#nowhere to run (from my boop)

[insanityisdivine]

Me booping to be booped in return

[thezombieprostitute]

Would werewolf Steve take me apple picking and help me bake apple pie and let me boop his nose with flour? I’m in a very fall mood today.

I haven't thought about Werewolf Steve in such a long time!

Warnings: Mild/implied smut.

The Northern Forests are absolutely gorgeous this time of year. All the different leaf colors make the forest look breathtaking. The only thing more beautiful, to Steve, was you.

It's been over a year since you woke up to a muscly, hairy man rowing you down the river to get medical assistance. In that time you and Steve grew closer than he imagined he could ever let himself get. You were more curious than afraid of his wolf side. You showed him unending trust that he longed to live up to. You even got him willing to go out and interact with people more and more.

While the two of you were living in the middle of nowhere, you focused on your nature photography and conservation efforts, and Steve found himself getting back into painting and drawing. It was a side of himself he had shut down in favor of keeping himself, his wolf, under control. After his first transformation around you, where you hadn't run in fear, and he hadn't attacked you, Steve soon learned his wolf needed freedom, not a prison. His artistic side, his protective nature, his need to look after others, those were the things that would keep his wolf side from destroying everything around him.

So when the autumn hits, Steve is more than happy to take you to some of the nearby farms and orchards. He's gone from being a recluse to feeling excited to go out and do things with you. He makes sure you don't have to do any of the heavy lifting, almost appearing to have inhuman strength until you chide him. He can be a little careless about keeping his werewolf nature a secret when it comes to showing off for you.

Other than that, things go well until you have an almost literal run-in with one of the young men working at the orchard.

"Ope, sorry about that, Ma'am," the young man quickly apologizes.

"It's fine," you assure. "I should've looked where I was going."

Steve is standing behind you, your back to his chest. You swear you can feel his growl. The young man makes the briefest eye contact with him before ducking his head and carefully backing away, still apologizing. You try to turn around to look at him but Steve wraps his arms tightly around you and runs his nose along your neck.

"Steve, you can't do that," you scold him. "It was an accident."

"He touched you," Steve quietly growled. "Almost hurt you."

"Steve? Are you...are you okay?"

He nips your neck, making your breath hitch. "Need to get you home."

"We gotta pay for these apples, first," you tell him. He grumbles but acquiesces.

At home, Steve doesn't even let you grab the apples out of the truck, mumbling promises of getting them later. He's thrown you over his shoulder and is carrying you into the house. You laugh and call him a caveman, causing him to smack your ass. He gets you on the couch before ripping your clothes off of you and throwing your legs over his shoulders.

Several hours later Steve keeps his promise of getting the apples for you. You're sitting at the table because your legs aren't working at the moment. He actually looks guilty as he places the baskets of apples on the table for you.

"I'm sorry about that," he says. "I don't know what came over me. I just...I know it was an accident but seeing that guy touch you, I...I guess I got a little..."

"Territorial?" You finish for him.

"Yeah, that," he nods. "I had this uncontrollable urge, a need, to cover you in my scent. Mark you as mine."

"Well you certainly succeeded," you chuckle. "Now get to helping me peel and slice some of these apples for pies."

Steve smiles. Domestic bliss was something he was certain he'd never be allowed after becoming a werewolf. But you've upturned his world in the best possible ways. You turned this place from a house to a home, making it a refuge, not a Fortress of Solitude. As you carry on with the baking, filling the kitchen with the delightful aromas of apples and cinnamon, Steve still can't keep his hands off of you. His excuse is that you were so weak kneed before he's gotta keep his arms wrapped around you so you don't fall. He doesn't even bat an eye when you boop his nose with a flour covered finger. He just wipes off the flour by nuzzling your neck, making you laugh.

As the night approaches, Steve's wolf becomes more awake. Steve can tell it's trying to get his attention about something but he can't figure it out. That night he's more restless than usual, but it's nowhere near the full moon. Not wanting to worry you, he tells you he's going to go do a territory check to burn off some energy. Though he's gotten better about transforming in front of you, he still waits until he's sure you're asleep before doing so.

In wolf form, Steve takes a deep breath, gathering information. There is something different. Something that wasn't there before. He wants to investigate it but his wolf form is in charge and is insistent on doing the territory check. It seems extra focused on security. He spends much of the night making his rounds before finally investigating the source of the new scent. As he gets closer to home, the scent shows up again. It grows stronger as he gets inside the house. Maybe it's the apples? The baking? Steve thinks. He swears he feels his wolf roll its eyes at him.

They get to the bedroom where you're sleeping and that's when it hits him. She's pregnant! Steve's wolf lightly growls in confirmation. The two are aligned in this moment in their desire to keep you, and their pup, safe. But how is Steve going to tell you?

Tagging: @alicedopey; @darsynia; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @ronearoundblindly

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

A New Treatment - Part 2

Summary: Lullaby has managed to treat Most of Lana's issues regarding the invasive bond of the Silver menace, but the issue is by no means resolved. So now the question remains, how does one move forward when the path is blocked by an adversary that is both stubborn and lethally competent? 

Warning: Emotional Breakdown , Eavesdropping

Previous Chapter : Here 💙

Next Chapter: Currently Unknown

First in the Series : Here 💛

I must give the usual kudos to @kit-williams and @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan for use of their ocs!

Other awesome creators in the husbandry sphere include BUT are not limited to...

@sleepyfan-blog @egrets-not-regrets @legionsofthehungry

@passionofthesith @bispecsual @bleedingichorhearts @beckyninja

@moodymisty @boop-le-snoot @angronsjewelbeetle @jaghatai-khock

The guestroom is dark, save for the afternoon sunlight streaming through the shear curtains. You'd asked Khopesh to turn off the lights when he'd carried you in here. 

He always carries you. When will you stop being useless and carry him for a change? 

Shut up! 

Now you're both laying against the headboard of the reinforced bed, you wouldn't ask Khopesh to doff his armor in a strange place, even if you desperately want to feel his warmth and more of his skin against yours. 

You burrow your face deeper into the crook of his neck, and force yourself to drown out those awful thoughts with the sounds from his heartbeats and purring. It's not happy purring, but he's doing it to make you feel better. And you feel like if he stops holding you, your entire self will break apart. 

But you know Khopesh won't do that, but it doesn't stop the pain and the fear and the overwhelming sense that things Just Keep Getting WORSE. 

“Why do things keep getting Worse!?” You ask, partially muffled by the skin of his neck. 

Khopesh doesn't have an answer, nor do you expect him to really. But it does surprise you when he asks. “Are you…truly unhappy with our life?” 

You immediately pull back to look in his eyes. “No!” How could he even Think that? You grasp his face, mostly gently and emphatically tell him. “No! NO! Sweetness you are the Light of this life!” You plead, but nowhere near done. “You Are the warm shadows that hold and protect me at night! You're the laughter I feel in my gut when I see your face each morning and I think about your goofy antics! You're The best damn thing I've Ever been able to hold and call mine!” You promise, and pull his head to your chest. “I'm sick of anything and everything that keeps getting in the Way of that!” You growl. 

You feel Khopesh smile against your chest, as his arms wrap you closer. You both stay that way for a moment. 

“I'm…tired,” You admit, and begin running your fingers through your Khopesh's hair. “We should've been able to just stay Home today.” 

Khopesh shifts his gaze to yours. “Do you wish to leave? Because if so I will carry you out that door and you will Never have to even Think of this place again.” He promises, and you know he means it. 

You smile at his consideration, then sigh. “No…there's still more that Needs to be done.” You'd already told him Who that silver magic belonged to. “Besides…It's not Lana's fault she's caught magic jeebies from an asshole.” Your words cause Khopesh to snort and chuckle. You smile, and take a moment to just breathe in Khopesh's scent. 

“...Do you regret coming here?” Khopesh asks you. 

You take a moment, and then you shake your head. “No…I don't. Because I can't regret helping someone who needed it. I just don't…like being caught off guard.”

Khopesh hmms, adjusting his hold slightly so he can trace his nose along your jaw. He inhales your breath, he can feel the pumping of your blood through your veins.

God you wish you could both be having reunion sex in the shower right now.  

You inhale deeply, and exhale. Then you repeat that a few times. You sit back and look Khopesh in the eye. “We should go back out now. Lana deserves to know what's going on.”

Khopesh smiles softly. “Then so it shall be.” He begins to shift so you can both dismount the bed. 

“But yeah when we get home we're having a LOOOOONG fucking nap. And a hot shower before that.” You declare, sliding down the bed to stand on the floor and offering your hand to Khopesh. 

The Nightlord smiles as he takes your hand and ‘pulls’ himself up to stand. “Hot as in the temperature or hot as in…” He cocks an eyebrow. 

“Both.” 

“Yes!” Khopesh purrs and walks with you to the door. 

At which point you hear some scuffling and whispering. 

“Back up dammit.”

“Can you hear anything?” 

“Even if I did I'm Not telling you and Move your elbow Hydra!” 

“Gee snappy snappy Hatchling.” 

“I am Not your hatchling!” 

“You’re certainly whining like one.” 

“Aren't you all supposed to be giving them some Space?” A voice slightly further away asks the bickering space marines. 

“Shit!”

“I Told you this wasn't your business face stealers!” 

“Oh that's rich coming from you, tell me, who snuck down here and pressed their ear to the door first?” 

“That's not!..I'm not! They are Both my Family! It's different!”

“So eavesdropping is Fine as long as it's Family. Right…”

“You all need to back up.”

“Wait, I think I hear something!” Followed by a few small sounds pressing to the door. 

You turn and smile at Khopesh who can tell you've got mischief on your mind. He smiles back and you take that exact moment to open the door. 

Thunk! THunK! THUNK! 

A stumbling gaggle of Space Marines fall into the room. Claude, then two of the Hydras…it's actually Talos and Keed, you Think. 

“Oof! Ah Brother! Lullaby! We were-I mean I- ah, I was just…” Claude fumbles. 

“Eavesdropping?” Khopesh smiles pointedly. “Really Claude I thought I taught you better.”

Claude sighs, and deflates a bit. “I know…” He works to get to his feet with a quickly muttered. “Get off.” To the hydras, who acquiesce with some more grumbling about Claude being prickly. 

“You got worried,” You address Claude as he stands, and take his armored hand. “I appreciate it sweetie. But Khopesh is right, it's better to give people space when they need it instead of hanging outside doorways.”

“Well no, I mean I taught him how to eavesdrop better than That.” Khopesh corrects. 

You turn to your Love, your Light, your shining moon with that Fucking Audacity and he greets your look with a smile. 

“The damn Audacity on you!” You chastise but there's laughter under your words. “I should make You repair the bathroom door for that!” 

Khopesh's teeth show as he smiles with delight. “Oh but my Love you Know I'm no good with builder's tools! You'll just have to find some other way to…correct me.~” He purrs, bringing his face close.

A blush erupts over your face, and you huff with a “Hush you!” before turning back to the door and proceeding on your way. 

The Hydras make room, and Khopesh follows you like a shadow once more. Claude follows on the other side and you see Anrir in the hallway. 

His ancient eyes regard you with a level look. “How are you feeling?” He asks. 

You quirk a half smile. “I'm well enough to talk about where we go from here.” You reply. “Something tells me this won't be an easy patch of road ahead, for Any of us.” You walk on, shaking your head. 

“Oh joy…” Anrir groans, but doesn't argue. 

Your group proceeds back to the living room, and the attached dining/kitchen area where sounds of upbeat chatter are emanating. 

At the table eating the various take out items the Hydra's had brought, were Lana, Orlys, and Zarius. Zariel was sat there as well, clearly taking some time to have Lana in his arms. 

If he's the busiest of the shoal he may get far less time with her. He and the others are also probably happy to see her eating well. The dining group turns to you as they see you. Lana jumps up. 

“Are you okay?” She fusses worriedly, then turns to grab a mug from the counter and a kettle of hot water. “Here, let's pour you that cup of tea I promised, any preference for type?”

You smile at her generosity. “I'll take green tea with milk and sugar if you've got it.” You pull out a chair and sit down. The others follow suit, sitting or standing in the dining area. 

Lana nods with an “Of course,” before she gathers those items, and gives them to you so you can prepare your cup. While it steeps you fold your hands and take a breath. 

Time to try…and explain. Khopesh is sitting next to you, providing you silent support. 

“So…I'm sure you're wondering why…everything.” You begin, opening your hands. “While I can't explain Everything…I can tell you what I saw. And what I Think is causing your issues.”

Lana holds her own mug, and her face shows concern for your tone. “But I thought you managed to treat me. I already feel so much better.” She assures. 

You smile, but it doesn't touch your eyes. “I've treated your current symptoms.” You correct. “But the root cause is still very much a problem. One that we'll need your input on how to address given…the exact nature of it.” 

“Okay,” Lana agrees. 

How to put this? “So…You've got what Looks like the roots of an intense bond. And the being it came from is a Silver Space Marine who attacked my Astarte friends and family and is now being held in custody.” You say. “And he knows about my abilities because I used them to help defeat him. And if he didn't already know he Definitely knows now because I was somehow able to jump into his head when I touched the main source of the silver magic. Aaaaand I'm pretty sure he wants me dead for that. Well…More dead anyway.”

A moment passes. And Everyone in the room doesn't truly know how to react, even those who already know most of this information. 

“Also I think the invasive bond is messing with the bonds from your Alpha Legion Marines And your life force in general, which caused your symptoms.” You explain further. “So if we can't get rid of the main vine the exhaustion and pain will just keep coming back as the invasive tendrils regrow.”

Lana's face is so…so heartbreakingly hurt and confused looking. Zariel holds her closer, and her other Hydras crowd around her. “But…I don't understand? How could this have happened? I've never even Met a silver space marine, let alone whoever you're talking about!?”

You bite your lip, you'd been thinking about that while decompressing, and a painful Painful possibility had come to mind. 

“I'm afraid it might be…My Fault.” You say, flexing your grasped hands together. It's a soothing motion. 

Zariel looks at you incredulously. “How on Earth could you be responsible for Any of this?” The other Hyrdas murmur similar sentiments. Keed particularly looks concerned or…frightened? 

“Lullaby…?” Khopesh asks worriedly, wrapping an arm around you. 

You take a deep breath. “When my Family had that encounter with Draco- the Silver  Space Marine. I used my powers to absorb his psychery, and empower my loved ones.” You state. “But I absorbed too much, and ended up having to expel it. I was able to ground some of it with help but…” You swallow. “The rest forced its way out in a scream.”

Anrir interjects. “Dear child, do you really think an invasive bond could form from that?”

You look to Anrir then to Lana as you speak. “We know I can help bonds form if the two parties are close enough together. And I have No Idea how far that scream traveled, but it's possible that if you happened to be in the radius it could cause some of the silver magic to…reach your soul and seed the bond?” You explain. 

“This is speculation…but I can't help but feel it's a possibility and I'm so, So Sorry, for pulling you into all this.” You say, feeling tears begin to prick at your eyes again. 

After a moment, Lana reaches out and grasps your hand. “Please don't blame yourself, I mean…you couldn't have known your power would do that. If that's even what happened in the first place.” She pleads with you through her eyes. “This is Not your fault.”

You wish you could believe that as deeply as she seems to. But before you can move to your next point, Keed speaks up. 

“Indeed, it is Not the only possibility.” He states grimly.

The others look at him, Lana included. They note his fear and…like he's remembering something painful. “Keedy?” Lana asks, reaching for him. 

Keed takes her hand, and brings it to his lips. “Forgive me my precious jewel. But I have withheld something from you.”

“Are you sure you wish to discuss it?” Zarial asks his shoal mate. But Anrir interjects. 

“After All that has happened I feel I must Insist that you do.” He says, and you feel your stomach twinge a bit at the growl under his tone. 

Orlys shoots him a look. “The experience was Not a pleasant one. Give him a moment.” 

“I will give him as many moments as he needs, but my patience is Not limitless.” Anrir responds cooly. 

“You needn't tell me twice.” Keed assures. “I did not explain this as I Hoped this could be resolved without bringing it up. In fact I'd hoped to put the entire event behind me and Never have to consider it again. But…I Too have had an Encounter, with the Space Marine you speak of.”

Khopesh's arm wraps around your shoulders just a hair tighter. “You Knew where the malignant psychery came from, and you Did Not tell us?”

“As I said, I Desperately wanted it to not be needed. I could see and recognize the psychery and it's origin…but I had No Idea that it had actually latched onto Lana as an intense bond.” Keed elaborates. “As Talos told you, we noticed Lana's condition began to deteriorate about two months ago and before the most recent Sanguinala celebration. Slightly Before that, is when…He found me.” 

You note how Keed shudders, but he composes himself quickly and continues. 

“I was just walking home after a patrol. And I suppose he thought I was an easy mark.” He growls. “It must've been shortly after he was zapped here. He…he invaded my Mind, he Plundered my memories for information.” He breathes sharply. “And I Know he could've seen Lana, there.”

Realizing what he's implying, you ask a plaintive question. “Do you think Him seeing Lana through Your memories could be enough to seed a bond?”

Keed lets out a heavy breath. “I don't know…after he'd violated my mind. He placed a mental block upon my memories so that I would not remember seeing him. Pfft! It's almost Merciful compared to what most Grey Knights would usually do.” He shakes his head. “After that I went about my normal life until my brothers pointed out the gaps in my memory, and I could get the block removed. The bastard even had the Audacity to attach a small psychic flare to the block, so that when it was undone it would lash out at whoever tried to remove it.”

He rubs the bridge of his nose as he finishes. “Fortunately, it wasn't able to cause much harm due to Ancient Terra's psychic weakening effect. I thought I could put this aside but now I Wonder…could seeing our precious jewel through My memories, or even coming home with the silver bastard's spell still attached to me…could That be the reason our Lana was affected so?”

“I…I don't know…” You hmm, and decide to mix your tea and take a sip. “But I guess no matter how it happened…we have to figure out how to move forward.”

The Hydras glance between each other, perhaps having another mental exchange. Eventually Zarius speaks. 

“What are our options?” 

It takes you a moment, but you are actually a little shaken by them addressing you so directly. I mean up until this point your figured it would be: do your magic removal services and bounce but now…

Now things are far Far more complicated, and this group of Alpha Legion who are far more experienced and dangerous than you could ever be…are looking to you for guidance. 

You glance to Anrir, who gives you a weary smile. “The ball is..How do you say? In your court my child. It has to be as you are the only one here who can affect bonds.”

You take a moment, then you nod, and fold your hands together to think. 

Then you speak. “Well the way I see it we have two options.” You announce. “Option one is leaving the intense bond as it is. I'm pretty sure it would be called…incomplete at this stage, and we develop a schedule where I can treat Lana regularly so the bond's effects don't have a chance to become so severe again. The drawbacks would of course be travel for either of us as Lana would have to come to me or vis versa. I also won't disregard the possibility of diminishing returns…no that's not the right world ah…”

“Medicinal Resistance?” Anrir supplies. 

You snap your fingers. “That! Yes, there's no guarantee my treatments will remain effective, for all we know every time we trim the bond back it could just regrow faster each time. And that's not even considering the risk of jumping into the Silver bitch's brain again by accident.” 

You lift your other hand for emphasis. “The Other option is bond rejection, if you refuse it the bond will die and wither and I'll be able to swoop in and prune it the rest of the way.” You say. “Come to think of it I might have to prune the bond from His side in order for it to be properly removed and not affect the Hydra bonds more.”

Lana leans forward. “Rejection. No question!” She states emphatically. “There's no way I'd want to be bonded to someone like that!”

A beat passes, and you almost expect to get a call from Hura about Draco thrashing in agony from the bond snapping. But…nothing seems to change. 

Lana follows up. “So…how do I do that?”

You chew and shift your lips around as you think. “Good…question. I mean in theory saying ‘I don't want this’ should be enough but…” You pull on your warp sight and…

The ugly silver Tumor is still there. You cuss under your breath. 

“Yeah of course it's not gonna be that easy…” You sigh, putting your head in your hands. 

Anrir strokes his chin. “Well…you did say the bond seems incomplete. Perhaps it must be made complete Before it can be refused?”

You stare at him. “Are you saying we have to bring Lana to Him?”

““ABSOLUTELY NOT!”” Keed and Zarius snarl in unison which startles you and causes Khopesh to grab you into his lap. 

“You must be Losing your Mind in your old age, Nightlord! If you think we'll let our Lana anywhere Near that Monster!” Zarius actually stalks over to Anrir, but before he can get properly in his face (bad idea, bad bad idea) Claude gets in his way. 

Anrir remains completely calm, but does speak slightly louder so he can be heard over Claude's defensive growls. “I believe this is your mate's choice as She is the one affected.”

Zarius's growls cut off and he whips his face towards Lana with a panicked expression. All the other Hydras look at her with similar expressions. 

Lana thinks for a moment then meets Anrir's eyes. “You know what? Yes.”

“Lana!” “Precious jewel you Cannot be serious!” “It's far too dangerous!”

“Enough.” The protests cut off with that single word, and she slides down from Zariel's lap and approaches Anrir with a confidence fueled by rage. 

“Let's go Meet this…what did you say he was?”

“Grey Knight.” 

“Fuckface, got it.” Lana nods. 

Zarius and Keed both try to plead directly with Lana. “My Pearl Please, you don't know how Dangerous he is!” “He could invade your mind and do Throne knows What to it Please Reconsider!”

Lana turns to the Hydras with a sharp look. “I want to see him. Not because he's apparently bonded to me, but Because I want to give him a damn piece of my mind!” She states. “He's made All out lives so much harder and for What!?”

Claude chimes in. “Ah…at the time he insisted the psychery inclined Scouts come with him to receive more…training. Ugh.”

“Abuse, he was going to ‘train’ them with abuse.” You supply, flexing your fingers with displeasure. 

Lana gestures emphatically at your explanations. “See!? Even if Nothing else can be done. I want to march up to that…that…that Son of a Bitch and tell him! I wanna tell him he's Damn well out of Luck because I've already got some Great Astartes for partners and I Don't Want Him!” 

The Hydras seem touched by Lana's compliment towards them. “Oh Lana…”

Zarius cooes, wrapping her in his arms. 

The others follow soon, they're still unsure but…they love their Lana and want her to get better. 

Also seeing her chew out the Grey Knight would be Amazing, if also stressful and scary to think of her being that close to such a monstrous beast. 

Finally Talos speaks up. “You won't let him replace us right…if the bond ends up sticking?” He asks and his voice is so, so painfully genuine. 

Lana pulls back a bit so she can look him in the eye. “Never!” She promises, bringing her hand up to gently brush his face. “Even if he Didn't do all those awful things and approached me like the perfect gentleman…I'd never oust Any of you for him. You're not dolls or toys to be thrown away when a new shiny one comes. You're Mine, and you're…you're damn near the best things I've ever loved.”

“”’’💙 LANA! 💙""” The Hydras cry in unison and hold her even tighter. They press enthusiastic kisses to her face and she giggles at the ticklish feeling of being overwhelmed by affection. 

You smile at the scene, and feel a familiar warmth bloom in your chest. You turn to Khopesh, who smiles at you but is also wrinkling his nose a Little bit at the abundant PDA going on. But he can't deny he'd do the same to you if there were five of him. So he decides to focus on pressing his lips to your forehead. 

Anrir and Claude stand by, one imagining his own bonded love, and the other well…

“If I ever get bonded will I become so…forward?” Claude asks his adopted father, which causes Anrir to chuckle. 

“Perhaps, perhaps not my boy.” He answers, with a smile. 

[kellyssfe]

Flowers. Jack loves them, especially a certain one.

——

David wanted to suprise Jack by showing up at his selling spot during his lunch. He has around 35 minutes before his 4th period begans, so he  walks as fast as his legs will let him. What suprises him is Jack isnt where he always is, he’s nowhere around it and Davey knows this because he’s done 3 laps around the block with still no sign of Jack.

He checks his pocketwatch, only 25 minutes left before he has to go back. He’s a bit worried now, pacing around the town. That is until he hears a voice he recognizes, he follows it, leading him to a a bench next to a flower valley. It also led him to who he was looking for, plus an extra friend, Molly. The dog Jack had come running with in excitement to Davey just two weeks before. He watched the two from behind a wall, listening. 

“-my’s ma use to say amaryllis symbolize strength, and beauty, and all that shit. They are beautiful,” 

Jack plays with the flower in his hand, booping it on Mollys nose, she barks.

 “she’d make flower crowns with them all the time, made us wear them every Easter. I’s never complained tho, they looks nice, and smell nice.”  

He then looks up to the sky, blinking a few times then popping up from his seat. 

“Well Molls, these papes wont sell themselves huh? Maybe ya will help me sell easier, a poor boy who doesnt have enough money to feed his puppy. We is like partners in crime.” 

Davey blinks, then just like that Jack is already gone. He thinks, Jack never seemed like the type to like flowers, atleast the Jack he first met didnt. But the Jack he know’s now makes this not surprising, and the whole walk back to school he’s thinking.

——

The 22nd, thats when David became a newsie, got 19 newspapers instead of 20, two seconds later he had another 50, because of Jack. That was the 2nd encounter he had with him, after getting shoved by him minutes before. 

So, when the 22nd came around he stopped by a flower shop on the way back from school 3 blocks from his family’s apartment. 

“David!” 

“Hey Josephine” He smiled, Josephine was a 18 year old girl with red hair and heterochromia, one eye crystal blue and the other an emerald green. Davey had known her basically for as long as he had been alive, her and Sarah were childhood friends. 

“What brings you here?” she gasp, “Oh my goodness, for a girl?” This makes Davey chuckle. “Sure something like that, say do you have uhm… dang what was it called again..” 

“Describe it, I betcha I could figure it out” “Lets see, they symbolize strength and beauty. Started with an A I think..”

Josephine giggles, “Basically every flower ever symbolizes beauty. Starts with an A though, maybe ajuga’s, alpinia’s, amicia’s, asters’s, amaryllis’s, adonis’s, athryiums-“

 “Thats it!”

“What, athryiums?” 

“No no, amaryllis’s”

“Those are nice ones, real pretty! Ya want some for your sweetheart?” Davey blushes, flustered. Even though him and Jack were together it still felt unreal. Even if she was talking about a girl, when in all reality it was a guy. Didnt make how he felt any less different.

“How many of those can I get for say, two dollars?” “Usually around 3-5, but I’ll give you 7 free if you’d like. Only because I like you, your a good kid and I’m glad you’ve met someone!”

“You don’t have to do that-“ “I insist. What color?” He tries remembering what color the flower was Jack had. “Red.” Was that even an amaryllis Jack had? Hopefully. She begans wrapping the flowers in paper, topping it off with a bow at the bottom to keep the paper steady, handing it to Davey. He pulls out two dollars and hands it to Josephine, she turns it down. “I told you, free the first time.” “Please Josie, take it, really.” They stare at eachother for what feels like a minute, then she takes the money. “Next time I see you I expect to hear if she liked them.” “Of course.” “Have a good day David! “You to, thank you!” 

He’s expecting Jack at his apartment soon, so he makes his way back home as quick as he can. He runs up the fire escape and hides the boquet under a blanket they laid out there a few nights ago, then runs down to his room and begans studying to bypass the minutes until Jack shows up. 

——

knock 

David looks up from his book, Jack. He gets up and opens the window, jumping outside before Jack can get inside. 

“Where ya goin Davey?”

“Rooftop, come on” 

Davey sits down on the blanket, just next to the boquet and Jack sits down beside him, knees touching. He was excited about giving these to Jack, but now he feel’s nervous… and Jack seems to notice this, because he ask’s about it.

“You ok Davey?” “What? “I said is you ok, you look like ya seen a ghost!” “Oh, uhm, I’m fine. Listen, I have something for you.” 

Jack blinks. 

“Ya got something for…. me?” 

“Yeah, close your eyes and put your hands out” 

To which Jack does, he closes his eyes and stretches out his arms. Now he’s a bit nervous. People don’t get him gifts, its usually him getting people some. But he doesn’t like receiving gifts, only because that means people spend their money on him, and he told the newsies just that, so they dont. He’s pulled out of his thoughts when he feels something in his hands, his nose getting hit with fresh type of smell. 

“Open your eyes”

The first thing he sees is amaryllis, his eyes sparkle. “How… how’d you know I liked these? I…” 

He blinks, he feels water falling down his face. Is he crying? He quickly wipes his eyes and realizes he is infact crying. 

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry did I upset you? I didnt mean to I-“ 

“No no! Ya didnt upset me I just…”

“Thank you. Really. Theys is gorgeous, my ma loved these ya know. They sparkle in a way, their own way.” He stares at the amaryllis again, until he feels Davey kiss his cheek. He hugs Davey, who quickly hugs him back, wiping his tears away. They sit there in silence, holding eachother until the sun sets and the moon rises.

[verysmolnerd]

You know what? Frik it!!! Some characters are getting booped!! By you!! 🐾🐾🐾

Otto Octavius:

He wasn’t expecting it one bit. He was hard at work and this attack came out of nowhere!

You had caught him overworking so many times, you’ve lost count at this point!

So, when it comes to dragging him away from the desk, you’ve gotten more creative.

There are times where you have lured him away by using your newlywed charm, and then there are times when it’s absolutely bonkers.

You’ve pulled him away with his spinny chair, you’ve even pulled it out from under him.

It gets a laugh out of him every time. Why? Because it shows him how much you care. When he loses track of time, you’re there to remind him.

He sometimes gets excited when he notices what time it is. Because it’s time for your mischief again.

You walked up to his chair and rested a hand on his broad shoulder.

“Hello, my dear. How are-“

You booped him right on his crooked nose. 🐾

What was once a look of adoration turned to one of shock. His eyes are wide and mouths agape; he couldn’t make heads or tails of it!

In fact, the piece of machinery that was in his hand fell to the table.

With the power of the boop, You powered off Otto. Cute and absolutely priceless.

Doc Ock:

How many times must he bolt the entrances down?! It seems like you’re always finding ways in here!!

He seems to close off one exit, and then he turns around to see you -his loving partner who’s more stubborn than they should be- arms open ready to embrace him.

You love him far too much, and he can’t take it at times. He’s no longer in control of his body, his free will is gone. He’s a slave to his own creation.

And yet.. you’re still there, for kisses, for comfort… it’s amazing, gobsmacking even. To have someone who will show him the light when he’s stuck in the darkest pits.

Regardless, he’s working nonstop: welding, wiring, or stealing; Doctor Octopus has been always working. Never resting.

He was placing another one of the components for his containment chamber when he heard a crashing noise.

He huffs when he sees that you had fallen out of the air vents. Scabs, dust, and dirt littered your face; but still a smile grazes your features.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you are quick to rise to your feet.

“For the last time. Get out-“

Boop attack!! 🐾🐾

The arms stop whatever they are doing and fall to the ground, limp.

They soon rise up and become docile for a brief moment. Chirping, nearing you.

And Otto? He’s in shock.

He looks at you with an aghast smile appearing on his face as you both discovered a way to fight the actuator’s influences.

The power of the boop. In the palm of your hand.

Maxim Horvath:

You were practicing alongside him. As per usual, he’s showing that tough love you’re so “ever” fond of.

It’s not like you hate training, it’s just that it gets tedious at times and there’s no banter between the two of you.

When you preform a spell correctly, you hear his huff of approval. Yep. That’s your indication.

When it’s time for a break you sit across from him in the fanciest chairs known to man. He has style, you’ll give him that.

He has a critical eye, reading a person is almost second nature to him. He’s been a live for a thousand years, after all.

Nothing seems to catch him off guard anymore, well, you don’t think anything ever did… until later in the evening.

It’s your turn to cook, despite his protests…. So when he took back the stove using magic, you weren’t surprised.

So, you had your own trick up your sleeve as you slowly approach him.

“Whatever you’re trying, I suggest you stop. It’s not going to work-“

Beep bap! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

You laugh at his shocked expression…. But then you start running when the furniture starts floating and is launched at you.

Snidley Whiplash:

With all the criminals piling into the bank, you would think that you’d be shaking in your boots… you’re not.

It’s Snidely and his hang you can see the top hat set atop his proud head as his incompetent criminals part like the sea.

“Give us your money and all of your gold.”

You roll your eyes despite the shouting you’re getting from your boss.

“Or what? You’ll drop an anvil on me?”

An array of clicks could be heard from all the pistols.

“Or we’ll shoot you!”

You can’t even count how many gun muzzles are pointed directly at your head.

Snidely looms over the counter, while you swat away your boss. Silently urging them to call the police. They run away, covering the ulterior motive by saying, “You’re on your own!”

“Hoo hoo,” you almost laugh from his stupid cackle. So you decide to lean forward, challenging him instead.

Snidely starts to lean back, unsure of what you’re planning.

“You think you can oppose, Snidely k Whiplash. Well, thing agai-“

You’ve been hit by🐾🐾 you’ve been struck by🐾🐾a boop criminal!

A blush adorns his face, as does the blinding police sirens outside.

He has heart eyes locked on you while he’s being pushed inside the squad car.

Hugh Weldon:

He had taken you star gazing. A common date, but a lovely one nonetheless.

You happily sit on the blanket while he excitedly tells you everything about the constellations he could see.

You felt like you could be his best student if you weren’t dating. Seeing him smile feels like your lifelong mission… and who are you to deny him of such happiness?

He had draped his coat over your shoulders, smiling with how it essentially swallowed you.

But now, you find that his ways of showing affection are short and sweet while dates are long and romantic. Cute.

He kissed you right before he went to view the stars, leaving you wanting more. So you swore for revenge.

So when he sat next to you, the trap was set.

When he opened his mouth, you got ready to strike.

“I think I saw the Orion constellation-“

He just triggered a boop attack!! 🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾

He laughs and allows you to attack him with kisses as well.

You got him back, in the best way.

Comte de Reynaud:

The spring festival is in full swing, and you couldn’t help but notice that the Comte was watching from afar.

You don’t know why it s a shock to you considering that he’s there every single year after his wife left him.

He always looks so gloomy or cold and calculating. Always looking out for his people, never for himself.

Well, it’s about time someone looked out for him.

You made your way over to him, and you find that his demeanor is a tad bit different. He looks uplifting, like he had a sudden change of heart.

And you’re especially shocked when he asks, “May I have this dance?”

He’s not light on his feet, however, when the music slows…. That’s a different story.

He holds you like a man deeply in love and you couldn’t help, but wonder what caused this change.

When the songs softly decrescendo to an end, he pulls you closer.

“I believe that I-“ he stops himself.

Oh hell no! Boop for answers! 🐾🐾

His eyes flutter as he finishes his sentence, “I love you.”

That passionate look in his eyes was the last thing you saw before he claimed your lips…. And your heart.

Kostya:

The landowner makes frequent visits to your humble shop. You find that he does a lot of the manual work himself alongside others.

You know he likes you, by the way he gazes at you from across your shop. Some of the people who work here as well can see the adoration in his eyes. It’s as clear as day.

However, the shy landowner is famously known for holding his own words. Dying with his own verbal desires.

So, if you wanted anything to do with him, it would be on your own accord. You’d make the first move.

It seems like all the patrons are rooting for you as well, as you tap your fingers on your counter; thinking on what to do.

So when he enters the shop the same time he always does, you’re quick to accompany him; offering your help.

Rather than wanting anything, he takes the opportunity to talk to you. He’s very flustered when he admits it.

Honestly, he’s just a flustered mess to begin with.

“I’m sorry, I-“

Take that! Boop attack! 🐾🐾

His mouth is agape and it seems his flushed expression spread to you.

He quickly composes himself and asks you out on a date. That was his plan after all.

The boops brought him out of his shell.

Armand Gamache:

Reading together in the evenings is a common occurrence between you two.

You sit on his lap while he’s facing the fireplace. Three Pines is a cold and grueling place, but when you’re together, the freezing temperatures don’t appear to be all that bitter.

You’re cuddled right up next to him as he reads the page, pausing for you to read as well.

He had chosen another book about escapism. You’ve read so many with him that you don’t remember the names of the books, just the plot.

You don’t mind at all, you wouldn’t trade these moments for anything. Because normally, it ends up being a de-stressor for the both of you.

However, you were feeling a bit of mischief tonight. You’re always antsy when you’re plotting a scheme, he knows it all too well.

“What are you planning?”

And it was at that moment… he got booped. 🐾

He arches a brow, not sure what to make of this at first.

But then he marks the page he left off in and tightened his embrace on you. Peppering you with kisses until you couldn’t breathe.

Then he boops you as well, making you burst out in laughter.

It seems he has a few tricks of his sleeve as well.

[knoepfl]

Shaggy X Clown Girl headcanons

Shaggy Rogers x Clown Girl Headcanons

Characters:

Shaggy Rogers (from Scooby-Doo)

Reader (female OC, Clown Girl)

Trigger Warnings:

Fear of clowns

Jump scares

Chaos and unpredictability

Light physical humor (e.g., tackling, pranks)

Mild horror elements (e.g., ghosts, haunted settings)

Emotional distress (anxiety, fear)

Masterlist

Words: 1149

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• Her Chaos Matches His Energy – Shaggy is a laid-back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy, but your clown antics keep him constantly on his toes. Whether you're pulling pranks, juggling knives, or sneaking up on him in full clown makeup, he’s both terrified and completely enamored by you.

• He Screams, You Laugh – Whenever the gang investigates a haunted carnival or circus, you take full advantage of the atmosphere to mess with him. Jump scares? Fake severed limbs? Sudden honking noises? He shrieks every time, and you’re living for it.

• Clown Aesthetic, but Make It Cute – Shaggy isn’t the biggest fan of clowns (he’s seen too much), but somehow, you make it work. Whether you wear bright colors, frilly outfits, or creepy face paint, he still calls you the “cutest jester ever.”

• You Make Him Laugh… Even When He Doesn’t Want To – Shaggy may be a scaredy-cat, but your ridiculous sense of humor always breaks his nerves. Even in a ghost chase, you’ll make some absurd joke, and suddenly, he’s giggling between panicked yelps.

• Foodie Couple Goals – You both have insane appetites. Between mystery-solving, your clown performances, and running from ghosts, you burn a lot of calories. Expect date nights filled with absurd food challenges—Shaggy swears you’re the only person who can keep up with him at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

• You Defend His Honor (Dramatically) – If anyone dares call Shaggy a coward, you’re immediately in their face, honking a horn in rage. “How dare you insult my beloved beanpole?! He faces ghosts on a daily basis! Can you say the same?”

• Honk for Comfort – If Shaggy’s ever having a rough day, you’ll pull out a rubber clown nose and gently boop it against his own. It always gets a chuckle, and that’s exactly why you do it.

• Romantic Grand Gestures (Clown Style) – While Shaggy is more lowkey with romance, you love grand, theatrical gestures. Think dramatic, over-the-top serenades, surprise magic tricks that end in a bouquet, and juggling snacks for him like a circus act.

• You Both Run From Ghosts... But Make It Funny – While Shaggy and Scooby are known for their hilarious chase scenes, adding you into the mix turns it into full slapstick chaos. Expect pies to be thrown, acrobatic escapes, and you using honking shoes to confuse the enemy.

• He Adores Your Weirdness – No matter how eccentric, creepy, or chaotic you are, Shaggy absolutely loves you for it. “Like, you may be the wildest chick I’ve ever met, but man… you make life so much fun.”

• "Zoinks, Babe!" – But Affectionately – Shaggy is constantly amazed (and mildly terrified) by your clown antics. Whether you’re walking on stilts out of nowhere, pulling endless scarves from your sleeve, or appearing upside-down in his peripheral vision, his go-to response is always: "Zoinks, babe!" followed by nervous laughter.

• You Turn Every Mystery into a Performance – The gang is investigating a haunted circus? You’re out here hyping the chase scene like a ringmaster. “Ladies and gentlemen, feast your eyes on the mystical, mysterious disappearing ghost! Oh wait, that’s just Fred.”

• You’re His Personal Bodyguard – Everyone assumes Shaggy protects you, but in reality, you are the real threat. If a ghost gets too close, you’re throwing pies, honking a giant horn, or physically tackling the villain in a full-on wrestling move. Nobody messes with your scaredy-cat boyfriend.

• Unexpected Strength – Shaggy jokes about how he’s a noodle, but you? You can lift him effortlessly during your circus routines. The first time you casually picked him up bridal-style, he nearly fainted from shock. Velma and Daphne now find it hilarious to request a “Shaggy lift” on demand.

• Scooby Is Suspicious – Scooby Doo takes a long time to warm up to you. At first, he side-eyes your clown persona, giving Shaggy the "are you sure about this?" look. But after you share your stash of Scooby Snacks and teach him a trick or two, he fully accepts you into the gang.

• Matching Outfits… Kind Of – You absolutely adore dressing up Shaggy in fun, colorful outfits. While he draws the line at full clown makeup, you somehow convince him to wear rainbow suspenders or a goofy polka-dot bowtie on special occasions.

• You’re the Only One Who Can Outsmart Him in Hide-and-Seek – Shaggy and Scooby are masters of hiding when danger is near. But your circus training? Next level. You somehow manage to disappear into thin air, fitting into impossibly small hiding spots. Fred is still trying to figure out how you folded yourself into a popcorn machine once.

• You Scare Him More Than the Ghosts Do – Shaggy is used to haunted mansions and monsters, but nothing nothing compares to you sneaking up behind him and whispering in his ear, “Want to see a magic trick?” Cue immediate flight response.

• Dramatic Date Nights – When it’s just the two of you, you love to make things theatrical. Movie nights? You perform exaggerated reactions to every scene. Picnic dates? You pull a full tablecloth and dinner set out of your pocket. Shaggy finds it hilarious, even if it means never having a “normal” date.

• You’re the First to Jump In, He’s the First to Scream – Ghost chasing the gang? You’re charging at it with a huge mallet while Shaggy is sprinting in the opposite direction. Half the time, you have to reassure him that you have things under control. “Relax, babe, I got this.”

• Shaggy Loves That You’re Fearless – Sure, your clown persona can be chaotic, but one of the things he admires most is how brave you are. Unlike him, you don’t let fear control you. You take risks, embrace the unknown, and always have a joke ready to lighten the mood. Sometimes, when he’s especially anxious, you remind him: “You’re braver than you think, Shaggy.” And that sticks with him.

• When He’s Tired, He Sleeps on Your Lap – After a long mystery-solving day (and running for his life), Shaggy gets so exhausted. The moment you sit down, he flops into your lap like a sleepy golden retriever. You just stroke his hair while he snoozes, and the gang secretly finds it adorable.

• Late-Night Carnival Adventures – Since Shaggy loves fun places (and food), you often take him to abandoned carnivals to explore. He pretends to be spooked, but deep down, he loves how you light up when showing him old circus tricks, hopping on carousels, and flipping on trapezes like it’s nothing.

• You Teach Him Some Clown Tricks – At first, he’s clumsy, but eventually, Shaggy gets pretty good at juggling and basic acrobatics. The first time he successfully flips off a trampoline into your arms, he screams mid-air, but once he lands safely, he shouts, "Like, babe, did you see that?!"

• In the End, He Loves You for Being You – Clown makeup, wild antics, chaos and all—Shaggy absolutely adores you. You make his life unpredictable in the best way, and he wouldn’t trade your colorful, mischievous love for anything in the world.

[citrinae]

mornings with them. (ii)

contents; fluff, suggestive themes, slight angst peppered on nami’s part. i just had to include my favourite girls in this one. and yeah of course i’m pushing the straw hat vivi agenda. cheers 🍷

ft. nami, robin, vivi | masterlist

here for part 1

⋆ ˚｡༄ nami

this is just a personal take, but your first mornings with nami might feel a little lonely. not because she doesn't care about you, of course she does, but she finds it hard to manage this new feeling coming with the thought of you. sometimes she’s nowhere to be found—for minutes you ask about her, wander the hallways of the ship. but you will often find her on deck, checking her log pose, measuring cloud density, or sunbathing. nami isn’t one to necessarily run from affection, and she makes sure to let you know that during the rest of the day, but this form of affection, so pure and intimate, isn’t something she’s really used to. she needs time to accommodate it. 

it’s definitely the most rewarding feeling when, some weeks after officialising your relationship, you open your eyes and she’s there, rays of sunlight cutting into her skin and pulling the corners of her mouth an inch higher. “you mind if i hang around for a bit?” she says, and it feels like honey when it reaches your ear.  

what she likes to do the most during your mornings together is gently push her nose against yours, brush the hair out of your face, and maybe bite your bottom lip if she’s feeling a little more playful than usual. speaking of which, she might rub her leg against yours at times to let you know she’s in the mood. 

nami’s morning routine includes a good amount of things: skincare, clothes, hair. after you start spending the mornings together she will be happy—the happiest—if you join her in the ritual. and just like that the room turns into a runway, with you dressing up and changing into your fit choices for the day, and your girlfriend, leg over leg, coffee in hand, rating and commenting on each. nami trusts and respects your taste; therefore she might also ask for your opinion about what works with what and what doesn’t. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ robin

you wouldn’t admit it to her, but sometimes you wonder whether she sleeps at all (she does). not once have you woken up only to see her seated at her desk, face propped in a palm, studying. however robin is highly perceptive and she will quickly notice if you are awake; she often lets you know this by using her devil fruit powers to boop your nose or lightly tickle you.

it does not take long until she rests on her elbows beside you, looking at you with the warmest smile you’ve seen, asking whether you had a good sleep. she patiently listens to anything you’d tell her, twirling some strands of your hair between her fingers or running gentle touches across your arm. “you’re cute,” eventually leaves her with a small chuckle. she rolls on the side. “go on talking like that and someone might fall for you.” robin likes to lift your chin with her forefinger, drawing you towards her lips. these kisses often lead to something more, not that either would mind, with you needing some stimulus to fully recover from your sleepiness and she needing a break from her reading. 

if the crew is visiting a new island she would prefer to start the day early by exploring and taking any notes for her research. but none of this can happen without you two enjoying your coffee and a sweet treat on a blanket or at an outdoor table somewhere away from the ship. during busier days there are books scattered all around the place, teaspoons and lipglosses and sugar packets often misplaced under paper.

i can see robin feeding you some spoonfuls of her cake. her hand topped on yours, she randomly asks if you have tried this flavour. you say no. she smiles, “here, let me know what you think.” and at this the teaspoon in her hand hovers towards your direction. you open your mouth. “it’s really good,” you say, seconds later. robin’s eyes meet you like a most comforting breeze. “i knew you’d think that.” and not long after that, you are happy to return the gesture. 

⋆ ˚｡༄ vivi

when you open your eyes, the chandelier is the first thing you see. grand, bright, unfamiliar. breath catches in your throat for a moment. then you roll over and your girlfriend’s blue hair reaches your sight; you exhale. vivi meets your gaze with a playful smirk and a forefinger at her mouth, the guards, they will know we’re awake. i’m awake. 

vivi’s schedule is at most times overfilled with summits, audiences, and other royal duties she’s deeply committed to, she will always be, but she knows that the mornings are when she gets to spend the most time with you; so naturally she tries to extend those for as much as possible. especially after her time with the straw hats, i think it became harder for her to switch to her princess persona, and being with you fills her with pretty much the same sense of freedom she felt back then.

at first she would help you leave the palace through the window—quietly, early in the day when stars would still bleed into the skies of the kingdom and no one would be looking, hopping on karoo in a sleepy daze. yet after your relationship was discovered and officialised in the eyes of the people at the court, your mornings would come to mean breakfast with vivi and her father under chandeliers similar to the one in your partner's chamber. 

their conversations include politics and current affairs, setting goals for the near future, they might not even be aware of that. but vivi is still one of the most caring persons there are and she will notice if these either bore or overwhelm you. when this first happens, she will politely excuse both of you from the table. without other formalities she will lead you outside to a place she knows and where she promises that no one will bother you. wrapped in her mantle she keeps two buns of something sweet you can’t tell when she managed to snatch. “habit i picked from one of my friends,” she explains, placing the pastry in your hands and inviting you to cuddle with her at the base of a tree. she estimates an hour until her first meeting. soon enough this will become your spot for whenever you and vivi need some intimacy. 

[montimer]

Joker x hero!reader

he gets ya right into his trap

Warning: bit suggestive, yandere

You could never get a peace of sleep in gotham. And he made sure that he did not leave your mind. You didn't leave his so its only fair.

You ran to arkham as fast as you could when you heard that he has taken over the whole place. Unknown to you he knew you were coming, he knew how much you cared for all the scum in this city. You just couldn't let something bad happen. But to him, you were running straight to him. Just right into his trap.

While you wondered around the place, he kept talking to you through the speakers. Sometimes he himself showing up on tv's.

He watched your every move. Commented on it too, maybe giving hints sometimes too.

What he mostly did was tell jokes and speak nonsense. Nonsense like mentioning how good you look.

"I just can't wait till you get here! Oh were going to have so much fun my dear!...Did i mention how good you look? Especially when fighting, the blood really brings your shoes colour out!"

For some reason this maniac has a plushy of you. And is very loud about it. Saying how he is your biggest fan. Does he ever stop talking?

It makes your head hurt at some point, the laughter filling your mind. Does, he mean those things?

Finally reaching him you kick the door. It swings open and at the loud noise he furrows his brows. But once seeing you he regains his wide smile and jumps up from his chair to run to you. Ready for a hit you hold your hands out ready to strike, but instead of a hit he jumps into your arms. His legs squeezing around your waist. One of his hand is petting your head, the other is layed around your neck.

"Pretty strong aren't you?" he giggles.

His green eyes staring at you makes you nervous. You just struggle around, trying to put him down. He is very strong himself even tho he looks slim. You end up just grabbing his waist trying to push him off off you.

"Awh you dirty you" he boop you on the nose. "Can't keep your hands to yourself hm?"

Hes the one talking? You gave him a harsh look and he just kept giggling. You decide that arguing with him gets you nowhere. "Oh but you don't have to stop" he says disappointed once your hands leave his waist.

"Whats all this for? What's your plan?"

"With you, i just wanna have fun." His serious tone made you feel uneasy.

"Oh right and i wanted to test this lipstick out too, and your the perfect person to help me!" He pointed at his mouth cheerfully.

What is he doing really? Is there poison in that, no way he's really just having fun doing this with you. Isn't everything he does is just for a good laugh? Is he trying to crack you? Well he sure takes his sweet time doing it. Its been almost half a year since hes been calling you 'his darling'. Worst thing is you actually give in too easily for him. Wonder where Bat is off right now.

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted when his hands suddenly pulled your mask up a bit, then feeling his lips on yours.

You considered pulling your head away but somehow you just couldn't.It actually felt,nice

He slowly made his way to your neck. Kissing and biting it. Your moans encouraged him to keep going.

He even let his legs go of your waist, now only his arms holding you hostage. Still he was so close to you, his body brushing against yours.

All this got caught off once his radio speak up. It was Harley telling that she managed to get Bats distracted. Annoyed he answered back with "Good job. Now keep that up and stay off the line!" You tilted your head

"Sorry, kid loves to brag about small achievements. At least it gives me a bit more time for us. And its not like im letting you go anytime soon. You gotta stay for the rest of the fun! After all we got a guest coming."

Great, now you can think about your life choices while being tied to a chair. Full of lipstick marks if i may add... With a crazy obsessed clown bringing you into a hours long talk show next to you. Sooo what do ya think of the lipstick, fancy enough?

[da-rulah]

“Your too sweet for me” with SOFT Secondo. Like I’m talking so sweet I have to invest in dentures

Tooth-rottingly sweet? Gotcha. Here goes...

Secondo x gn!reader

You weren't sure what you were expecting - not a lot, if you were honest - but it certainly wasn't this.

Celebrating your first anniversary, you'd thought perhaps a nice meal or flowers would be as far as Secondo would go. But walking into his chambers at the agreed upon time that evening, you were stunned to find the largest and fluffiest looking pillow fort you'd ever seen.

His armchairs had been moved around and draped with sheets to create a soft cocoon, the sofa cushions laid out and covered in pillows and blankets to turn the floor into one large bed. The whole room was lit up in a soft glow of candlelight, and one of his records was spinning on his turntable creating an atmosphere that immediately invited you in.

"Secondo?" you called out to him, but he was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, you saw his feet backing out from the fort he'd built, followed by his legs and that wonderfully perky ass of his before he stood up and smoothed out his shirt.

"Amore, is it already 7:30? Mi scusi, I was not prepared..." he stepped towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a singular, lingering kiss to your lips.

"Not prepared? Look at this place, this is so cute..." You were in awe, taking it all in.

Secondo had taken one tiny little memory you'd told him about months ago and run with it. You'd told him about how your father had used to build you pillow forts for special days like birthdays, somewhere to hide away after the end of a long day of parties and activities. It was a safe space he'd created for you to unwind, knowing how easily you'd find yourself overstimulated by so much going on. This really was one of the sweetest things Secondo could have thought to do for you.

"Well, it is our anniversary, no? I wanted to do something nice," he told you, his lips twitching into an almost smile. Even now, he was stoic and stone faced. Only you could ever make him crack.

"You're too sweet for me," you smirked, booping his nose before you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Sweet?" he seemed offended, although of course, not seriously. "I am many things, amore, but 'sweet' is not something most would use to describe me." You giggled at that.

"No, perhaps they wouldn't. But I know you better than that. Sweetest. Papa. Ever." You punctuated each of those three words with a peck to the lips.

"I am not 'sweet'," he protested, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Take it back."

"Never."

"Take it back," he warned playfully. "Or face the wrath of my dark side."

"Ooh, that sounds exciting too..." you teased, biting your lip and standing up on your tiptoes to nuzzle your nose against his.

"Get in the fort," he demanded in a low, seductive voice, "I'll show you exactly what wrath looks like."

[a-strange-echo]

Flufftober Day: "4+1"

Pairing: Sirius Black x animagus!Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: 4 times the marauders saw a big white dog plus the time they "adopted" it.

Word count: 1 282

Warnings: none, just fluff

Author's note: English is not my first langage, so please be mindful. Also, do not hesitate to tell me if there is any mistakes, i'll rectify it.

Author's feelings: I like the begining, i like the ending less. i might try to re-write it once the flufftober is over.

(Image found on google, credits to the original artist)

The first time the marauders met the dog was during a full moon. They were out during the night to go to the Shrieking Shack but Remus’ transformation appeared earlier and he shifted in the middle of the woods. It was a very difficult full moon that night, the three other men struggled to keep the wolf in the forest and not wandering outside towards the school or the villages. Peter had yet to transform, he was scared of the wolf he had to admit. It was comprehensible, when a full grown were-wolf is charging at you, you either run and die or are paralysed by fear and die. Luckily, a bark that didn’t sound like Sirius’ pulled him out of his paralysis just in time for him to shift in his rat form and dodge the wolf’s paw swing. It was now that a big white dog came out of nowhere, took Wormtail in its mouth and ran probably the fastest it could away from the wolf. The rat squeaked when he felt the teeth around his smaller form but realized the dog was still mindful to not squeeze too tight to hurt him. The dog finally released the rat a few meters away from the wolf who fortunately didn’t chase after them. Sirius went to check on his friend scared the dog was ill-intentioned but found it gently releasing the small animal and booped it with its nose as if to ask if he was alright.

After this, the unfamiliar dog ended up helping them during the whole duration of the full moon’s effect on Remus. The dog left before the sun rise, much to Sirius’ chagrin who would have liked to spend more time with a fellow dog.

“Mate, stop mopping, you’ll meet this dog again.” James tried to cheer him up later the next with a slap on the shoulder.

And he did meet the dog again. Around a month later. It was snowing heavily on the ground of Hogwarts and the marauders decided to have some fun and pull pranks in the snow when, at some point, Sirius heard a bark in the distance. He turned to his friends who heard it as well and, when they nodded, he sprinted to a secluded era and shifted in a dog, following a scent in the snow to find a white dog, the same white dog, playing in the snow as well. It was playfully growling and biting the snow when he arrived. He approached carefully when the other dog noticed his presence, head low but tail wagging gently to show he wanted to play. The white dog got into a play stance, head on the ground, butt in the air, tail wagging left and right and Sirius mimicked. The other dog jumped at him, biting his ear playfully and the two dogs started to play-fight. It lasted a while, until the two dogs were lying on the ground, paws in the air and tongues lolling out of their mouths. Sirius wondered if he should risk his new dog friendship and decided to roll on his side and shift back in his human form once the dog was looking at him. He saw the momentary shock on the dog’s face before he was the one surprised when the white dog also shifted to a human form. What was his surprise to see, in the place the dog once was lying in, the cute Hufflepuff he talked and joked with when they walked into each other in the hallways. They laughed it off and continued to lay on the ground for a while again, this time as humans, talking and laughing with each other.

“Shift back.” they had asked at some point.

Sirius was confused but obliged, seeing them do the same short after. The white dog slapped its paw on Sirius’ side, leaving snow paw print on the black fur. The dog then booped its nose against the side of his muzzle before leaving, strutting happily and disappearing behind the castle. Sirius was sure in this instant they had just flirted with him and quite literally marked him as theirs. At least, it was what he now firmly believed as he returned to his friends, doing a show of parading with the paw print in front of them. Today he did not just win a never ending list of teasing puns, he also got a situation-ship with another animagus, and by the little show he did, earned them a new nickname: “Snowpaw”.

The third time the marauders saw the white dog, was one evening when they were all in their dorm room. Well everyone except Sirius who claimed had some business he needed to do. So when James saw by the window his friend, in his dog form, running towards the lake where the white dog was waiting for him, he gasped dramatically. The noise attracted the other two boys who where quick to gather at the window to see a black dog and a white one sitting by each other on the lake shore, their tails on top of the other’s.

“-He didn’t tell us he had a date!” James voice was so high pitched with excitement, it could shatter glass.

“-Probably because he knows we will tease him for having a date with a dog.” Remus deadpanned.

“-I am the only one who realized this dog acts like Padfoot? Maybe its an animagus too.” Peter suggested, leaving the two other stunned. “I’m just saying.”

The last time they saw this, now, familiar dog was when Sirius dragged his three friend out of their shared room one day. It had taken some time for Sirius to convince Y/N to meet his friends. They were important to him and he wanted his lover and his friends to get together. However, Y/N wanted to take things slow, after all they only had been dating for a little over 3 weeks now and didn’t feel ready to talk to Sirius’ friends by fear of saying something to upset them. Even if Sirius reassured multiple times that they couldn’t say anything to upset them, Y/N was still adamant. So settle on meeting the friends in their animagi forms. When James, Remus and Peter got to where Y/N and Sirius were waiting for them, they were confused to see the white dog and Sirius waiting by its side in his human form. He quickly explained the situation and soon, his friends smiled wide, shifting into their animagi except for Remus who couldn’t but he was happy to just sit in the grass and enjoy the company of his friends.

It took Y/N some time to announce to Sirius’ friends who they were and that they were dating him, but they didn’t regretted it. It was nice to be part of a group now and to have someone who shares the same experiences as you. The relationship lasted long, very long, even after Hogwarts. It wasn’t a surprise when James took the mic at Sirius and Y/N’s wedding, doing his best man’s speech.

“-I have to say, I still feel betrayed that you didn’t tell me first you were dating someone, Sirius. I expected better from you.” he shook his head in disappointment. “Y/N I am very happy to have you, officially, in the family. Is this an adoption? It’s an adoption right?” people laughed at that, included the married couple.

“-You can count it as such, if you want, James.” Y/N went along.

“-Good. We are waiting for puppies now.” He said last then took his place back behind Sirius who had a hard time controlling his blush and laughter.

[gorgon-goddess-of-chaos]

Pizza

This man is a dork and I hate him. /aff

Illinois James x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 635

While out camping, neither of you feel like pulling your cooking equipment out and making something from your prepped meals. Your GPS leads you to a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere, but at least there’s minimal effort in ordering shitty pizza from a shitty pizza joint in the middle of nowhere. 

You each get a personal pizza since he could easily finish one himself. That, and there was no way in hell you were gonna share with him. You sit up on the hood of his car, leaning against him as you eat your greasy pizza over the pizza box. The stars twinkle in the sky above the desert. 

“Next time, we’re not camping out in the middle of nowhere again. I’m so fucking done with snakes.”

“There’s snakes everywhere, darlin’. The ones in the city are just a different kind.”

You both laugh, him subtly shaking you as you lean against his chest. He down at you as you lean your head back, flinching out of the way as you flick his hat. It doesn’t move much, which he’s grateful for as he doesn’t need to get up to retrieve it. He boops your nose after fixing it, hoping to disable you temporarily to stop the flicks. 

“Hey!”

“-is for horses. Which I asked if you wanted to ride, but you said no.”

“Illinois James, you fucking know that’s not what I meant.”

“I think you overestimate my intelligence, darlin’. What is it you always say? The cave rocks are more intelligent than me?”

“And I’d say it again.”

Illinois grabs your wrist, fighting against your resistances to take a bite of your pizza. He makes exaggerated biting noises every time he “misses”, hoping to get you to laugh.

“Oh c’mon cutie, won’t give me a bite?”

“Go back to eating rocks, golem brain.”

Illinois laughs, pulling your hand behind him to pull your face up to him, surprising you with a kiss. You look at him with a bit of shock in your eyes, before squinting at him and flicking his hat again.

“I wouldn’t recommend doin’ that a third time there, honey bun. I’ll put you in air jail.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

You know better than to test him while you’re still hungry, so he gets to be smug for a bit while you finish your pizza. He hops down, going to toss his pizza box in the parking lot garbage can, tipping his hat to you. It’s hard not to notice the particular way he walks, and how he reaches for his whip any time he bends down to grab anything. You stash the rest of your pizza in the backseat, sliding down the hood of the car and going to sneak up on Illinois.

He seems to hear you, whipping around with his hands out and in a bit of crouch. 

“Whatcha doin’ there, darlin’?”

“Round three-”

You run at him, going for his hat as he dodges out of the way. Your feet skid against the pavement, turning back around to go again. All he does is tip his hat again, hands poised to grab you. Your legs carry you as you sprint at him again, with him moving out of the way at the last second, clotheslining you on his arm. You fall back into his hold as you’re stunned, Illinois quickly wrapping his arms around you. Out of breath, you look up at him with a lighthearted glare.

“Bastard.”

“The one and only.”

He leans down to kiss you, although he stops a breath away from your lips as he hears something else. In a second, he drops your legs and uses his hat to block whomever just walked out of the pizza place from watching you two kiss.

“Now, where were we?”

[roseisepic]

Rose and Jerry in a AU where if they met as kids (no they didn’t end up dating in this au)

Grr I don’t like it, I tried to pull the no sketch but forgot I’m used to it on my phone so this looks BAD AUUGHHHH

anyway rose is trying to reach for your hand, take it.

Bonus facts below :3 (it’s a lot but worth it kinda)

Younger Rose would be a silly child and getting along with kids her age easily, sweet and adorable AHHHH

and younger Jerry just being the shy awkward kid holding a comfort item like a twiki plush or his sweater aka hugging himself (I love that sm)

If younger Jerry were bullied or anything the first person he’s running to his club but obviously they wouldn’t do anything so most of the time he goes to rose for comfort atleast. and kid rose being the loving annoying child she is acting brave and all talk but no action she is

The two are like little pre schooler cuties, they love sharing their lunch and be together when the club is too busy with something else!

Child rose is the kind of kid who LOVES giving random hugs out of nowhere, she scares younger Jerry in a surprise way

They make a lot of promises to eachother, they get along together as kids even there parents let them have little play dates to play games and toys together

Younger rose is definitely an affectionate child to her mother, friends, strangers too.

But younger Jerry is the complete opposite, he listens to his mom about not talking to strangers but he would be a shy child and awkward to talk with if you didn’t know him much. He avoids people’s presence and holding onto his moms leg for dear life

During class in pre school. When sitting cross legged on the carpet they aways make sure to be by each-other and they pass little notes to each-other in bad scribbling and doodles which is mainly rose bc she can’t write properly for shi, the notes just being like what’s your fav color, what are you having for lunch, im bored, what games to play at recess. Its all too cute 😭

Ok matching day in pre school, they both wanted to match so younger Jerry looked in his closet and had to stuff a extra sweater so his mom wouldn’t see and give it to kid rose so they would be twinning 😭🩷

THEY LOVE PLAYING GAMES TOGETHER OMG

Younger rose trying to do Jerry’s hair but only managed to put three jojo swia bows and two clips. Close enough he looks adorable

When the lights went off in class, they both are TERRIFIED of the dark so pretty much all the pre school kids would be running and screaming everywhere in the room and Jerry and rose crying out for eachother till they find eachother and hold on eachother till the lights on, younger Jerry being younger roses comfort and since Jerry’s sweater is his comfort (or teddy) he would want rose to be comforted by it too

When it was time to partner in pre school, Jerry would of course choose Pete but if Pete was gone it’s rose but if it were a trio it’s all three of them! All three of them are so cute as a trio

Younger rose prob being messy, so if she spilled a juice on her she would be sad but Jerry would give her his sweater that’s of course oversized for both of them. But he’s a gentleman he’s trying

Only younger Jerry shares his fancy pencils with rose and Pete

When it was Jerry’s birthday, rose begged her mom to get her toys just to give it to Jerry and fun fact Jerry does the same on rose’s birthday!

Rose can’t sit still for the life of her, Jerry begging her to sit still

Rose stealing candy from the teacher, even steals some for Jerry

Instead of kisses, rose loves booping Jerry on the nose as a gesture

But Jerry not knowing how to give it back properly, pinches her cheeks😭

Younger Roses putting her in cute little outfits but she wants to dress up like Jerry does, so sometimes she goes to Jerry asking for his clothes and Jerry gets her it. Even let her keep it till eventually his mom started to notice how his clothes were missing and rose coming home to a whole different outfit

(This was a stupid one ngl)

CUTE LITTLE MATCHING HALLOWEEN OUTFITS AHHH

Roses being the child and showing off her moms phone like it’s hers but secretly tells Jerry it’s her moms phone as if it wasn’t obvious before

[iluvdragons0740]

Bad Sansuary day 3: PDA (feat. Dust)

I am using a little OC of mine for this, since I think she really fits the Bad Sanses (ahem she's crazy ahem). We're in a scenario where she's been with the gang for a while now. There is no romanticism in this, I think it'll mainly be her interacting with the gang following the prompts. It's also a weird mix of canon and fanon. I tried my best, but beware of the cringe >_<

Bad Sansuary belongs to @owl-bones

Dust belongs to @ask-dusttale

Ashes belongs to me

(I snuck in an Arcane reference let's see who gets it 🤭)

What logic Ashes' brain followed, Dust had given up on finding that out a very long time ago. Still, the question came back at times, when Ashes decided she had nothing better to do than confuse him and piss him off. And right now was one of those occasions.

He didn't know why she suddenly started hugging him out of nowhere, or why she leaned on him and slouched her arm across his shoulders so often, or why she started booping and patting him. What he knew is that no matter how many times he tried to dodge her, she somehow always got him. He'd be lying if he said that didn't worry him a bit, since dodging was one of the things he knew how to do best. And yet no matter where he teleported away to, Ashes was always there. Then, after ambushing him into one of her attacks, she just went away and disappeared for a while, apparently no longer entertained by it, only to resume a few minutes later.

At least he had the satisfaction of not being the only one to have to suffer through this. Horror and Killer had been victims of Ashes' mood too, and Dust took advantage of the fact that Ashes was focused on them to get at least some peace. Currently, he was hiding in one of the rooms of the castle and hoping she wouldn't find him here. Last time he saw her she was finding entertainment with Killer, who decided to play along with this like the idiot he is. Hopefully that would keep her busy for a while, and give him a chance to relax.

"Soooooo, what are we doing"

Ashes was right beside him, a glass of an unidentified beverage in her hand and looking at him with wide eyes and her usual smile. He jumped back, trying to get some distance between them, but she grabbed his hand with surprising quickness and basically slouched onto him, leaving him to sustain her weight and slowing him down. Dust cursed in his mind. He couldn't even teleport like this, Ashes would teleport with him. Before he could struggle to get her off, she sipped on her beverage and then shoved the glass in his hands.

"Y'know Dust, I don't get it. How come every single time I decide to have a little fun, you always are such a mood killer and run away? It's not funny at all!"

Dust glared at her, stopping his struggle knowing it was pointless anyway.

"Why are you even doing all this?"

Ashes looked at him innocently

"What do you mean, I'm not doing anything!~"

He stared back unimpressed.

"What? I'm just showing my teammates a bit of affection! Nothing wrong with cheering you all up right?"

"We both know you don't just show affection for free. Don't pretend you do"

She dropped the act and shrugged

"Ever the sharp one ay? And as why I'm behaving this strange... You already know the answer no? After all you're smart"

Dust furrowed his nonexistent brows at her. She could be really annoying sometimes.

"Soooooo, I may or may not be doing this only for amusement, but you got some things going on as well. I mean you are acting more standoffish and grumpy than usual. You have personal beef with hugs?"

Dust looked at her dead in the eyes.

"I don't trust you with this. Should I?"

As he said that, she grinned, chuckling a little.

"Fair enough, fair enough. After all it's not like I'm the most reliable person you will meet. Wouldn't want you to end up bad just because you trusted the wrong person~"

She shifted, turning her leaning on him into a surprisingly strong hug that he couldn't get free from.

"You're doing great Chuck!"

She let go of him a moment later, heading out of the room, shouting something at him in the meanwhile

"Here, for your troubles!"

What did she mean by-

An explosion of paint went off from a device she strapped behind his back, and when Dust turned to check it out, his jacket was completely ruined. That little-

Ashes chuckled, disappearing into the shadows before Dust could get her, not showing herself for the entire day afterwards.

[ask-captain-anya]

boop! hi anya! it’s me again, your favorite member of the navy (probably…the only one you know but whatever!)

Bria and I went to the naval academy last week, it was so nice seeing the place again. It’s weird…honestly? I didn’t even think I’d get in. My grades were always good in high school but I just…I don’t know. College always terrified me.

maybe you can relate, but I was just scared of not being enough. Like, I’m short, I was really skinny back then, I figured I’d keel over during basic training and get run out of the military forever, ha. Bria says I used to be a real Debbie Downer.

I like visiting the academy, though. Reminds me of how far I’ve come. Do you ever do anything like that? I’m not super familiar with your former workplace, I apologize, but did you have to enroll in a specific school for it? Tell me everything!

bria and I are, as usual, planning things. it’s a lot of boring nonsense I won’t bother you with, just a lot of organization, but it’s been surprisingly not too stressful! perks of having a small wedding!

we’re not doing a whole lot (mostly because we are nowhere near rich and weddings are SO expensive !!) but that doesn’t matter. all that matters is that we love each other, you know?

this has all been a lot, I feel like we’ve been going through two very different major life events at the same time, hah…maybe we’re just soulbound! (that was embarrassing. ignore that…)

oh! speaking of, i sent you and curly an invitation!!! let me know if it got there yet, I’m so excited to see both of you there!!

xoxoxoxo!!

-kelly

We did get the invitation!! I appreciate the large, clear font. It made it so my super fun scanning app could actually read it for me! Curly and I sent our RSVP back, though I'm sure you could safely assume that we were coming. And I kept the Save The Date card on the fridge! So yay!

As for academy.. Yeah, I went through something similar. It was probably far less nice than the one you went to. Just a private certification course through Pony Express. I have no desire to go back there, though. Even if everything hadn't happened.

It was extremely easy to pass the PE course, though. Compared to the real deal. That should be concerning by itself, but the computers do most of the work, yeah? Unfortunately.

Forgive me for a shorter message, it's been a real rough last few days. But I'm very glad to hear from you and Bria.

I hope that you get to enjoy your major life event, even small weddings can be absolutely beautiful.

With Love, Anya

[berrypass-de-murdler]

2 - 29 The Hotel by the Convention Center

Boop hello

It's baby lord violet and beryl!

I have no idea intro oof

Anyway have some oxymorons trash <3 <3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES WITHOUT READING THE BOOKS!!

LOGICO: Okay okay. I have a small favour to ask. IRRATINO: Oh? :3 LOGICO: SINCE you dragged me through all this ‘numerological’ crap… I believe it’s only fair for you to attend MY mathematics convention! IRRATINO: WHAT!? Can’t you just go by yourself?

Logico does a big, sparkling eye, and an adorable consistency.

IRRATINO: I… mean… yeah! Let’s do that.

They go, and check into a hotel. Irratino can’t sit still.

IRRATINO: Ugh, I can’t believe we went all this way for a math convention… LOGICO: Was I complaining the entire time we were at the Institute? IRRATINO: Yeah.

They wait for someone to come to the counter, but no one does. Irratino’s fidgeting gets more intense, and there’s a weird smell that’s getting worse and worse. Irratino falls over the counter!

IRRATINO: OH! It’s because the concierge is dead! LOGICO: Oh.

Irratino is quite excited - there’s little he hates more than standing around! They have to explore the hallways to find suspects hidden in the rooms. Logico is a little unnerved when he finds that Emerald had followed them from the bank, and even more so when he finds that Marble followed him home from Drakonia!

MARBLE: Oh, hello dear! I quit my job and decided to see where you were headed. Lady Violet really is a numbskull!

Logico is, however, very happy to see another suspect that came to join!

UMBER: Oh my god. Deductive Logico!!

She runs over to him so fast and squishes into a big hug.

UMBER: My name is Sociologist Umbah. I missed you so much <3

Logico’s cold heart melts into a puddle! Irratino squishes the smol one’s cheeks. But Emerald reminds them of the murder at stake!

EMERALD: I have hidden my room key in an impenetrable area. There is no way for you to tell where I was!  LOGICO: My, look at all the gemstones on the floor of this one. EMERALD: Christ… UMBER: A poisoned muffin was in room two-oh-two. I was gonna eat it, and then I didn’t eat it because the poison IRRATINO: UMBER WATCH OUT! HE HAS A PI-DIMENSIONAL CUBE! UMBER: Wha?? EMERALD: Do not worry, child. I would never harm a person with such a thing. Here, have a look. UMBER: Wha. There’s nothing there. EMERALD: It may seem that way, but this is the most priceless artifact I own… UMBER: I think you’re a scam artist! EMERALD: WHRRRAAT?

Marble is just in a rocking chair in her room, next to a bag of so, so many knives. Perhaps she’s thinking of starting a ‘Man-Eaters’ club with Aubergine.

IRRATINO: I had a dream about the pi-dimensional cube. LOGICO: Irratino, you’re just spouting pure nonsense. I can’t even find Emerald’s weapon. IRRATINO: The cube is not visible to the common eye.  LOGICO: You’re not visible to the common eye. 

Nice comeback Gico. It’s very shocking when Irratino turns out to be right! (Or is it?)

EMERALD: I was trying to steal robes and towels, but the human saw me, so I murdered her. LOGICO: Well, at least these confessions are getting easier. EMERALD: No, you can’t hand me that easy! 

He reaches for his hypercube.

EMERALD: How- where- IRRATINO: Aha! I’ve compressed the quanta of your cube, meaning it’s no longer accessible in our three-dimensional world! EMERALD: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Vai al diavolo!!

Logico is semi-impressed. Irratino speaks idiot quite fluently…

IRRATINO: [whispers] I just hid the cube. [sniggers] LOGICO: Yes Irratino, you hid something that doesn’t exist. Bravo for you.

There’s a lovely iris-out!

The end! 

still have to wait for book augh

and the game is still nowhere to be found

Maybe I should try doing something productive?

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[foggystarrs]

Hello there. If you don't have too much on your plate, would it be okay to see a sequel of Roxanne's and Chica's snoot-boop fun? It's completely fine if not :)

Hi hi! I’m soooo sorry for the late response, I’ve been super busy since uni started up again this week. But I finally managed to write this, so I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Roxanne & Chica

Scenario: Takes place just before the events of SB take place, could also be seen as during the events. The time is not exactly specified.

~~~~

Roxanne found herself confused.

Every single night, Chica would come into her room.

Every single night, she would sit next to Roxy.

And every single night, she would boop her nose, giggling to herself as she did so.

She didn’t understand what the other’s fascination with it was. She didn’t understand why she had to boop her nose every chance she got.

She didn’t understand why she didn’t just push Chica away.

She was annoyed, sure, but she wasn’t as annoyed as she should’ve been and that confused her.

Because having Chica’s undivided attention like this was… nice. And admitting that to herself left her with even more questions.

Roxanne even found herself growing excited whenever nighttime approached.

Looking forward to the visits from her chicken counterpart.

So, when Chica failed to show up one night, Roxanne couldn’t help but worry.

‘Good. At least she won’t bother me while I’m fixing up my hair.’

That’s what she told herself anyway. But she knew deep down that she felt the complete opposite.

As she brushed her hair, facing herself in the mirror, she felt herself frown, a trickle of doubt slowly making its way into her brain.

Had Chica grown bored of her?

It’s to be expected, she couldn’t possibly find booping Roxanne’s nose that entertaining in the first place.

But then, did that mean Chica would stop visiting her at night all together?

The thought made her stomach churn confusingly. A stream of negative emotions swelling in her chest.

Frustrated, Roxanne roughly put the brush back in her vanity, before the sound of the door opening caught her attention.

“Chica, you’re-“ She eagerly looked toward the door before her expression deflated.

“Freddy, get out of my room!” She said, a deep frown on her face as she saw the bear awkwardly standing in the doorway.

“Oh… I am sorry. I was just told to inform everyone that Chica is currently in parts and service.”

Roxanne stood up at that, eyes alert, a sudden worry overtaking her.

“Wait, why?”

“There was… an accident. I am unsure of what exactly happened but-“ Roxanne immediately pushed past him, Freddy stumbling slightly in surprise as he watched her go.

“Where are you going? We are not permitted outside of our rooms-“ He called after her frantically, his voice growing farther away the more she walked.

“Parts and service.” She said simply, door closing behind her as she made her way toward the place.

~~~

Chica’s systems sprang to life, the first thing she could feel was an absurd amount of pain where her beak would usually be.

She went to yell out in pain, but nothing came out.

It was as if her whole entire voice box had been ripped out.

She looked around, noticing the uncomfortable metal table she was laying on.

Parts and service.

So, that must mean the nice staff member that was meant to fix her was somewhere around here right?

She looked around the room only to find it empty.

Her spark of hope slowly dying as time passed.

She struggled against the metal restraints, not once budging before ultimately giving up.

She was upset. If she could sigh she probably would’ve and if she could cry she probably would’ve as well, due to the amount of pain she was currently in.

Eyes downcast and sad, she looked at nowhere in particular.

Suddenly, the door slammed open.

“CHICA!”

She jumped at the sudden sound, eyes landing on Roxy, who was now running toward her looking extremely worried.

She approached the door of the cylinder, and when she saw it didn’t budge she growled, before going over to the old computer next to it and pressing a few buttons.

The metal straps on Chica’s wrists came loose and the door opened, Chica sitting up as Roxy ran toward her.

Clawed hands grabbed her face with such a delicate touch, Chica found herself almost melting.

“What happened?” She had asked, moving Chica’s face in order to check the damage that had been done.

Chica tried to answer her, but all that came out were strained sounds of metal, Chica’s eyes becoming more pained at the feeling.

Roxanne winced, before gently letting go of her so that Chica could look at her properly.

“Nevermind, I’ll just wait for you to tell me when you get fixed. Does it hurt?”

Chica nodded, expression still pained.

Roxanne looked restless, looking around the room.

“I uh- I saw the employee walk into the endoskeleton storage unit nearby, they probably went to look for a new voice box and beak.”

She sounded nervous and extremely worried, which was very unlike her. It caused Chica to tilt her head.

Gently, she grasped the other’s hand in hers, causing Roxy to look at her.

She squeezed in a way that said ‘I’ll be okay. Don’t worry!’. She hoped Roxy got the message, but with the way she relaxed, Chica thought she did.

Roxanne sat next to her, complaining about how uncomfortable the metal table was, hand still clasped gently in hers.

It caused Chica to smile, or at least she would’ve if she still had a beak.

The pain coming back in waves as her expression became pained once more.

Roxanne looked at Chica, worried once more, trying her best to come up with something to at least distract her from the pain while the employee found what they needed.

And just like that, Roxy had an idea. ears lowering as embarrassment filled her.

She sighed, catching Chica’s attention.

“Chica, do you wanna… boop my nose again?” Roxanne offered, voice full of nothing but embarrassment and a hint of annoyance in her tone.

But she knew she had done the right thing when she saw Chica’s whole body light up.

The other clapped her hands eagerly, leaning closer toward the other, and eagerly bringing her hand up.

It hovered just above Roxy’s nose, looking once more at the other’s expression for final confirmation.

When she saw the other’s expression remain the same, with no sign of having changed her mind, Chica eagerly tapped the other’s nose.

Roxanne was amazed that even without a voice, she could hear Chica’s little ‘boop!’ just by her body language alone and the way her eyes squinted in delight.

Chica saw Roxanne’s nose expand, a clicking noise being heard before it gently fell back into its original position.

She saw Chica’s body doubling over in laughter, hands going up to where her mouth would be as her body shook silently in small giggles.


Roxanne rolled her eyes at the sight, but couldn’t help but smile.

Once her giggles had died down, Chica leaned in again, gently booping Roxanne’s nose.


This time it was Roxy that said the famous “boop!” a small smile on her face as she heard her nose click out of place once more.

Chica booped it again, watching the nose extend outwards once more.

And booped once more, Roxanne’s nose once again growing in size like it had done the other day back when it had almost reached her vanity mirror.

Chica giggled in delight again, she booped Roxy’s nose a final time, eyes gleaming as the nose grew in size before gently clicking back into its original spot after some time of being left alone.

Roxanne sighed, rolling her eyes but smiling fondly at the clapping and happy expression on the other’s face, having completely forgotten about the pain.

Before she knew it, Chica had launched herself at her, engulfing her in a tight hug.

A thank you.

Roxanne slowly hugged her back, ignoring the fact that her tail was most definitely wagging and the fact that she felt warm and joy bubble up in her chest at the contact.

They stayed like that for a little while before they both heard the door open, letting go from their hug almost reluctantly to look at the source of the sound.

“Oh!”

Came the surprised voice from the parts and service employee, who had a black shiny voice box in one hand and an orange beak in the other.

Roxanne quickly got up from her spot next to Chica, trying her best to hide her embarrassment as she muttered something along the lines of needing to finish brushing her hair, before she walked out, leaving the slightly stunned and confused employee and waving at Chica one last time once she got to the door with her symbol on it. One which would lead to an elevator up to her room.

Chica continued looking in her direction long after she had gone, a jumble of feelings on her chest, but all of them were positive and warm.

This whole interaction had left her jittery.

Feeling so so happy about the fact that Roxy Poxy cared enough to check up on lil’ old her! Even going out of her way to cheer her up!

She wondered if that meant Roxy had enjoyed their nightly visits…

Well, they most definitely would not be stopping anytime soon, that’s for sure!

It was only when the employee entered the cylinder, ushering Chica to lay down once more that she was snapped out of her lovely thoughts.

Tonight had turned out to be really great after all!

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And that’s it for this little piece!

I actually have an idea for a final part on this little series so let me know if ya’ll would be interested in that!!

Thanks for reading~!