavily. He didn't seem to be listening to your complaints though.His eyes seemed to become very glossed over.Mk leaned closer to your face. “M-Mk what are y-you doing!?W-wait what about the ser—”

He had suddenly locked you lips together slowly; it progressed from kisses to him shoveling his tongue down your throat.You felt your body heat pick up, as you frantically moved your arms and legs around him as y’all pick up speed; tongues fighting for domanice.Mk separated from you leaving a trail of spit between y’all, before pulling you shirt down.Your tits fell out; letting Mk grabbed onto them putting one in his mouth, while tweaking the other.You gasped out throwing your head back in the process.

Mk took your moaning as a good sign; he started to strip the rest of your shirt off leaving you in your underwear. “Mk-”you breathlessly panted out “Lemme help you out of your clothes,it’s not fair i’m the only one bare.”

“Y-yeah hold on.”He stuttered out.He hastily tried to take off his shirt, but got semi stuck in the process.You giggled before putting a hand on his struggling arm to make him stop.You gently pushed him back onto the bed before you got off of the bed“Umm what are yo-”

“Shush Mk lemme help you.”

You help pull his shirt off leaving him in his boxers.Leaning closer to his face you capture his lips with yours once more.One of you hands stay on his shoulder while the others travels up and down his abs,then to his stomach,and finally his bulge that twitched under your palm, once you pressed on it.

The air thickened as he whimpered.You slowly started to kiss down his body to get closer to his throbbing pelvis “Wait!”

“Huh?What…did I do something wrong?We can st-”

“No t-that’s not it!H-Here so you d-don’t have to be uncomfortable!”He frantically put a pillow down in between his legs.He then helped guide you down in between his legs.

You were face to face with his pelvis; eyes glossing over.You started to slowly rub him through boxers, and feel him throbbing.The action made you feel a pit in you stomach heat up.Lips parting as you grab his boxer, then pulling them down; exposing his length to the cool room.Mk took a sharp breath,while his eyes clenched closed.

His dick twitched at the cold air.You grabbed at the base;squeezing it.You watched as the pre-cum spilled out of the tip. “B-babe p-please—don’t tease”Mk whimpered out.

Using both hands you started to pump him.He groaned out,as you then put your mouth on the tip swirling it around with your tongue.Fondling his balls, as you pressed your tongue directly on the slit; sucking off the pre-cum that dribbled out.

“Uhhng~ More”He panted out as he grabbed a fistful of your hair; as he shoved his dick in your mouth inch by inch, till you were at the base.Mk made a loud gruntled noise, as you tried to regulate your breathing; his tip is at the back of your throat.He held you down as your saliva and. his pre-cum dribbled out the sides of your mouth.

You glanced you eyes up at Mk.He had his head thrown back and his eyes close.You could also see a bit of saliva dripping out of his opened mouth, down his chin onto his chest.You could feel your womanhood pulse at the sight; it made you subconsciously start rocking against the pillow.The stimulation makes you whimper against him, in turn making Mk moan out from the vibration.

He starts jerking up into your throat,while slamming your head down simultaneously on his dick.Your eyes started to water as you sucked, while being used in the best way possible.You hand moved down to your panties pushing it to the side; you start to rub your folds slowly collecting your juices that came out.

You pushed a finger in slowly moving it in a pumping motion.It made you moan against Mk’s twitching length that was still pounding into your mouth.You used you other hand to start fiddling with you clit in a circular motion.You eventually added more fingers once you felt the that you were ready; stimulating yourself to feel that coil tighten in your stomach.

As Mk continues buck into your mouth, as if it’s his personal flesh light you can feel his dick continuously throb. “P-please almost there ahhugh~” he gasped out as he made eye contact with you.You slowly took your hand that was pumping into you(while have the other hand focusing on on your abused clit), and put it into Mk’s mouth.He suck and swirled his tongue the taste made his hard twitch frantically.The feeling of his tongue on your fingers made the pit in your stomach to snap, causing you to moan out around his cock.

Mk proceed to shove your mouth to the base once more, as his tip hit the back of your throat.You hands frantically gripped onto to his thighs, as both of you groaned out when Mk pumped out massive loads down you throat, one after the other.You struggled to swallow each load, but it was so good you couldn’t waist it.Mk’s hold slowly lightened up as you swallowed the last load with a gulp; you sucked him from the base to the tip really focusing on the his slit, before pulling off with a big gulp.

You look up at Mk while you breathed out hard.You slowly stood up, only for Mk to suddenly grab your body pushing you down onto the bed. “W-what the hell?Don’t tell me your hard that fast?” you croaked out.

“Nah just returning the favor.Don’t worry though i’ll be in you soon enough.”he breathed out as he smiled at you with a sadistic smile.Mk was rubbing your twitching thighs, before he spread them apart.He tore off you underwear in one go letting the cool air hit your moist, and sensitive vagaina.

In that moment you just remembered he has an insatiable appetite for you.It probably doesn’t make it better that he was probably pent up when he came home from a long day with training and work.Then you also weren’t listening to him to watch the stupid series.You see it in his eyes, as he moves his fingers to rub you folds.He plans to eat you till you have nothing left to give.The thought makes you clench over nothing.

You eyes must have been wide,!because once he looked up he just gruffly laughed out “Don’t be scared…you wanted this after all.”Just as he said that he pushed one finger in “Wow you so wet and warm,got me excited to pound into your pretty flower with my dick!F-fuck your so wet ahh~”He moaned out.You head thrown back from the welcomed stretch;his fingers were always bigger than your fingers.He’s ruins you for anyone else, and he knows that.

“Ahhhgg!!”He was so deep you thought mindlessly to yourself.

He kept pushing his finger in your gummy walls, once he felt like you were ready to take another he slammed in the second one. “Ahh- mmh- M-Mk please more~ I want mor-ahh”you screamed out, as he put his thumb on your throbbing aching clit.The stimulation was making tears form in your eye crevices.

You hadn’t noticed, but Mk had lowered his head closer towards your pussy.You only noticed when you felt his thumb get removed and replaced by his mouth.A loud moan ripped from your mouth, as you gripped at the bedding.You legs impulsively clamp around his head trying to pushing him closer.His hands had removed your thighs from his head, with his bruising grip“Hey don’t do that; lemme have this I didn’t get to try out the snacks I got for the series marathon cause of you”He had mutter while still being on your lower region, causing vibrations that make shocks of pleasure go up your spine.

Next thing you know he’s barreling his thick tongue into your walls.You back arch at the intrusion only for Mk to grab you hip, and slam them back on the bed.His tongue moves in and out through your sweet velvety walls; messily but also with a persistents.He had soon started sucking on the clit hard, while he surprised you by slamming three fingers into you.Grabbing onto his hair, as you constantly purred out praise while rocking onto his face.

You walls started to clenched against his fingers and tongue as he speed up.You soon felt that coil come back tighting; by the abuse afflicted by Mk on your womanhood.Eventually that coil tighten so much it snapped making you reach your peak.Your eyes rolling into your head, back arching, while small tears drop down the side of you face; your mouth wide open with a silent cry.Mk slowly eats you out through your orgasam, as you come to an end.

Mk removes himself from your legs, with a kiss on your abused clit.You attempt to close your legs from sensitivity, only for mk to slot himself between you,preventing you from closing them.You hear the dresser that’s by the bed get opened. “What are you—y-you gotta be kidding me!?M-Mk I don’t think I'll last with that!I can’t cum no more Mk!” you had squeaked out, while tearing up from seeing that Mk had pulled out a pink bullet vibrator.

“Don’t say that.I’ve made you cum more than this.You can take it.”

Mk then opened your legs wider, and started to rub himself on your sensitive vagaina;with the occasional tip spanking clit.You feel shock waves move up your body.You unintentionally move away from his bucking, only to get pulled back towards him.“Please you have been such a good girl I just wanna make you cum,why are you denying me this”He whined

Seeing his glossy eyes you knew you couldn’t deny him.You cover your eyes with one of you arms, before whimpering out “Go a-ahead Mk.”Mk’s eye lit up.He collected your juices to lube up his penis some more, while tapping on your slit, before pushing in slowly.You moan out because of the stretching. “T-to big ahhhgg~”Mk stops for a moment, when you peek an eye open only to see him halfway in.

“It’s sooo so soft a-and warm and ugh~ w-wet too~!S-such a good girl you can take the rest!Right?W-who am I kidding you were ughh made for me!”

You noticed that yellow glint in his dark eyes again.Next thing you know he slammed all the way in, causing you to yell out in euphoria.Your body is constantly shivering from the feeling him at your cervix.Your insides keep clenching his dick in a vice grip, because he kept rolling his hips against your; to let you get used to his length.You we’re so blissed out that you didn’t notice the vibrater is set right above your clit.Until it got turned on starting on the lowest setting.Your tongue lolled out of your mouth, as you panted out, like a dog in heat.

Your mind slowly starts to catch up to you, once it felt the vibrations slowly increase.You wrap your arms around Mk’s neck while you legs wrap around his waist.He slowly thrusted into you slowly at first you, but after awhile he picked up speed.He changed the settings to the bullet vibrator to the highest setting; stimulating both of you.He was abusing your insides, with how hard he was hitting your insides.You can even see him bulge at your stomach.The with the vibrator at max setting it, caused your juices to start to squirt it but by bit.

You screamed from the stimulation with Mk panting hard by your ear.Mk eventually put one of you nipples into his mouth.He sucked with such bruising force.He sucked it as if you would provide milk.With his free hand he moved it to fondle your other breast.You would think he was an animal(technically is) by how much he’s growling, as you pulled at his hair.His thrusting didn’t deter, but instead it increases.Your cry’s filling the room.

Mk pops off of your nipple, before slowing down with his thrust, causing you to whine out from the oncoming orgasam to dissaper. “Mk noo why you stop keep going please I was so close!” you sobbed out pathetically.

Mk felt that he wasn’t going deeper inside you enough.He quickly removes himself from your warm hole; with your disapproval groans coming out.He flips you over onto your stomach, with your ass up.He it spanks (with a bruising hit)on impulse to silence your whining.You squeak out a moan from the impact.

He grabs your hands placing one on you stomach, and the other holding the vibrating, pink bullet towards your sensitive clit; you groaned at the stimulation.Once he had you in the position he wanted you in; he slammed into you without any warning.Screaming at the sudden intrusion, as he groaned out babbling about the new position.He wasn’t wrong you could feel the bulge it’s much deeper.The new position was also hitting you cervix, almost pushing into it even.

Mk grabbed your tits harshly as he fondly with them;pulling and pinching your nipples. “I know you can feel me.Push down on the bulge in you stomach I know you wanna.”He breathlessly whispered into your ear.

The motion of him going in,and out you could feel the bulge he created every time he pounded into you with his dick.You slowly pushing onto the bulge making your insides tighten up and you scream out in pleaser(though a bit raspy from his dick and your constant yelling out).Mk starts to mark you up as you struggle to formulate words anymore.Mind going official brain numb

Your tongue had rolled out of your mouth, drool falling down your face onto the bed.You had full blown started crying from the sexual pleasure.You kept babbling to Mk about ‘I-I want more,gimmi mor-ahhh!!’ or ‘H-harder please please please harder Mk ahhmmhfuuuck!!’.His dick was hitting all the right places, as he pounded away at you;like you two were both rabid animals.You could even feel your clit twitching from the bullet.The stimulation had it pushing out liquids from your body here and there.

You can feel a different kind of sensation you never felt form in the pit of your stomach.“G-Gonna gonna cum baby, Please please lemme cum, i’m a good girl please, wanna cum, gotta cum mmhhhgggg!” you chant as the coil starts to tighten inside your pussy.The tighten was making it harder for Mk to move a little bit, because of how tight it’s gotten.Mk’s dick was twitching like crazy you could feel your essence,and his pre-cum dripping out of your nether regions into you hand that was still holding the vibrator.

“W-ughh-Where you want me to cum!?”

“Inside!Inside!So good ahhhh!!!”

You grip onto the bed with one hand the other still holding the vibrator to you clit.Mk’s thrusts started to get more rough one of his hands grabs you hand that has the vibrater, and proceeds to push it directly on your clit hard.You scream and through your head back against Mk’s shoulders vision blanking, as a blood curdling screw rips from you throat.You can feel a stream of clear liquid exist your body squirting everywhere, while you body convulsed at the sensation.

Not soon after Mk slammed hard into your, gripping onto your waist.He speed up chasing his high, while also overstimulating your used vagaina.After on more slamming his dick started to spurt out thick loads into your womb.His hands kept you in place so you had no choice but take the big loads.You stomach started to bulge because of the semen that’s being forced down your cervix.He steadily pumped into your body twitching here and there from sensitivity.You soon fall limp in his hold dropping the bullet.You two eventually collapse onto the bed completely spent.

Mk is laying on top of you, with his length still inside you.He puts his hand under you stomach, and presses down forcing the cum to travel back to your plugged hole; making it seep out.He eventually pulls out slowly while spurts of y’all cum squirts out.Once he’s fully out big globs drain out of you.He looks at your spent pussy, and he sees the globs of y’all cum dribbling out.He pushes back in his cum with his fingers, while you whine out in protest.

“T-to sensitive,uuugghh~”

Mk slowly moves his face to your dribbling pussy, and start to slurp up y’all’s spend.You had grabbed a pillow pushing you face into it, and screaming from the continues assault on your lower region.After he finished cleaning you up he tilted your neck back, and smashing is cum covered mouth against yours.You both moan at the taste.It was a mixture of sweet and salty, as your tongues sucked on one another.

Once you two break up the kiss you two are breathing heavily.Mk turns of the bullet off that he noticed was still on.Looking around you realize the tv had powered off, because of y’all’s inactivity.You sigh out, as Mk had gotten up from the bed, and lifted you up to sit at his desk.You started to nodded off, while he cleaned the bedding a bit.You soon felt a warm rag wiping the excess body fluid that, he didn’t lick up from between your thighs.

Once finished he place you back into the bed, and put his t-shirt over you.You two layed down then you felt him kiss your lips.He held you in a tight grip before he tiredly yawned out “We can watch the Monkey king series some other time.For now I just want to hold you a little longer.I love you baby.Night.”Then he passed out on you.You could hear his soft snoring in the process.

Shaking your head in amusement.Your boyfriend would be the type of person to completely tail you in bed, but then talk about a Monkey King series after.Your eyes soften at his disheveled hair and his soft features.You kiss him on the lips before mumbling “Goodnight,I love you…darling boy”You soon tuck into his arms following him into a peaceful sleep.

This is my first time doing smut so constructive criticism is allowed.-nana

[star-redfiles]

been absolutely obsessed with criminal minds lately. so imagine...

pro barista!reader who visits the bau to drop off a freshly baked treat from their cafe for hotch and tries some coffee from his mug. only to be appalled by what's in it. considering the fact that they have a jet you'd think they could afford higher quality coffee. but of course, who could blame a group of overworked federal agents for just wanting any caffeine fix they could get. still, you refused to let your husband drink the office brew when you could make better.

so, despite his initial reluctance and insistence that he's fine with the bureau's coffee, you start making hotch his own coffee every morning. at least, the ones he starts from home. with the help of your espresso machine, you spoil him with freshly ground beans and his perfect ratio of foamed milk to espresso. you even surprise him with different types of beans every week to figure out which is his favourite.

when the team realises what's in the tumbler he's started bringing to work and why he hasn't been drinking the office coffee as often, they start protesting. they tease him relentlessly about being spoiled, or that he should be a "man of the people" and drink the same coffee they do. so in an attempt at humour, aaron jokes that if they have a problem with it, they should take it up with you.

to his own surprise, they actually do.

imagine his shock when you walk into the round table room the next day with a crate of six coffee cups in one hand. you place it in the middle of the table, noting that each one's been named. "a little going away gift," is what you call it as you set it down. everyone picks theirs up with a smile and a chorus of thanks makes its way to you.

"hope this going away gift becomes a regular thing," emily says. to which you simply chuckle and nod.

however, you still clutch a seventh cup in your other hand. this one you carry over to aaron, who's standing by the table. "and this last one..." you turn the cup around in your hand, as if looking for the name. "is for the handsome unit chief."

the smile reaches your eyes as you hand it to him. your fingers brush and both of you stay in place for a bit, wanting the touch but knowing he's not partial to pda. his own smile graces aaron's strained features. it's a kind that's rarely ever seen by the rest of the team. a kind of smile reserved only for you, paired with a kind of gaze only you ever see. "thank you, honey."

[honeytonedhottie]

self care assessment⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🫧

for when u wanna make sure that ur filling ur own cup before ur filling others ✨ treat this like a checklist and check off what u are doing and circle what you haven't been doing. this will help u to recognize patterns like what aspects of self care you tend to diligently and what aspects u tend to ignore.

PHYSICAL

eats regularly (breakfast, lunch and dinner)

exercises

gets enough sleep

take time off when ur sick

medical care when needed

EMOTIONAL

allow myself to cry

spend time with people who's company i enjoy

identify/seek out comforting spaces/people

an outlet of self expression

PSYCHOLOGICAL

take time away from technology and the internet

minimizing stress

saying no to extra responsibilities that yk u can't handle

saying my affirmations

SPIRITUALLY

devoting enough time and attention to your religion

make time for reflection

identify your morals

make time for prayer

meditate

contribute to a cause that i believe in

RELATIONSHIPS

scheduling dates with my significant other

call and check in on my relatives

have deep conversations with ur close friends

make time for my friends

[muffinsin]

hiya muffin!!

do you think you can do any hcs for hallowseve about the dimistrescus x another vampire reader? how would they meet/react etc? (^_^)

thank you!! :3

-🃏🌀⭐️

Hey, hon! :) of course!🩸

Let’s get into it🙌

Masterlists

Bela

The first time the two of you meet is, funnily enough, at the castle

She’s just about to go to bed when she picks up the scent of blood

Naturally, and believing one of her sisters is up and about and causing trouble yet again, she gets up to investigate

She follows the scent to the kitchens, but what she finds is…unnatural, at best

One of the maidens, seemingly out for a midnight snack, pressed up against the counter with her neck torn open and a mouth greedily sucking the blood from her

For a moment, she merely watches, intrigued

Was she her sister, she would have likely attacked on the spot

Alas, Bela likes to study her prey before she goes in for the kill…

She watches as you drain the woman of all her blood, digging back in on her neck multiple times

Then, when you’ve had enough, you drop the lifeless woman on the ground and finally turn to her

She only smirks at your wide eyes, setting her hand on her hip

“What do we have here…”, she hums, walking a little closer to you

And you, especially from this distance, feel nearly lightheaded at the scent of her blood

You have heard of the haunting beauty the castle’s inhabitants possess, yet those whispers will never bring this woman justice, you feel

Her hair is beautiful, blond and soft looking, her skin pale and almost looking like porcelain

Her blood seems to almost fall to you, tempting you in, urging you to taste. But her neck is partly shielded by a choker, black, with a red gemstone

You can’t respond to her question, overly aware of how sweet her blood smells, how it seduces you effortlessly…

Bela gasps when you move in to attack her, your teeth bared, your hands trying to fly to her shoulders to hold her in place

Alas, you find yourself surrounded by flies only, your teeth biting into nothingness

Huh?

When you turn, the beautiful blonde stands behind you, her arms crossed

You try again, over and over, until suddenly, you vanish into what seems to be thin mist, taking her by surprise

And before even the slightest bits of the morning’s sun reach the castle, you’re gone

The next night, she stays up, stalking the halls and waiting

Waiting, for you

And sure enough, you appear again, drunk on the delicious blood the castle provides

Only do you not expect to be outsmarted by Bela, again

And as such, when she finds you move towards the maiden quarters, she corners you quickly, a sickle to your throat, her teeth bared

Her own, fang-like teeth exposed

And, as she had used her abilities to get out the day before, you do so now, turning into mist to avoid being hit

Somehow, this becomes a game between the two of you

She would attack, and you would dodge

Then you’d attack, and she would dodge effortlessly

Neither trying to hit the other

Neither able to

Both indulging this rare game, this rare opportunity to have fun, shrouded in the night’s darkness

Sometimes, she leaves you out a snack to keep the staff safe. Sometimes, you leave the staff alone in order to gain her favor

In time, your dynamic shifts a little, when you, one day, don’t evade her

Instead, you’re pressed up against the wall, her sharp teeth biting down on your exposed neck

Victory

But, it doesn’t take long until Bela allows you to indulge, too

She doesn’t know whether she can trust you. Alas, much to her dismay, she does

And so, she sticks to her form, too, one day

Instead of swarming away, she allows you to lunge at her, to grab her hip and the back of her neck and bring her closer

And she, too, allows your sharp fangs to sink into her soft, porcelain skin

And you find, you crave the taste of her blood, instead

The two of you keep this routine, this little game of yours

At night, you would drink from her

Then, she’d drink from you, using the blood to help her body regenerate and cover up the wound so no questions will follow the next day

Usually, it’s just that, paired with little attempts at fighting one another playfully sometimes

Then, as time passes though, the two of you grow closer

She grows a little more comfortable around you, and you become increasingly more captivated by her

Instead of waiting by the maiden’s quarters, Bela awaits you in other parts of the castle

A little game of hide and seek, sometimes

But you find her always, addicted to the sweet scent only her blood carries in it

And so, sometimes, when you feel particularly soft and careless, the two of you allow yourselves moments of peace

Moments in which nothing else matters and all responsibilities are gone

You’d curl up together, reading

Just a little too close for it to be brushed off as an accident

And you find; neither of you minds

Cassandra

The first time she catches sight of you is, unsurprisingly, in the forest

Shrouded in darkness, there’s two predators hunting for blood of their prey, that night

It’s late at night, the summer air warm still even as the entire forest is drenched in darkness

She sees something move, a few branches breaking underneath shoes in the distance

Of course, she picks up on it

And you, of course, pick up on her presence

Quickly, this causes the scene to turn into a cat-and-mouse chase, one chasing the other, sure they will triumph and drain the other of their blood

Only is it not clear who is the cat, and who is the mouse

Predators, both of you, moving in the dark, ready to strike

Both of you, shielded by the darkness, using your environment to your advantage

Cassandra, though, catches a glimpse of you first

A hooded figure, your dark clothing reeking of blood

She can’t see your face, not yet, but smells the blood that clings to you and picks up the scent of your blood, sweet and metallic

Of course, she wants more

You’re not oblivious to her presence, but it’s far harder to pick her up

Being a huntress, Cassandra’s adapted a scent almost alike the forest; the trees, the moss, the air

The only thing that gives her away is the scent of metal, the blood still sticking to her, too

She moves quietly, perched on top of trees, partly in her swarm, her golden eyes finding your form easily and taking in every little detail she can

She still can’t see your face, but knows she will, soon enough. She figures, she won’t care how you look, anyway. It’s never stopped her from killing

While not as strategic as Bela, she does take her time here, waiting for the perfect opportunity before she attacks

She lunges at you from above, easily taking advantage of your surprise to knock you to the ground

When you’re turned, your back against the mossy forest floor, your eyes instantly find the pair of stunning golden eyes looking down at you

She’s panting, absolutely feral and bloodthirsty

This close, she sees the blood sticking to the lower half of your face, the sharp teeth poking from your mouth when you part your lips a little

She doesn’t know what she’s feeling, nor why she’s feeling what she’s feeling

She’s so hot suddenly; an unusual feeling for her

Still on top of you, she holds your wrists by the sides of your head, her eyes taking you in

Only does she not care for who you are or what you want

Instead, you’re surprised when it’s suddenly her ramming her teeth into your throat

She expects a scream, a cry, a useless plea

What she doesn’t expect is a moan, a groan, and your leg wrapping around her and pulling her down

Unlike her, you’re warm, and your warm blood slowly heats up her body as she drinks

You don’t struggle beneath her, know that this will not kill you, know you- like her- can easily escape the situation by turning into a swarm

Alas…this is exciting

Before she knows it, she moans against your throat, gasping, panting as she bites and laps at your wounds

She’s sadistic, bloodthirsty and cruel

She, this, is the most seductive thing you’ve ever experienced

She’s no angel, certainly

And really? You’d scoff if she was

No,

Cassandra Dimitrescu is the devil

Beautiful, evil, sadistic, bloodthirsty, desperate, hungry, brutal, strong, seductive

And you’re far too tempted to pull away from her grasp

She slowly rolls her hips against yours as she drinks

And fuck, when she moans right against torn flesh at your throat…

Cassandra’s almost in a haze, her desire and emotions taking over

It isn’t the first time she’s indulged in such things, when she cast aside her desire to kill to have fun, instead. But it’s never been like this. Never this passionate

She gasps when you free your hand, but doesn’t stop you. You can’t harm her. You won’t, she’s sure

Your heart, after all, is racing too

Your eyes are wide, too

Your hips roll, too

And she tastes your arousal, your excitement, your desperation and eagerness in your blood

And she loves it

She gasps when your hand raises to her hair, grabbing, right at the base

Not to harm

Instead, you tug her head up forcefully, lost in the pleasure

When her lips crash against yours, it isn’t easy, nor normal, nor does it feel particularly good

Your fangs and her sharp, fang-like teeth clash against one another, your tongues are cut up by one another’s teeth, sharp like razor blades

But it’s natural. It’s seductive. It’s passionate. It’s raw desire

You keep at it, angling your head, allowing her to kiss properly, to angle her tongue so it no longer drags right against your teeth

Both of you open your mouth a little more, permission and access granted to one another

Neither of you feels the need to breathe in that particular moment, both far too caught up in emotion

Excitement

Happiness

Pleasure

Desire

No, not love. Cassandra is not as naive, nor as lovesick as her younger sister

But there is desire, so much of it

She knows, she will keep you for herself

Daniela

The first time you lay eyes on her, you’re certain she isn’t quite real

You’re sure she isn’t mortal, isn’t quite right

You’re so sure she doesn’t belong in this place

The first time you see her, is when you climb in through her window on a late, warm summer night

Having heard of the castle countless times, you’ve decided it’s at last time to give it a try, to see what lurks within, to see what rumors speak of the truth

Now, some of them do speak of Alcina Dimitrescu and her three daughters

A blonde, a brunette, and an auburn-ginger haired one

Devils, some called them

Seductresses, others called them

Harbingers of doom, others would refer to them as

None of them warned you of the beauty one of them possesses, though

You watch one of the Dimitrescu daughters- undoubtedly one of them, due to the tattooed forehead- sleeping…soundly, almost

And as you watch her, you can’t help but think how beautiful she is…

Certainly, you aren’t the first to have thought so, and likely won’t be the last to notice her beauty

Watching curiously, you first inspect her room, then her

Her rising chest, rising and falling with every breath

Her eyelashes, long, soft against the tops of her cheeks

Her hair, looking so impossibly soft against the silk sheets

Her neck…

It’s rare someone’s blood actually seems to call to you, tempting you more than it usually would

With Daniela, that is the case

Your eyes are wide and glued to her throat, the beautiful choker necklace around it

Her skin looks so soft, so pure, like porcelain

And her blood?

The scent of it has you feel lightheaded and nearly has your legs give out from under you

You know, you must simply have a taste

But just as you move in and kneel at her bed, she wakes up, a sickle suddenly in her hand, her eyes set on you

Oh…her eyes…lord save you

Her eyes are beautiful, a stunning shade of golden with hints of green swirling within

You’re sure, you’re done for

You’re sure, your heart cannot keep beating upon discovering such a beautiful sight

But, luckily, she doesn’t take advantage of your surprise, of your stunned silence and how you seem to freeze at the sight of her- awake, alive

For Daniela, naive and delusional and loving, can’t take her eyes off of you

She doesn’t question how you got into her room, who you are, what you are and what your intentions are

She’s sure: it must be fate!

And as such, you can only gasp when she suddenly leans closer, her lips nearly brushing against yours

Bold, forward, eager

“What’s your name?”, she whispers, and her voice has your head spin

You already forgot you meant to drink her blood. To drink her dry, even

But you can’t resist her, her voice like a siren’s pull

You answer her, your eyes dropping to her soft lips

Bold and eager, she’s once again the first to make a step, pushing forwards and kissing you eagerly

She’s sure, this must be it!

You must be it!

The lover she has been waiting for all her life

Of course, all others just couldn’t work out! Fate has you be the perfect one, after all

She’s so sure of it

And as such, Daniela doesn’t claw at you, doesn’t bite, doesn’t rip you apart, doesn’t fight and doesn’t attempt to kill you

She merely hums against your lips, giggling when you boldly hold onto her soft hips, tracing the fabric of her nightgown with your thumb

She leans against you, sighing dreamily, almost prompting you to wrap your arms around her when your lips part at last

Too stunned by her obvious want for affection, you can’t do anything but comply

And even as her blood calls out to you, you hold her tight, bring her to you, allow her to curl up against you and even lean down to kiss her head

You don’t know who this woman is, nor what she wants or thinks

But you know, for some reason you don’t want to take advantage of her naivety and trust

For some reason you don’t want to dig your sharp teeth into her throat now that she’s so utterly relaxed, nearly back asleep, against your front

And as such you merely stay, your own eyes closing, your arms tightening around her once more

[pinsandbuttons]

Haii!! I was wondering if you could do little!Dandy headcanons? He's one of my faves, and i don't see too much agere content with him!

ofcc c:

little!Dandy hcs <3

platonic and sfw!

-this little guy loooves to play shop, anything with a cash register and him getting to count out coins one-by-one on the counter is right up his alley. even if he has a hard time doing math in his head sometimes, most of the time, hes dead on! even if it takes him a bit. (most of the toons are patient with him with the exception of vee)

-a very social little one, pebble goes on walks with him and gathers rocks around the big 'ol tree in the lobby before bringing them back to show his friends,, sometimes , scraps lets him borrow her paints so hes able to paint the rocks! sometimes he does flowers, sometimes he does rainbows, but almost all of them end up back to astro, who loves to keep them on his nightstand.

-i have a feeling hes in the kitchen quite a bit, occasionally nagging sprout for snacks and other goodies. though he usually gets his way, on the occasion that he doesnt, pebble usually snags a bag of whatever dandys feeling like eating that day while sprouts too busy keeping dandy out of trouble,,

-although wont deny when hes little, his regression isnt something he really goes around telling people. so some of the toons see him getting fussy, tripping over his words or playing with coins/toys and know to treat him like the little guy he is, while others are more like "thats just dandy"

-pebble is still his best friend, even more so when hes little! fetching his blankets and snacks, going on walks together, cuddling in dandy (or pebbles!) bed, playing games together, theres nothing they dont do, dandy likes talking to pebble out-loud as well, talking about his day, how hes feeling and who was a big meanie at the shops. pebbles a great listener, and loves hearing dandy talk !

i hope u liked these !! they were super fun to do,, happy happy day friend !!