#littel fluff

[thereaderinsertlady]

Something I find forever funny:

I desire to request or commision

I am broke.

My brain looks at Nastasia from Super Paper Mario and goes "god she's underrated in the X reader stuff"

I am but a disaster lesbian just awkwardly staring from a distance BC your fics slap and I feel like I am Bad with Words Today but oh well dkfjjf

o mi gosh nassy 😭 an incredibly underrated reader-insert bbg. I can certainly understand the struggle of not having hardly any content for a character and being unable to do commissions (I would liiike to commission people to draw good ol' Dimentio but ooooh well a girl gotta eat.) I have been HEAVILY slacking on general requests too, and I don't wanna bother my friends so I can write some requests with them. However. There is just absolutely nothin' for nassy x readers and I've seen you around my blog for a whiiiile soooo errrm..,, here's something a lil small. It really isn't much since I have been so hyperfocused on finishing commissions and just dealing with life in general, but I really can just understand having NOOOOTHING for a litel lovely character. Here's the link on ao3, and I do hope you enjoy this teeny tiny fic.

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Nastasia x Reader - Burny Juice

“You need to be more careful,” Nastasia mumbled, kneeling closer to your legs once adjusting her glasses.

“Really? Careful is my middle– ouch!”

Deep within the dark walls of Castle bleck was Nastasia’s bedroom. As Count Bleck’s right-hand woman, she has very important duties to take care of. Keep track of everyone’s chores, watch people train and make sure things are going accordingly… aaand to fix up any silly little boo-boos.

“As far as I know, your middle name is not ‘careful.’ And keep still, ‘k?” She dabbed a wet rag along your knees. Of course, this rag was wet with burny juice. An… antiseptic, you think she called it? Something like that. Either way, it did not feel good.

“Can’t I just eat a mushroom?” You gave a confident smile for good measure. She had to be tired of you by now. And… probably of Dimentio too. But mostly you– you were like Dimentio, but worse and clumsy. At least he didn’t get hurt every other day. At least he wasn’t sitting in here with carpet burns on the knees. After a certain point, you could trace the dark pattern on her purple bed sheets without looking. 

She sighed. “You still have to sweep and mop the halls. A mushroom will make you groggy.”

“Oh come on. Can’t I skip chore-duty today?” When she didn’t relent right away, you lowered your bottom lip and gave her your best set of puppy eyes. “Just this once? Please? Pretty please?” Your knees felt like they were on fire from the burny juice. “Pretty pretty please?”

Nastasia gave you a long look, expression unreadable. Though, before long, her shoulders sank. “Alright,” she patted your calf, “Alright. You may go lay down once I’m through, ‘k?”

…

“On your bed?”

When she didn’t respond right away your smile turned sly, expression becoming cheeky. 

“Well? Can I lay down on your bed Nassy– ooouch! Don’t pinch my leg!”

Even if it was hard to see her eyes from behind her glasses, you could tell she was ever so slightly amused. “I want you to finish your chores tomorrow. ‘K?”

“Yeah, yeah… thanks…”

“...Of course.”

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Prompt 140

"What?" Geralt asks, frowning, a furrow in his brow. "I turn into a wolf every full moon." Jaskier repeats. "How-" "You were always away on a hunt. You'd just meet me back in the morning." "...You were a werewolf this whole time?" "..Yes. I- I'm sorry, Darling. I never wanted to lie." "Why didn't you trust me with this? Did you think I would hurt you?" "No! I thought I would hurt you. I'm not myself on full moons, Geralt. I can't even remember them. All I know is that the moon raises, i feel this ache in my bones, and the next thing I know, I'm waking up the next morning, nude, with a full stomach of what is HOPEFULLY nothing gross." "...You've not transformed in towns, have you?" "No! Of course not! I'm terrified of hurting someone, Geralt! That's the only reason I'm telling you now! I got the charts mixed up, I thought the moon was still a week away, but it isn't, and we're near a town, and I need you to keep me restrained." A long pause settles between them. "You want me to guard you?" "Guard them. From me. Keep me trapped in a shack and- And lock it up tight. Chain me, hurt me, knock me out, whatever you must do. Keep me from being a danger. I never wanted to be a terrifying beast, Geralt." Jaskier says, with those damned wet doe eyes of his. Geralt agrees. Because he doesn't know a world where he wouldn't. Mere hours later, Jaskier is sat against a beam in an old rundown barn. He's tied up with rope, and chained on top of that. There are no windows in the barn, the door is fully barricaded and locked, and Geralt guards it. "You really should guard it from outside" Jaskier had said. "I'm not leaving you to do this alone. You never should have had to." Geralt replied. Thus, Geralt stands and watches as Jaskier pales and starts twitching. The moon is rising. "It's coming- I'm going to be a beast." Jaskier says with fear, before the transformation takes the air out of his lungs. Geralt watches in horror and awe as Jaskier's body changes, changes, changes.... In... Into a songbird? sitting on the ground is a fat little songbird. It easily hops over the ropes and chains, now much too lose to hold it. Him. Oh my gods. Jaskier's not a werewolf. He's a... were.... werebird... And not even a scary one. Jaskier starts pecking the barn floor and Geralt rubs a hand over his face in exhaustion. He prepared for the worst, and instead is treated to watching Jaskier struggle to bathe in a trough. "Jaskier, it's too deep." He tells the bird, as it fluffs up it's wings. "Jaskier, you're going to-" Jaskier tries to take a step into the birdbath, only to fall, dunking his whole fat little body into the depths of the trough. He flails about in the water, chirping panickedly. Geralt rushes to his aid, gently lifting him out of the water with gentle hands. Perhaps guarding over Jaskier will still be a challenge after all.

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RWBY BUT IS A RANDOM TIKTOKS/VINES AUDIOS! PART 5!

Ice queen weiss and jaune were sitting on the sofa drinking hot chocolate and weiss would be looking at his cell phone with a confused and angry face and jaune would look at her and put his hand on her shoulder worriedly.

Jaune: Is everything alright?

IQ Weiss: I'm just confused because people are commenting on our photo on the beach and some people said ''This guy has a thicc girlfriend lucky guy'' Jaune what is thicc ?

Jaune would look at weiss confused and slightly blushing so he put the cup with hot chocolate on the table and looked at weiss with a more or less serious expression.

IQ Weiss: People tell me that i'm ''Thicker than a bowl of oatmeal'' is that a good thing? Do you think i'm thick?

Jaune would blush more remembering seeing his girlfriend wearing skirts and tights and bathing suits and he would take a deep breath and look into weiss' face.

Jaune: I think they mean is that well you're a bit on the heavier side...?

IQ Weiss: So they are calling me fat..

Weiss would look at jaune with a cold expression and the room would get colder and jaune would get a little nervous and try to calm weiss down.

Jaune: In a good way! In a good way!

IQ Weiss: Well how else am i supposed to take that other than an insult!

Jaune would sigh and scratch the back of his head and look at weiss with a calm smile on his face.

Jaune: Well you know humans always updating our vocabulary sick means cool, hot means cool, even fat means cool but with ph that is...

IQ Weiss: That's not how you spell fat!

Jaune would take his scroll and open the urban dictionary and look up the word thicc.

Jaune: Apparently we can't even spell thick either two c's can you belive that!

IQ Weiss: That's a counter-intuitive way to compliment someone... So tell me jaune am i ''thick'' with two c's?

Jaune: YEP!

Weiss approaches jaune sitting on his lap making him blush and would put his arms around his neck and look in jaune's face with a malicious smile.

IQ Weiss: thicker than a bowl of oatmeal ?~

Jaune: Thicker than a giant freaking bowl of oatmeal!

IQ Weiss: Yeah i thick as fuck!

Jaune: If you want i'd even let you sit on me I MEAN THAT'S HOW THICK YOU ARE!

IQ Weiss: WAIT WHAT ?!

Jaune: THAT A HUMAN THING SORRY!

IQ Weiss: Besides i'd easily crush their fragile skulls with my meaty posterior~

Jaune: Wut

We know jaune's fate after that, don't we my friends?

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Blake and yang and ruby ​​were on the sofa watching movies until ruby ​​would find it in the catalog of my littel poney's movie site and when blake was going to kiss yang she caught the attention of both.

Ruby: Could you two before you make out appreciate this work of art from this movie?!

Blake: Ruby that is My Little Pony Equestria Girls: Rainbow Rocks.

Ruby: No this is art blake art!!!

after a light dircussion the 3 would spend the night marathoning all my littel poney movies

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Nora would be in the kitchen looking for something to eat until she goes on a stick and finds a packet of halloween special oreo which scares her slightly and then takes a cookie and a glass of milk and dips the cookie in the milk.

Nora: I just freaked out a little bit I'm not going to scream over a cookie.

Nora took the oreo out of the milk and the milk marked that on the cookie it was written ''boo'' what does she say she screams very loudly.

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Ruby and penny were making friendship bracelets and yang would enter the room to see their bracelets.

Ruby: I made penny a bracelet with her favorite colors and as she likes fish I made one that say ''glub glub''!

Penny: And I know Ruby loves cookies as I made a bracelet that has the chemical chain of every product that goes into a cookie!

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

hey hey :) saw that ur requests are open again and i want to ask u if u could write for dead or faust from LOC with a male or trans male reader.if u comfortable with it even smut?the rest is up to u:) if u dont write for them at the moment feel free to ignore my ask.have a nice day <3

-wolf Anon🐺

Dead - A boyfriend like Satan

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, tiny make out session, use of Y/n , m reader

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Info : Thanks for the request anon and I hope you have fun reading. I also have already done a littel thing for a male reader with Dead THIS maybe you wanna take a look.

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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°Two artists, worshippers of evil and friends of blood and death had met at one of the band's many parties. While Dead was about to get a beer, he saw the unknown man sneaking through the kitchen. At first he thought it was another drunk or on drugs. But no, when he stood in the doorway and saw the unknown man scurrying through the kitchen with a fly swatter.

°Watching him a little he saw that the unknown had a small vial with him and apparently filled it with the dead insects from the house. ,,What are you doing?" the blond asked and smirked as the person he was talking to seemed not to have even heard him before turning to him and showing him the jar with the dead insects.

°Y/n thought he was going to give him the same grief as everyone else and walk away, but the blond didn't, instead he grinned and looked at the different animals carefully. ,,Nice collection" Daed said and couldn't help but feel the need to show him his own collection. He saw that the other had a proud look in his eyes before Dead grabbed two beers and was able to be social for the first time.

°As he handed him the beer and made a move to follow him. ,,You know, I have a similar collection, but with slightly larger animals," he said as they walked up the stairs and into the room. Dead saw the other's eyes widen slightly, but not in shock or fear. It seemed to be the perception of an artist. Something that made the blond strangely happy and satisfied.

°Y/n walked through the room running over the various larger dead animals feeling the fur underneath and the cold. It was kind of pretty in its own way and white. Its insects could only be touched carefully but Deads. It was pleasant. ,,They are really pretty" he said and Dead lowered his gaze, not wanting the unknown to see his touched smile.

But what they didn't know was that this was only the beginning of their relationship.

°Since they met at the party and in their madness they stayed together in art, they also started to dance with each other. Much to the laughter of the others who thought it was a joke. But the two of them seemed to feel that their dead hearts were beating for each other. Since the party they met more and more often whenever they had time.

°Initially with a pretext but at some point it was more and more out of love. Neither of them spoke of it, but at the latest when Y/n found his heart collapsed and covered in blood in the bathroom and held him in his arms, stroked his back and held him close to him as his lips gently kissed Dead's head. Then they both knew that it was more than friendship between them.

°The kiss had brought them both back to life and Y/n helped Dead up again and again. The blonde in return gave his faithful friend pictures and animals, it was his way of expressing thanks and love. No matter what the others said initially still made fun. But after Dead threatened to leave the band, they stopped accepting Y/n gradually and he got an honorary place as a stage designer where he could also use his Dead insects and Dead's animals.

°The looks and comments stopped when Euronymus and Hellhammer came into the living room of the den and found the two boys in a make out session. The blonde had bent over his friend and slowly started kissing his naked torso while leaving small cuts on the skin with his knife, which seemed to turn them on even more.

°,,All right...let's go again" the black-haired man had mumbled as the two of them had pulled backwards with a confused, shocked look and closed the door. Which caused the two lovers to laugh before Y/n pulled the blonde back into a kiss. The sex between them was not missed.

°It was a couple straight from hell.

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@icarus-star , @raewritesfiction , @kiwiiicandiii

[lilsocksiswriting]

Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary:Sukuna was supposed to be helping you pack for your trip home for winter Break, a trip you really aren't looking forward to.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, fake stackage, littel fluff a the end

Word Count: 1.6K

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Chapter Five || Chapter seven

You can feel Sukuna’s eyes on you, and you don’t really care. At least not right now. If you packed quickly enough then maybe you would have time to let yourself feel hot and bothered by his gaze. Right now you were squeezed halfway into your dorm room’s closet shifting through a pile of dark clothing looking for a pair of comfy leggings you really wanted to bring home with you.

“Have you called maintenance?”

You huff. Of course, you called them. Your jammed-siding door just seems to be at the bottom of their list. “Yes, I have. Like three times, I hope they come around to fix it over break.”

Your leggings weren’t in this pile. Mabey your dresser? You go to shuffle back out of the closet, but a pair of hands on your hip stops you.”Don’t”

“What?”

“Just stay like this for me yea, doll?”

His hands are quick to slip up the loose crop top you were in. They waste no time finding your bare breasts and giving them a nice squeeze.

“Fuck doll. Do you have any idea how good you look right now in nothing but this flimsy top and those cotton shorts? You look so fuckable right now stuck like this.”

you blink, Sukuna can’t see the confusion on your face but it’s evident in your voice,” I’m  not stuck -ah!”

Sukuna gives your nipple a playful little pinch making both of them hard.

“Ok, but let’s say you are, you’re stuck here and so, so helpless. And how could I, being the arrogant sleaze bag I am, not take advantage of my cute little girlfriend being stuck like this with her ass up and all. Practically begging to be fucked aren’t ya doll?”

You’re still not sure what Sukuan was on about. You weren’t stuck. You could easily crawl backwards out of the closet and he could have his way with you on your bed. But this is… well something about it is hot and you aren’t too pressed to figure out why.

“Sukuna,” you rub your thighs together, wiggling your ass against the tent in his pants.

Sukuna lets a low groan slip from his lips. His hands slip back down gripping your hips. “You really want me to fuck you like this, Doll?”

You are nodding your head. You want him to hurry too because there was still packing to be done. Packing that you will not be able to focus on when this heat Sukuna’s ignited between your legs.

“Ah, ah, you gotta use your words  remember?”

“I want you to fuck me Sukuna,” Your voice is tight, trying not to sound as needy as Sukuan has been able to make you feel with such little action.

“That’s a good girl. And if it gets too much for you?”

“I’ll tell you. Now please,” You are wiggling your ass again.

“It’s cute how you can get so needy for my cock so fast, but I can’t fuck you just yet,” Sukuna informs you making you give the tiniest wine. You don’t have time for that, you want him now.

You feel your shorts and panties being pulled down around your knees. You feel warm hands give your ass a good squeeze then one slip down between your legs. Knuckles graze your inner thigh. The silent command that you follow, spreading your legs for better access.

“You’re such a good girl,” Sukuna’s low praise makes you wetter.

He feels this wetness when he dips two fingers into you. Your moan sounds like a winey hum. Music to his ears as he curls his fingers inside you and drags them almost all the way out.

“What sort of lube you got? You’re so wet for me already but I don’t think it’ll be enough.”

You didn’t have lube. You had lubed condoms but there was no time for that,” Just put it in already~.”

Sukuan lands a sharp slap to your ass making your body jump, “You are in no position to be talking back doll.” Then goes back to dragging his finger in and out of you. “Now answer me.”

“I-I don’t got any…” you huff. He’s managing to find that one spot inside you that makes your legs feel like jelly.

“That’s too bad,” he says picking up the pace,” Looks like I get to play with this pretty pussy with my fingers and you’ll just have to make do.”

“Co-condoms! I have lubed condoms under my mattress,” and with no shame, you beg him, “Please hurry.”

“Stuck, helpless, and so eager to get fucked by a fat cock. Damn, doll could you be more perfect?”

You feel Sukuan pull away from you. Sure, enough when he lifts the corner of the mattress there is a roll of condoms. He wonders if you bought these after you two got together or if you always had them as a just-in-case measure. His smart, beautiful Y/N always prepared.

Ripping one of the condoms from the roll, Sukuna holds the foil wrapper between his teeth and yanks down his sweets.

“Sukuna,” You moan wagging your ass,  so ready to be filled by his cock now that you didn’t care how needy you looked.

He feels his dick pulse in response. He rips open the wrapper with his teeth and slides it over his hard cock, giving it a few long strokes as he watches you wiggle your ass.

“So, fucking impatient,” he growls.

You feel his hands settle back on your hips and in the next second you feel Sukuna push into you. Your eyes roll back as you feel his stretch your pussy. Sukuan for his part hisses at how tight you are. He has to bully his dick into your tight, soft cunt.

“There we go,” he coos once he’s bottomed out.

Was he ever not going to feel like he was splitting in two? One thing was for sure, you will never get tired of the slight sting from it or the way you feel so full when he is inside you.

And when he begins to move, you almost collapse into the pile of clothes. Just as quickly as  Sukuan fucks  into you at a steady pace with his hands guiding your hips you become a moaning mess. It’s so fucking good. You’ve never been in this kinda position before down on your hands and knees unable to see the man fucking you, enveloped in darkness.

“Su-sukuna, oh god,” You mona before smothering your face into what felt like one of your black hoodies from one of your favorite bands.

Sukuna’s breath hitches when your ass is pushed up and ruts against his hips. He wants to hear all those cute noises you make when you're getting roughly stuffed. He is also aware of the little time you have left together. So, all though  Sukuna would love to sit here and languidly thrust his cock into you while he watches you lose yourself over it, he has no time for such pleasures.

One of his hands takes a fist full of the back-cropped shirt. With one hard yank, you pull up just enough that you can no longer muffle your moans in the pile of fabric.

“I want to hear all the sweet noises you make while you get fucked like this Doll.”

“Sukuna~” You spread your legs a little more asking for more.

And Sukuna is more than happy to comply. Thank god your roommate has already left for the holidays. Your small bedroom I  filled with the harsh slaps of your boyfriend’s hips meeting your ass and your cries of pleasure.

“Shit, you’re really loving this aren’t ya doll?”

“Yes, yesyesyes, fuck~” you moan, and if that wasn’t enough your body agreed. You feel how you hug around his cock and how it doesn't slow him down from pumping in and out of you. ”Sukuna, Sukuna m’gonna cum,”

“Then you do just that Doll, you cum all over-fuck!”  Sukuan demands are cut short by your high pitch wines and hot, slippery cunt clamp around him.

Your own orgasm brought Sukuna to his own. If only you could see how the man’s jaw goes slack and his head tips back. You can feel his dick twitches inside you and he feels the condom with his load of cum.

Your knees hurt. That’s the first thing that you notice when you come back around. Oh, right you're halfway in your closet looking for a pair of leggings. The second thing that comes to mind is that you really need to leave soon. Or….you could purposely leave late, or you could tell Sukuna that you forgot something and have to turn back halfway to the airport, or you could just miss your flight, and have to get another one. No, you can’t. What would your family think if you missed your flight?

“Doll?” Sukuna’s soft voice reached your ears. His thumb strokes the bars, the soft skin of your hip. He doesn’t want to pull out and let go until he’s sure you won’t collapse.

You buy your face into the pile of clothing and take a breath, inhaling the scent of your perfume. So, these had been the pile of dirty clothes. You don’t want Sukuan to pull out, not just yet. You want to stay like this a little longer because when he does pull out it means you have to go back home.

You pull your face away from the pile, “If I’m late because you couldn’t keep in your pants we’re breaking up.”

Sukuna laughs and slaps your ass, ”There’s my girl.”

You smile and your stomach flips, ‘my girl’.

Once you get cleaned up and all evidence of what just transpired is through in the bathroom’s trashcan you get back to franticly packing, but still stop here and there to kiss Sukuan softly. When he asks why you are being so affectionate you tell him, “Just getting a  few more kisses to hold me over.”

[silverynight]

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Listen, listen! A Shigaraki!Redemption AU, with lots of BKDK fluff! How is this possible, you might ask? Simple:

Shigaraki gets hit by a de-aging quirk that lasts over a month! :) And you damn well know, Izuku isn't gonna lst anything bad happen to the now tiny Tenko Shimura, (fucking HPSC wants to put the chibi in Tarturas!).

And as far as Tenko is concerned, Deku is papa!

And, oh. Everyone has a sneek peek into Tenko'a past, cause he's nervous around loud noise or raised hands. And, god they wanna bundle the littel hero worshipper in blankets and cuddles.

BKDK happens, because Tenko has dubbed Katsuki as Dad, since...well, not everyone at UA is okay with chibi Tenko, and thsy are yelling at them for being a future villian and Tenko is scared, and just wants his green papa...until Bakugou comes outta nowhere ans suplexes this asshole into next week, telling them off for something chibi Tenko will never do.

And Tenko thinks he's so cool. He starts following Bakugo around and imitating his poses and speech. Bakugo laughs when Tenko tries to say fuck, but the boy is shy and says frick instead. Pats his head, so he feela he did something right. :3

When he turns back, he doesn't do anything, like take Izuku or the studenta hostage. He just...simply tries make a breakfast for everyone, (it's only slightly burnt), and just...agrees to everything Nedzu suggests...he only asks that they extend a hand to his Legue, as well. Those...those are his friends, ya'know?

Tenko, yes, Tenko, not Tomura anymore, simply wishes Izuku was around when he was young. Maybe that was all he really needed.

They were a very cute family for a month. Katsuki probably enjoyed every second of it.

[jareaulover]

My Writing Masterlist

Mostly Making this so I can pin it and have access to everything I've written, but also so that anyone who wants to can also access everything I've written!

Also remember: My ask box is open so feel free to drop some requests, prompts, etc. You can find my request rule here

Okay, Masterlist is under the cut!

Criminal Minds:

3 times Aaron and Spencer were friends with benefits (+ 1 time they were more) | Hotchreid, Smut, Tumblr / AO3

Oatmeal and Orange Juice | Hotchreid, fluff, Tumblr / AO3

Hits Different | Will x JJ x Emily, fluff and angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

If I Can't Have You | Hotchreid, angst, smut, eventual fluff, AO3 / Tumblr: One Two Three Four Five

Hotchreid Hatesex | Hotchreid, smut, very light angst, Tumblr / AO3

Last Kiss | Spencelle, angst, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Will and JJ's Blended Family | Wilifer, Fluff, slight angst, Tumblr / AO3

Don't Call Mom (Always Call Mom) | Wilifer, but mostly focuses on Henry and JJ, Angst, Tumblr / AO3

I Want You Back | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Confessions are a Bitch | Willifer, angst AO3 / Tumblr

He's Not Going to Take Anything Else From You | Willifer, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

100 (Alternate) | Hotchreid, angst with a teensy bit of fluff AO3 / Tumblr

It'll Be Alright | Hotchreid, fluff AO3 / Tumblr

I'll Find You | Hotchreid, angst and fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Will's Diagnosis | Willifer, angst/fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Henry's Baby Sister | Willifer, slight angst, mostly fluff AO3 / Tumblr

Don't Go Breaking My Heart | Willifer, fluff/angst AO3 / Tumblr

Love Under the Tree | Jemily, fluff AO3 / Tumblr: 1 2 (3 4 5 6)

Rejection | Hotchreid, angst AO3 / Tumblr

South Park

☼= Stylennyverse Series

Only the Beginning | K2, Fluff AO3

Lets Make This Interesting | K2, Smut AO3

Out of My System | Stylenny, Smut and Fluff AO3 ☼

Play it Again | Kenjorine, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Established | Multiple Ships (Each chapter a different ship), Fluff, wee bits of angst, AO3

You Belong With me | Style, Fluff. Songfic AO3

Craig Tucker's List of Stuff to try (Bedroom Edition) | Cryle, smut/PWP AO3

Discussions | Stylenny, fluff AO3 ☼

Birthday Boy | Stenny, light smut and fluff AO3

Confessing | Bunny, fluff AO3

Birthday Cake | Crenny fluff, AO3

I'll Be Your Gift (Give You Something Good to Celebrate) | K2, smut AO3

Sticky Sweet | Stylenny fluff and a wee bit of angst, also sexual themes AO3 ☼

Sold (16/?) | Stenny, smut fluff and probably a littel angst. Crack treated seriously vibes lol AO3

Are You Leaving With Him? | Kenjorine, fluff. Songfic AO3

Emotionally Stunted Baby | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

South Park Omegaverse Oneshots | Multiship, smut AO3

Wrong Number | Cryle, angst with a happy ending. AO3

Trouble In Paradise | Stylenny, Angst AO3 ☼

Supernatural

Willow | Destiel, fluff, hint of angst if you squint, Songfic Tumblr / AO3

Messing with Other’s toys is Never a Good Idea | Crowley x Reader, angst with a happy ending, Tumblr / AO3

Mr. Winchester's Personal Assistant | Destiel Fluff, wee bit of angst, eventual smut, AO3 (i haven't actually posted it to Tumblr yet)

All Grown Up

What to do when your girlfriend has depression. | Kimi Finster/Lil DeVille hurt/comfort, Tumblr / AO3

[evienyx]

The bath house au is just fractures for people who like SOME angst but not ALL the angst. I am people. People is me.

I’m appealing to many demographics here, folks.

[bang-ye-dam]

Yedam live gif set! That smile is the cutest ever, he’s so happy 😢💗

[justiceforvillains]

The Pretender

Paring: Fem Reader X Bangchan

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: brief mentions of violence, death.

Summary: Basically Bangchan having a shitty day before meeting you, now he has to pretend that he's someone he's not, just so he can see your innocent smile.

It's my first time writing for Stray Kidz, so please be kind :)

Last thing Bangchan wanted to do in the morning was beat someone to death, last thing he also wanted to hear was a little girl pointing at him hysterically crying and chanting "MONSTER!!"

But here he is, just trying to go back to his car when he felt something or rather someone bumping into his legs, his hand immediately went to his gun before he turned around to look at a small girl, not even a second later she burst into tears repeatedly screaming "monster" at him.

He knew he wasn't exactly prince charming, it didn't bother him, what did bother him however was the amount of people staring and glaring, but with one glare back they all turned on their heels leaving the poor girl in his care, he decided to just fuck it and leave the crying little brat alone before he heard a soft voice speaking from behind.

"hey little one, what got you so worked up?"

He turned around again only to see a pretty girl crunching down patting the smaller girl softly on the head, the girl hiccups before turning to him again and pointing "monster"

The pretty girl looked up, only for her eyes to widen, great now he needs to run back before you have the chance to call the cops.

"that's not a very nice thing to say about someone, he's a person and people have feelings would you..."

Instead of calling the cops you're sitting there scolding the little girl, he's dumbfounded, do you not recognize him? Did you not see his bloody hands?1

"I'm sorry mister.."

the littel girl rubbed at her swollen eyes and then started explaining how she lost her parents and doesn't know where they are.

He doesn't know how or why he ended up in your shop you owned a small bakery, he looked around to see how well decorated the small space was it was a mix of brown and beige.

You said something but he wasn't listening he turned to you "what?" "I was saying my name is y/n" he doesn't know why he enjoyed the soft smile you sent his way, he returned it "Chris" "well Chris it's nice meeting you" your glance at his hands did not go unnoticed by him.

"you need to run your hands under cold water or it will bruise, follow me I'll show you the bathroom"

Once again dumbfounded you just invited a scarred man wearing all black with bloody hands into your bakery and now you're offering him help so his hands won't bruise.

He followed you silently he didn't move not when you showed him the bathroom, not when you opened the cold water for him, and definitely not when you took his hands in your soft ones telling him a small "it might sting" and running them both yours and his hands in the cold water, the sudden sting however made him come back to reality.

"um thank you.." you looked up at him smiling "it's alright, you know my brother was a boxer too" "boxer?" his confusion was evidence in his voice and in his face you returned the same confusion "huh? Yeah boxer why else would you have bloody hands?"

Oh so that's why you weren't scared of him, he smiled "yeah I am I was just confused on how you found out" "well I'm a smart girl aren't I" the soft giggle you let out had him smiling, it's been so long since he had such an innocent conversation.

You took your hands away to grape a towel, drying you then him "all cleaned up!" you cheered "thank you.." "you're not very talkative Chris are you?"

"well normally people tend to avoid me to be honest with you" the smile you had on fell and was replaced with a sad look, for some reason it tugged at his heart to see those sad eyes directed at him.

"kids can be mean sometimes and so are adults, you look fine to me I'm not scared of you and I'm not going to avoid you"

The laugh he let out stratled you jumping in surprise at the usually quiet man "sorry... Sorry it's just the first time I meet someone like you" the fact that you thought people avoided him for his looks was hilarious, yes people tend to avoid him, sometime also for his looks but most of them knew who he is, knew what he does.

But small innocent you just thought you were comforting a normal citizen "well I was always told I'm quite strange" "that makes two of us pretty" he commented immediately smiling widely at the small blush and off guard look you gave him at the nickname.

"I.. Umm.. Do you want something to eat?" he nods smile still plaster on his face at your flustered Form "get me something you would recommend" how fast your attitude changed form being a little flustered mess to excitement and happiness at his words had him chuckling.

A normal citizen who's aspiring to be a boxer? He could pretend to be that for you just keep smiling innocently like this.

Sooooooo like I said this is my first time writing for SKZ, if anyone had tips or advice on how to better my writing please do tell me.

✦ Masterlist ✦

[loosesodamarble]

What if Nacht lost in on wey his memoris (Stress ore so psychological ore hit his head ore magic )and forgot Morgan yami and wo he is komplett so Family friend fluff where realy nice can by I littel Angst or what you like to have ☺️

(I have the idea long time on my one but I don’t know too make the idea to my one story and I realy like nacht and Morgan and yami dynamics realy)

Sorry for taking a while to reply, Marune! I was collecting my thoughts on this.

Unlike last time you requested a scenario, I couldn't really find a way to really hit all the points I wanted to touch upon with this concept in a oneshot without it being monstrously long. So I'm going with a ridiculous lot of headcanons/bullet points.

Hope that's okay!

..........

Amnesiac Nacht

Morgen didn't know what would happen when he decided to break the relic connected to Lucifugus. It was hard to think of possible consequences in a tense situation such as the one he found himself in.

The relic did break. The sickening pressure of negative mana faded.

Morgen was about to let out a sigh of relief when he felt Nacht go limp in his arms.

He started to panic, started to fear that Nacht was dead. However, Nacht audibly groaned and his body shuddered. But it was also clear that he was in pain.

Morgen didn't hesitate anymore and rushed Nacht to the Grey Deer base.

For a whole day, Nacht was writhing and crying out in pain without waking. Morgen didn't want to leave Nacht's side, but all his allies insisted that he get proper rest.

The next day, Morgen was woken by frantic knocking on his door and a shout of "Your brother's awake!" And Morgen ran to the infirmary where Nacht was.

Morgen bursts into the infirmary and tackles Nacht with a hug. He doesn’t care how improper it looks. He’s just glad Nach is oka-

“Uh... Who are you and why are you hugging me?”

Morgen pulls away from Nacht and looks him dead in the eyes. Nacht stares back, looking confused and somewhat disturbed. There is no recognition in his eyes.

"Nacht... It's me Morgen. Your brother." Morgen takes deep breaths. Tries not to panic. Maybe it's all a prank by Nacht.

But Nacht shakes his head and scoots away. "I don't... I don't remember you." He looks around and clutches his head. "I don't remember anything at all!"

Morgen grabs Nacht and shakes him, crying out and saying, "No no no! Please, Nacht! Please remember me! We're brothers, twins! We grew up together!"

Nacht panics as he can't get Morgen to let go.

Morgen is begging Nacht to remember him. Nacht is screaming that he can't and Morgen's grip is starting to hurt.

Eventually, Yami gets to the room and manages to pry Morgen off of Nacht. At that point, both of the twins are crying and shaking.

It takes work from Owen and new recruit Marx to figure out what's going on. Nacht and his memories are essentially cursed when Lucifugus' relic broke.

Owen believes that Nacht will never recover his memory unless the curse is broken but he can't even guess how it would be broken.

Morgen apologizes to Nacht for the earlier scare. Nacht says that, as alarmed as he was, he can forgive it.

"I'm scare about losing my own memories. And you're scared about the same thing. I don't know much but I'm pretty sure that means you really care about me."

Nacht is given some time to go over whatever he does recall (his vocabulary is in tact and he's aware of what magic is) and re-familiarize what he's forgotten (he apparently forgot his own attribute and, of course, his loved ones).

Morgen is lowkey forced to take other missions instead of worriedly fretting over Nacht the whole time. He's a bit too worried for his brother.

Not to worry though, the Bremen devils are there to babysit Nacht whenever Morgen is away! The four are really concerned for their master but are happy to see him in a safe place.

Since regaining Nacht's lost memories isn't an option for the time being, the focus is making new memories so his life isn't a complete blank.

There's also the pressure of Nacht suddenly being the head of House Faust since, well, Adela and Vincent are dead... But Nacht's well-being does take priority.

With the memory loss, Nacht is a lot tamer than he once was. His keen mind and natural talent show a lot more since he isn't just goofing off. He was able to tell that he and Yami had a habit of building climbing based on some shoe scuffs on the side of a structure before being told.

Gimodelo and the others are very shocked because they've only ever known Nacht are an arrogant master who would occasionally think of Morgen and Yami in very fond ways.

Nacht is a little hesitant around Morgen at first due to the very dramatic first impression but he warms up eventually. It's easy since Morgen is so genuinely caring.

Morgen will bring Nacht things that he used to like but also suggest they go out looking for new things in case Nacht's tastes have changed.

One day, Nacht asks Morgen if he was a good brother before. At that, Morgen pauses.

"I've always loved you, brother. But, before you lost your memory, it was hard for me to tell if you cared for me back," Morgen would answer, looking sadly into the distance. "You weren't cruel to me, just... cold at times."

Of course Nacht apologizes and of course Morgen forgives. But they do spend some time apart. Nacht needs to process the idea that he wasn't a good brother before. Morgen need time after having to remember the uncertainty and loneliness he felt beforehand.

Overall, Nacht and Morgen try their best to be good to one another. Getting Nacht's old memories back is something many would still like, but until then, the twins are happy to make new memories and rekindle the brotherly bond they had lost.

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1, 10, and 23 for the writing ask thingy :)

Tell us about your current project(s)  – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

hmm okay well the thing im currently actively working on (though actively is a really strong word because my job has been Insane lately) is a novel (non-fic) n she is a tiny little baby mollusk just screeching into the world so i dont wanna talk abt her (also working on a non-fic short story i dont wanna talk abt for the same reason n also privacy). but in terms of fic that i currently have open in tabs!!!!

ats season 4 for my faith series - the progress of this is pretty minimal bc im holding off on starting work on it until i make more headway on my novel outline, bc writing these faith fics inevitably takes over my life . but! mostly right now my notes are full of like, rambly ideas about how to Fix the Jasmine of It All because i want Jasmine to be a character but, by keeping connor a baby, and my determination to keep cordy herself, i need to change How she comes about . but ok the thing i love most about getting to rewrite this part is that to me ats s4 is where it All Goes Wrong. like, it's the character assassination of cordelia chase, and the show really hitting a misogyny peak which is impressive when u consider how misogynistic it already was . to me the ats s3 finale has so much promise which s4 inevitably makes mean essentially Nothing -- mostly in terms of the show's treatment of cordy. so im basically really hyped to write an s4 that is very much About cordy - about cangel! about angel working through (read: getting bullied by the entire fang gang about until he does something about) some of his misogyny, to become the kind of person who could be in an actual long-term relationship w cordy. this s4 rewrite said Angel's Madonna Whore Complex is On The Chopping Block . also im just really hyped to write jasmine. like, writing mind-altered states to me is very fun-- i love writing dream sequences and ritual sequences and intense emotions . so writing faith under jasmine's thrall ??? im hyped. also maybe half the reason this series exists is to occasion a faith/gwen fling sooooooooo.

i also have open a russian doll fluff fic - basically nadia and alan do a marathon watch of all the timefucky episodes of btvs . i simply love to Make Characters Watch TV . i LOVE writing their dialogue i love them so much. i love getting to rant about btvs filtered via the voice of nadia . the progress of this is decent !! i have like a quarter written and the rest roughly outlined

also have a VERY sparsely outlined succession fic about shiv being a lesbian . essentially a 5+1 (5 times shiv lost to her comphet and 1 time she didn't teeheeeee) . what im excited about here is simply that shiv roy is a lesbian and the world has to know. and also ive never written a 5+1 but i think the concept is just so fun.

ALSO i have another lottie lee yellowjackets fic in drafts . this is very new, mostly just popping the vague vibe of it and a few dialogue ideas into a document . but basically it's based on the new florence song 'casssandra' and it's going to be like, half taking place before laura lee's death and half after. what im hyped about this one is that lottie's precognizance makes me INSANE it makes me INSANE INSANE INSANE and i really wanna dig into just a very heavy heady fucked up littel tone here . also i just . i love lottie lee but i cant even think abt them and im excited to Think About Them In A Structured (lmao) Place bc hopefully that will make the process more tenable!!!!!!

10. How would you describe your writing process?

i've often described it as "building the ship as i sail it" . i love to outline, it's the way that i can write the quickest and with the most energy -- i like basically having little story headings for plot beats, and writing each segment, bc then i can have in my head exactly what im building towards, and can keep a sense of pacing in my head bc i know what else the story is going to contain . but also this allows me to write things out of order , while still having a general sense of the shape of the overall story, bc otherwise things can get really topsy turvy in my head.

but also im a big outliner-as-i-write. like often i will start out with a few story headings that are very sparse, and as i get the idea for one, ill get a sense of how to flesh out another, and im gradually filling in the whole picture, which each part interconnecting to and allowing me to fill in other parts.

like, i guess i write in the same way i solve crossword puzzles.

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

ooh okay -- gonna keep it to fic bc again my original writing is my Sensitive Little Boy (and also i aim 2 have more of that published n and dont want to connect my tiny internet corner to my public writing, in the interest of current n future privacy). but!!!! the two fics ive had in my head the longest i think are both from my spike fluff series:

a spuffy happily ever after wedding fic . exactly what it sounds like on the tin . spuffy getting married - their engagement and wedding and them establishing their life together . also an Everyone-Lives fic, literally partly bc i just want it to be the fluffiest lightest thing possible, and partly bc (as ive demonstrated lol) i simply love writing a Big Chaotic Wedding Where Everyone Is In the Room and Interacting . so like, jenny is alive and wesley and and cordelia and anya and tara and fred and everybody and probably even also joyce-- not kendra just bc i cant undo her death without changing too much of the timeline? but i am Trying to find a way to work her in like, idk maybe ghost kendra is at the wedding idk guys. anyway i love this fic so much i have so much of it drafted and just havent had time 2 devote to it yet . but married spuffy is so real to me theyre SO real to ME!!!!!

a spike and harmony do laundry together fic okay hear me out. early s5 . spike finds out harmony has never done laundry . her parents always did it for her and then her minions and after that she legit panicked bc it felt too late to learn and either paid for a cleaners' to do her laundry or just kept stealing new clothes when her old ones were dirty. but then the cleaners refuses to do her laundry anymore bc she killed too many of them . spike finds this out . he's like. you cant do LAUNDRY? harmony is like what like you CAN? he's like yeah i learned last year at xander's (he's very proud). spike and harmony descend on the 24 hour laundromat . it becomes clear that spike is Very Bad At Laundry Still but Moderately Better Than Harmony . they may or may not break several washing machines from bashing them in a fit of rage. gradually harmony becomes the queen of the late night laundromat demon social scene . this fic means so much to me i could cry. also ive never written spike/harmony before and simply put i think they are so FUN . they are SO FUN.

[lostinwoso]

Love your writing as always 🤍

Just a littel fluff is all i needed today

Thank you 🤍

Hope you had a good Monday :)

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B’s Strawberry Patch [Fic]

[~3k words]

[Rating: General Audiences]

[Wammy’s era, backstory stuff. Fluff and trauma.] 

Uhh. I wrote something. 

Apologies for the minor mention of some unintroduced OC’s. Florence and Salle are students at Wammy’s who we know more about in all of the writing I haven’t posted yet. Because.... I’m lazy. but nevermind that, I finally did a little character study on B. Just a littel taste. Here you go.

“B, my boy, you need to get a hobby.”

The words were at first incomprehensible, then surprisingly harsh– At least, coming from Wammy. While he wasn’t exactly soft, he was certainly known to most of the children as kinder than Roger– You wanted to face him with your questions about uncertain feelings, embarrassing problems, normal things that Roger would treat like the rites of a Satanic ritual when discussed around children. Roger was much better at– and some could argue, relished– giving bad news or reprimands. For this reason, when Wammy was stern, B actually listened. 

“I have a hobby.” B frowned, pulling at the loose thread on his sweater. 

Wammy sighed, smiling softly. “B, you haven’t played the piano in months.” B looked up at him sharply, then back to his unravelling sweater.

“Because I’ve mastered it. Am I to play through a composer’s entire life’s work in order to beat it into the ground?” He was growing agitated, and yanked the thread as he spoke, bunching it up. Wammy laughed. 

“I understand, B– You’re entirely devoted to your studies. It’s admirable, and perfectly in tune with what the program is intended for, but it’s also important that you branch out and explore interests not merely for the sake of academia. If it helps, think of them as extracurriculars. The–” He hesitated briefly– “The staff is, well… They’re worried about you. There’s a very high risk of burnout if you carry on this way, and your education and upbringing should be sustainable. You’re not meant to become a world specialist in criminal justice in a year, or even ten. This will take time, B, and while a full force effort is recognized, it is best saved for when it’s asked of you. For now, we are asking you to pace yourself.”

B snorted, snapping the thread. He looked up at Wammy, squinting at him from across his desk. “Well? What do you want me to do?”

Wammy suppressed another sigh with another long-suffering smile. “Whatever you want to do. I suppose you tend to approach things with the goal of mastering, completing, or otherwise overcoming them, and that’s perfectly fine for academics, but perhaps another approach would be better suited for constructive leisure. Have you given much thought to creative pursuits?”

B contemplated this, slumping deeper into the plush armchair beneath him. “I thought music was creative.”

“Well, generally if you compose your own pieces, then yes. But I seem to recall you vehemently refusing to do so when the idea was proposed, unless you’ve changed your mind–”

“No. It would just be another composer’s work in a different form.” 

Wammy laughed. “I believe by your logic, no books are original, as they use the same letters as Chaucer or Dickens. But I follow what you mean, if partially. What about painting, or sculpture?”

B was silent. 

“Well, it doesn’t hurt to try. I know that Mr. Barnes would be more than happy to teach his skills to someone, Lord knows he’s been burdened with his artistic background quite heavily in his time here, being forced to teach history. He’s been nearly bitter at times about it before. It would be a shame to let his other skills go to waste, perhaps the both of you could benefit from it.” Wammy was half-talking to himself by this point, and B could see the plans already formulating in his brain. 

“No.” B knew he was being petulant at this point, but he didn’t want to be having this conversation. If he simply refused everything Wammy suggested, the old man would eventually get frustrated and let B resume his normally scheduled activities. He didn’t understand why it was an issue, really— At first B is told that he must study and work hard in order to receive his promised rewards, but, oh, now not that hard. What this meant, then, was that they all must have underestimated him. B scowled at the thought. Of course they did. After all, he was number two. Maybe this was their twisted way of keeping him in that position.

“If you’re not going to choose something to do, then I will choose something for you. I thought a creative outlet might allow you to expel your energy in a less exhausting way than studies, but perhaps you need something entirely different.” Wammy gazed contemplatively at B, hands folded under his chin. After a moment’s pause, he smiled. 

“I think both the gardens and you might benefit from some hard work.”

~*~ 

Child labor. Wammy’s proposal amounted to child labor, B was sure of it. He and Wammy stood outside the greenhouse, squinting through the midday sun at the gardens surrounding it. While it wasn’t in shambles, it was clear that the greenhouse had been unattended for quite some time, and the bushes over grew, few blooms to snow despite the time of year. B curled his toes into the dirt beneath him, sulking while Wammy examined the area. Weren’t there laws about this sort of thing? 

“Until you find some other activity you’d rather do, you could work in the gardens or the greenhouse— Given it’s cleaned up some, I’m sure you could find a more academic pursuit in botany, perhaps some floristry. However much effort you put into it is entirely up to you, but I’d like you to spend at least an hour out here a day, save for the first two days of the school week, and weather permitting. It would be entirely yours, with no supervision required by staff, although if you wanted advice from the groundskeeper, I’m sure he would be happy to help. Otherwise, you’ll have to think of something yourself.”

B pressed his lips together, folding his arms tightly around himself. It felt like a punishment, entirely unfair. But B could adapt-- he was excellent at suffering. He’d already begun forming his own ideas as to how he’d manage to make this experience bearable (nevermind the fact that Quillsh had just told him he could think of something else, this was a challenge as much as a punishment and B did not refuse challenges,) musing that this would be a fantastic way to fuck off and do as he pleased during school hours. Quillsh didn’t give him enough credit— B wasn’t all studying, with no play. He would let the others drag him on their adventures, smoke cigarette stubs someone had collected from the ground, and carve out grotesque scenes into fallen tree stumps. He couldn’t really offer those outings to Quillsh as a hobby, though, and to be fair, they weren’t very structured activities. They mostly just ended with someone getting a poison ivy rash, or returning to the house with a lunch sack full of worms. 

This particular task was somewhat more restrictive than simply wandering around the grounds around the house-- He’d be within sight of the orphanage, close enough for other people to bother him. But people rarely did linger around the garden much, the other students instead choosing to spend their time roaming, or at the more closely maintained front garden. When he thought about it, B realized he couldn’t really remember the last time anyone paid any mind to the back garden. It was, even for it’s proximity to the house, a place of solitude. It would be his. He considered having a space to himself. 

In Krasnoyarsk, he rarely belonged, and even rarer were things that belonged to him. His instinctive distrust had melted away the more time he spent at Wammy’s, and when Quillsh told him something was his, he believed it.

He liked it. 

The strawberry patch was his.

When exams season neared, the patch wilted. The more demanding the classwork grew, the fewer qualms B had with simply letting the whole thing decay. But in the early summer, like glorious clockwork, the patch thrived, rising to vibrance under B’s distracted attention. It turned out it wasn’t that difficult to get the unmanaged patch to produce fruit.

It needed a great deal of cleaning out, to be sure. He mostly spent his first few days hacking bedgrudgingly at the waist-high weeds that had taken root amongst the main strawberry beds, plotting his violence vengeance on whatever idiotic staff member had presented Quillsh with their ‘concerns.’ He seethed about the idea that he, the top student who was clearly more well-adjusted (and better at being an actual human) than his competitors, would be at risk of ‘burnout.’ His anger cleared the entire patch of several bins of weeds, the rotted wheelbarrow half-submerged in dirt on one end of the gatden, and a few rotted strawberry plants by the end of the week. 

The next day, he trudged out to the garden, and spent most of his hour sitting. Thinking. Mostly thinking about how ridiculous it was that he was out here, staring at a clean, barren garden, while the boy who could obliterate his name from the pages of history itself sat inside, likely miles ahead of him. He thought of ripping the remaining strawberry plants out of the ground, shredding their roots and small, light grean leaves, abandoning the whole project, giving Quillsh the finger, and kicking A’s ass. Intellectually and physically. 

He couldn’t. Instead, he found a hose, blasted the tiny plants with water, then went back inside for the day. For a few weeks, stewing and watering the plants was all he really did.

Despite this, He was greeted by mid-summer with tiny green berries. He thought at first that some sort of larvae had attached itself to the flowering plants, but was struck with awe when he realized they’d produced fruit. He’d produced fruit, in a way. The sight of actual progress made him forget his plans for vengeance, and the bitterness in his mind was replace with all sorts of ideas for what he could do with the berries when they ripened. He was now motivated partly by the occasional desire to simply get away from the house, and moreover the thought of the house cook’s strawberry rhubarb pie. He became far more troubled with actually getting the patch to produce more fruit than actually managing it, and paid no mind when the roaming plants took root in the tulip beds across the garden. He did eventually clean out the greenhouse, reasoning that he’d need somewhere to store his supplies, and it didn’t hurt that some of the overgrown herb planters were salvageable. 

That old bastard really had convinced him to engage in manual labor, but B had begun to like it. He liked the solitude, the feeling of protective satisfaction with his plants, and the signs of nature shown on his tanning skin in dirt and sweat when he returned to the house for the night. Roger would mutter about hiring a gardener on occasion, shaking his head at the sight of strawberry runners creeping alongside his office window (his office, which was set on the opposite side of the house from the garden, a good ways away from it) and B would pay him no mind. In the long run, both Roger and Quillsh were relieved B had found a less destructive hobby, and they no longer had to worry about finding half-completed, amateurish taxidermied roadkill in the staff’s records room.

As the patch flourished, B flourished in turn. He woke up at sunrise each day, slinking out of the house in his slippers to check the patch, evaluating whether or not he’d harvest today or tomorrow. He was immeasurable ecstatic after his first harvest, proudly presenting a basket of small, red, wrinkly strawberries to the house cook. Considering how ridiculously the patch had sprawled out, it was a rather sad harvest, but B was immensely proud of himself. He tucked away three of the jars of strawberry jam the cook used them for for himself, two to eat, and one to just look at. 

All things considered, B was beginning to grow into a reasonably well-rounded child. More than he’d previously considered himself to be, at any rate. He didn’t want to admit that Quillsh was right, but finding  his life no longer restrained to his studies gave him a certain level of peace. He snapped at his class partners less, and paid less attention to Roger’s lectures. He spent them staring out the window, lips twitching as he held back a smile at the sight of a tiny red berry on the window ledge. He even shared his precious jam with a few of his friends, out on one of their free-roaming adventures. Florence had brought the fancy crackers the cook kept hidden above the refridgerator, and they ate them together in silence, all agreeing wordlessly that it was the best jam any of them had ever eaten. B didn’t like the attention the patch had begun to draw from both students and staff, but it was mostly by reputation. It was a sacred site, and although the younger students still whined at the cooks to make more strawberry crumble, B and the patch itself were mostly left alone. 

His menacing attitude that had previously caused other students to give him a wide berth wasn’t as effective as it once was, and though still not by everyone, he became liked. The cook was particularly fond of him, and although he didn’t mean for it, the ventures with jam and crackers in the forested grounds created a different kind of dynamic between him and his friends. He still got into fights, but more often, it was in defense of someone else-- Not himself. The violence wasn’t really needed in any of the circumstances he found himself in, but Salle in particular, who had a similar appetite for vengeance, but a smaller stature than would allow it, appreciated the thought. He became as protective of his friends as he did his garden.

He found that it was good to be loved, even if the price was learning to love in return. He still did not grant any attention to new students, and still despised certain teachers, but he’d finally found himself on solid ground. He’d given himself enough room for vulnerability. 

He didn’t like it. 

At least, he told himself he didn’t like it. There’d be a day where it all came crashing down, where someone betrayed him, or he was hurt, and he’d have to move again, and he’d return to drifting between places that were never homes, finding barren field after barren field. He knew it wasn’t right to feel as comfortable as he did, but despite his natural instincts, couldn’t dwell on his pessimism for long. B was starting to really believe he’d found a place where he belonged. A home.

The only thing standing in his way was A. 

A had the one thing B did not– Approval. The title, the position, the chance for everything B was working towards. In the grand scheme of things, the strawberry patch didn’t matter. Even his friends, as helpful as they were, did not matter. There was only one thing that really mattered, and he couldn’t afford to soften and let the competition win.

A was number one. He was soaring ahead of B, it seemed, and the staff treated him like some kind of child-angel, like a superhuman being who could cure any disease with a touch of the hand. It drove him insane. Before he saw his own growth, he saw A’s growth. He saw A continuing to excel, to get ahead of him, in front of him, above him. The warmth he felt when receiving praise from the house cook for his progress in their lessons was instantly washed away with a cold jealousy for the reverent silence that overtook the room when A walked in. 

A did not have hobbies. A’s inhumanity, which B had previously regarded as a weakness, was really his strength. A was never told to engage more in extracurriculars to avoid burnout– A was pushed, and pushed, and pushed because he could take it. B couldn’t. That’s what it was. He figured it out one day, two years after his work on the strawberry patch had begun. He was passing by the staff break room; the door was left cracked open, and he couldn’t help but eavesdrop. He didn’t intend on doing so for very long, but the sound of his name made his feet turn to lead.

“Yes, he’s doing well. He’s never cooperated this well with the structure before. Nearly no complaints from the infirmary this month, which is pretty remarkable. It’ll really be beneficial for him, he’s learning skills he might need later to… Well, you know.” A hum of acknowledgement from another voice. “I just don’t think he’ll take it as well as the others would. Like A.”

He didn’t know exactly what they were talking about, but he had a pretty good guess. These weren’t good intentions. They were just being proactive. All of them– the staff, Roger, Quillsh– they weren’t enriching his education.

They were softening a blow.

Florence finds him one afternoon ripping up the strawberry patch. He’s not harvesting, the berries scattered on the ground around him are already mushy and overripe, moldy bits sticking to each other in the sweaty August sun. He was uprooting them, ripping apart leaves, kicking clumps of dirt over his plants. His hair stuck to his forehead, plastered in sweat, a grim expression on his face. His shirt was stained with fruit pulp, and his hands were black from digging in the rich dirt he’d so carefully fertilized the growing season before. He didn’t look at her, and continued to destroy the beds. After that point, and for the remainder of his stay at Wammy’s, the garden remained empty. The plants rotted. The weeds returned.