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juniperjoy101 · 5 years ago

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The Starstruck Lounge – (Sans x Reader)

Outertale AU

Trans MtF Reader

Word Count: 2.2k+ words

Rating: PG-13 for some suggestive themes

The following's a fluffy, standalone one-shot, but it does relate to my fanfic 'Save Point', found on Quotev, Wattpad, and Ao3!

Note: '(N/N)' means '(your) new name'.

You tug at the sleeves of your dress, nervous to show yourself at the lounge. Today, finally, you would be referred to as 'Lady (N/N), the singer-astronaut'. While you had sung plenty of times with the obstacle of zero gravity and a space helmet, it was the first time you would be ever referred to as '(N/N)' or 'lady'.

A knock sounds on the door, though you open it only halfway, still uneasy at the thought of people seeing the new you -- the you you. In front of you stands an admirer a few years younger than you, no more than a college freshman from what you assume based on his appearance and fidgety nature. He gapes at your presence, toying around with the peony, carnation, and garden phlox bouquet in his hands.

"H- Hey there, miss," he greets, handing you the flowers. "These are for you." He rests a hand behind his neck, looking down at his shoes. "I've, um. . . I've always had a crush on you -- ever since the first day I saw you up on stage. I know you're dating someone else, b- but can I, um, well-"

You smile, putting an end to his rambling by raising a hand and warning him in advance over what you were about to do. Leaning in, you press a kiss against his cheek, giggling when his face turns a faint red.

"Th- Thanks, miss. You, um. . . You look very cute! Good luck with today's show!"

He sprints off, leaving you alone with a bouquet and a smile. As soon as you feel someone stand behind you though, you use the bouquet as a weapon, shoving it in the person's face.

"Stars -- Don't sneak up on me like that!" Your breaths are scarce, a hand placing itself over your chest as you try to recover from the scare. "I told you I'm not good with surprises, Sans!"

"You're way too easy to startle," he counters, chuckling. "Didn't even get to spook ya before you attacked me."

His comment makes you look around to see a few flowers scattered about. He helps you pick them up and place them back where they belong, taking a few with him and asking you to turn around. Still wary over the earlier scare, you scrutinize him before giving your back to him, tensing when you feel his hands on your hair. His fingers tangle on your locks, painted dark blue and purple for the occasion. You wait, searching for a mirror when he voices an 'all done'.

As soon as you catch the image of your hair, you hold back a smile, shock replacing that urge instead. Not only did the white, silver, and golden colours contrast with your outfit's theme, but it made your attire represent what it was supposed to be more: the first starry night you ever shared with the monster standing behind you. On your first date with him, the sky -- though always dark and starstruck -- had been an explosion of colours, the benefit of being obliged to wait until late -- when shops closed, streets emptied, and artificial lights turned off -- to leave Faust with a caretaker and head out.

The ankle-length dress swooshes when you give it a twirl, smile growing when you see the flowers stay in place.

"Thank you!" you exclaim, excitement barely contained. You tackle Sans into a hug, making him fall. Your dress tangles with his body, yet you pay no mind to it as you hold him tight, not wanting to cry for the fear of making your eyes swell and your makeup smudge. "It looks so, so great! I'm in love with you!"

"Weren't you already?" he asks, laughing.

You kiss his teeth, grabbing his cheekbones with your hands and repeating the earlier action multiple times, letting go when you lose your breath. "I. . . I love you that many times more!"

"Nine times?"

"You counted?"

Sans grins and sits up, placing you on his lap and holding you still by circling his arms tight around your waist. He brings you close, enough for your chest to press against his. "Might've lost count halfway, though. Got distracted."

You stifle a laugh and lean in even closer, repeating that action one more time. "Just to make sure," you add, pulling away. "Ten times."

Your cheeks grow warm at the sight of him placing a hand over your chest, calling out for your soul. Next, your ears burn, a light feeling taking over when he beckons for it. "And I. . ." You close your eyes when you see him nudge himself closer, approaching your soul. "Love ya this much, (N/N)." Sans presses his teeth against its surface, remaining there for some time. "How many seconds was that?"

You hesitate, hazy from the sensation of him that close to your soul. "Um. . . Thirty?"

"'Bout halfway there."

Opening your eyes, you can feel a tear escape your eye. You hug him tighter, hiccuping when you hear him mutter 'it's sixty' under his breath.

You hold back the instinct to swat his hand away when you feel it slip under your dress's top piece, reaching for your brassiere. "Wearin' it for today's show?"

"Yeah. . ." you reply, keeping him in the hug. "I know nobody's gonna see it or anything, but. . . It makes me feel more me."

You can feel him nod, how little he moves making you stay on the floor there with him, neither of you bothering to stand up. "I'll be there a lil' late, but I should be on-time for your show. If ya feel nervous, just gimme a call and I'll help ya, alright?"

"Thanks," you reply, nodding back and pulling away, wanting to face him again. "This almost feels like a dream."

"Does it?" he asks, facing you. "What'd make it feel like a dream, then?"

"That's a hard question." You smile, heat returning to your cheeks when you finally grow conscious of your position. While your dress was long enough to cover up your fall, you were a mess of limbs: his arms hooked with yours, torso against torso, and knees brushing with your thighs, his shorter height making you tower over him almost completely. "I, well. . . I guess if we could stay like this for years to come? Faust loves having you around, and I. . . I do, too. You're my family, friend, husband, and so much more."

You burst into a fit of giggles when you see him blush, near reddish pink contrasting with the yellowish white of his bones.

★ ★ ★

You can't do it.

People are waiting, yet you can't bring yourself to step out.

The dress feels bunched up, the accessories look too tacky, and your hair extensions feel faker than plastic flowers. The only thing that feels remotely right is what Sans had done for you with some flowers the fan from before had given you. It doesn't feel right to call anyone for help, against bothering any of them when the tailor had worked hard for your dress, a friend had gifted you those accessories, and another had done your extensions.

You don't feel like disappointing the audience, so you instead begin taking off the dress, deciding it was best to continue being the 'original' you for the moment being. With a defeated sigh, you reach out for the back of your dress and begin unzipping it, door to your changing room opening when the dress is already down your waist.

Instinctively, you grab the first thing closest to you and launch it at the intruder, freezing when you hear a familiar voice laugh under his breath.

"Twice in one day, huh? That's a new record, pal."

Sans stands by the door, humour exchanging for intrigue when he sees you half-dressed. You cover the brassiere away from his sight, embarrassment crossing you.

"Sorry," he speaks up, chuckling. "Didn't know you were still changin'. Lemme help you with that zipper, though."

Against bringing up the fact you were doubtful, you nod and turn your back on him, slipping the dress over your torso and waiting for him to zip it in place. You wait, tensing when he comments on your upper underwear.

"That's a cute bra, by the way. Somethin' tells me it ain't from a regular store -- judgin' by how lacy it looks."

The embarrassment you had fought off returns, the surprise you had planned out for your night together spoiled by a moment of indecisiveness. "It was. . . meant for after the show tonight. You weren't supposed to see it yet."

Sans brings his arms around your waist, pulling you against him. "Don't mind teasers, though. Ya lookin' prettier than the stars, half-dressed or not." He kisses the lower back of your neck, provoking a shudder all across your body. "And this might be a hunch, but. . . Were ya gettin' undressed? Figured you might've 'cuz ya have your shoes and hair all done already."

You stay silent, holding his hands and keeping him in the embrace, not daring to look at him in the eye. ". . .Yeah. I kept looking at myself in the mirror, and I just kept picking out every little thing I didn't like."

"Call me next time, (N/N)," he states, hold on you growing stronger. "I mean it. We might both be a lil' busier now that we're gonna adopt another kid, but we'll make it work. I can always find time for stuff like this."

"Th- That's another thing, Sans!" you exclaim, breaking out of his hold. "Who knows if they'll even accept now? They were already against it when we were both male -- What will the adoption center even think when I tell them I'm actually a woman? They'll reject us in a heartbeat."

"We'll have our own kid, then. You remember what the book said 'bout soul reproduction, don't ya? We can try it."

"Wh-" You cut off your own words, feeling your ears and face burn over the proposition. "How can you say that so easily? It. . . It would've taken me years to say that to you!"

"You know I like sayin' it like it is," he remarks, grinning. "Maybe in the past my soul was too weak for that, but now it should be possible."

"Do you really mean it?"

"'Course I do, pal."

You take in some air, chest trembling as you hold back your feelings. A smile blooms on your face, and it only grows when you see the earnest look in his irises, white glow bright and certain. "Thank you," you murmur, reaching for his hands again and keeping them both in one. "Do you really feel ready for this, though? I mean, Faust's accepted you as a father long before we got married, but. . ."

"Worried I won't be ready for the responsibility?"

"N- No! I already know how responsible you are. It's just. . . I don't want to be selfish. 'Cuz I feel like I've already been that enough with my transitioning."

"Are we really gonna have this conversation again? Selfish would've implied you not being honest with me 'fore we got married, but you were. You were honest and brave, two things I love about ya -- be it (N/N) or not."

"Dammit," you mutter, suppressing a laugh as you stare up at the ceiling again. "You're gonna make me cry again."

★ ★ ★

The show ends with a high note -- in both singing and feedback from the audience. Persistent vocal practice sessions had improved your ability to shift between low and high tunes, the latter you wanted more now that you were more comfortable with the new you. Claps continue to resound as you begin floating down to firm grounds, wobbling a little when your heels bump with the rocky surface of the Moon. Flowers, stars, and stardust are thrown at your feet, a few letters and folded papers being thrown in the mix. An assistant aids you by handing you a basket you use to pick up the items, taking them with you back to the inside of the lounge.

You take off your helmet as soon as you enter, a few fans greeting you along the way. Some throw additional compliments into the basket, while others hand them to you personally. Well wishes spread across the hall as you make it to the bar, where Grillby and Sans wait, both staring at the sky until they notice your presence.

Carefully, you grab the skeleton by the shoulders, hugging him the same way he had done with you, only with him seated on the bar stool. He relaxes under your hold, the tension he looked to carry from a distance leveling down. "Ready for tonight?"

"The show, or the other thing?" he asks, low enough for only you to hear.

"Don't," you warn, laughing. "Else it won't happen. You know what I'm talking about."

He gives in with a grin, closing off the space remaining between you. "Guess I am. Dunno if people'll like it, though. You were way too awesome back there -- Can't compete with that."

"You silly." You let your extensions fall over his face as you place your chin over his head, holding him tighter. "Yours is a different act. You'll stand out in your own way, no matter what -- And don't go saying it'll be in a bad way!"

He laughs, honest. "Damn," he mutters, grabbing a lock and tickling your nose with it. "Ya know me too well, (N/N)."

"We're married," you state, giggling. "It's my job to."

#sans x reader #outertale sans x reader #trans reader #trans mtf reader #outertale #undertale #reader insert #lgbt

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galactic-magick · 5 years ago

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Queens of Mean: Evil!Audrey x Reader Pt. 3

Rating: PG? (so far)

Words: 900+

Warnings: like one swear word

Author’s Notes: Thank you for your patience guys! I hope this chapter is worth the long wait! We’re finally getting into the bit where reader and Audrey are falling for each other! Let the fluff and angst ensue!!! (ik it’s starting kinda slow burn but don’t worry it’ll spice up soon!)

When you finally come home, Audrey falls peacefully asleep. You smile, but soon have to run to your mother’s aid when you hear her yelling.

“Y/N! Where is my breakfast this morning?” she demands.

“I’m sorry, I’ll get on it, I was just helping out Audrey,”

“If that girl is distracting you from your chores then I will not hesitate to throw her out!”

You fall silent. You know she’s not kidding.

After you finish everything, you go to check on Audrey. She’s still fast asleep, so you sit on her bedside and brush a hair out of her face.

“You deserve better than this, Audrey,” you whisper. “You don’t deserve to be rejected by both sides,” You don’t know why you’ve come to care about her so much in such a short time, but you understand her. Her parents weren’t around much so she got stuck with her awful grandmother, her longtime boyfriend dumped her, and she lost all her friends. You didn’t blame her for going off and trying to get revenge.

“Did you say something?” Audrey’s eyes flutter open.

“Uh, no, no, just mumbling, I guess,”

“Oh,” she sits up, bringing her knees to her chest.

“You hungry?”

“A little, but I don’t want to make you do anything,”

“Audrey,” your fingers brush against hers, and surprisingly she doesn’t flinch. “Making breakfast for my mother is a chore, but making breakfast for you is a choice,” she smiles a bit, still shocked that you’re being so kind to her for absolutely no reason. In her eyes, she’s a failed princess and a failed villain. She doesn’t deserve your compassion, yet you won’t stop giving it to her.

You go downstairs and start working on some food. Audrey waits for you, gazing around your bedroom. There’s a small dresser in the corner, and she opens one of the drawers. She hadn’t changed her outfit since arriving here, not wanting to let go of what she almost gained. Peeling off her pants and dress feels like giving up all the power.

Audrey freezes when she sees you in the doorway, holding a plate and glass.

“I’m sorry, I wanted to find something new to wear-“

You set down the dishes on your bedstand, “No need to say sorry. You’re welcome to whatever fits you,” Audrey sighs in relief, continuing to look through your drawers. She settles on some black pants and a magenta top and then sits down to eat.

“Thank you,” she says between bites.

“No problem at all,” You gaze at the top of your dresser, scattered with hair and makeup products. “You know, since you’re going to be here a while, how would you feel about an Isle-style makeover?” Audrey raises her eyebrows. “That is, if you want,”

“Sure,” she laughs, the first time you’ve heard it loud and clear. “Sounds like fun,” Your gaze on her lingers a bit too long, and you can almost swear you saw her blush.

After she finishes eating, she goes to the bathroom to wash off the remaining makeup she already had on. Then she plops back down on your bed, fresh faced and glowing like the sun.

You get to work, using dark colors similar to what she had before, but a little bit more smudged and muted. You don’t own a lot of beauty products, but most kids on the Isle still make do with what they have.

By the time you’re done, Audrey looks like a stunning punk goddess (not that she wasn’t stunning already). She gazes into the mirror.

“I love it,”

“You do?”

“I do,” she grins at herself. “Do you think you could do something with my hair too?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe a cut?”

“Sure,” you grab some scissors and take her beautiful bright pink hair in your hands.

Before you can ask what she wants, she says, “surprise me,”

You’re no professional hairdresser in the slightest, but you’ve been cutting your own and your mother’s hair for quite some time. You start by just taking off a few inches, but slowly cut it to just above her shoulders. Then you add some layers, framing her face and cutting at a bit of an angle.

You step back, terrified that she’ll hate it. Instead, she stands up to get a better look, twirling around.

“This is amazing!” she turns to you. “I feel like I belong here now,” she wraps her arms around you in a hug, and you desperately hope she can’t hear how loud your heart is thumping. She doesn’t let go quickly, and it’s then that you realize just how much you care about her.

Maybe at first you just wanted to do the right thing. You wanted to provide a home for someone lost and broken. But the more time you spend with her, the more you want to do everything in your power to make her happy. Even if it’s something as simple as sharing clothes and helping her change her look.

Yet it’s even more than that. You want to keep cupping her face like you did when you lined her eyes. You want to keep running your fingers through her hair. You never want to leave her embrace.

But she couldn’t possibly feel the same, could she? After all, she was in a long-term serious relationship with King Ben, and she must have loved him enough to want revenge over it. Could Audrey ever care about someone like you, a child only living as a burden and a servant to your mother?

Shit, let alone whether or not she’s also into girls.

“Thank you,” she lets go, speaking and smiling with a newfound confidence.

@narvvi

#descendants audrey #evil audrey #descendants 3 #disney descendants #descendants #descendants x reader

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shanhei322 · 6 years ago

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Home alone

Noblesse fan fic I do not own noblesse.

This story is not to bad if I had to give it a rating it would be PG-13

I never wrote M/M before so I hope you like it. Let me know My goal is to become a better wighting so I would love your help thank you.

Home Alone

It was never wracking the quietness of the house. The house was always lively and full of energy. It wasn’t always like that thou it started when Frankenstein and his master took him in. Then the house gradually started to get full. At first M-21 couldn’t stand it. Always watching over his shoulder. Wondering when he was going to be kicked out. He thought to himself, “Why would the keep a failure like him around. He would just get in the way.” He was surprised as time went on that the demand never came. That even though the house was getting full. Neither Frankenstein or his master asked him to leave.

They took in two Noble children, and at M-21 request two more modified humans that were also once part of the Union even though they were considered successful experiment’s and he was considered a failure. He felt a connection with them two. Rai, Frankenstein’s master, even went out of his way to save him a few times even at the risk of his own life. Why would some one do that for a nothing like him, a useless person who doesn’t even know his own name. One day when M-21 was hiding on the balcony away from all the noise of the human children that came on a very regular basis to see their friend Rai who they think is a regular high school student. “If they only knew,” he thought to himself with a chuckle. He could feel a presence be hind him when he turned around Rai was their staring at him with a worried look on his face. The Noblesse the one true supreme being was staring at him with a look of concern.

“Is something wrong? Are you ok?” M-21 asked. He didn’t know when it happened but M-21 realized that he would give his life to protect this being before him and hated to see him worried.

“I was just about to ask you the same thing. I can feel something troubling you. Pleases tell me, I would so like to eases the storm in your mind. I would do anything in my power to help you.”

M-21 with a shocked look stared at the man and could not believe what he just heard. Without thinking he said. “pleases don’t save me anymore. I can’t stand the fact that every time you do it cost you more of your life. This failure is not as important as you. You mean more to the world, it needs you.”

M-21 looked at the ground. The thoughts running until he felt the touch on his arm. He looked up and seen Rai smirking at him. Then with a sigh he answered. “I can’t believe you asked me for the one thing in this world I can not grant you. You see to me you are one of the most important people, to me. M-21 don’t you understand you are my family.” With that Rai released his arm and left.

At that thought he snapped back to the reality. He was home alone he left work early to help Frankenstein, his master and the nobles to get ready to go to a clan meeting. Tao is going to a competitive gaming convention and would be with Ik-Han and Shinwu two of the human children that became important to the group. Tao said he would return Sunday night and the nobles will return Monday.

He will be alone all week end with Takeo. M-21 didn’t know how he felt about that. Takeo was like family to him, a comrade, but sometimes he doesn’t think Takeo likes him to much or thinks he week. It’s the way he looks at him sometimes. He doesn’t know if it s pity or what he’s thinking he just knows it’s a little unsettling.

M-21 phone vibrated when he pulled it out he seen it was a text from Takeo it read: Tao just left with the guys. On way home. Going to stop pick up dinner. Don’t feel like cooking and you can’t lol.

He texted back: It was one time. That’s all and it didn’t taste that bad.

His phone vibrated again, and it read: Yes, yes it did lol but we don’t keep you around for your cooking 😊.

M-21 typed back: You are such an ass!

And before he could even put his phone down it vibrated: 😊 😉 I try lol.

M-21 chuckled then he put his phone on the charger and went to take a shower.

Takeo stopped and got chesses burgers and fries. Also got a twelve pack of beer. He un locked the door and when he stepped inside he could hear the shower running. After removing his shoes and leaving the food in the kitchen he went to change as he walked by the bathroom he seen the door ajar. Takeo eyes went wide as he got the perfect view of M-21 in the shower. His face turned red and Takeo tried to leave but he couldn’t. He was memorized by the site of M-21, who’s silvery gray hair sleeked back from the water. His broad shoulders and strong arms. Takeo with his enhanced eye site could see the water running down every ich of M-21 body. He couldn’t help the feeling starting to take over his body like electric shock running threw his veins. He looked like a statue of a Greek good. Chiseled out of hard stone there was not an once of fat on his body. Takeo new M-21 could sense his presences. He started to back into his room that was across the hall from the bathroom. As soon as he shut the door to his room he let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Beautiful.” He whispered to himself. As Takeo was changing out of his men in black suit he wore every day for work. He couldn’t stop the thoughts of M-21 that were running threw his head.

When he was done Takeo went to the kitchen and was meet by M-21. He was standing there drinking a beer, dressed in a flannel shirt and tight jeans. The top few buttons on his shirt was undone and the image of his bare chest popped into Takeo mind. “God I’m in trouble!” he thought to himself as he sat at the bar.

“Beer,” M-21 asked Takeo just nodded yes as he took the beer he was handed. They ate their dinner in silence. After it was done and they started cleaning up M-21 said, “god it’s so quite it’s kind of weird you know what I mean.”

“Yea, also its strange just the two of us. Even when everyone gone Tao is usually with us.” Takeo chuckled.

At that statement M-21 knew it was the right time to talk to him. Done cleaning, they were sitting at the bar drinking beer when M-21 said, “can I ask you something?”

“Sure,” Takeo heart was about to beat out of his chest. Was he going to ask if he was peeking at him in the shower or why his face was goes red sometimes when he looks at him. Never in a million years did he think that he would ask him what he had.

“Do you have something against me. Sometimes it feels like you look at me with distain or pity. I know I’m not as reliable as you, or as smart as Tao and I hate the fact that I cause problems for everyone here. I just want to know so I will at least know where I stand with you.”

Takeo was in shock. He never meant to make him feel that way. Before he new what he was doing the words were flowing from his mouth as if a damn had broke and the water was pouring out.

“You are reliable. The fact is no one is as smart as Tao, and the only problem we would have is if you weren’t here. You mean so much to so many. To me you are strong, not week. You are my hero if it weren’t for you I would still be in the union. You gave me the glimpse of a normal life when you asked if we could stay here. The looks your worried about are not of pity or distain.”

M-21 was now standing in front of the counter looking down into the sink. Before Takeo knew what, he was doing he moved to M-21 and wrapped his arms around his waste and held him tight and was resting is head on his back. M-21 could feel the heat of him threw his shirt and feel his breath on his back. His bodies automatically tightened up. “Then why the looks?” M-21 said in a low voice. They stood there for what seemed to be forever. Takeo never letting go of M-21, holding him as if he let him go he would run away. Then Takeo in a voice so soft that if his hearing wasn’t enhanced he never would have heard it. “well you… Your just…so beautiful. I can’t help it.” M-21 could feel the sigh of his words on his back.

Takeo waited for him to yell at him or push him away but he didn’t. Takeo couldn’t take the silence anymore so he turned him around pressing M-21 between him and the counter. Takeo knew M-21 could feel his arousal pressing against him. He could tell that M-21 was a little aroused too. Takeo ran his hand threw M-21 hair taking in the softness of it then rested his hand on the back of his head, pulling him forward till their foreheads touch. Then Takeo spoke in that low soft voice again, “I didn’t know if I should tell you. You don’t know how many times I dreamed of us this. Of us I didn’t want to lose you if I couldn’t be with you then just being by your side is enough.” Then he placed a chased kiss on his lips.

When he pulled away he could see the confusion on M-21 face. This time he used his hand and pulled him into the kiss. This kiss was more forceful, hungrier. Takeo nipped at his lips and when M-21 l.et out a little moan he proceeded to put his tongue in his mouth. Kissing more greedily not wanting to stop until he felt M-21 go week in the knees.

M-21 opened his eyes as Takeo pulled away. He stared into Takeo bright blue eyes and seeing a look. A look that he never thought anyone would ever show him, and don’t remember if anyone ever did. The look of love and acceptance want and desire. The next thing M-21 knew he had moved his hand to Takeo face and pulled him in kissing him again. This time putting his feelings of hope, longing, love and maybe fear. Because the next thing Takeo said was, “Don’t be scared, I won’t hurt you and I will never leave you no mater what happens. I don’t care who you were I love the one standing before me now.”

With that Takeo took M-21 hand and lead him to his bedroom. When they got to the door Takeo said, “I don’t want to force you and I don’t want you to come out of some sense of obligation. If you want to come I promises I will go as slow as you need. I won’t pressure you. The choices is yours.” And with that he went in to his room and shut the door. M-21 leaned against the wall and closed his eyes debating what he should do.

Takeo sat on his bed and removed the hair tie. His thoughts going a mile a minute. He wondered if he screwed up. Maybe he should not have said anything. How could he face him after this? And while all these thoughts were going through his mind suddenly stopped when he hears click of the door as it open.

He looked up to see M-21 closing the door. M-21 was standing there looking at the floor. Takeo asked M-21 why he came and M-21 answered, “I don’t know why some one like you would want some one like me, but I trust you and I….love The you that you are now too. So, if this is what you want then I can give you a night.”

M-21 still didn’t understand him. He realized for the first time just how inexperienced he was. The thought M-21 thinks he wanted a one-night stand hurt. By the shocked look in M-21 eyes he knew that M-21 thought of himself as unworthy of love. Takeo pulled him into a hug and whispered in his ear. “21 you miss understand I don’t want a just one night. I want every night, I want you as my partner. You’re the only one worthy of that.”

With that he kissed him slowly moving over to the bed. Takeo pulled his shirt off then he started to unbutton M-21’s every time his fingers brushed against M-21 chest he would let out a small growl.

He laid Him on the bed and kissed down his neck. Then his chest working his way lower and lower. When he gets to right above his waste of his jeans he looks up and said, “21 if you want to run now is the time cause I’m a very possessive person and I will never, let you go.”

M-21 put his hand on Takeo head stroking his beautiful purple hair and whispered, “I guess I will just have to deal with it.”

And that is how the new chapter of M-21 and Takeo life started. Home alone with a weekend of passion. Only time will tell if the can make it but they both are going to work like hell so that neither will ever be alone again or feel worthless . People can come together at the strangest times because love will always find away.

#noblesse #m 21 #wrighting #fanfic

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junker-town · 8 years ago

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NBA mock draft 2017: What if the Lakers pick De’Aaron Fox over Lonzo Ball?

Chaos finds it way into the NBA draft most years. Let’s play that out.

There’s always a shocker or two high in the NBA draft.

Some years, it’s Anthony Bennett going No. 1 overall due to injury concerns for higher rated prospects. Some years, it’s a team trading out of a top-five slot to gain multiple picks or a veteran player. Relatively unknown players like Giannis Antetokounmpo, Thon Maker, and Georgios Papagiannis go much higher than expected. Better-known prospects like Deyonta Davis, DeAndre Jordan, and Kevon Looney end up hanging out in the green room for way too long.

Mock drafts tend to coalesce around some truths as workout season wears on: There is a finite set of players almost everyone will have in their top 10, for example. But on draft night, something goes wacky. Chaos slips its way into the order, and teams start making surprising and weird decisions (some of which pan out).

This is our attempt to discern what could go wacky in the 2017 NBA draft. What if what we thought we knew is wrong?

1. Boston Celtics: Markelle Fultz, PG, Washington

Well, we all think we know the Celtics will pick Fultz, and this is almost assuredly not wrong. Fultz is by all accounts the single best prospect available. He checks every physical box, he checks every skill box, and he seems to be a good kid. It’s a bonus that he has an existing relationship with Isaiah Thomas, who he will be drafted to co-star with or supplant, depending on your vision for Boston’s future.

Could chaos strike the No. 1 pick? Some would suggest a trade — for Paul George or Jimmy Butler — could unleash holy hell on the top of the draft. But those teams would almost assuredly pick Fultz, too. In theory the Celtics’ brain trust could fall in love with Lonzo Ball, Josh Jackson, or another prospect. But the player everyone thinks will go No. 1 most of the year usually goes No. 1, including seven out of the past eight top picks (everyone but Bennett).

2. L.A. Lakers: De’Aaron Fox, PG, Kentucky

Here’s the chaos.

Many of us are presuming the Lakers will pick Lonzo Ball at No. 2. Perhaps they will. This has been suggested as some sort of destiny (including by yours truly) given Ball’s SoCal roots, his family’s deep interest in landing with the Lakers, and the exciting style Ball plays that harkens back to Showtime. It’s all very neat.

It’s all a little too neat.

The world isn’t that neat. Notice that nearly all of the Ball-to-the-Lakers energy we’re seeing is coming from the Ball side of the equation, not the Lakers’ side. Players can’t will themselves to be drafted by certain teams, no matter how many TV shows their fathers do.

What would be a greater brushback by the Basketball Gods than for Magic Johnson, in his first draft running the Lakers, to pick someone else?

By the way, Fox is quite possibly the better prospect here. He has better physical tools and, in case the good people of Southern California forgot, he dominated Ball in the tournament.

3. Philadelphia 76ers: Josh Jackson, F/G, Kansas

If the Lakers pass on Ball for Fox, the question becomes whether the Sixers immediately leap on Ball or stick with the prospect they likely would have talked themselves into at this point: Josh Jackson. Also key is determining how Ball would fit with (or not) a point forward like Ben Simmons and a scoring big man like Joel Embiid. Philadelphia needs guards but wouldn’t want to neuter its two best assets in the process.

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4. Phoenix Suns: Jayson Tatum, F, Duke

If the Lakers and Sixers pass on Ball, now we need to see how far he could fall. He won’t be working out for any teams this low — he’s apparently only working out for L.A. and Philadelphia, not even Boston — but there’s plenty of tape on him from UCLA. The Suns’ front office is in a precarious position after the weirdness accidental rebuild before the current deep rebuild. Ball would have more upside than anyone, but perhaps Phoenix — which already has backcourt studs Eric Bledsoe and Devin Booker — goes with the surer bet at a need position.

5. Sacramento Kings: Jonathan Isaac, F, Florida State

Surely the Kings would take Ball if available ... right? Well, maybe. Or maybe they’d fill a crucial, gaping hole for a defensive-first wing with excellent physical tools and lots of upside. Sacramento appears to be setting up to nab Fox if he’s available; perhaps that focus on Fox convinces them Ball is more hype than reality, since Fox vs. Ball appears to be a polarizing debate in draft circles.

6. Orlando Magic: Frank Ntilikina, PG, France

The Magic have hired Jeff Weltman and John Hammond to run the front office. Weltman worked under Masai Ujiri in Toronto, and Hammond has been enamored with international prospects in Milwaukee. On paper, the French point guard Ntilikina looks like a potential star. He can shoot the lights out and has good defensive size.

7. Minnesota Timberwolves: Lauri Markkanen, PF/C, Arizona

Ball would be an interesting fit in Minnesota, but Tom Thibodeau picked Kris Dunn a year ago. A better bet might be the perfect frontcourt pal for Karl-Anthony Towns in the modern NBA: a legit 7-footer who can shoot from anywhere on the floor.

8. New York Knicks: Lonzo Ball, PG, UCLA

Finally, Lonzo Ball finds a home in the chaos draft! LaVar Ball and Phil Jackson deserve each other.

Jokes aside, this could be a wonderful fit in the short and long terms. Carmelo Anthony hasn’t historically fit with ball-dominant guards, but one presumes Ball will take some time to adjust to NBA speed and physical demands, which should give Melo plenty of offensive opportunity in the short term. Giving Kristaps Porzingis a generous guard who also stretches the floor would be a lovely gift.

More than all that, the Knicks deserves an exciting point guard for the first time since 1990-never. The city that gave us Linsanity for an all-too-brief spell would go nuts over Lonzo.

9. Dallas Mavericks: Jonathan Jeanne, C, France

Rudy Gobert has made 7’2 French centers cool again. While the league is largely eschewing big men and valuing shooting over all else, having a game-changing defensive anchor is still critical. We also may overrate the Mavericks’ need to pick up a high-end point guard in the lottery. Yogi Ferrell and Seth Curry are pretty good.

Jeanne is a both a tremendous sleeper option and a top candidate to completely disappear for the last three weeks of workout season as some team makes a promise.

10. Sacramento Kings: Dennis Smith, PG, N.C. State

If the Kings pass up a point guard at No. 5, there might be one left at No. 10, whether it be Smith or Ntilikina. Is it wrong that Smith reminds me of Monta Ellis? The Kings have been trying to sign Monta Ellis for years, so ...

11. Charlotte Hornets: Malik Monk, SG, Kentucky

While we’re comparing prospects to mercurial guards, Monk reminds me of J.R. Smith without the shoelace-untying, NC-17 Twitter photo urges. He’s a ball of fire who lashes out with buckets at the right time, but can otherwise blend in a little bit.

12. Detroit Pistons: Ike Anigbogu, C, UCLA

Anigbogu should go higher than his UCLA teammate T.J. Leaf. Jeanne has the best length in the draft class, but Anigbogu is up in the top 10, and Stan Van Gundy loves hard workers who don’t demand the ball.

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13. Denver Nuggets: Jarrett Allen, C, Texas

Something my colleague Ricky O’Donnell has wondered is how all these danged big men in the 2017 draft will shake out given the league’s move toward the perimeter. My theory is that this shift is already baked into our read of the draft class. In other words, in the old, pre-Warriors and Rockets NBA, Allen — a long 7-footer with scoring touch — would be an easy top-five pick. That he might not get chosen in the lottery reflects the league’s changing value of talented big men.

The right big men — those who can stretch like Markkanen or those who can defend the rim and perimeter like Jeanne and in theory Allen — still have lots of value in the modern NBA.

14. Miami Heat: Anzejs Pasecniks, C, Latvia

Is Pasecniks that sort of big man? It’s hard to say. Porzingis’s countryman is a 7’2 rim-runner who has shown an outside stroke in limited opportunities. He’s a bit on the old side for a lottery pick at 21, but the Heat appear to be building for the near-term unlike most teams down here.

15. Portland Trail Blazers: Ivan Rabb, PF/C, Cal

The Blazers have three picks in the first round: Nos. 15, 20, and 26. They do not have a ton of roster spots, so chances are there will be some sort of trade and/or stash pick. Outside of that, this might be a good spot for Rabb, who went back to Cal and suffered for it. Rabb has tools Portland could use, and the Blazers have shown an affinity for Cal products (Allen Crabbe) and Oakland natives (Damian Lillard). What is a mock draft if not a reading of irrelevant tea leaves?

16. Chicago Bulls: OG Anunoby, F, Indiana

The Bulls love grinders, and no one in the draft grinds like Anunoby, who is perhaps the top wing defender prospect outside of Isaac. Anunoby would also fit Chicago’s apparent desire to never sign a shooter again.

17. Milwaukee Bucks: Justin Patton, C, Creighton

The Bucks have lots of defensive talent. Patton is more of an old-school big man finisher who just gets buckets upon buckets. Patton’s too good to be a sleeper, but he could certainly pan out more quickly than most (if not all) of the bigs taken over him. It will be interesting to see where Patton goes in relation to Wake Forest’s John Collins and Gonzaga’s Zach Collins. Patton feels like a better bet.

18. Indiana Pacers: Donovan Mitchell, SG, Louisville

Solid wings are always in demand, and Louisville’s Mitchell fits the bill on paper and in what we’ve seen of him. The big question mark is whether he can become a better long-range shooter in the faster, longer NBA. He hit 35% on six attempts per game as a sophomore. He needs to be better to stick in the NBA unless he becomes a lockdown defender (which would be a real stretch at his size).

19. Atlanta Hawks: Terrance Ferguson, SG, Australia

Ferguson has much better size than Mitchell, but NBA teams haven’t been super willing to spend high picks on Americans who spurn college basketball to play internationally. (Brandon Jennings, the best example, probably fell five picks because he played in Rome instead of Tucson. Emmanuel Mudiay appeared to slip after choosing China over a Big 12 school.)

But decision-makers probably will love that Ferguson went to Adelaide and fit into a role where he wasn’t the superstar. Players taken in the mid-first — even in a good year — aren’t immediate stars and may never become starters. Being able to find a role and excel within it is a big draw. Ferguson has, to some extent, proved he can do that.

20. Portland Trail Blazers: Tony Bradley, C, North Carolina

Here’s a big bet: Bradley will go before Justin Jackson, because upside still matters. The leading mocks have Bradley in the second round after his decision to leave Carolina as the school’s first one-and-done since Marvin Williams. But the fact that he left tells me he has first-round promise. It might as well be from a team with three first-round picks, as well as needs up front.

21. Oklahoma City Thunder: Harry Giles, C, Duke

Giles is the other eyebrow-arching ACC freshman to enter the draft. After a disappointing season marred by slow injury recovery, he’s getting a nice workout season bump in the draft press. It’s hard to find a better upside pick than a former No. 1 recruit landing in the mid- to late-first almost entirely due to injuries.

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22. Brooklyn Nets: Frank Jackson, PG, Duke

All right. One more surprise ACC one-and-done: the somewhat mystifying but altogether promising Jackson. There are strong indications Jackson will go in the first round. Why? He apparently signed with an agent during the NBA Draft Combine and withdrew from the second day of activity there after showing out on Day 1. Someone fell in love.

23. Toronto Raptors: Thomas Bryant, C, Indiana

Yet another big man — and in our chaos draft we’ve left the poor Collins twins* in the green room. Bryant isn’t yet 20 and has spectacular length. Even better, he showed an ability to hit outside jumpers as a sophomore.

* Zach and John Collins are not twins, and in fact may have never met.

24. Utah Jazz: Justin Jackson, F, North Carolina

You know what you’re getting with Jackson, and that’s sometimes perceived as a bad thing in the draft, where upside and potential reign. But some teams like knowing what they’re getting, and the Jazz are one of them.

25. Orlando Magic: John Collins, PF/C, Wake Forest

One Collins twin down! This one gets buckets but doesn’t have an outside jumper or defensive tools. He’s not a modern NBA power forward, but he has enough length to play center. He’s probably a career reserve, but teams need good reserves too!

26. Portland Trail Blazers: Zach Collins, C, Gonzaga

There has been a run on Collinses! Some mocks have Collins going in the top 10, and he probably does have a better chance at having a good NBA career than a number of guys above him in this mock. But it’s a struggle to imagine what a successful NBA career looks like for a guy like Collins — not particularly agile or fast, no real record of a great outside stroke, not someone who scores at will against even smaller competitors, clunky handle — in the modern league.

27. Brooklyn Nets: Luke Kennard, SG, Duke

Let’s clear out the green room! Turn out the lights, Luke.

28. L.A. Lakers: T.J. Leaf, PF, UCLA

How resentful would the Ball family be if T.J. Leaf got picked by the Lakers but Lonzo didn’t?

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29. San Antonio Spurs: D.J. Wilson, PF, Michigan

Death, taxes, and the Spurs getting a steal in the NBA draft. Wilson is a top sleeper candidate (along with Jeanne, if he counts). The fact that he’s from Sacramento is only part of that equation.

30. Utah Jazz: Rodions Kurucs, SF, Latvia

The Jazz almost assuredly need to trade or stash one of their two first-round picks. He’s DraftExpress’s No. 3 international prospect. One presumes there’s a reason for that!

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