#i swear my sparks on inspiration are so random
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locklyle1kanij · 1 year ago
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The urge to make a locklyle edit to this is is so huge but i don’t think i will live up to my mind plans for it
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purpdrawsthings · 3 months ago
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HIS REFERENCE SHEET IS REAL CHAT ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥
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Yippee less goooooo, you can now know how the hell this man's outfit finally works now.
You guys can actually make him, with ✨COLORS✨
Honestly, making colors that would match him was really hard. It took me about a week to actually figure it all out just because of how hard it is and how I wanted it to be close to a star aesthetic.
Buttttt I got it all sorted out and to be honest, the result isn't too bad if I do say so myself.
After finishing the colors, it went all easy thankfully, I didn't really have to think that much about his Mario recolor form.
FUN FACT : He came right after the Revelations arc ended =3333333
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Relationship chart because yes
Some of the characters uhhh text things are kinda meh cuz my brain ain't braining rn.
Sadge =[
But heyyyyy, at least y'all can now know his relationships yippee =DDDDDDDD
ALSO DO NOT MISTAKE HIS PINK ARROWS AS AFFECTION HE JUST ADMIRES THEM
But I don't really mind if you actually-
Uhhhhhhh deez nutz he can be shipped with anyone, as long as it's not someone he hates, like a certain tv someone =3
So now that that's done.... LET'S HAVE AT IT SOME FUN FACTS!!!!!
He was actually meant to be a silly villain, something like Storms oc, SMG8 =3 buttttt I saved that for later and changed him into a different character.
That human form you're looking at right now ain't even his true form, his true form is that weird star thing!!! Crazyyyy
Speaking about his star form, while in that form, he only speaks in speech bubbles, and is inaudible.
He was meant to be a ✨blondie✨ but after a test I found out it wasn't really the best color so why not use that uh.... Random ass hair color =D
He's got powers to fend off viruses ofc, but I'll do that for a later post, maybe I'll link it from here if I post it =]
Anddddd that's about all =DDDD
I'll probably think of more and probably update this post behind yalls backs lmao
But it'll probably not happen soon.
Anyways, you can now draw him, AND ask question for this man through my ask box, yippeeeeeee =DDDDDDDD
And uhh.... Yeah. Yeetus!!! =3
HAH! YOU REALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS THE END?
Naive people /silly
I actually just wanted to add some special thanks for some people that deserve to be here for a sec =3
@strange0-0storm
The first insp for this man!!! He helped me form GSP the most. I remember that one post he made and I think it was a question thing. I think the question was how did he make 8 or something. Idk I don't remember it much.
But in that post, he stated that he made 8 by making an opposite or something, and that sparked an idea for some reason lmao.
You can see some opposite accessories from him that are opposites of both 4 n' 3. Like the weird ahhhh shaped hat, him having glasses, him actually wearing a suit or something, and him having long, beautiful hair ✨
I uh.... Explained that terribly did I? AHSOSHSOSHISHEISHS THIS IS WHY I DON'T EXPLAIN STUFF RAHHHHHHH
Oopsies I'll get back to the thing =3
Anyways, yeah, as you can see, 8 was a big inspiration for this man, even sparking the idea of making him the same silly lil villain like 8 =3
I thank Storm so much for the huge insp, really helped make him!!!!!
@tiredsmashbros
This man was literally inspired by TSB... GUHH... This man is everywhere I swear....
BUT SERIOUSLY THO TSB WAS ANOTHER HUGE INSPIRATION BESIDES 8!!!!
TSB helped me arrange some of the colors, especially taking some inspiration from the orange and yellow =3
Funny thing but I sometimes accidentally draw GSP with a propeller like TSB on his head because I sometimes mistake him with TSB kshsisuwosossh
The name 'GSP' was also inspired by TSB! Seeing as the name meant TiredSmashBros, I thought if using PurpDrawsThings but when I realized that didn't fit, I just made up random shit lmaooooo
Sooooo yeah! Thank you Tomm for TSB helping me on how to arrange colors and also making his name =3
@its-a-me-mango
Not really seen here but when I said he was supposed to be a blondie and it didn't fit, I suddenly thought of Mango's hair 😭
I was like "Am I really sure I wanna use that"
Then I tested out different hues... Saturations... Andddddd nothing worked 💀 so I was like- "y'know what? Fuck it. I'mma just do it."
Sooooo uh... Yeah! Thank you Mango for helping me make his hair and relationship chart idea lmao 😭😭
Anddddd that's how his hair was born ❤
Also another huge thanks for Mango is insp for the relationship chart! I remember Mango's relationship chart having some text so I decided to do that =]
And that's about all!!!
Like actually fr this time.
These three were just huge inspirations on making him, and I can't thank them enough 😭
THANK YOU 3!!!! LOVE Y'ALL!!!!!
anyways, I'mma go and rest my fingers because I feel like they're actually breaking /silly
YEETUS MY BEANS!!!
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9haharharley1 · 5 months ago
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30 & 32 ♥️
30. What inspires you to write?
I have... too many sources of inspiration lol. I get inspiration from movies, usually vague plot ideas that go nowhere, but I'll write them down and save for later (like the Kill Bill au I may or may not be still working on). I'll get an idea from prompt lists, and I have a list of prompts from asks that I'm trying to tackle.
Also art, notoriously at this point lmao. Gilly's work always sparks the creative juices for me, I vibe so much with their art and style of work! They create a situation and I am compelled to figure out how the characters get into that situation.
Hell, I'll be in the car thinking of a random thing and that leads to thinking of the character and wondering what they would do with such a thing (the Beetlejuice au from Halloween last year came about simply because I wonder what Pitch would look like in a 3-piece suit. I swear I'll finish that one someday!).
I want to write a Hannibal AU.
Also, I just saw Alien Romulus, and I may or may not have AU for that on the brain right now
32. Does music inspire you, or do you listen to music when you write? Bands/genre?
Yes and no. Music inspires me, definitely- it helps focus one part of my brain while the other comes up with ideas (too many of them involve Jack dancing on a pole to various glam rock songs). My brain is weird about it lately though- sometimes I can write while listening while other times I can't focus and need more static noise.
I listen to a wide variety of metal, alt, rock, pop, and punk artists, and my main playlist is a mix of all these. But if I'm listening to just one band's discography on iTunes then my go-tos are Ice Nine Kills, Ghost, Steam Powered Giraffe, Dethklok, Fall Out Boy, HIM, and Avenged Sevenfold (specifically their album The Stage), but I'm starting to add Starset to the list of bands I like.
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fireflysparks · 9 months ago
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Okay, so... my queue is about to run out. The reasons for this are: #1, I've been working on my novel writing again lately, mostly editing/revising, but still. And #2, I'm working on probably the closest I've come to a planned Sims storyline since... I'm not even sure when?
It involves my Veronaville, which has turned into being more about other premades that moved there (and of course, The Sparks Legacy, which is in an odd place due to me wanting to even out some ages a bit). It's funny because I've been casually leaning into the storytelling more and more in my posts, and some of the events feel like they were leading me to this... and then I was hit with inspiration.
I'm kind of excited to see how it turns out, though I also feel compelled to warn you not to expect too much because I'm still mostly a gameplay person, and I didn't go into like poses or deep set-up for this. The 'big event' was done on a whim in one session after reading a post about a sim-ilar (😅) idea, though I swear my random gameplay was setting up for this mini story for a while.
Behind-the-Scenes Notes (only lightly spoilery): It is way harder to intentionally kill off a sim than I remember. 😆 I'm not sure I've seriously tried to do this since trying to replicate a black widow story in The Sims 1 back when I was a dark, moody, traumatized twelve-year-old. In the end, though it doesn't fit the story as I set it up, I had to go with the classic pool ladder trick to actually pull off the deed, which led to less than stellar ending photos. But oh, well!
Please bear with me if I do some extra reposting while setting up the new story posts. And thank you to the community in general for sharing all of your amazing stories and gameplay photos. Because you and this Simblr have honestly helped me get back in touch with my desire to create.
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uponmywords · 2 years ago
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Sharing Clothes - ★ By August
Inspired by My Favourite Clothes by RINI
! Light Swearing
They are your love and you can’t believe it. The both of you started dating a year ago and you love them so much. You just want to feel them everywhere you go, which is why you love wearing their clothes, even if they don’t fit.
Right now, you snuggle each other in their bed. You lay there on their chest, in their green t-shirt.
“Hey, love?”
“Hm?”
Their voice is raspy and tired. God, it’s so attractive that you can’t help feeling flustered.
“Nevermind, I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Is that actually true? I know that you back out from asking questions a lot. I pay attention, you know.”
You hesitate. You don’t know if you should speak, but you do.
“Why me?”
“Why you?”
“Like, why are you dating someone like me?”
“Like you? You are you. That’s why.”
It’s so blunt. You want to know. You really want to know why he’s here with you, where you fit in each other’s bodies.
“Okay, I’ll give you an actual answer.”
They know me so well.
“You gave me the stars before we even realized what we felt for each other. You lit a spark in me that I never knew existed. You understood that I’m just ordinary. You noticed that I was always angry when we met. God, you read me like a book. It’s probably because you are like me, too. We were people who cared so much for society’s opinion that we waited for it. Hear me again, you gave me the stars before we even realized what we felt. You give out so much love for others. You don’t stand out yet you shine like a star yourself. You gave me you.You brought me out to you. I love you a lot. I’m yours and I will be here until you don’t want me to be here with you anymore. I know I sometimes struggle to give you what you need but you give me what I need. I need you. You reminded me to breathe. You gave me a reason to breathe.”
Are they being real? Holy shit.
They move and the bedding rustles.
You search your mind for something to say.
“Don’t move. Please don’t move. Let me say what I want to say,” was what you wanted to say but a single word pops out your mouth.
“Stay.”
They stay.
“I know it’s hard for me what I want to say. I want you to know that without you, I won’t shine so bright. So I hope you won’t mind finishing the puzzle. Stay with me. You are my favorite person and I want you to stay that way. So, please. I need you. I love you.”
“I’m here.”
You feel amazed by how this person is yours. You remember that this is the love of life.
How in the actual fuck.
You go quiet for a little bit. You hear them speak under their breath, but you don’t hear. You just know that they’re yours.
“Can I take this shirt home with me?”
Please, that’s so random. I know they love my random.
“As long you’re the only one who’s going to wear it.”
“You’re stupid. Of course it’s going to be me, dummy.”
“Yeah, but that makes you a dummy, too.”
You burst out of laughter.
What a stupid reason to laugh.
You’re laughing into their chest. You love them. You breathe and sigh as if you’re in a movie. They certainly make you feel like you’re in a movie. You greatly hope that it ends like this. The both of you together.
“Thank you for sharing your clothes with me.”
“And your love.” You say
“I love you.”
“I really love you.”
You go on having an ‘I love you battle’ until you pull them in for a kiss and fall asleep in each other’s arm. You lay there in their chest wearing the same t-shirt they wore the first day you met. You love wearing their clothes, especially their green t-shirt.
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the0racl30fd3lphi · 2 years ago
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More than friends, a little more than lovers x.t. (p.2)
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a/n: all the love you've given the first one literally makes me want to cry. i've never felt as seen and appreciated as i have when in my writing, so i really appreciate you all. i thought it was gonna flop but i just wanted to put my work out there. so here's part 2 i guess 😭 i also only ever seem to write when i'm so tired my exhaustion is seeping out of my ass i love you all.
pairing: xavier thorpe x gn!reader
summary: nevermore's favorite "tortured" couple has separated and the school walks around on glass waiting to see the outcome.
warnings: fluff, angst, love triangle (kinda) light swearing? not much tho, suggestive themes
word count: 1,858
part 1 part 3
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It'd been three weeks since you and Xavier fell out of contact, in a way. You stopped stopping by his dorm nightly, you packed a smaller lunch, you sat next to anyone else in the classes you shared. And that little box? Kept under your bed? No new additions, still a secret (bar Val) but a little more dusty.
Every few nights or so, Val would catch you turning to face it's direction. You'd twist you'd turn, you'd reach but it'd falter. Your arm falls back down and you'd turn around in the other direction. Soon you stopped taking care of yourself as well. Obviously while keeping up appearances so no one bothered you. Val noticed though. She always knew what was up with you before you knew.
On the other side of the spectrum Xavier wasn't doing so well himself. Almost every night he spent at Ajax's dorm, crashing on a chair so not to oppose his roommate, or at his art studio. Turns out deep in the woods with nothing else but his feelings and his art, really sparks the inspiration.
His inspiration was you. Ceiling, to wall, to floor it was you. Any part of you that he remembered was everywhere. Nothing to disgrace your dignity, of course. The only dignity getting ruined was his. If anyone saw any of his work recently they'd call it a stalker obsession with you. He hated himself for not noticing earlier. For losing you. Every night he remembers the week you pulled away. Then he remembers the months before that when he pushed you away.
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"Hey, how were classes?" He ran up to you after catching a glimpse of you in the halls.
"Fine," You said so quietly he almost missed it.
"You okay?" The slight crinkle between his brows made your stomach turn in a good way and a bad one, you couldn't do it anymore.
"Great." With that you disappeared.
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You opened the door to Botany class, the overbearing replacement for Ms. Thornhill welcomed you when you showed up right after class was supposed to start. Mumbling an apology, your eyes caught Xavier's and he nodded with his head for you to sit down.
Instead of taking your normal place by his side you sat down next to Yoko far away from him. You spent the whole class period ignoring his gazes and attempts to get your attention. You had sped so fast once the bell rang to leave a gust of wind passed by you.
Twisting and turning through the corridors to make it to your next class a gentle hand gripped around your elbow and pulled you into the empty classroom next to you.
"What's up with you?" Xavier closed the door behind him and moved to stand next to you.
"Nothing's up with me," you tried to turn and escape him but he blocked your path each time.
"Somethings up," he grabbed your arm to keep you in place. "First you don't show up last night and then you don't sit next to me in class? What's going on?" His head kept moving to try and place itself in your line of sight.
"If you don't know what it is by now, it's obviously nothing!" Trying to keep yourself calm you rip your arm out of his grasp and ran out the door. To keep yourself hidden, you used the late Principal Weems ability and shifted into a random student so he couldn't recognize you.
Xavier rushed out of the classroom and stood in the hallway, getting pushed and shoved students annoyed he was blocking the way. If you were even there, or turned back to see him, you would've noticed the way he searched for you. The way his head shook as he rubbed the back of his neck. The sound a nearby locker made after the front of his boot made connection with it. The groan that left his mouth as he rubbed the top of his shoe trying to bring circulation back in his toes.
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"Hey Xavi! How you doin'?" you asked so positively, smiling widely and so radiantly. Looking back now, he wished he could have actually seen your face. Looking back now, he wished he actually looked at you. All he can remember was anything from his peripheral. Which is not a lot.
"I'm fine," he mumbled looking down at his phone, and then all around him. He was restless.
"Fine as in bad or fine as in good?" you tried to press. You shuffled and adjusted so now you were laying upside down next to him.
"Fine as in fine." He looked down to his phone once more, and the clock struck midnight. And just like Cinderella and her shitty little shoe, he ran to the window and opened just enough to hear...
Wednesday.
Wednesday on her dumb little cello.
It was unfair that she was so talented, so good at playing the music. Of course he adored her, who wouldn't?
"It's so... melodic," Xavier basically swooned out the window. Remember those cartoons, when the character smells a pie or something and floats around following the aroma? Welcome to the dumb stupid look on Xavier's face.
"She's playing the melody of... the Hungarian Rhapsody No. 2 remixed with Lady Jane by The Rolling Stones that's why its melodic." You looked at him like he was genuinely and idiot. "It's written to sound like that."
He completely ignored you.
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Classes were tense. It was even as if the teachers knew something was up, which they probably did. You couldn't tell if it was comforting or strange how the distance between you two effected the school. At least you knew you weren't crazy now, other people thought they had something too. You're not alone in your delusion, yippie.
It was night again, and you fell into the same delusional habit as you did every night. Yet this time Val said something.
"Doll, I adore you. You know this," She starts pulling you down onto her bed as you walked passed. "So all of this is out of love, get your shit together!" She smothered a pillow into your face and laid her whole body weight onto you.
"Which shit this time?" You rolled her off you and slapped her in the stomach.
"The Xavier one," she turned over to face you.
"Oh for the last time-" You started before it earned you a solid slap on the arm.
"Shut up you're literally living in a pipe dream, Xavier is everything to you just kiss and make up already! It's painful to watch you sulk like this," Val squeezed your cheeks together and slapped the side of your face.
Tapping right back into your favorite mimic powers, you quickly grew a two fangs and your eyes glowed red as you barred your teeth at her. She hated cringe acts that felt like they came right out of a CW show.
"Yes, please, bite me my mystical dark overlord!" She pretend purred at you and slapped your stomach once more real hard. Hard enough to make you groan and suck the fake fangs right back in. "I'm a vampire slut, you can not scare me with my own tactics."
That night, you turned on your side once more and thought, maybe it was a good idea to pursue. That night, when you considered floating that little box under your bed that felt so scary to think of, you did. And you traced the outlines of a photo you drew of him, watching it move and watching his smile grow as he turned to face the foreground.
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Maybe it had been three days since you considered making up with Xavier. Maybe you still hadn't done anything about it but consider, that's regardless of the point now.
It had been however, three days since you unblocked him and stopped throwing away the letters and drawings he sent you begging to apologize.
You looked at him once. In class, across the room from him you felt his burning gaze fester on the side of your head. So you looked. And his eyes widened. And some color rose back in his face. And the corners of his lips twitched up. And his iris' got smaller as his pupils widened at the sight of you.
It felt like a dream, right out of a movie scene. Damn Mr. Winston and his last 30 minuets of free time in this dumb poetic writing class. He was young, he understood what it was like to be in high school so he was very laid back. Because of this your headphones were in, and your women-crush-Wednesday (no pun intended) Taylor Swift played in your head. Wonderland.
She really could write something for every situation you could find yourself in. Xavier and his student green eyes and that cheshire cat smile. Caught in this trance, staring in his eyes, you nodded. Quietly you mouthed, Okay.
The life that filled his whole body at your silent confirmation was enough to fill you with a sense of hope. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe the situation was much more different than you thought.
"tonight?" he texted you quickly. "9pm?"
"nightshade library." you sent back.
He looked back up at you and smiled lightly, sadly.
A new type of ecstasy filled your veins at the prospect of tonight. Things will change, you hoped. Things will change, you were sure of it.
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"Okay, I'm going." You breathed out standing in front of the door. The handle felt menacingly cold when you reached for it.
"Wait, love wait!" Val stumbled out of bed and twisted you around to face her. Smoothing out your clothes and fluffing your hair, "I am so proud of you my girl. This is insanely brave of you, now go, go!" She kissed the top of your head and pushed you out the door.
"Fuck him senseless! Don't let that skinny white boy top you, you're better than that!" She called out after you before shutting the door. You could hear her cackle from down the hall and you yourself laughed. Headphones were your saving grace at this point, calming the inner monologue.
The walk felt eternally long and frighteningly short. Way too soon you were at the statue, snapping twice, and walking down the stairs. He was already there. Xavier was pacing around in a line playing with all the rings on his fingers. Fidgeting was what he did when he was nervous.
The last click of your boots on the tile floor grabbed his attention. Maybe it was the lighting, but the second he turned around he looked worse for wear. You hadn't seen him like this in a long time. Not since he left for the summer last year, knowing he'd be stuck at home with his family, and away from you. Granted only until you two snuck away from your psychotic families, and ran away for the rest of the summer using your mimic ability to the fullest.
"Hi." You whispered, so quiet he could barely hear it. So familiar he prayed he'd never have to hear it again.
"Hey."
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tried to get this part 2 out as fast for y'all as i could! so if you like it enough, a part 3 will follow with the ending i have not planned out yet. if you don't, the ending is left up to interpretation. did they make up? did they make out? did they fall further apart? who knows! ( i don't yet we'll see)
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@animesimp3456 @iovaki @navs-bhat @hellllloooosstuff @555stargirl555 @quinn165 @raeboo @heehooyeslol @leyseyb
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syrawberry · 2 years ago
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Every Love Song Masterlist (ongoing)
ุุุุุุุุุุุุ» Being close friends with a full-time song producer had its perks. Having the bestfriend privileges that allowed her to get sneak peeks of his unreleased songs. Not knowing that some of them are dedicated to her. If she covers her stuff up with Liam Payne memes and other random memes, well he covers his stuff up with his songs. The signs were there but both chose to temporarily not pay attention to it in fear of not getting what they truly desire. But in the end, of course, they will get what they deserve.
pairing: non-idol/producer!woozi x college student!female reader
genre: bestfriends to lovers, smau, college au, slice of life au, fluff, bit of humor, lots of liam payne memes, romance but with numb characters lol, etc.
warnings: swearing.
started: 07/30/22
ended: i forgot 😭
updates: whenever i can or whenever inspiration sparks.
a/n: this is my first time writing a smau so it probably won't be that good yet idk what I'm doing lmao.
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°Playlist for Every Love Song°
profiles #1
profiles #2
profiles #3 (dump accounts)
part 1 - application for new friends
part 2 - i would if i could
part 3 - cutie woozi
part 4 - new track
part 5 - hE IS IN MY APARTMENT
part 6 - changed my wallpaper
part 7 - my messenger just crashed
part 8 - damn right i do 🤘
part 9 - cardio french kiss
part 10 - Prince Charming
part 11 - quotes
part 12 - Ready to Love
part 13 - y/nhoon is sailing lmao (final)
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taglist @yunnamiksi @1122ljh @jxnem @thinkinboutwonu @enhacolor
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orchid3a · 3 years ago
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canary
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sypnosis: Hajime can’t let his beloved canary go away
pairing: yandere!millionare!kokonoi hajime x fem!singer!reader (bonten au!)
cw: yandere, toxic relationship, dubious consent, mentions of sex, suggestive themes, pregnancy, mentions of abandonment, implied Stockholm Syndrome, implied manipulation, swearing, pet names (canary and princess), puking (one time)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!
wc: 2843 words
note: another fic based on my “random aus”, i’m kinda of proud of this one.
i suggest you to listen to the song “Purgatory and the Canary girl” by Len Kagamine, since it was my main inspiration for this au!
comments and reblogs are appreciated <3
english isn’t my native language
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Kokonoi Hajime had always desired only two things in his entire life, money and power, and now that he was part of the notorious Bonten, he had them.
Unlike his colleagues, namely Sanzu, Ran and Rindou, he didn’t spare a single glance to the women that approached him when he was in his club or anywhere else.
That didn’t mean he didn’t have an active sexual life, on the contrary he had enough adventures.
However, none of his partners had sparked interest in him, they only wanted him because he was a Bonten member and for his money, so to avoid any kind of problems he cut every connection he had with them.
Hajime didn’t need love or any crap like that, he only needed to make more money and nothing else.
Or so he thought.
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Hajime was getting bored, and it was only Sanzu Haruchiyo’s fault, he decided to bring them to such a shabby and quite dirty club, not so far from the chaos of the city.
When everyone questioned why he brought them there, the pink haired man said “It’s a surprise and you will enjoy it, especially you Koko”, concluded Sanzu smirking.
What kind of surprise would be in that disgusting club? Maybe Sanzu was really losing his mind to those damned drugs and pills.
In the club there weren’t many people apart from Bonten; their table was in front of a little and quite old stage where at the centre there was a microphone, from the aspect it was from the 50’s, maybe there would be a shabby show.
“Sanzu, where is this kind of “surprise” you were talking about earlier?” said a quite bored Haitani Rindou.
“Jelly shut the fuck up and wait.” respondend Haruchiyo and before Rindou could say something, the pink-haired man shouted to the bartender after showing him his gun “Where the fuck is she, my friends can’t wait any longer”
The man terrorised went immediately on the backstage.
“She?” asked a confused Kakucho.
Sanzu only grinned and focused his attention on the stage, where there was a young woman with (h/c) hair and bright (e/c) eyes.
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Hajime was ready to leave since he didn’t have time to waste on such bullshit, but before he could reach the door, the young woman started to sing.
He froze after hearing such an angelic voice, you sounded more like a goddess than a mere human.
Your voice was so alluring and soft and Hajime was captured by it like a moth to a flame.
Hajime focused his attention on you, your (e/c) were closed and you were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on.
He couldn’t help but notice how poor and low quality was your make-up, how the dress you wore was too little for you or how the perfume you wore was too cheap, he thought you didn’t deserve such things, an angel like you deserved only the best.
After finishing your song, you shyly smiled and said with a small voice “If I can just sing, that’s all I need” then you went behind the little stage.
The white-haired man couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but he was sure that people like you needed to shine like diamonds and that place wasn’t suited for an angel like you.
He felt Sanzu’s smug smile on his back, but he didn’t glance at him, he went straight to the bartender.
Your father, the bartender, was already terrified thanks to Sanzu’s earlier stunt and he wasn’t ready to deal with another criminal, but before he could even open his mouth, Hajime had already shoved him his black card and said, “How much for the girl”.
The old man didn’t even think a second and said the price, sealing your fate to a criminal you didn’t even know.
While Bonten was shocked, no one was expecting that Kokonoi Hajime could do something like that and for a girl he had only seen once, Sanzu was laughing aloud like a mad man because he knew that even the so cold-and-mean Hajime couldn’t resist you.
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You were trying to fight back your tears when your father brought you behind the club and shoved you in the arms of a white-haired man.
“(y/n) this is your new owner, Mr.Kokonoi, be a good girl and don’t create problems” said your father smiling.
You were disgusted that your father sold you for money, how could he sell his own flesh and blood to a stranger? Maybe he didn’t love you enough and he only cared about money.
You didn’t glance at Mr. Kokonoi, you were so afraid and the only thing you wanted was to disappear.
Then you felt something soft, maybe a coat, being placed on your shoulder, and heard a masculine voice saying, “Now leave before I decide to put a hole between your eyes”.
Your father murmured some excuses and left you alone with your owner.
A pale hand lifted your chin and your (e/c) eyes met black ones, sure Mr. Kokonoi was handsome, but you couldn’t forget that now he owned you.
“We’re going home (y/n), let’s go” he finished and guided you towards his car.
Before entering, you gave a last glance at what you called “home” and prepared yourself for what would happen from now on.
♥ ♥ ♥
It has been a few months since you left your old lifestyle, but your new life wasn’t that bad after all, Mr. Kokonoi, or Hajime, as he wanted you to call him, treated you as royalty and you didn’t have to lift even a finger.
Shining jewels, beautiful dresses, expensive bags, anything that you wanted Mr. Kokonoi bought it, you just needed to tell him.
The only thing he wanted, in exchange, was that you had to sing for him and him only, he said that nobody had the right to hear your angelic voice.
You weren’t of the same opinion, you sang because you loved seeing people being speechless whenever they heard your voice, you loved how their eyes shined when you sang, and you missed being on the stage.
Maybe if you asked him nicely, he would let you go one last time, it would not be that difficult? Right?
♥ ♥ ♥
That night Mr. Kokonoi seemed to be in a good mood, so you gathered all the courage in your body and repeated in your mind your little speech that you prepared when he was away.
You were in front of his office, a small sigh left your lips then you gently knocked on the door.
Few seconds later and the door was open, revealing Mr. Kokonoi, who let you into his office.
Before you sat on the sofà near him, he gently grabbed your wrist and pulled you in his lap with an arm securing your waist.
You were embarrassed hearing Mr. Kokonoi chuckling at your reaction, before patting your head.
“Mr. Kokonoi, can I ask you something.” you shyly said looking at your hands on your lap.
“Princess, what I said before? You have to call me Hajime.” he remarked, slightly annoyed.
“S-Sorry Hajime-san” you muttered as he smiled softly, he liked when his name left your lips.
“Much better princess, so what do you want? Any new dresses? You want more jewels? Or you want to go somewhere, like Paris or New York.” he questioned, your request sparked curiosity in him, since you didn’t usually ask for anything.
You turned your attention to him and vocalized that little greedy desire of yours “Can I go for one last time to my dad’s old bar? I really miss singing there”.
♥ ♥ ♥
Hajime didn’t like your request at all, no one would ever again listen to your voice, he brought you for a reason.
He objected “No princess, you can’t go there. It’s best that you stay here with me, it’s safer for you”.
He watched as you fought back your tears before meekly nodding your head.
“Princess, do you love me, right?” he asked, the fact that you wanted to go outside made him anxious, what if you wanted to leave him? No, he couldn't afford that, he needed you to be there with him.
“Y-Yes, of course I love you, Hajime-san.” you replied a little bit shocked by his strange question.
“It’s late princess, let’s go to bed.” he said after he glanced at the clock on the wall.
Hajime needed to think of a way to make sure you never bring up the discourse about singing for other people.
♥ ♥ ♥
It has been a few days since you have asked Mr. Kokonoi to go to the bar and everything was back to normal, however you weren’t happy, and you really missed singing for other people.
A sigh left your lips as you got up from your queen size bed, a gift from Mr. Kokonoi, and moved towards the enormous window, looking at the black sky of the night, admiring its shining stars.
Then you felt two arms sneaking on your waist and a chest against your back, the presence behind you, that from the expensive perfume you identified as Mr. Kokonoi, asked “(y/n), my beloved canary, why are you so sad? What do you want? You know that money isn’t a problem. So please, tell me what your heart desires and I will bring it to you. I don’t like your sorrowful face, I prefer when you smile, my beloved canary”.
“Hajime-san I don’t want anything, I just miss my old home, that’s all” you responded and turned around to face him.
After your response, his expression became angrier, and you never felt more afraid than before.
♥ ♥ ♥
Hajime couldn’t understand why you were so attached to that old and dirty bar, you were treated as a slave, your beauty was hidden by rags and poor make-up and your father didn’t love you like he did.
“Princess this will be the last time we will ever talk about this, okay?” he replied with a cold tone, you nodded furiously trying to hold back your tears.
“I will not let you go to that stupid old bar ever again; I will do everything in my power to make sure you don’t even leave this fucking house. I made myself clear. Your only purpose is to stay here with me, let me spoil you and sing only for me. Got it princess?” he spatted before kissing your forehead.
“Yes Hajime-san” you only said while crying.
Hajime didn’t reply and only kissed you, trapping you in his arms, oh god how he loved your lips, they were so soft and beautiful.
You tried to break free, but he was much stronger than you, so you stopped afraid that he would hit you, and instead tried to clumsy kiss him back.
Hajime was delighted by your sudden change and deepened your kiss.
♥ ♥ ♥
Hajime was intoxicated by you and your scent, he couldn’t be satisfied with only a kiss, he needed more, more, more.
You were a drug and Hajime was going to be addicted, but honestly, he didn’t care, he just wanted you.
He stopped kissing you and gently grabbed your hand, guiding you towards your bed.
He gently pushed you and he positioned on top of you, trapping your head with his hands and your waist with his knees.
He started kissing your neck, biting here and there, creating red dots all over your collarbone, painting it like it was a blank canvas.
His ears were blessed as he heard your soft moans and mewls, showing him how you were enjoying it.
“Princess, don't be shy and let me hear how good I can make you” he whispered in your ear, grinning.
You moaned loudly as he bit your neck in a certain spot, Hajime continued to kiss it as your moans were growing louder.
Hajime stopped to look at your state, you were panting and hickies were all over your chest and neck, eyes lucid, lips bruised for how hard he kissed you and he was proud of his work.
Hajime was feeling his pants getting too tight and the only thing he wanted was fucking your little wet pussy.
  ♥ ♥ ♥
Then his gaze went to your stomach, and something clicked, if he wanted to keep you to himself, he needed to give you a baby.
Knocking you up would mean that you wouldn’t go out since your body would be too tired because of the pregnancy and that you would depend exclusively on him.
Everything would be perfect, you would be the doting mother, he would be the caring husband and your future child would be a precious jewel like their mommy.
“Princess, I hope you’re not tired, since we’ll have a very long night” he exclaimed as he began to take off your clothes and his.
You were so lost in the pleasure that Hajime was giving you that you didn’t notice his dark smirk, and meekly nodded at his words.
That night Kokonoi Hajime made you finally his.
  ♥ ♥ ♥
After that night, you and Hajime had sex several other times, each time leaving you too exhausted to even leave the bed.
You weren’t sure if you really loved Hajime, but he made you feel special, he knew what you liked and disliked, he always made you comfortable and he treated you like you were a real princess.
Maybe you didn’t really miss your dad or your old home, you only wanted attention and love, things that only Hajime could provide you.
You didn’t need anything else, you only needed Hajime and his love.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you rushed to the bathroom and started puking.
Then you realized that you two always did sex without any kind of protection, you didn’t take any kind of birth control and you didn’t even see Hajime putting a condom before having sex.
What if...you were pregnant? What if Hajime didn’t like children? What if he wanted to leave you after this? 
At the mere thought of being left alone again, you cried hard, you didn’t want to be left again.
You were so focused on your thoughts that you didn’t hear Hajime entering the bathroom.
♥ ♥ ♥
After a long day stuck in his office Hajime wanted only to go home and be pampered by his beloved canary.
When he arrived at his penthouse, the only welcome he received was silence, you weren’t in the living room or in the kitchen.
He started panicking, what if you left him and went out alone in the streets, you were too naive and pure for this corrupted world.
What if someone took advantage of you? No, no, no.
He went to your bedroom, maybe you were sleeping, he tried to convince himself that you didn’t leave him.
When Hajime arrived near the bathroom, that was near your bedroom, he heard someone crying and without thinking he opened the door.
You were crying in a corner of the bathroom, your face hidden by your hands, he was glad that you were in the house, safe and sound. His only preoccupation was to know why you were crying.
  ♥ ♥ ♥
“Princess, is everything okay? Why are you crying” asked Hajime cautiously, fearing that if he had raised his tone, you would have broken.
You looked at Hajime and threw yourself in his arms, crying loudly, not calming even when Hajime patted your head.
“H-H-Hajime, I’m so sorry, it was my fault” you cried.
“Please don’t leave me, I will do anything” you sobbed.
Hajime was confused, but before he needed to calm you down, he gently lifted you in his arms and went to his bedroom.
After he sat on his bed with you in his arms, still crying, he began to draw circles on your back hoping that you would stop.
You stopped after a few minutes and explained why you were crying.
“(y/n), my beloved canary, you don’t need to worry about anything. We together will solve this problem.” he said, then he kissed your head.
♥ ♥ ♥
You were pregnant and the test confirmed it, both you and Hajime would become parents.
You were excited about having your own family, you needed to think about the name, what necessities you needed and so many other things.
Hajime said that you would not be alone, that he would always be with you, and you were glad that you had a man like Hajime, so caring and loving.
You were no longer (l/n) (y/n), you were now Kokonoi (y/n) and your beautiful diamond ring on your ring finger was the proof.
Little by little, you began to forget that you wanted to sing on a stage surrounded by people, instead you only sang for Hajime and your little baby daughter (d/n) and no one else.
You were like a canary in a gold cage, but until you had your little family, you would close your eyes and ignore everything.
♥ ♥ ♥
What a shame that you didn’t notice that Hajime has planned everything and now his beloved canary would only sing for him and him only.
♥ ♥ ♥
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grellestie · 2 years ago
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oops just reaper headcanons!
random hcs i had while at work;
-> grelle’s natural hair is curly but she just dislikes it (time period mentality) and she usually just straightens it because she gets self conscious about it.
-> william knows grelle tends to lie about various things to new recruits and there has been times where he’s had to hide his enjoyment of her humor for the sake of making sure he keeps his reputation as well as making sure grelle doesn’t get anything to brag about.
--> these lies include; 
“My poor little doves, don’t you know how much you’ve missed out on, have you? THE Cleopatra was Head of Communications for years! She was so inspirational~”
“If you lose your glasses, you’ll have to spend several extra years as a reaper, darling. Oh? How long you say? Depends...” 
“If you find a certain Cinematic Record, rumor has it that you will disappear very soon after unless you give it to someone else! Watch out, darlings!~”  
-> grelle only listens to death metal at work, at home though? she listens to the most girly and trashy music you have ever heard. it’s a comfort to her! 
--> the bands i headcanon grelle listening to the most would be jack off jill, the beatles, and probably otep. 
-> ronald only drank about several White Russian cocktails before swearing off of it. when he had that horrid experience, he could have swore that he was going to die a second time with how fast his heart was beating. and he called grelle which was an awful idea. it was 3am and she was barely awake when a grossly sobbing ronald clung to her and was so afraid of dying... it was a very... VERY long night. she has not have let him live it down since and still teases him to this day about it. he is extremely embarrassed about it and rarely talks about it.   
-> grelle is the type that just interjects herself into conversations and inserts her own opinion before just leaving. 
-> makeup... god she is very picky about makeup. she only goes for the same brand, only eyeshadow palletes with red, and red lipstick. sometimes she goes out of her comfort zone with lipstick but it’s extremely rare. 
shinigami realm + human world hcs under da cut since i dont shut up...  
-> the shinigami realm is just like our world except it’s completely void of color except for the council’s quarters and courtroom. the technology is horribly advanced and everyday is pretty much a black mirror episode.
--> taker’s betrayal really made it worse. there’s a lot of surveillance like with insects all being fake and only used to spy on other reapers to stop a potential repeat.
---> grelle hates it. first of all... bugs? watching her every move?! EWWW! she usually smashes them without second thought. second of all... it’s none of their business what a lady does in her private time! they should keep their eyes to themselves! and that thought process might get her into some trouble but since when has grelle been afraid of causing a bit of trouble?  
---> william feels... the same as grelle and he’d never admit it to her face in order to not spark a rebellious flame in her. not to mention, he doesn’t go to the extent she does. he finds them as an extreme breach of privacy for such a small thing. grelle came back just fine after she had her rebellious phase and the undertaker case was something that had been brewing for as long as he was a reaper.
---> ronald tends to agree with his mentor a lot and this is a big one he agrees on. he prefers human pubs over reaper pubs...
---> other reapers are either extremely uncomfortable and put off by it while others don’t mind it and are willing to let them spy on! they don’t want any more traitors.    
-> a happier headcanon! there’s a club in the human world and you can’t get in unless you tell the guard at the door what your registration number is. it’s called RR&Q Cafe. it stands for Retired Reaper & Quitters but reapers still in service can definitely go
--> grelle has always gone there since she was still studying in the academy. she took a small detour on a school trip and only had heard rumors about it, imagine her shock to find out that it actually a place! a lot of the “quitters” were everywhere under the queer umbrella which is where grelle really had her source of euphoria for a bit before she became more and more feminine. she’s taken ronald a couple of times and he’s... slowly figuring it out.    
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jekde04 · 3 years ago
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Unbreakable Vow
Summary: There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings. She once again had her hopes up, even though she knew this was probably another one of those.
Word Count: 1,503 words
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When she said those words, she hadn't really expected he would do it for her.
Of course, everyone in Magnolia knew of his habit of stripping his clothes at random—she in particular enjoyed it quite a lot—but he did it almost unconsciously, out of force of habit.
She never thought the day would come that her Gray-sama would actually undress willingly in front of her.
In her room. After she jokingly asked him to do so.
"Well?" Gray asked, his muscled chest, arms, and abs in full display as he carelessly tossed his coat and shirt on her bed.
For all her cheeky jokes and naughty teases, she was still a shy and conservative girl underneath it all. She couldn't help but get flustered as she eyed the deep V-shaped cuts of his lower abs that disappeared beneath his low-cut jeans.
"W-why is Gray-sama undressing in front of Ju-Juvia?"
Gray smirked, and Juvia instantly knew he was enjoying this. Oh, her Gray-sama could be so mean sometimes.
"You said you'd inspect my body for any wounds, right? I'm just doing what you asked me to," he answered casually with a shrug of his shoulders. "Are you going to do it or not?"
Well, he had a point. If Gray had an injury somewhere, it needed to be cleaned and patched up.
She had to do it for her Gray-sama, Juvia thought. This was no time to be embarrassed.
Keeping her composure, she sat on the empty space beside him on her bed. She felt a tingle run up her spine as their arms lightly brushed against each other.
"Let Juvia see, Gray-sama," she said as she carefully inspected his face first, her fingers treading on his forehead, cheeks, nose, chin. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she continued looking for any cut or bruise or scratch on his neck, shoulders, arms, chest, and abs.
As he said before, he was fine. There were some minor cut and scratch here and there, but they were far from being life-threatening. A little dab of alcohol (with Juvia blowing on it so it wouldn't sting) and a small band-aid were enough to patch him up.
"Juvia."
Gray's serious tone made Juvia look up from the tiny cut she was treating on his collarbone. His intense stare bored into her.
"I… I..."
Juvia waited for his next words, but he looked as if he was trapped in an internal struggle on what to say next. She knew that words weren't his strongest suit, so she decided to help him out.
"Did the mission go well?"
Gray sighed, relieved that Juvia opened up the conversation. "Yes. But it's not yet done. We still have to go back and finish it."
Juvia nodded. She was really hoping that it would all be done, and they could spend more time with each other. All the constant worrying also stressed her out. She knew that he promised to come back, but you never really know what might happen during dangerous missions like this one.
Speaking of coming back…
"Gray-sama, before you disappeared last time, you were about to say something." Juvia cleared her throat. "You said that when you come back…"
Gray's cheeks colored slightly, though his eyes wore a determined look. "I... I was just saying that when I come back…" He stared right at her, and she tried her best not to look away.
There had been many false alarms in the past, moments when she thought Gray would finally accept her feelings, but they didn't end the way she wanted them to. Despite that, she craved for such moments, and even though she knew in her mind that this was probably another one of those false alarms, she still had her hopes up. After all, even if Gray wasn't that great with words, he always made her feel special with his subtle actions.
The words would come eventually, she told herself. Be patient, Juvia.
But the more they stared silently at each other, the more that Juvia was convinced that perhaps, this was still not the right time. That maybe Gray still wasn't ready. Maybe she was pressuring him—
"When I come back, I'll be a man worthy of you." Gray finally said.
Juvia couldn't believe her ears. Was this some hyper-real fantasy she was conjuring in her head?
"I swear... that I will do my best to make you happy, for each and every day that you choose to stay by my side..."
Juvia wanted to slap herself to make sure everything was real, but instead, she remained frozen in place as Gray said the words she never thought she would hear from him.
"... if you would still have me, of course," he finished reluctantly, as if he was expecting her to shoot him down right there. When Juvia just stared at him and didn't say anything, he unclasped his silver cross necklace and reached forward to place it around her neck.
Juvia could feel his breath against her cheek as Gray leaned over. She felt herself getting flushed with their proximity as time seemed to stretch forever. Her heart was drumming in her ears, it was impossible he couldn't hear it.
In a daze, she palmed the cross now resting on her chest. It was cold in her warm hands, much like its owner.
Looking up, she found herself staring straight into Gray's onyx eyes, a light blush adorning his cheeks. Their faces were just a few inches apart, and she could easily close the distance if she just moved a little closer…
"Gray-sama."
His name escaped her lips like a whispered prayer only he could hear, making him reach out and cup one of her cheeks. They didn't realize how close they were to each other until they felt the tip of their noses touch, but neither pulled back. Juvia's eyes instinctively closed, her lashes brushing against his cheeks.
She felt his lips cover her own, at first soft and reluctant, as if asking for permission. Opening her lips slightly, Gray kissed her again, deeper this time, angling his head and nibbling at her lower lip.
Matching his intensity, her hands slid to his broad shoulders all the way to his back. She felt his other hand against the small of her back, pressing her closer to his body. They stopped momentarily when they felt the need for air, but the reprieve was short as he dove in, again and again, making up for all the moments he could have kissed her like this but didn't.
It was a dream, Juvia was sure. A dream she wished would never end.
But it did end eventually, though there was no doubt it was real. Her flushed cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and Gray's arms wrapped around her were enough evidence that it wasn't just a product of her wild imagination.
"Juvia," he whispered, her name on his lips sending an electric shock to her body. "Promise me you'll wait for me."
"Juvia promises," she answered without hesitation, looking straight into his eyes. She once again clasped the cross on her chest, knowing that even without his words, he would certainly come back home to her. And she would wait, no matter how long it would take.
He gave her his signature smirk, but it was matched with so much tenderness in his eyes that she knew it would always be the last thing she would remember every night before she fell asleep. She gave him a smile in return, the one she always reserved for him.
His hand covered the one clasping his necklace, tightening his hold. "I'll leave this to you so that you won't forget the promise I gave you."
"Juvia will never forget Gray-sama's words, with or without this," Juvia answered him. "But since Gray-sama gave Juvia a piece of him…"
Suddenly, Juvia had an idea. She stepped away from a confused Gray and went to her closet. When she came back, she was sporting a wide grin and holding something behind her back.
"Juvia would also like to give Gray-sama a Juvia doll so he'd always remember that Juvia's waiting for him!" she exclaimed, handing the plushie to Gray.
Any other time, Gray would have freaked out at Juvia's unconventional gifts. But he was used to these things by now, and frankly, he loved her for it.
Smiling, he took the Juvia doll in his arms, staring at the dark blue eyes sewn on its hat-covered head. It wasn't the real Juvia, but it would do for now.
"Thanks. I'll take care of my Juvia doll," he said, and Juvia beamed. "But for now—"
He placed the Juvia doll on the table and grabbed her hand, pulling her close to him. Juvia gasped as she found herself locked in his arms once again.
"Let me take care of you while I'm here, okay?"
"Okay."
No Fairy Tail mage saw them again, at least for the rest of that night.
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A/N: You know, I always get a spark of inspiration from canon materials and official arts. This one’s inspired by Mashima-sensei’s latest autograph session featuring these two artworks below. Next in my pipeline: the Gruvia Day 2021 official art. I already have the story in my head so hopefully I have enough time to finish it in the next two weeks!
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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago
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To piggyback on the Erin Clover situation, Erin herself was unfortunately a victim of gr**ming when she was young so why the actual fuck would she even engage in shit and expose sexual content to minors?? Like people really don’t think about the person they’re unnecessarily hating on until it’s too late, and my thing is, they’re so strong about “protecting” from grooming, SA, p*dophilia when it comes to a fictional character that they developed an unhealthy obsession over or actual victims themselves cuz they went out to attack one without hearing their story.. Erin did make NSFW artwork BUT she aged up the characters and had said art pieces on a separate platform where ONLY adults can access through (Patreon) and the only reason why minors saw that shit was because some hypocritical idiot leaked her work onto an “Erin Clover” expose account, contradicting the point their making and were the ones actually doing the crime that they’re “trying” to “cancel” Erin over..
I was even considering making my own OC account cuz I was inspired by Erin Clover, but after what @/lexiumber_ did, I’m not sure cuz that dumbass really sparked a whole new chain of toxic fans attacking OC based art accounts, fanfic writers, etc. That’s why I’ll never forgive her cuz this not only affected Erin, but so many people within the community..
And another thing that I don’t get is there’s an account on Insta named @/Hanta Hasuu that actually gr**med real life minors, and these immature idiots are completely mute and aren’t attacking him like they did to Erin since their only agenda is to “Free Bakugou” not real victims..
And I can guarantee you that actual victims of these traumatic experience actually are angry with these “moral knights” cuz this shit takes the severity away from their experiences and no one’s gonna take them seriously anymore due to the numerous amounts of false reports of p*dophilia. Like do these people not realize it is NOT ILLEGAL to make NSFW art of Bakugou, Izuku, Tanjirou, Soma, Mikey (especially if they’re aged up) cuz THEYRE NOT REAL!? Police officers won’t arrest anyone that does this cuz it’s not against the law.
Sorry for my long rant, this shit really bugs me.. I swear, we really never had this much of an issue until people like @/lexiumber_ joined the fucking fandom..
I wasn’t going to reply to this cause I already moved on, but it genuinely makes me sad that you don’t feel comfortable to make your own OC now because of what happened. I really do hope you might feel safe and comfortable enough to do so in the future because honestly the amount of love and comfort something like that can bring you is immeasurable.
And no one should feel like they have to explain their trauma on the internet to random fucking strangers.
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cloudytaemin · 3 years ago
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Bad Habits
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Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader
Genre: Exes to Lovers
Warnings: None
WC: 530
Summary: Jaehyun goes out again to feed his habits. The stranger he converses with makes his problems feel less prominent for now, but his mystery acquaintance leads to reigniting feelings.
A/N: I'm super obsessed with this song, Bad Habits (by Ed Sheeran) lately, it inspired me to write something new... I hope you enjoy.
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My bad habits lead to late nights ending alone Conversations with a stranger I barely know...
Jaehyun sits down next to yet another stranger at the bar and sparks up a conversation. “So, what has you here?” The stranger looks tired and emotionally worn, like they’re just here to get drunk and find someone to take home.
“Breakup.” Predictable, he thinks. “I’m stuck in a circle of bad habits, I can’t stop. I’m only here for a little bit of paradise just before everything implodes again.” Their voice is dry and exhausted, uninterested even. “Why are you here?”
Swearing this will be the last, but it probably won't... I was looking for a way out, now I can't escape...
Because I’m stuck in the same cycle. He reminisces over your face for a while, thinking about the time you shared. But that’d be too honest, wouldn’t it. “Just out for a drink. Might end up having too many, but what can I do?” Jaehyun says, stirring his White Russian with his finger.
“Relationships are a waste of time.” The stranger grunts, and he hears the glass hit the bar countertop loudly. “They just lead to heartbreak.” y/n was perfect, Jaehyun thinks. I still don’t know if it was my fault.
“Are they? I don’t feel that way about mine.” He responds monotonically. “I don’t even know why mine left.” Was it something I did?
We took the long way 'round And burned till the fun ran out...
“I left mine, but I’m just as heartbroken as if I got broken up with.” The stranger sniffles, and Jaehyun just drills his eyes into the countertop harder.
Just like what happened to me, he remembers the day you walked out in tears, no explanation except for a quiet ‘we need to break up’. “Why?”
“I knew I wasn’t good enough for him. I didn’t want to keep him going with someone who was like me when he could do much better.” They stutter out, swirling the liquid in their glass.
“Hm.” Was that why y/n left me? “What’s your name? I’ve been talking to a random stranger, I haven’t even looked up at for almost an hour by now, and I’m not even close to drunk.” They say, a small laugh emitting from them.
What are the odds I go home with them tonight? Low? High? Probably fifty-fifty. “Jaehyun. Yours?”
It's true, it's true My bad habits lead to you...
“Did you just say your name is Jaehyun?” The stranger asks, looking at the side of his head. “Oh. You did say that.”
“Is something wr…” Jaehyun turns his head and looks at the stranger he had been sitting next to all night, telling his relationship problems to. “Oh. y/n.”
“Hi, Jae.” You say, your expression saddening.
“Hi, y/n,” he sighs, eyes beginning to go glassy. “Quite the coincidence, huh?"
“Now you know, I guess.” You say, swallowing your urge to cry. You assume it doesn’t work very well when Jaehyun makes his next comment.
“Don’t cry. It’s okay.” He slides over another seat to be next to you and rubs his hand up and down your back, still not able to meet your eyes again just yet. “I’m here.”
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sooibian · 4 years ago
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Between a Rock and a Hard Place
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Pairing: Kyungsoo x fem!Reader ft. big brother Junmyeon, arch enemy Sehun
Genre/Themes: Established Relationship AU, Fluff, Crack, Loosely inspired by the anime Horimiya
Warnings: Sexual themes, themes of sadism and masochism (nothing explicit), slight swearing.
Description: It’s Sehun’s wedding party. Kyungsoo knew these couple of hours with you were going to be anything but pleasant, however, he didn’t expect things to spiral so quickly. 
A/N: Thank you @his-mochi-cheeks​ for encouraging me to upload this. Shy tagging my closeted dandanies @vampwrrr​ and @changshapatrol​​ since this one sparked joy.
Word count: 2.7k
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To Kyungsoo, the best thing about weddings was the feast but since you sat sulkily sipping on green juice - whatever the fuck that monstrosity was made of - he couldn't muster the courage to gorge on bulgogi and galbi in front of you. Especially not since it was a "your side of the family" wedding and your big brother Junmyeon wouldn't quit looking at him as if he were a ticking time bomb.
He’d gone out with you for five years before finally asking you to marry him four years ago. As much as he tried, Kyungsoo failed to make peace with the fact that Junmyeon still hadn't warmed up to him. Kyungsoo firmly believed in cause and effect and he just couldn’t tell when and how he’d faltered to warrant such iciness from Junmyeon. Events like these made his thoughts tread deeper into the “where did I go wrong?” labyrinth with no escape in sight.
Kyungsoo’s stomach growled, the proximity to the buffet area wasn’t helping. He stupidly slapped a hand on it as if to stop the sound from reaching you but despite the loud music and raucous conversations, you noticed. So you offered him a sip of the disgusting green gloop which he politely declined.
Shrugging, you sing-songed mindlessly, "Oof the barbecue stall sure looks inviting."
He suspiciously studied the ever so slight movements in your features, every microexpression and chose the safest response of taking your hand in his, lacing your fingers together, and planting a soft kiss between your knuckles - conscious of the fact that he’d have to tolerate the hunger pangs for just a bit longer. He was dead sure you’d ask him to stop at a McDonald's on your two hour drive back home. None of these green gloop diets have lasted over twelve hours.
Resting his chin in his hand, Kyungsoo peered over his glasses and looked around the luxuriously and aesthetically decorated lawn. In front of the gazebo Oh Sehun and his bride slow-danced to a song he couldn’t recognise. Sehun's hand mischievously slipped down his bride's waist and she teasingly punched his chest in response. She giggled and swayed in his arms as Sehun looked into her eyes with all the love glimmering in his own. Thinking back to his own wedding day, Kyungsoo smiled to himself and planted yet another kiss on your hand. Features contorted by the nasty taste of the juice, to him you still looked just as radiant as you did on your wedding day. In the moment he wanted nothing more than to join the couples on the dance floor, wrap his arms around your waist, and sway to the rhythm of the romantic, soft beats.
So he turned to you and asked enthusiastically, “Lets dance?”
“Kyungsoo - ,” pinching the bridge of your nose, you only reacted with a scowl.
Your damp response instantly soured his expression. “Come on! Don’t be such a sourpuss!” He exclaimed, tugging at your arm.
Kyungsoo observed keenly as your gaze reluctantly turned to a euphoric Sehun. Through gritted teeth, you justified, “It’s my arch-nemesis’ wedding. What do you expect?”
Junmyeon was the Academic Director of Museum Studies at Seoul National University and Sehun was his favourite student, almost like a younger brother to him and as his biological sister, you somehow felt threatened by their relationship. Over the years, your insecurity had manifested in the way of an inexplicable resentment towards Sehun.
“Why did we even come, then?” Kyungsoo reasoned.
��To avoid having to listen to Junmyeon whinging and whining for an eternity,” you dead-panned.
“You mean the way I’ve been tolerating your whining ever since we received the wedding invite?” Kyungsoo grumbled.
Wagging your finger at him, you said, “That’s a low blow, Kyungsoo.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Kyungsoo pursed his lips and continued arguing with you, “Who even brings their own meal to a goddamn wedding?”
You rolled your eyes before listlessly scrolling through your phone. Kyungsoo understood exactly what you were upto. While you didn’t want anybody to fault you for skipping the wedding, you needed to make it known to everyone present that you were here merely out of courtesy.
On the other hand, Kyungsoo was quite fond of Sehun. The guy was fun and even-tempered and Kyungsoo truly admired people who were uncomplicated, people with whom he could freely speak his mind. It’s why he fell in love with you in the first place and stayed in love...despite all of your pettiness and quirks. Quirks that made Kyungsoo shake in his boots. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, pushed those thoughts out of his head and heaved a sigh of relief upon realizing that your eccentricity wouldn’t rear its ugly head at a family celebration.
He was jolted out of his reverie by Junmyeon who slammed a plate of dakgalbi in front of him. Kyungsoo immediately shoved his phone into an inside pocket of his blazer, inwardly reprimanding himself for behaving all the more suspiciously in front of your elder brother.
Squinting sceptically, Junmyeon remarked, “I didn’t see you at the buffet -”
“Ah - we’ve been meaning to -” Kyungsoo tried explaining the situation without having to put you in a spot. He thought, after an uncomfortably long pause, Junmyeon would drop the conversation, but he didn't. Kyungsoo gingerly ran his fingers over his brows to check if Junmyeon's intense glare had burned holes into his head. You on the other hand had your gaze fixed on your phone and didn’t break character even for a second - not even to help your husband out of an awkward conversation. So Kyungsoo picked up a pair of chopsticks to help himself to a piece of dakgalbi but Junmyeon slapped his hand away and snarled, “Ladies first.”
"O-of course," Kyungsoo stuttered, pushing the plate towards you.
"I don't wanna eat," you answered the two men, eyes now on a blank screen. Left with no choice, Kyungsoo slowly and sadly put his chopsticks down, his stomach making its annoyance known, while Junmyeon started to nag you for acting 'uppity as usual'.
Your show of indifference when Junmyeon animatedly whisper-scolded you, had started to make Kyungsoo anxious. The moment he tried to excuse himself to the bathroom, he felt your bare foot on his shoe and he froze into a still frame.
Kyungsoo shook his head at you and mouthed, 'Not now!' but you merely shot him a sweet smile in response.
"Are you even listening to me?" Junmyeon lambasted you.
"No and I haven't been listening for quite sometime now." Your reply sent a chill down Kyungsoo's spine. He was feeling a lot of things...all at once and with your toes boldly riding up his shin, he thought he'd burst at the seams. He made a mental note to have certain ground rules in place for situations like these - you weren’t much of a listener but this time he was sure to make himself heard.
"You won't be eating either?" Junmyeon asked Kyungsoo, shooting him yet another indignant glare. Kyungsoo smoothly moved his chair out of your reach but just as he extended his hand towards the plate, Junmyeon huffed angrily and walked away with it and Kyungsoo felt his heart sink to his stomach.
Tormenting Kyungsoo with a game of footsie for a while, you excused yourself to the ladies room. Ten minutes later, his phone chimed with a text from you.
'Can you come and get me? I think I'm lost.'
'No.' He replied. He was determined to not walk into your trap.
Kyungsoo clearly remembers the first time he was introduced to that side of your personality. Freshman year - it had been a few months since he'd asked you out. One evening, when things had gotten hot and heavy between the two of you, he had heard you say, 'Slap me, Soo.'
At first he thought he'd heard wrong so he ignored you but you said it again causing him to immediately pull away. Aghast, he asked, 'What did you say?'
'Slap me,' you blinked at him.
He intently studied your face - the most beautiful and the least punchable face he'd ever laid his eyes on. He wanted to do many things to you and all of them essentially involved making you feel loved and cherished and what you were asking of him was the exact opposite of how he felt about you. 
Eyes wide and lips pursed, you stood for a reaction but he would give you none. 
'Don't you love me?' You asked softly, batting your eyelashes at him. Little did you know, in that moment, he was too numb and too naked to make sense of the situation. 
At first he faulted his own personality. Kyungsoo was known to have picked a few fights here and there, had multiple piercings, and visible tattoos. Over the years, he got rid of it all and started dressing preppy but nothing changed. You still continued to ask of him something he was unwilling to give. So after a few ups and downs in your relationship, Kyungsoo finally reconciled with the fact that you were something of a sadist masochist only when it came to him.
His phone buzzed with your reply: 'The gardens at this hotel are ginormous. There's no staff here, I don't know how to find stupid lanky boy's stupid wedding party. I'm waiting by the restroom area please come and get me? ❤️'
Kyungsoo knew that you were directionally challenged. He'd test you at random and you could never tell left from right. Also, the lawn did sprawl over a considerable area but something just didn't feel right. Chewing on a hangnail, Kyungsoo sat thinking of a fitting reply only to receive another text from you.
A tempting one.
'If you come and get me now, we'll get out of here directly. No need to go back to the party.'
'What about your brother?' Asked Kyungsoo.
His phone blinked with a 'Pfft 🤪'
Patiently, he reiterated, 'I asked, what about your brother?'
'I promise I'll deal…'
'....?'
'Nicely 😘'
'Ok ❤️'
.
.
.
Kyungsoo gaped at you while you twirled his tie between your fingers and pleaded with him in a sultry voice, "Just once? Please?"
He was well aware that you knew for a fact he couldn't refuse you. Nevertheless, this time he firmly held his ground, "Are you crazy? Your entire family, your brother is just a couple metre's distance from here!"
"Kyungsoo please?" You caged him between a grainy concrete wall and your torso. The only respite to Kyungsoo in that situation was the fact that the area was poorly lit and there was not a soul in sight.
He cupped your face in his hands, planted a chaste kiss on your forehead and crouched down to whisper against your lips, "I'm not - I'm not sla- I'm not doing any of that here. Let's go home." After a lot of struggle, he finally managed to free himself from your Senior Superintendent General of Police grasp with a smirk on his face that said all your police training got nothing on him.
"Let's go," he held your hand and took a long stride towards the exit but you stayed firmly rooted to your place.
"Drag me out of here, then," you commanded.
You didn't budge and Kyungsoo wouldn't have caved under any other circumstance but…. he was hungry. Really hungry - making his stiff spine melt like candle wax. So he steeled himself, looked into your eyes, dropped his tone to a gruff, husky tenor, grabbed your wrist a little too tightly and threatened you, "Move your ass, __. Don't make me tell you again."
Exasperated, he rolled his eyes at the way yours twinkled at his crass behaviour.
"Gimme more," you said breathily.
The only way to get out of here was to stay in character so Kyungsoo did exactly that. He roughly pushed you against a wall (as gently as he could if it makes sense) and growled, "What makes you think you can act all buddy buddy with me, you ditz!" but before he could go any further he heard a man's voice yell, "How dare you!?"
Startled like a deer caught in headlights - in this case the flashlight of Junmyeon's latest iPhone - Kyungsoo turned around to find the brawny man leaping at him in attack mode at full throttle. Kyungsoo ducked, anticipating a heavy physical impact but it didn't come. He opened his eyes to you tackling Junmyeon to the ground and scolding him, "How dare you encroach upon our privacy and attack my husband!" while twisting his arm at every emphasis.
Very rarely was Kyungsoo grateful about the fact that you were a cop and this was one such occasion. He quickly moved to get you off of Junmyeon's back while the man cried out in pain, defending himself, "Pri-privacy? This is a bloody public place!"
Panting, you eventually let go of Junmyeon, fixed your hair and earrings and straightened your satin silk very pale pink dress (one that was almost white under the wrong lighting but despite Kyungsoo's repeated requests, you ended up in white at a wedding). But as soon as Junmyeon regained composure, he lunged to attack Kyungsoo again, screaming, "I always knew that there was something off about you!"
"Yah yah yahhhh!" You held Junmyeon back like you would do a violent criminal as Kyungsoo ducked again out of fear.
"Enough!" You shrieked at Junmyeon.
Kyungsoo's big brown eyes were fixed on your brother's terrifying demeanour as he barked, "I can't believe you're scolding me after what I just witnessed! That man, that man was hurting you!"
"That man? Better watch your tone Oppa, he's my husband!"
"You can't be that blinded by love or...whatever this is! Does he have something on you? You can tell me! You know I know all the right people to get you out of this mess -"
"Hyungnim -" Kyungsoo attempted to defuse the extremely tense situation but stopped short as you held your hand up at him.
"For heaven's sake, I'm happy, healthy, and safe in my marriage. That's all you need to know. Now go back to your baby brother's celebration and leave us alone!" Hand on your hip, you squeezed your eyes shut and pinched the bridge of your nose.
"I'm not going anywhere until you explain what just happened," Junmyeon glowered at Kyungsoo.
The younger man didn't know how to clarify this without embarrassing you and in a state of blind panic all he could think of admitting to some sort of a dissociative identity disorder. But before he could lose any more brownie points with your brother, you came to his rescue albeit not doing much to help his already strained relationship with Junmyeon.
"Kyungsoo, you don't have to tell him anything. You, Sir, talk to me. No need to drag my husband into this mess!"
Junmyeon scoffed before breaking into a hysterical laughter, "You're unbelievable, little sister. Unbelievable!"
Kyungsoo closed his eyes, drew in a deep breath, and started, "Hyungnim, I- "
"You have the unmitigated gall to still be standing here!" Junmyeon snapped at Kyungsoo, causing the younger man to bury his face in his hands. When the brother sister duo fell silent, Kyungsoo looked up again to find Jumyeon taking furiously long strides towards the wedding party.
"I told you this was a bad idea," Kyungsoo said quietly, rubbing the corner of his eye, as you wrapped your arms around him and buried your face in his chest.
"I'll fix it, I promise. I'll speak to him when he's calmed down a little," you replied, softly patting your husband's back, "Do you want to stop at a McDonald's on our way back?
Kyungsoo chuckled, squeezing you in a tight hug and kissing the top of your head, "I hate you."
"I love you, too!" You chirped, and his features lit up with his beautiful heart-shaped smile.
"So? McDonald's?" You asked coyly.
He cradled your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. When you drew a staggered breath in response, he felt a wave of heat flushing through him. You giggled against his lips causing Kyungsoo to firmly pull your body to his. He scooped you up in his arms, kissing you with an increased fervour and rendering you breathless.
Gently pulling away, he answered in a husky, gruff voice, "Sure, dumb bitch. Took you long enough."
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sirius-archive · 4 years ago
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Dare or Dare (Prompt)
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Pairing: James Potter x Reader, mentioned Sirius Black x Reader
Word Count: 2256
Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, mentions of sex i guess?
Request: Could you do 13 and 15 of random with James or Sirius maybe? :) - Anonymous
Prompt: 13. “YOU SAID BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!” 15. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.” 
A/N: First prompt finally finished!! please send in more! the list is pinned to my blog. Enjoy <3
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It may have been cliche, but it was a common tradition for you and your friends to steal food from the kitchens, get drunk and play stupid muggle games late at night in the Gryffindor common room.
The fire crackled and popped, emitting shards of amber light that jarred with the dark shadows, creating a golden-warm atmosphere that encompassed you and your friends. You sat crossed-legged on the ground between Mary and Marlene Marlene while the boys - James, Sirius, Remus and Peter - sat opposite you, forming a circle that sort of resembled a seance. Littered in the centre of your ‘Friendship Circle’ (coined affectionately by James) was your plunder; a variety of puddings and treats and left-over sweets from a recent Hogsmeade trip.
Soon enough, two bottles of firewhiskey were brandished and passed around the group, and everyone was taking long sips from the bottle - everyone except for you.
“Boo,” Sirius jeered, “You’re boring.”
“Well excuse me if I don’t want liver failure,” you drawled, rolling your eyes, “Besides, six people sharing from the same bottle? That’s unsanitary.”
“What? You worried you’ll catch boy cooties,” Sirius teased, “Because last time I checked, you didn’t mind boy cooties when I saw you making out with Prongs in the broom closet last week. And trust me, none of that was exactly ‘sanitary’.”
You felt your face glow with embarrassment as laughter bubbled over the group. You glanced at James, at the little curl of his lips that wasn’t quite as mischievous as a smirk, but not as open and carefree as a smile. It was somewhere in between...like he wasn’t embarrassed of kissing you, of even being lumped in the same sentence as you. It made your heart swell, your cheeks no longer warm from embarrassment.
“Why don’t we stop harassing (Y/N) and Potter and get on with some games!” Marlene urged, gracefully saving you from Sirius.
“Yes!” Peter agreed, “I managed to find a load of fun muggle games in this book!”
He pulled out a book from his bag and brandished it before you friends.
“101 Party Games to Play at your Bachelorette Party,” Remus read aloud, frowning, “Some how, I don’t like the sound of that.”
“I do!” Mary said eagerly, leaning forward to get a good look at the book.
“Whats a Bachelorette Party?” asked Marlene, brows knitted in confusion.
“It’s a party where a bride and her bridal party celebrate her last night as a ‘single’ woman,” Mary explained excitedly, “My mums been to loads. She always comes back with weird penis shaped memorabilia.”
“Well, what’s the hold up, Wormtail?” James asked, grinning broadly, “Let’s crack it open!”
Peter dropped the book in the middle of the circle and sat back as Sirius opened the first page. A devilish grin spread slowly across his face as he read the index.
“This is brilliant!” Sirius laughed, flicking the page, “’Stick it in the Hole’ a game inspired by all those sex ed classes you pretended to listen to in High School. Two people are required, much like the real thing.”
“Muggles are insane…” Marlene decided.
“Dunk the Weenie in the Creampie,” Sirius continued, “The only time when it is encouraged to be bad at cooking. Simply tie a sausage to your waist with a short rope and try to dunk the sausage in the centre of a cream pie. Beware, this game is messy.”
“Yeah, I’m not playing that,” said Remus, disapprovingly, “I’m not sure what’s worse; having to embarrass myself by grinding on a cream pie in front of my friends or watching you lot do it.”
“Agreed,” said Peter, who was blushing furiously.
“What about this?” Sirius perked up, reading intently, “Bridal Truth or Dare. A sexy twist on a classic game. Players must reveal deep truths or suffer through scandalous dares. The more debauchery, the better!’”
“I’m down for a game of truth or dare,” Mary piped up excitedly.
“Same!” Marlene chimed.
“Me too!” said Peter.
“I have no shame and I don’t believe in regrets so I’ll play,” said James, winking at you.
“Oh what the hell,” Remus shrugged, sighing, “So long as the fire whiskey’s still flowing.”
“What do you take us for, amateurs?” Sirius gasped, his tone oozing with mock-offence.
Everyone turned to look at you. An unpleasant burning sensation prickled beneath your cheeks.
“Alright,” you sighed, grabbing a sugar quill, “I’ll play.”
Marlene and Mary giggled excitedly as Sirius dropped the book in his lap and skimmed the first page.
“Right,” he said, importantly, “If someone asks for truth, they have to answer or risk being forced to do a dare from the list of Extreme Dares.”
“I like the sound of that,” said James, craning to peer at the list.
“I don’t,” you muttered, glancing at Remus.
You knew beyond a doubt that you’d be asked about you and James’ complicated history by one of your friends and, if you refused to answer, would probably have to do something embarrassing with him like let him fondle your breasts or something stupid like that.
“Alright, so the eldest starts,” said Sirius and he grinned, “Which is me so suck it losers.”
Everyone groaned. Having Sirius start a game of Bridal Truth or Dare was going to be excruciating to say the least.
Sirius feigned a deep look of hurt, clutching his chest in pain, “I had no idea you guys thought so highly of me!”
“Hurry up, Padfoot,” Remus grumbled, taking a swing of fire whiskey, “Lets just rip it off like a band aid.”
Sirius’ lips spread into a wicked, calculating smirk. You knew that look all too well; it was the look of someone who was either barking mad or insanely clever forming a devious master plan.
Tapping his chin thoughtfully, he pretended to think for one attractive moment before narrowing his eyes on you.
“(Y/N), Bridal Truth or Dare? Quickly now, or we’ll all sober up and lose our nerve.”
You thought that was quite impossible for two reasons: one, everyone except you had had enough fire whiskey to drown their veins in alcohol and, two, Gryffindors never lost their nerve.
You sighed long sufferingly, “Alright, truth.”
“Bridal truth,” Sirius corrected and then furrowed his brows in thought. His eyes sparked again with a look of wild excitement, “Have you and Prongs ever reached third base?”
Marlene and Mary stifled their giggles. James shot you an apologetic look, grimacing at Sirius.
Something about the challenging look in Sirius’ eye rankled you, grating obnoxiously on your competitive streak. Usually, you were more rational, more ‘pick-your-battles-carefully’, but now, Sirius was closing in on your relationship-not-relationship with James, something you considered deeply personal. If Sirius wanted to play this game, then he’d better be prepared to lose.
“Padfoot,” James began, glancing at you, “I think that’s-“
“No,” you answered, defiantly, “James and I have not reached third base, and that’s only because we kept getting interrupted by you.”
There was a stunned sort of silence at the tone of your voice. Everyone was used to you denying your relationship-not-relationship with James, so your candor was like a splash of cold water in the middle of winter.
You broke the silence by snatching the bottle from Sirius’ grasp, “I’m too sober for this shit.”
“You don’t even drink,” said Marlene in shock.
You uncorked the bottle, “Maybe I should start.”
Tipping your head back, you took a long drag of the fire whiskey and winced as it seared the back of your throat. A moment later, a tickling warmth kindled in your stomach, and what felt like gold shot through your veins, filling you up.
Everyone was staring at you, shocked and speechless. You - Gryffindor prefect, one of the top performing students in the school, rule abider and teachers pet - were breaking a dozen school rules by drinking fire whiskey and admitting quite blatantly that you and James would have had sex if it weren’t for Sirius.
Their shocked expressions made you smirk.
“Are you lot going to keep staring at me or are we going to play?”
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An hour into the game, and your brain was swimming in pools of intoxicated bliss. It was like peering through rose-tinted glasses - everything was hilariously funny, and your courage and impulsivity had been dialled up by about a hundred while your common sense had abandoned you.
Everyone had participated in an array of embarrassing truths and even more embarrassing dares. Peter had asked you what it was like to kiss Sirius (you and Sirius had a few…flings…in the past, before you had realised your feelings for James).
“Be honest now,” Sirius winked at you, “You don’t have to lie because ol’ Padfoot is here.”
James looked slightly amused, but there was a glint of something dark, something wild in the mosaic of his eyes.
You took your time, formulating a response.
“Eh, he’s alright” you shrugged, nonchalantly, “I’ve had better. A little overrated, if you ask me.”
That had been a mistake. Without warning, Sirius had launched into a wild tickle attack, scrambling toward you and poking his fingers between your ribs. Laughter erupted from your lips as you keeled backward, lying flat on your back as Sirius clambered on top of you.
“YOU SAID BE HONEST STOP TICKLING ME!” you shrieked, laughing hysterically, “SIRIUS! GEROFF”
James was the first to pull Sirius off you, smacking him around the head.
“Ouch!” Sirius yelped, but he smiled at James’ playful expression.
The hours ebbed away.
Soon, everyone was getting bored with Bridal truth or dare and instead decided to play Dare or Dare. You, Marlene and Mary had been dared to race each other stripping your bras off without taking your tops off. While you had done it a million times before, it had been significantly more difficult to do while drunk.
Remus had been dared to sneak into Filch’s office and leave him a love note and James and Sirius had been dared to kiss - which they did, passionately and unabashed.
“Alright,” James had smirked as he stared at you, “(Y/N). Dare or Dare?”
You pretended to consider your options, “Hmm…Dare!”
“I was hoping you’d say that,” James grinned, dodgy and lopsided, “Alright, I dare you to sprint past Dumbledore’s office, topless.”
You grinned, climbing to your feet, “I’ll do you one better.”
Slowly, while maintaining eye contact with James, you stripped into your underwear. James’ expression cycled rapidly between awe and arousal, and you couldn’t help noticing the way he squirmed, trying to casually cover his lap with a pillow.
Marlene let out a low whistle, startling you. You had forgotten about the others.
Grabbing your cloak, your friends all made your way to Dumbledore’s office, dodging out of Filch’s sight and weaving around Peeves, who was throwing furniture around in Filch’s office.
It was only after you watched Nearly Headless Nick sweep past Dumbledores office when you unclasped your robe and let it pool around your feet. Moonlight soaking into your skin, you stepped into the empty corridor and took a deep breath. The air was cool, prickling your skin with goosebumps. Your cheeks, however, felt hot and flushed from the alcohol and adrenaline.
“Go!” urged Sirius and, without hesitating, you ran.
Arms flailing in the air, you sprinted past Dumbledore’s office while your friends giggled madly. Once you reached the corridor, you turned around and raced back but came to a sudden halt when a figure stepped around the corner.
Severus Snape was standing at the end of the corridor, a look of shock and embarrassment creeping into his thin, pallid face.
You immediately took a step back. Severus had become your friend after meeting him in Diagon Alley before your first year at Hogwarts. You’d stopped associating with him after he had started associating with Death Eaters and you had noticed a definite change in his attitude toward muggleborns.
“(Y/N),” he said, softly, as he drank in the view of you, your skin glowing in the moonlight, “W-What-?”
James and Sirius stepped forward protectively and Remus draped your cloak around your shoulders, forcing you behind him.
“What do you want, Snivellus?” James spat, “Looking for another kitten to drown for Lord Stinkamort, are you?”
Severus’ expression contorted into a look of fury. He grabbed for his wand when you stepped forward, lacing your fingers with James’.
“He’s not worth it,” you whispered, and with another urgent tug, you pulled James away, Sirius following.
Perhaps because you were there, neither James nor Severus attacked one another as you retreated to the Gryffindor common room. James was grasping your hand tightly, still enraged by Severus’ presence, but that changed when you pulled him around a corner and kissed him deeply.
“What was that for?” James asked in surprise.
“You don’t want to kiss me?” you asked, playfully, “Oh, alright then…” you started to saunter off but James pulled you back into his arms and crashed his lips onto yours, stealing the breath from your lungs and the words from your tongue.
Panting as he pulled away, James looked around and spotted something to your left. You followed his gaze, where it landed on the Prefect Bathrooms.
“Fancy a dip?” he asked, a sparkle in his eyes.
“Definitely,” you smirked, tugging on his belt, “And this time, we won’t be interrupted.”
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@siriusmuch  @beyoncesdragon​ @moon-zodiac @mflufflion​
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mandospace · 3 years ago
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Personal Sun (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)
Summary: Beach day with your Frankie and the boys.
Word Count: 2,042
Warnings: A few swear words, slight allusion to some ~grownup activities~ but only if you squint.
A/N: Hi so I know I said that I was going to post my PrincessBride!DinDjarin AU first but then the lovely @autumnleaves1991-blog’s Writer Wednesday (and compiled by the amazing @clydesducktape !) for this week popped up and I was just struck by inspiration so I had to write it. This is my first time ever participating in Writer Wednesday and also my first time writing for Frankie Morales (whom I love dearly). I hope you all enjoy it and if you want more Frankie, please let me know and send in some requests!
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It was too beautiful of a day to spend inside.
After weeks of storms and being cooped up all day, you were ready to feel the sun on your skin and breathe the salty air of the sea. You weren’t sure when the last time it was that you had gone to the beach, but your body ached to feel the cool breeze and warm waters. Your mind was made up as soon as the sun shone through your window— you were going to the beach no matter what today.
Sending out a quick text to your boyfriend and the boys telling them to meet you there, you practically skipped to your closet to pick out which swimsuit you would wear. Your phone pinged with their excited answers and them deciding who was bringing what to your impromptu beach party. Frankie, your boyfriend, texted you separately from the group chat to let you know that he would pick you up. Just as it always did when his name flashed across your screen, your stomach filled with butterflies and warmth.
Frankie was on his way and would be at your place within a few minutes so you quickly grabbed a random swimsuit from your closet. By the time you slipped it on and pulled your dress over your head, you heard the creaky doors of his old truck slam shut.
You had nearly tripped over your spare shoes that were scattered throughout your home in your haste to reach the door. When you pulled it open, you were met with his kind smile that set your soul aflame.
Frankie let out a low whistle whilst his eyes trailed over your figure. “How is it that you get more beautiful every time I see you?”
Your cheeks flushed with the heat of his compliment and you playfully slapped his shoulder. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m not,” he grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Now quick, get into my car before your boyfriend catches us.” Frankie pulled you behind him and you couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past your lips at his goofiness.
He swung open the passenger door, holding it open for you. “But seriously, you really do look beautiful today.” His hands gripped your hips and he hoisted you into his truck, but before he could walk away from you, your arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him close.
“Thank you, Frankie,” you said and placed a sweet kiss to his lips, smiling at the soft breath he let out. He placed a few more pecks to your lips before pulling away and hopping into the driver’s seat.
“Anything for my girl.”
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“Fish! Come on in, the water’s great!” Benny yelled from the ocean, splashing at Santi who had tried to jump on his back.
“I’m good from over here!” Frankie yelled back, content to just lay on his beach towel next to you as he read his book. You were doing the same, leaning against your boyfriend’s shoulder and soaking up as much sun you could possibly get. For it being such a nice day, the beach was practically empty, leaving you and your small party to spread out and enjoy the waves.
“If you wanna go in you can, Frankie,” you set your book down and touched his warm chest that was slowly getting darker as the day went on. “Don’t stay back just for me.”
Frankie grabbed the hand that rested on his chest and brought it to his mouth, brushing his lips over your knuckles. “For your information, I am not staying back just for you.”
“Oh really?” you quirked an eyebrow up at his teasing tone.
“Really,” he briefly took off his hat and ran his fingers through his soft curls. “I happen to be reading a very good book and the fact that I have a beautiful woman lying next to me has nothing to do with the fact that I’m not going in the water.”
“Mhm,” you tried to hold back your smile. “Well, I’m going to go take a quick dip and cool off.” You stood from your towel, brushing off whatever sand that clung to your skin. His eyes were on you when you pulled off your dress, revealing the black swimsuit that was underneath. You could practically see his eyes darken in the bright sunlight at the image before him. “Care to join?”
“Well, I’m sure I can finish this book some other time,” he put down his book hastily before scrambling up to join you. Frankie interlaced his fingers with yours and the two of you leisurely strolled to the water.
As soon as your feet touched the water, you let out a sharp yelp in surprise. “Benny, you fucking liar!” You could feel the goosebumps erupting over your skin. “It’s freezing!”
“Just gotta get used to it, babe!” he shouted back through his laughter.
“It’s okay, honey,” Frankie’s grip on you tightened and he began to pull you further into the water. “I’ll keep you warm.”
Begrudgingly, you let him pull you deeper into the ocean which only got colder the further you went. Your body eventually became used to the cold temperature and reached equilibrium, but you weren’t about to tell your boyfriend who held you close to his chest that yet.
Frankie was like your own personal sun, radiating warmth and happiness into your life. No matter the surrounding temperature, he burned hot and pulled you in with his sunny disposition. He was your walking heater that gladly wrapped his arms around you whenever you wanted him and his warmth. Whether that be on a chilly day when the layers weren’t enough or in the middle of the night when your hands were freezing and you placed your icy hands against his warm belly. He was your heater now as the two of you slowly drifted in the waves, arms wrapped right around your waist to pull you close against his wide chest.
“Better?” Frankie’s voice interrupted your thoughts of him.
You hummed in agreement, turning in his grasp so that you could loop your arms around his neck. You rested your forehead against his chest, pressing a light kiss over his heart. “Much better.”
The two of you stayed like that for a while, slowly swaying alongside the waves as you both enjoyed the sun. Frankie’s hands kept drifting lower and lower, until eventually he was kneading the soft flesh of your ass. Just as you were about to make some teasing remark, his hands moved so that they cupped the soft flesh of your thighs and tugged you up until your legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Frankie!” you said his name in shock whilst dissolving into laughter at the new position. His hands remained firmly on the underside of your ass, holding your weight and tugging you impossibly closed. The new position left you slightly taller than him and he had to tilt his head back to meet your eyes.
“Just wanted to hold my girl, s’all,” he shrugged before pouting his lips for a kiss. You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend and placed your hands on either side of his scruffy face, tilting your head down and his back so that you could press your lips against his.
No matter how many times you had kissed your Frankie, each felt like the first. You’ve had ones that felt sweet and tasted even sweeter. You’ve had some that were all teeth and broken moans of pleasure. But the kind that you were sharing with him right now was your favorite. It was the kind that took your breath away with a sharp gasp, leaving you to breathe in as much of him as possible. It was the kind where his tongue lazily grazed over your bottom lip, teasing you into wanting more. It was the kind where your fingers tangled into his chocolate curls and pulled those sweet noises that you oh so loved to hear from him. It was the kind where his touch left sparks in their wake; where you swore you could feel your heart threatening to leap out of your chest because of the insane amount of love and adoration you held for this man.
“Hey!” Benny yelled from the beach where his brother had begun stacking wood for the bonfire that was happening later. “This is a public beach so you two can’t be doing that!”
Rather than breaking your kiss, Frankie extended his arm out to the side and flipped Benny the bird in response. You managed to see Benny get all red in the face when you peaked your eyes open, causing you to giggle against his lips.
“Seriously, man!” Will joined in. “There are kids around!”
That one caught your attention and the two of you pulled away and saw a mother of two shaking her head at the both of you, dragging her small children behind her to the car.
“Oops,” you winced, trying to wave at the poor woman and her children in apology. Frankie’s cheeks were tinged with embarrassment and he dropped his forehead to your chest to try to hide his face.
“We just emotionally scarred some 4 year-olds,” he mumbled into your skin.
“I’m sure they won’t even remember a thing, Frankie baby,” you smiled and placed a small kiss to his hairline. Wiggling from his grasp, your feet met the soft sand of the ocean and you took his hand in yours. “C’mon, let’s get back on the beach and dry off before we emotionally scar some fish.”
“Oh God, do you think we did that?”
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The rest of the day at the beach passed in relaxation between periods of sunbathing and swimming. The sun was finally setting over the horizon and your little party of five made their way to the bonfire that Will had built. You all sat around the fire, soaking up its warmth while you ate the packed sandwiches you had thought to bring this morning. It was peaceful, just your little group around the fire telling stories everyone had heard hundreds of times already. The teasing eventually shifted from you and Frankie over to Benny who had forgotten to put sunscreen on one spot of his back and was now sunburned.
Frankie and you were leaned against the log you had found, his arm thrown over your shoulders and tucking you into his body. He had thought to grab the blanket he always kept in his truck and draped it over your laps bringing extra warmth that was much needed during the chilly night.
His thumb was lazily tracing shapes and patterns into the skin of your arm and the repetitive movement was putting you to sleep. The boys had moved on to talking about something else now, all four of them animatedly expressing their opinions. You could feel Frankie’s deep voice rumbling through his chest from where your ear pressed against it. The noise and vibrations were soothing and the overall scent of the salty ocean, fire, and something just Frankie had you falling asleep in his arms.
Just as you were about to nod off, Frankie’s hushed whisper tugged at the edge of your consciousness. “Go to sleep, honey.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to your hairline.
“M’not tired,” you mumbled, burying your face into his shirt.
“Sure you’re not,” he chuckled, lips kissing your hairline. His free hand tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and caressed your cheek. “S’okay, I’ll wake you up when we are leaving.”
“Promise?” It was getting harder and harder to stay conscious; you were just so comfortable and at home in your Frankie’s arms.
“I promise,” you could feel his smile against your scalp. “Now get some sleep.”
“Frankie?” your voice was sleepy and you could barely think.
“Hm?”
“I love you,” you couldn’t keep your mind awake any longer and began to succumb to sleep.
“I love you too, honey.” You didn’t see Frankie’s responding smile as he repeated your words, but it could have easily outshined any sun in any galaxy.
You may call him your personal sun, but you were the one that ignited the fire within him.
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Diary of a Security Guard
For the always wonderful Rissy @rissynicole who I promised this to for being just...amazing.
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Prequel found here-
https://cdarkheartzara.tumblr.com/post/622506786343288833
Data log entry 6555
Been watching Zim battle his PAK for a few (days) now. It has been SO mentally exhausting just to see, let alone experience. But that determination to get his PAK legs working. Imma be honest, it’s downright inspiring seeing him spaz, spark and struggle just to get back up n’ try it again once he catches his breath.
He even got Skoodge trying to activate his- few of the other smeets too, actually. I can’t tell whether he knows it or not (he’s pretty oblivious to the world around him so I doubt it), but he has a lot of fans among the youngins. They might find him annoying (cuz let’s be honest here, he is) but he has this unique…. charm(?) to him. Little bastard just doesn’t know when ta quit.
I can see the stress and strain of his struggles are starting to get to him though. He just hasn’t been himself lately. Physically Exhausted. Less destructive (again- lemme be honest- I AM ALL FOR but under normal circumstances). Hasn’t been doing much eating or sleeping. He’s just so fixated on this that it’s basically taken over his entire life. Can’t tell you how many times I have found him in the incubation room the past few shifts, tryin’ so damn hard to stand on his legs he basically passes out.
The smeets should be sleeping now. It’s pretty late and I see all the other guards settling into their seats relaxin’. Now’s the time to piss around, the break we all deserve. Alas, I can’t get that little shit outta my head. The pain on his face. The dedication and exhaustion in his eyes. It’s been burned into my organic brain ever since I had to stun him the first time. I don’t think I have ever been that scared before. I thought… I thought I could have killed him. That he wouldn’t be there the next morning. That this little ball of chaos would be erased from my life. And it was worse than anything I coulda imagined.
I wanna do something for him. I know I shouldn’t. ‘Specially after all the shit he puts me through. And I really shouldn’t play favoritisms but I dunno. There is just something about Zim.
Now, don’t get me wrong. He drives me crazy. He’s a little demon spawn. A selfish little piece of shit. More than once have I seen him sacrifice a playmate to make a quick escape or use poor Skoodge as a flesh shield. His bomb gifts haunt me very soul- I swear I hear them ticking in the walls relentlessly, taunting me. But he brings me such a calming ease. It’s so weird. Like… I wanna ring his neck sometimes but just having his little body in my arms brings me such warmth. His voice makes me want to slam my face against a wall but I honestly can’t fathom it not being there. I just want to be there for him. And do everything in my power to make him as happy as I can.
What did he do to me?
Ugh. I’m pulling my lekku out at my desk. Think, Zara. Think. There’s gotta be something I can do. I’m mindlessly fumbling through my clutter, still rackin’ my brain around what to do next. Suddenly, a sweet scent fills the air and I realize I opened my candy drawer.
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Hmmmm…. it’s not much but it’s the thought that counts.
I look over to Kira and tell her imma need to take 5. “Candy break?” She asks, watching me sneak a few pieces away. “Something like that” I reply.
Walking down the hallway to the smeetery felt like an eternity. What do I say? How will he respond? Lord, what if he wakes the other smeets and I gotta clear out my whole snack stash to not upset the others? What if he cries? If his PAK spazes out again, what if I have to shock him again? What if I fail my mission? What will the control brains do to me? what if… what if I have to kill him? How would I live with myself if I...hurt my smeet? Shit. I gotta stop doing that. He’s not MY smeet. He belongs to Irk. I’m just a guardian, nothing more. But… I never want him to leave my side. But he also has a job to do! For Irk! I hope he never becomes an invader. Keep him here, where it’s safe. Maybe the science division or something… hmmmmm.”
“Uhhh…” I hear next to me, a random voice sounding concerned. It breaks my concentration and I see another guard, head slightly tilted, staring at me. “You good, man?”
Oh! Seems I have been standing at the door for some time. I laughed. “Yeah. Sorry. Just got a lot on my mind.”
“It’s cool” she smiled “just don’t let the higher ups catch you wandering around aimlessly.”
“I appreciate it. Thanks!” I said waving as she went about her way. “Higher ups?” Yeah. Not a whole lot of fear there. Nothing can be worse than what we’ve already experienced.
The door opened, inviting me to the darkness of the smeetery. Was it always so cold in here? The only light shines from a few wires and screens on the walls but other than that, it’s pretty pitch black. A totally different feel to the liveliness of the early shift when spirits are high and bodies are active. Luckily, our vision is enhanced in our tubes, far before we go online so nighttime is never an issue for us.
I creep over to the nesting area, where all the little bodies are snoozing (or snoring in Skoodge’s case) and see those ruby eyes staring at the ceiling. I notice his antenna perk and he looks my direction, instantly making a face of aggression.
“What?”
That the hell kinda greeting is that? Little rude shit. I wanna smack him outside his little skull but I take a deep breath and calmly whisper. “Ain’t you supposed to be asleep?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“I’m your guard. It IS my business. Why ain’t you asleep?”
“I’m not tired.”
“Something bothering you?”
“No.”
I can see it written all over his face in glow in the dark paint. “Ah-ha. You really are a bad liar. Is it cuz your legs?”
“NO.” He turned to face away from me.
“Hey. Listen: you’re going to get it. I know you will.”
“But how come Tak could so easily? All mine do is attack me.”
“Just because she got it faster than you, that doesn’t make her better than you.”
“Zim never claimed it did.”
He’s hurt. His words and his feelings are battling against each other. Tak being able to activate her PAK legs without any difficulties was eating him alive but he would never admit it.
“Listen… Zim. It’s going to get easier. You just gotta keep at it. Small steps get you far in life.”
He shrugged, sitting up, curling into himself. “Zim wonders about that sometimes. Maybe… he isn’t meant to get it.”
There it is. “Of course you are.” I said, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. “I believe in you. You are going to find a way. You never give up. I don’t think you know how.”
He looked my way, eyes wide and glassy. SHIT. Imma make him cry!? I didn’t mean to!
“You… you do?”
Huh?
“Of course I believe in you, dummy. And I will be here every step of the way. I got you.” I said, grazing my thumb across his cheek. A smile took the place of that awful frown and his eyes lit. “Here. I got you a little something, but only if you try to get some sleep. You got a long day of training with your PAK and you need all the rest you can get. Oh, and don’t let anyone know I did this.” I said putting my finger to my lips.
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I reached into a belt pocket and grabbed a wrapped hard candy. With two fingers I held it in front of him, he looked at it inquisitively. His grubby little hands reached for it and I let him grab it. He stared at it, slowly unwrapping it and Then glanced back at me. I guess he didn’t trust it.
“It’s not drugged or nuthin’. Just some sweets.”
Again, he stared at me.
“What?”
“Your accent is really weird.”
“Just eat the damn candy and shut up” I said, pushing the sweet into his mouth. He just huffed but suckled on.
“Now DON'T cause anymore problems and get some shut eye. I will see you bright n’ early.”
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He just puffed his cheeks and rolled over. Think I handled that well. And maybe, hopefully tomorrow will be a better day for him.
Smiled and waved on my way out. Dunno if he saw me but it doesn’t hurt. Walked into the hallway, into dread. Leaned against the wall and slid down.
Us E.L.I.T.E.S can’t disobey orders from the Control brains but… I pray with everything I have in me that things stay like this forever. Cuz’ if i ever had my mission changed or if I had to hurt him… idunno what I would do.
Zara out
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