#do you think he squeaks like a squeaky chew toy
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will do it again
Please don’t. Wasn’t yesterday enough.
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Okay I just saw this ask and omg.
The tug of war killed me. Now all I can image though is the boys sneaking a squeaker into the belly of the bear some how so when the reader is really scared and squeezing tight it squeaks?! And the boy immediately turning and saying “aw does puppy want to play?” And reader being so confused but also then starting to associate the squeak with the bear so they get happy when they hear it. The boys teasing the reader because they are just like a real puppy excited about a squeaker, but the reader can’t help it because they have been Pavlov-ed.
Also hear me out them getting reader and bear matching collars? so bear gets leashed in the nest to?!
Also Also the simon and johnny bears in the bad cage?! my heart! so mean but also i wonder how long it would take before the reader ends up using them for comfort in the bad place. (I hope the simon bear is like a halloween skeleton bear… )
Love seeing your responses and writing as always!💕
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yeah that's seriously one of my favorites, i loved the asks and i loved writing for them.
yeah i was possessed with that tug of war thing. it popped into my head and i felt like God Himself had spoken to me. no one should be at all surprised if it pops up somewhere else in my stuff, just longer and better written
SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! SQUEAKY TOY! it's only right you have on of your own, when johnny has been biting you to make you squeak since the first time he got his hands on you.
the pavlov of it all omggggggg. them making sure to make you squeak it nice and loud so you associate the sound with your good comfy stuffy, buy also you think chew->squeak->good because they pet you and praise you so nicely. gotta teach the dumb little puppy how to play with her toys :/ it's in the fic i just recommended (here) but i also love the idea of a vibrator attached to a chew toy, so your brain associates chewing with sexual pleasure. a very quick way to get you nice and conditioned
and with the collar - all day yes. what you wear, your stuffy wears (pretty easy since you're mostly naked, but i also present you the image of ghost agonizing over a sewing machine and desperately trying to make a mini version of your cute new outfit). you two are always matching. you wear a collar that matches the stuffy's perfectly, because of course you do! you two have to match!
simon and johnny bears in the bad cage 😔😔😔 they're there to keep you company!!! you get so scared in there all alone, and now you're not! a perfect solution! really, you should thank them.
and of course you start to see them as a comfort. they feel just like your other stuffy when held tight to your chest, it doesn't take long at all for you to start squeezing them close for any speck of comfort when all you can hear are the screams echoing off cement walls. ghost fucking loves watching you snuggle the little stuffed him for comfort. such a clear sign to him that you're giving into him more and more :') anyways yeah johnny bear and simon bear are the only nice things you get in the bad cage
(ghost and soap picked stuffies for each other - ghost is a skeleton bear and johnny is a very doofy looking bear)
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tumblr i would like to properly introduce you guys to my benrey oc, Little B.
ok so first and most important thing
if you squeeze him in your hand he makes a squeaky noisethat is his true form, HE IS that small
HIS PASSPORT IS EXACTLY THAT SIZE… i definetly didint just think correctly when i was drawing this but now its true
not normal sized passport
you can squeeze him like a stress toy but if you throw him against the wall it MIGHT crack
50/50 chance of him either becoming one with the wall or it breaking
he can posses objects and make them float
he choses to walk most of the time even tho hes SMALL
and hes been stepped on atleast 6 times
he also SCOURS through black mesa vents like the lil rat he is
he does this real oftently
and yes he has rat friends
hes also "accidentally" fallen inside scientist's experiments causing them to fail
dont ask HOW.
none of the scientist like that lil mf bc he ruins so many things
except for OOOONEEEE that i wont be naming..
his fav UNEDIBLE food IS battery acid
his fav edible food is strawberry jam sandwich
he could eat it entirely
and the only reason he hasnt left black mesa yet is bc he does not like his own realm
not bc theres something wrong with it, hes just not satisfied
ANDDD THIS GUY DOESNT REALLY ENJOY SPEAKING
he only lets out squeaks sometimes (rarely)
thats when scientists try talking to him he either just..stares at them, ignores them or runs tf away
but hes not that fast
you can hear squeaky noises when he walks or runs too
he flipped one of them off once
he really likes chewing on passports
his bmsv is like a bunch of distorted black lines that can exist for 30 seconds to 5 mins
thats why scientists see weird floating black lines sometimes around the facility
you can
MOLD him
theres time to time where his clothes, his helmet and his body turn into clay-like
he doesnt do this by himself
he cant control it, but this IS kind of hard to happen
and he also becomes like unconscious while this happens
but if you do mold him he takes 1 hour to go back to normal
if nothing touches him he takes only 2 mins to go back to normal
HE CAN STILL CHANGE HIS OWN SIZE THOU
but he likes being tiny
the only times he'll ever change his size to bigger is to play his cello that he keeps somewhere deep in the facility
n he only does it at night
only being specific on the last part bc i love cellos.
he can't feel pain, and he understands all languages
if anyone has any other questions abt him dont be afraid to ask
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Hello! i havent asked on tumblr for quite a while, so i apologize if this sounds a bit awkward. Im not sure if you do the whole gang/masterlist for fnf, but if you do, may i get the whole gang (separate) with an S/O who loves collecting rubber ducks for no reason at all? please and thank you :]
FNF Gang W/ An S/O Who Loves Collecting Rubber Ducks
Pairing - Romantic
Category - Headcanons
Trigger Warnings - None
Ween Says: “It didn't sound awkward at all! And also even though writing for the entire FNF gang goes over my character limit, I'll do it just this once.”
Bf would find your collection to be super neat! He'd also want to squish every single one, especially if they squeak. But if you'd prefer for him to keep his hands to himself, he'd totally respect that and instead ask about the collection. Is there a reason you started collecting them? How long have you been collecting them for? Which one's your favorite? Also he'd be able to relate over collecting things, I'd like to think that he also has a collection of his own that he maintains, perhaps a cool item collection. Just little bits and bobbles that he just so happens to like.
Gf, like Bf, would really want to take a look at every single one. She'd pick one up and look it over curiously, but before she'd finish looking it over another one would immediately catch her eye, so she'd drop it and move onto the next. But if you don't want her touching the rubber ducks she'll apologize and try to keep her hands to herself. I feel like afterward she'd want to collect rubber ducks as well, and maybe once she gets a small collection going, she'd show you all the rubber ducks she's collected.
If you have a rubber ducky that happens to squeak aloud, Pico would definitely try to startle you with it. He'd pick it up while you weren't looking and keep it with him (of course he'd give it back afterward,) while you show him your collection, and then when you least expect it he'd squeeze it just to startle you. But all in all, he finds your collection pretty neat. While he wouldn't be too interested in starting a collection himself, he wouldn't mind helping your collection grow.
Senpai finds it rather endearing that you’re keeping a collection of rubber ducks. And if anyone were to insult your collection he’d start calling them out. If he ever passed through a store and found a fancy rubber duck, he’d definitely buy it for you. Also, if you have a rubber duck that squeaks, you could get the unholiest scream out of him if you startled him. He’d never admit that you startled him though.
Depending on where you keep your collection, Lemon Demon/Monster might’ve stumbled over it before and nearly used one as a chew toy. Since he lives out in an old abandoned mansion, or just someplace away from society he isn’t well-acquainted with human trinkets and contrivances. Regardless, he finds your collection of rubber figures to be cute! He doesn’t like the ones that squeak though.
Whitty finds rubber ducks to be pretty cute! So he’d think your collection is pretty cool! I’d like to think that he might’ve found a couple in the trash once and kept them. I’d also like to think that if he accidentally stepped or squished one that squeaks, he’d be startled by the sudden high-pitched squeak it lets out, but after that he wouldn’t be startled again.
When you showed Ruv your collection, he just gave you a thumbs up, said “cool,” and that’s it. While you might be left with the idea that he doesn’t think much of it, you’re wrong. He’d help your collection grow by gifting you rubber duckies he stole from stores and whatnot. Also if you handed him a squeaky rubber ducky and allowed him to squeeze it as hard as he could, it’d definitely let out an extremely high-pitched squeak before suddenly popping.
Sarvente's happy that you have a hobby that you enjoy, and she'll happily listen to whatever you have to say about your collection, and ask you questions about it. If you have any squeaky rubber duckies you could definitely startle her by squeaking one when she least expects it.
Agoti would also try to startle you if one of your rubber ducks happen to squeak when squished. Overall, he'd find your collection to be pretty cool and if he happened to find one he'd like, you'd definitely be able to tell with how he picked it up and never set it back down until you asked him to put it back. If you let him keep it, he'd definitely cherish it in secret and keep it in his room.
Tabi doesn’t really think much of your collection, but he’s happy that it’s something that makes you happy. He’s a thoughtful person though, so if he were to ever come across another rubber duck he thought you might like, he’d get it for you. Also, if you tried to startle him with a rubber duck that squeaks, you wouldn’t spook him. He’d just look at you with a look on his face that spells out, “really?”
I'd like to imagine that Kapi would have a collection of something as well, so he'd be able to relate over collecting a random object for no reason apart from wanting to because it made you happy. He'd like to boop each and every one, or squeeze them if they squeaked. And if each one made a different sounding squeak than the last, he'd definitely try to play a tune using them.
Hex also enjoys collecting stuff! However he doesn’t have a collection of rubber duckies. He does find your collection to be pretty neat, and regardless of how big or small it may be, he’d be impressed at your dedication to maintaining (and perhaps expanding) your collection. He’s happy that collecting rubber duckies makes you happy! Later he might share some cool facts about rubber duckies that he found online. Like did you know that the yellow rubber duckies we know now were presumably made by a sculptor named Peter Ganine in the 1940s?
Garcello thinks that you’re collection’s pretty cool, and he does wonder why you collect rubber duckies... But if you have no reason, that’s cool too. Once or twice, he might’ve used one like a sock puppet to convince you to come to bed, or take a break from something you’ve been doing for the past few hours. Also the two of you may or may not have started a little game where you try to startle one or the other with a squeaking rubber duck.
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Random RTC Headcannons that are just for fun
(because these children have frankly suffered enough)
Ocean’s favorite color is cherry red simply because cherries are actually her favorite food.
Constance can do a scarily accurate Pinkie Pie impression and it freaks Ricky out with just how similar it actually is.
Ricky: Is she secretly Andrea Libman and she didn’t tell me?!
On that note, Ricky is a brony and his favorite character is Rarity because he thinks she would be able to make him a great space bachelor outfit.
Mischa is a Markiplier stan because he says he’s “the most badass of men for playing that game with the scary ass robot bear.”
One of Noel’s secret favorite movies is the 2003 Peter Pan. He absolutely adores the fairy tree dance scene.
Jane/Penny has a knack for designing and creating clothes, so when a special event comes up, she’ll try to hand-make the other girls outfits for them, whether it be a long, glamourous gown or a super cute pantsuit.
Ricky once dared Mischa to chew and play with a squeaky toy like a dog but the squeaker came out and lodged itself in Mischa’s throat. It squeaked every time he breathed until doctors could get it out.
Noel never lets him live this down and laughs his ass off each time he thinks about it.
Noel: You sound like you swallowed a rubber chicken whole!
Mischa, squeaking as he speaks: I will smack the shit out of you, homie...
Ocean was on the St. Cassian High School track team as a sprinter for a year before she joined the chamber choir and boy, was she fast.
Ricky’s family has some really good family recipes, so every so often, the choir will all make their way to Ricky’s house for a delicious dinner made by his mother.
Mischa loves to play the boxing mini game on the original Wii Sports game. He’ll sometimes invite the other boys over to watch him box all the npc’s.
Mischa: Yo, check this out!
Mischa: *immediately gets his shit rocked by his opponent*
Constance and Jane once invented a game to see who could throw the most pencils into Ocean’s constantly opened book bag without her noticing. They eventually got the boys to join in and had a week long competition until one day, Ocean finally found out what was going on and dumped the hundreds of pencils the rest of the choir had managed to get in there onto the floor in the middle of English class.
Safe to say, Father Markus was not happy about their shenanigans.
Noel once tried to teach the other choir members how to speak French but they would only say basic words they already knew or learned from memes just to mess with him.
Noel: So, to tell someone “I would like a drink”, you say...
Ocean, in a terrible fake accent: OH, HON, HON, TITTY CROISANT!
Noel: NO!
Jane loves narwhals because she believes they're magical like a unicorn would be.
Constance is really good at Just Dance. No one else in the choir can beat her when they play together.
Ricky has a large collection collection of both Pokémon and Digimon cards but absolutely hates Yu-Gi-Oh.
Noel wanted to become a historical fashion influencer at one point because he could partly live out his dream of being Monique Gibeau.
Ocean taught herself to play the mouth harp because she liked the way it sounded.
Mischa sometimes makes varenyky (a pierogi-ike dumpling) to give to the rest of the choir, just like his mother taught him in Ukraine.
#ride the cyclone#ride the cyclone headcannons#rtc#constance blackwood#ocean o'connell rosenberg#ricky potts#mischa bachinski#jane doe#penny lamb#noel gruber
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HI!;!2$28: ITS ME AGAIN <3 the anon from the vampy boys ask <3 ( please can i be 🎀 anon if it’s not taken? )
AND IM BACK BUT W MY OWN HCS FOR HYBRID BOYS AND BABYSPACE READER <3333
joonie would walk alongside her as he took her to a littles only session of the local playarea! he has to make sure his baby doesn't get hurt 24/7 ( the playarea is a 30 second walk from their house )!
bearyjinnie and standing on his hind legs with her while she’s in babyspace, trying to teach her to walk 🥺. and when she does eventually stand, they try to push eachother over ( like polar bears do ). jin is so scared to hurt her he hardly touches her and lets his cub push him over <3
yoongles and always laying on his back around her, trusting her enough to show his stomach <3. ( i’d think he’d be a puma or something instead of a normal cat! pumas are just so yoongi idk ). mewling to her like a kitten as she babbles something across the lines of “kitty cat!“ bc hes totally not an apex predator, he’s a kitty cat.
HOBI JUMPING ON HER 24/7. LICKING HER FACE TO HEAR HER GIGGLE AND LAUGH!,!::;$$ he brings her squeaky toys to chew on, but she gets scared everytime they actually squeak :(( so he buries them all and next time he goes out to get new toys, he makes sure none of them make noise <3
KITTYMIN purring and slowly blinking at her, trying to say "ilysm🫶", but baby thinks theres something in his eyes, and wipes his eyes 'gently' ( but shes a baby so, yknow ☹️ ), making jimin meow loudly in discomfort and everyone else laughing at him
taefox rubbing their noses together and happily yipping everytime she does it back <3 he'd also cuddle with her under piles and piles of blankets to "preserve heat" (its the hottest day of the year)
JUNGBUNNY RUBBING HIMSELF AGAINST HER ALLLL THEEE TIME. making sure she knows her fluffy bunny is there always!!!! standing on his hind legs whenever she gurgles "bunny stand!". he's willing to do anything she says <3
all of them hating whenever she's in a big headspace, so they force her to be a baby by putting her pacifier in her mouth and treating her naturally how they would treat their young. it works every time!
Hi!! Yes, you definitely can be!
Joonie being so intimidating when they go on walks!! omg. He'd be her scary ass escort that's smiling at her giggling and growling at dogs that come too close.
AWWW FAKE PUSH FIGHTS!! He'd just barely brush her with his fuzzy paws and dramatically fall back. I think there would be a time where to push him down, mc hugs him and hes so surprised that they both fall back together.
Also the trying to teach her to walk makes me think of the possibility of penguin! hybrid jimin (yes he's a tabby cat rn but the idea is just so cute) Penguins put their babys feet on top of theirs to teach them to walk, and imagine jimin doing it with mc!! he'd be so happy to be fufilling his more primal urge to care for her, and would gush over her excited giggles as daddy helps her walk.
You're right! He's a black panther hybrid. He'd be so soft for her. He's definitely not a big scary predator, he's her kitty kat that purrs and shows her his stomach anytime shes near. I can imagine him stalking into her room in his shifted form, looking all scary and intense, just to immediately flop onto his back when he's close enough for her to reach down and pet his stomach.
OMG HIM BURYING THE SCARY TOYS!! that's so cute. 🥺 mc would be so confused when she's big, asking where all his toys are, and he'd just smile and go "They scared my baby, so I buried them." (She'd be so touched that he did that for her, and equally embarassed that she was so scared.) He'd definitely make her go to the pet store with him when she's little, just to be completely sure that all toys are baby approved.
awww poor Minnie, just trying to tell his baby how much he loves her and gets a eyeful of fingers. They'd all find it funny as fuck, until baby starts wailing cause she hurt her kitty :( He'd have to curl up in her arms and lick at her fingers to make her stop crying.
He so would!! he needs to let out his affections for her, and the reciprocation of his more animalistic forms of affection just scratch an itch that human affection can't. He'd drag her into his little makeshift den (gently of course) and nip at the hands of any of the boys who reach into it. Can't they see that he's gettting her comfortable? so rude.
jungkook following little her around in bunny and human form, doing whatever she so cutely asks him to. :(( Making himself known with soft headbutts and chirps when she calls out for her bunny. He'd respond to her so much in bunny form that even in human form his head snaps around when she says anything close to "bunny."
While I don't think they hate her big headspace (they love all of them) they do definitely have times where her little space is just so endearing that they want to induce it. Putting her paci in her mouth, only respoding to childish speech, stopping her from doing things because she's "too little", only treating her like their young, etc. are all things they would do to get and keep her in littlespace. 100% success rate.
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Scent Of Love P3
REAL LIFE
COUPLE TBS X READER
RATING: SWEET + FLIRTY
I arrived home from the store throwing my jacket on the hook and immediately heard him bolting down the stairs and giving me a hug
"I missed you so badly! I was so worried about you! you were gone for so long! I didn't think you were ever coming home! I thought I'd never see you again! I was about to go out looking for you!"
"Uhhh hi, Thomas."
"Hi. I missed you. you were gone so long"
"I was gone an hour?"
"I still missed you."
"Okay Tommy, okay. come on let me go"
"No"
"Come on let me go" I laughed pushing him away and going to the kitchen "what did you do while I was gone?"
"well. I protected the house from a person with a pug. did the laundry. had a nap on the sofa and then I found a stick in the garden that took up a lot of my day"
"did you bring the stick inside?"
"......no."
"Thomas?"
"Maybe."
"where's the stick?"
"On my bed"
"alright. you clean it up though" I laughed unpacking the shopping
"did you get the food I asked for?"
"Yes, I did. tones of meat and this metal tin of stuff"
"Ahhh good" he smiled taking the tin "Oooohh for a shiny coat. I wanna be shiny"
"and I got you a present"
"A present! for me!"
I grabbed the little plush bear
"I feel offended."
"why?"
"I am a dark, impressive werewolf. a creature of the night. the stuff of mythos and legend, not some jumped up little handbag puppy -" he began but I gave the bear a squeeze setting its squeaker to quick he perked up "Gimme" he says snatching it from me giving it a cuddle and a few good squeezes
"wait! let me take the tag off so you don't choke and die" I laughed taking it back and taking their tags off "There Thomas, there's you're squeaky bear"
"Thank you y/n"
"You're welcome." I laughed "If it means you stop chewing on the sofa cushions"
"The pattern looks like bacon and it makes me hungry" he argues going to the living room then I heard the door and I saw the time
"Oh no. No no no Thomas leave the postman alone!" I yelled rushing to the door
I sat with my book and a nice glass of wine every so often giggling at the squeaks coming from the floor, it was a full moon tonight and admittedly it was really cute watching him lay on a blanket playing with his toy, I returned to my book for a while until I felt a boop on my leg so I glanced over my book. seeing him sitting there all fluffy and sweet his head turned to the side giving me the sad puppy eyes with his bear in his mouth he had booped his little wet nose on my leg. "Yes?" I asked and he only whined, "what do you want Thomas?" I giggled he still only whined laying his nose on my leg "Come on, you spend all the time outside of this as a human you can figure out how to communicate what you want"
He put his paws up on the sofa beside me and I glared a little
"You wanna come up?" I asked "You want to come for a cuddle? fine" I sighed
instantly he jumped on the sofa with me and gave me a cuddle
"Awwwww you are so cute" I smiled giving his face a smoosh "so cute and fluffy" I giggled stroking and playing with his fluffy fur "such a cute fluffy little puppy. whos my big fluffy boy." I smiled giving him a cuddle "You wanna belly scratch? yeah want me to scratch your tummy" I giggled he happily allowed me to do so so I gave his stomach a good scratch making him kick his legs excitedly "Awwww such a cute little puppy" I smiled "This is weird when I remember you're a person" I sighed and he groaned "Yeah well I'm not giving you cuddles and belly scratches when you're a person Thomas that's just weird I only do it when you're a big fluffy wolf because of your just soo cute" I smiled and he groaned again "No your not that cute as a person. hu. I don't know if I actuly understood you there or if I just know what you'd say in response" I laughed
I sat at the dining table doing a bit of work Thomas sat cross-legged on the floor in his shorts and t shirt his bear in his arms staring at me "Not now Thomas" I sighed continuing to work
"But y/n" he whines
"no go do something else"
"But I wanna play"
"I'm busy right now" I laughed
"But play" he whines
I sighed and grabbed a tennis ball from the side had threw it across the house, so he bolted after it leaving me to get some work done until he returned crawling back to the foot of my chair putting the ball on the table and sitting his chin there too with a wide smile
"Again"
"fine" I sighed taking the ball and throwing it again and of course, he ran after it soon enough returning putting the ball on the table and staring at me
"Again"
"Thomas. I'm busy"
"again" He pleads
"Fine!" I sighed throwing the ball, just then I heard the door so I went and got it making sure to shut the living room door so Thomas wouldn't come and growl at whoever it was. and I saw a man with a small pug in his arms
"uhh hello"
"Hi. I'm dan I live about six houses down"
"Okay" I nodded
"I just wanted to let you know, I assume it when you go to work, I walk past with Edgar here and your big blonde Huskey keeps growling at little Edgar"
"ahh yes," I giggled "My Huskey. I will make sure he calms down" I smiled
"Thank you," he says heading off so I shut and locked the door heading back into the living room and seeing a very angry Thomas with his bear "blonde fucking Huskey!"
"I mean.... your wolf form kinda does look like a husky. your big blonde and fluffy"
"I am gonna eat that fucking pug"
"No! Thomas do not eat the pug"
"He's an asshole!"
"I don't care you leave the pug alone."
"and what?"
"and you'll get a treat"
"I'm a human half the time I can go buy my own treats"
"did you want to go for a ride in the car?"
"I can drive myself"
"But you can sit in the back and put your head out the window"
"maybe..."
"I'll take you to the store and let you buy more balls and toys"
"fine."
"Good boy" I smiled petting his hair "No more growling at the pug"
"I promise"
"or the postman"
"But he-"
"I don't care what he smells like Thomas"
"fine"
"Good boy" I smiled giving him a cuddle "My good little puppy"
"I'm a cool epic deadly werewolf!" He pouts
"My puppy"
"fine. I'm your puppy, can we go for a walk in the park?
"yes come on"
"yay!"
"Hey, Thomas?"
"Yeah?"
"what do I smell like?"
"what?"
"you keep going on that certain people smell funny, what do I smell like to you?"
"you, smell lovely and comforting and you make me happy, if nothing else because I associate you with hugs and treats," he says "but I like being around you"
I sat in bed reading my book with the lamp on, and I heard the door creak open so I glanced up and saw Thomas wondering over sitting his head on my bedsheet
"Yes, Thomas?" I sighed
he whined
"you're not coming in the bed Thomas. no. go to your own room"
He only whined more giving me the puppy eyes
"No, I don't care that your in wolf mode
he whined and climbed into the bed with me
"Thomas, go to bed," I told him but he just came and snuggled with me "Fine" I sighed petting his fur "You are such a cuddle pup" and he growled at me "Sorry sorry wolf."I laughed "Well goodnight Thomas" I smiled putting my book down and giving him a kiss before I turned over to sleep.
when I woke up I felt his arms around me closely I laughed a little knowing he was defiantly a human again, I gave him a shove making him groan.
"Ummmm what?"
"Your human again"
"I know." he groans
"so.... go back to your own bed"
"why?"
"Becuase I let puppy you snuggle because your soft and cute, your human now so bugger off"
"am I not soft and cute now?"
"No. go back to your own room"
"can't I stay? a little longer y/n?" he begs "Please"
"fine" I sighed
"Ummmm I love you"
"what?" I asked sitting up in shock
"I'll be honest I thought you knew?"
"Knew? how would I know?"
"for one I let you know about the fact I'm a werewolf? I snuggle with you whenever I get the chance"
"Yeah like a puppy"
"I'm not a puppy! I'm a wolf. and I really do love you. I mean honestly, you kinda mean to me if I didn't love you I would have eaten you by now"
"why would you have eaten me?"
"You don't give me all the treats"
"so why don't you?"
"Cause I love you. I've loved you since the first moment I saw you, and sniffed you. you smelled so sweet and snuggly your pheromones make me happy"
"Seriously?" I giggled and he nodded slowly getting upset I smiled and gave him a little kiss "I love you too"
"Really?"
"Of course, I love my little puppy, honestly if I didn't I would have given you up to since like a year ago"
"Awwww I love you soo much!" He smiled jumping on me
"Awww I love you too"
I stood slowly doing the cooking for dinner tonight when I heard his constant sniffing and scuttering as I cooked, until I felt his arms around me tightly and his kisses start
"No Thomas," I told him pushing him away
"But y/n" He whines cuddling me again and trying to kiss me
"No puppy," I told him "Just because it's mating season does not mean you have to be attached to my waist"
"But y/n!"
"No."
"Ummmmm I wanna bite you so bad"
"No puppy. go on. go play outside with your stick"
"I broke my stick"
"Then go play with your teddy"
"No! I got the squeaker out it's not fun anymore" he pouts cuddling me closely and then I felt it
"Go and hump something else puppy!"
"but I wanna hump my pretty girly"
"well don't hump me. don't hump anything. I know it's mating time for you but you're not in wolf mode right now so be a man and quit thinking with your erection"
"to be fair both wolf and human men think with their erection the odds are already stacked against me"
"Go. go on. go do something else I don't care what just no humping me. Or no walk in the park"
"I can walk myself"
"No treats"
"fine" He sighed going to the living room
"and no humping the sofa"
"damn it!"
"I've lived with you a while now Thomas I know how you think"
#tbs#tbs au#tbs fanfiction#tbs smut#tbs smutty#tbs sex#TBS Imagine#tbs imagines#thomas#thomas sangster#thomas brodie sangster#thomassangster#thomasbrodiesangster#thomas sangster imagine#thomas brodie sangster imagine#thomas sangster smut#thomas sangster x reader#thomas sangser imagine#thomas brodie sangster i#thomas brodie sangster smut#thomas broide sangster imagine
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How would the animatronics react if on an april fools day, they were brought in for an upgrade, which stuck them ALL on zoomies mode all day?
Staff regret this within five minutes. Roxy's zooms are typically contained and short lived since she gets tired after a couple hours but all day? For every animatronic? The staff want to find whoever came up with this and beat their asses.
Freddy suddenly won't shut up. He has roared more today than ever before. He's been drumming out beats on every surface possible and stomping his feet to make a beat. Some kids are kinda scared, others suddenly think he's cooler than Monty. This is the tamest of the zooms.
Chica is singing and chirping and has not come down from the support beams since it started. She's jumping between them, has almost fallen like twelve times in an hour but it does not stop her. She's climbing anything and everything she physically possibly can. They found her singing and dancing on top of Monty's gold statue in Rockstar Row and singing upside down hanging from the ship in Kids Cove. She's having a blast and suddenly understands the appeal of Roxy's zooms.
Monty has absolutely accidentally yeeted a child. Things have been thrown and his claws are flying through everything and it feels great. He's roaring and stomping around and chomping random objects and the property damage is multiplying by the hour. He fell in the water and he's been swimming laps around Gator Golf for three hours straight, dipping low into the water and jumping out occasionally like a dolphin. After this, he never teases Roxy with a squeaky ball ever again. It was fun though
Roxy has not stopped running at all. She actually caught the kid that Monty yeeted on accident, gently placed them down and then was gone again. She's howling as she charges around and if she doesn't get something to chew soon, she'll end up chewing her arm off. If Bonnie and Foxy are here? Bonnie catches her mid sprint, sticks a squeaky toy in her teeth and this is the only time she's been able to stay still all day since he trapped her in a hug to do it. The howls are replaced with loud squeaks and she's now jumping around a lot more as well. Feeling this hyper for this long knocks her out for like a day.
Bonnie has also been running around a lot. He's jumped off the balconies like thirty times and he is going boing and cartwheeling more than Sunny normally does. He's dancing and clapping almost constantly. He adds a few vocals to Chica's singing when she's low enough to the ground to hear him and he threw a bowling ball through the wall at least once. He slows down long enough to say to the staff that they should maybe cancel the show that night but it turns out Freddy already ensured it had been.
Foxy has never understood Roxy more than when the zooms hit him. He is racing after her trying to keep up and the two make a game out of it until Roxy gets the squeaker. Foxy gets one too and now they're just sprinting around eachother squeaking up a storm. He springs around a lot and he dove headfirst into a box a few times only to get stuck until Monty yeeted the box he was in. He's barking and yipping at everything and as he comes down from the zooms, he and Roxy just flop over on the floor somewhere barking at eachother in a slowly decreasing intensity.
Sunny just gets extra hyper. The jingling bells has grown in intensity cause they found even more bells and stuck them to himself with glitter glue. Speaking of, they are so covered in glitter you could mistake him for a disco ball. The daycare has never been cleaner since as soon as there's a mess, it's gone in three seconds flat. They're like a very jingly tornado flying through the place.
Moon has lost all sense of naptime and is preventing Sunny from switching to them until this passes. If they do end up fronting they're flying around like Superman on a sugar rush. Has grabbed some of the other animatronics and dropped them into the ballpit. He's having a blast but is also very grateful when it's over.
DJ Music Man is like a whack a mole game now. Just appears in one of the tunnels and disappears. Where is he now? No one knows! Just blasting music as he pops out of one tunnel and disappears into another at alarming speeds. The music is all over the place too, jumping from genre to genre at lightning speed but it's somehow still a bop.
Safe to say after this, anyone who teased Roxy about the zooms before, has now eaten their words and sworn off doing it ever again.
#fnaf security breach#roxanne wolf#glamrock chica#pop rox answers#glamrock freddy#five nights at freddy's security breach#montgomery gator#glamrock bonnie#glamrock foxy#the daycare attendant#fnaf sunny#fnaf moon#look at em go!!!#zoom!!!
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Pink Crayons and Pinky Promises - Part 2
Summary: Being a super cool big brother is hard work sometimes. Especially when you don’t feel as big as usual, Vee doesn’t feel as little as usual, you parents are asleep, your baby sister’s pullup needs changing, you both need breakfast, you don’t know where crayons come from, and you miss your Mommy. But Mommy always calls Roman a clever little boy, so he’s gonna try to deal with all that stuff anyway! That can’t be too hard, right?
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As much as Roman tried to enjoy colouring again, it was suddenly really hard. His head felt stuffy and his chest felt full—and not in the nice bubbly way. In the yucky balloon way. The yucky balloon always meant he was bored, and Roman hated being bored!
He threw the crayon to the carpet and pouted around his toothbrush. Not even chewing the crunchy bristles could stop the yucky balloon that was swelling in his chest. He rubbed his feet on the carpet again, but that didn’t help either. And now his fingers were feeling tingly! It was the worst feeling in the whole entire world forever and ever!
He groaned and flopped back to lie on the floor with his arms spread out. Bobbles of the carpet caught under his fingernails as he scratched it over and over again. Everything sucked!
Vee squeaked.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Roman asked, feeling a little bit… not little anymore. It wasn’t that he wanted to be big—he really, really didn’t—but it was always tricky staying so little without a grownup there to encourage it.
There was no response from Vee except some little babyish hums. Then some silence. Then an even louder sound: a chirp!
Roman raised his head from the floor just enough to see Vee’s back. Fae was wiggling around on faer butt with faer hand still held to faer mouth. Sucking sounds told Roman that fae was still eating the melon. And every couple of seconds, fae would make more squeaks and hums and chirps!
The yucky balloon in Roman’s chest deflated. “Is it yummy, Titch?” he giggled, sitting back up.
Vee always made funny sounds when she ate. Daddy called them yummy sounds, and Mommy said that was stimming too. It didn’t look much like stimming to Roman, but Mommy was super duper smart so Roman believed him. He liked this version of Vee’s stimming a lot because the noises were fun to listen to!
More chirping met Roman’s ears. Then he saw Vee’s legs kick out gently against the floor. Kick, kick, kick, quick but soft. That meant Vee really liked what she was eating.
Vee being happy made Roman feel a whole lot happier, so he picked his crayon back up to keep colouring!
The only sounds in the room were the crayon scribbles, the toothbrush bristles, Vee’s yummy sounds, and Roman’s little giggles when Vee made a particularly funny noise. He was smiling so hard and for so long that his cheeks even ached!
Then one of Vee’s squeaks got cut short by a whine. Roman looked over at his sister just in time to see faer pick a big black seed from faer mouth and drop it onto the carpet.
“You don’t like the seeds?” he asked, taking his toothbrush out of his mouth. There were a few seeds all over the carpet where Vee had apparently dropped them already.
Vee shaked faer head. “Wucky!” fae squeaked, and even stuck faer tongue out to show just how yucky fae thought they were. “Not s’posed to eat them ‘cause then Daddy can’t gwow them!”
That gave Roman a really creative and clever and funny idea! He tried to look casual, inspecting his toothbrush as if it was far more interesting than what he was about to say.
“Well they can still grow,” Roman started with a sly smile. “They would just grow in your tummy instead of the ground.”
He waited a moment—just long enough to seem cool but not dismissive—then checked Vee’s reaction.
She was frowning suspiciously, the tip of her tongue stuck out in thought. (Though she might have just been licking some melon juice from her lips. There was definitely enough dripping all over her cheeks.)
“They don’t do that…” Vee’s fingernail went back up to her sticky lips and she went quiet again. Then she whispered: “Do they?”
“Sure they do!” Roman nodded. He acted surprised and asked, “You’ve really never had a little fruit tree grow in your tummy before?”
It was pretty funny watching Vee’s eyes get slowly wider. Fae shook faer head. “No, I—Well I don’t think so.”
Roman’s lips betrayed him by pulling into a smirk, but he quickly shoved his toothbrush back in his mouth to hide it. “I fink you woulda noticed if you did. You woulda felt it for sure.”
It was less funny watching Vee’s eyes get quickly shinier. “B-because it hurts?!” Faer breathing got faster and faer eyes darted down to the seeds on the floor. Then fae pulled faer legs up into another tight hug. “I don’t wan’ a fwuit twee hurtin’ m-my tummy!” fae whimpered.
Uh oh.
“No, no, no, Vee! I didn’t—It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt!” Roman scooched on his butt to be right next to Vee and wrapped his arm around her.
“How d’you know?” Vee’s voice was really quiet. She was still scared.
Roman had to think something up real fast. And fast ideas weren’t always the bestest ones.
“I had a melon tree in my tummy once.”
It could’ve gone a whole lot worse than it did, but luckily Vee didn’t look upset by Roman’s answer. She just looked really freaked out.
“In your tummy?!” Vee squealed.
Her voice was so loud and squeaky that Roman even dropped his toothbrush on his empty plate to cover his ear! “Hey, we don’t wanna wake Mommy or Daddy!”
“In your tummy?” Vee repeated in a whisper.
A giggle bubbled up Roman’s chest and out of his mouth. His feet went brush, brush, brush. “Yeah, Titch! That’s how I know it doesn’t hurt.”
All of Vee’s attention was now on Roman. Her mouth was dropped open and she was staring at him and leaning forward. “Was it when we had the melon when it was waining?”
Roman shook his head and sat up straight with a proud smile. “Nu uh, that was only a month ago. This was way before that. Like before you lived with us.”
“Wow…” Vee gasped. “Did Daddy help you get it out?”
Roman’s eyes went wide and he hurriedly added, “No, Daddy didn’t know about it! A-and neither did Mommy, so don’t ask them ‘cause they won’t remember.” That was a close one! He didn’t wanna be in trouble for thinking of cool answers that were maybe not that true.
Vee nodded in understanding, then looked down at her fluffy socks, frowning. It looked like she was thinking hard.
After a few moments, fae hummed and nodded to faerself. “Okay, but even if they’re weally small and it doesn’t hurt, I still don’t want any twees in my tummy.” As if to prove faer point, Vee picked a seed out from one of her melon cubes and dropped it on the side of faer plate.
“Suit yourself,” Roman shrugged. Then—just to prove to his baby sister that he was a brave big boy—he picked the seed up and popped it in his mouth.
“Wo-Wo!” Vee screeched and launched herself on top of him. Her feet kicked out behind her and flung the melon and crayons all over the floor. “Don’t, it’ll gwow in your tummy again!”
Roman laughed even as Vee was crawling into his lap and getting really close up in his face. Then he stuck his tongue out to show her the seed. “I mot swawowed it yep!”
A big gasp came from Vee and her hand quickly lifted, ready to reach into his mouth! But Roman was super fast and grabbed her wrist before she could. Vee kept pushing her hand forward though, and Roman jolted back to get away from it.
With Vee’s weight in Roman’s lap, they both tumbled back onto the carpet, Vee still trying to put her sticky fingers in Roman’s mouth and Roman pushing her hands away as fast as he could.
“Eww, what are you doing?!”
“I’m gonna take it out!”
“No, don’t touch me!”
“Gimme da seed!”
“Your fingers are all sticky and—”
“We not s’posed to hab twees in our—”
“Get your icky baby hands out of my mouf!”
Suddenly, a low chuckle came from the hallway that made both of the littles freeze. They looked over at the living room door just in time to see it push open…
To reveal Nana Janus!
“You two certainly have a lot of energy this morning,” Nana said, smiling as he stepped into the room.
“Nana!” both littles squealed in unison.
“W-we didn’t know you were here!” Roman scrambled to sit up and pushed Vee off his lap. She didn’t cry or anything, she just wriggled onto her butt and held her arms up to Nana, whining. What a baby!
“Good morning to you too, little ones.” Nana looked around the floor and his smile went a bit different—like the smaller, tighter, wobblier one he had whenever Vee was throwing her toys everywhere or Roman was running around in his underwear. The tired kinda one.
“I see you’ve been busy…” he said slowly, kneeling down to where Vee was making grabby hands at him. “Looks like Nana has his cleaning work cut out for him, don’t you agree?”
Roman twisted his head round to look over the floor. There was lots of icky melon and seeds and cereal and crayons all over the carpet. He bit his lip and looked back at Nana with a giggle. “Oopsy daisy!”
That made Nana’s bigger smile come back. “Oopsy daisy indeed.” He pulled Vee into his lap and it made her stop whining. “But don’t get yourself in a fret, little prince, we can tidy up a bit later.”
What silly words! Roman giggled and brushed his feet all over again.
“M-m-m-m—”
The baby was trying to talk! Roman and Nana both looked at faer and Vee blushed under their attention. Fae wiggled and pulled at faer pyjama shirt again. “M-m-me and Wo-Wo are habin’ fun!” Faer voice went real squeaky and happy.
“You’re having fun? Without me?!” Nana gasped dramatically and held Vee’s shoulders, jiggling them a little.
Big giggles spilled from Vee, and then Roman joined in. They looked at each other with excited smiles. Nana was funny!
When they had gotten over their giggle fit, Nana spoke again. “I was listening to your conversation for a while. Roman, I never knew you were so knowledgeable on crayons and melon seeds.”
Electric excitement coursed through Roman’s veins and he bounced on his butt and brushed, brushed, brushed his feet and scribbled his fingers on the carpet! “Yeah, I-I-I teached Vee lots!”
“Yes, I know,” Nana said with a different smile. The sneaky kind of smile. He pointed at his eyepatch. “I could tell.”
Heat flooded Roman’s cheeks. Nana only ever wore his eyepatch when he was seeing lots and lots of yellow. And Nana only ever saw lots and lots of yellow when someone was doing lots and lots of lying.
“Um, Nana?” Vee whispered, tugging Nana’s waistcoat and making him look down at her instead.
Phew! Saved by the baby.
“Yes, little hatchling? Did you want to play with my watch chain?”
Vee shook her head and looked at Roman. Then she tugged Nana’s waistcoat again and leaned near his ear. Like she was tryna keep Roman from hearing it! But her whisper was too loud for Roman not to hear:
“Did you come down the chimney?”
It took a lot of effort for Roman to not roll his eyes. Ever since Christmas, Vee kept asking Daddy if anyone was gonna break into their chimney. And now it was summer! Roman thought it was a very silly thing to be worried about. Of course no one could come down their chimney; only Santa Claus could do that ‘cause he was magic!
And while Nana did know lots of magic tricks, it was a different sort of magic, Roman was sure. Although, Nana always bringed them lots of presents. And Roman saw him eating gingerbread cookies with milk one night when he was babysitting them… Maybe Roman would have to investigate if Nana had any links with the North Pole!
“No, darling,” Nana assured, tucking Vee’s bangs behind her ear. They were getting real long. “I didn’t come down the chimney.”
Vee sighed in relief.
“Did you, um, crawl through the dog door?” Roman laughed, knowing he was being silly. It was fun to be silly with Nana because he made cool jokes!
“Well yes, but that was last week,” Nana said, then winked at Roman.
That was his special way of telling Roman he was joking, because Roman was clever and he knew what sarcasm was! It made him feel super big and cool to be in on the grownup joke while Vee looked at Nana in shock, so he wiggled happily.
“I just didn’t go home last night,” Nana explained.
“Did you sleep in da apple twee?” Vee asked.
Nana laughed loudly and cuddled Vee closer to him. Roman hugged himself. He wished Mommy was here…
“That was the original plan, but then your Daddy said I could sleep in his bed. So I thought I might as well accept the offer.”
Roman gasped and got ready to speak—but Nana gave him the warning look and beat him to it.
“No, Roman,” Nana said sternly and raised his eyebrow—the one with the shiny piercing that Roman wasn’t allowed to poke anymore. “Before you accuse me of anything, your Daddy was not in there with me.”
Roman squinted at Nana suspiciously. You could hardly blame him for wanting to make sure his Mommy and Daddy weren’t cuddling anyone else!
Then Nana pulled a pack of baby wipes from his sleeve making both of the littles gasp—that’s the kinda magic tricks he did! “Now, why don’t you tell me what you’ve been up to this morning while I clean Vee up a bit, hmm?”
The warning voice was back to a soothing voice, and Roman felt all wiggly again!
“Um, um, um!” Roman started, taking a big, stuttering breath. His chest was tight with just how much energy he had to get out, and his mind was racing with all the stuff he wanted to tell Nana!
Like about how he stopped Vee from crying and how he offered to play without his cars so his little sister could join in. Or maybe about how he was so clever in thinking of how to get downstairs and make breakfast all without breaking any rules! Ooh, or about how brave he was for not crying when his hands got yucky and how he helped his baby sister read the crayon label! Oh but he wanted to show Nana his drawing too!
“Um, um, um, uh, um, um—” Roman babbled, his tongue struggling to keep up with his brain.
“Let’s start with what you did once you were downstairs, little prince,” Nana interrupted softly. “Can you do that for Nana?”
It was weird how Nana didn’t need to raise his voice over Roman to get the thoughts to stop zooming so fast in Roman’s brain, but it worked! Roman took a deep breath to calm down. It was really hard to talk right when he was so excited.
“Um, we-we-we—I made breakfast!” he said louder than he really meant to. He was just super happy because he knew Nana would praise him!
“Oh goodness, all on your own?” Nana’s jaw dropped in surprise as he passed Roman a fresh baby wipe.
Roman giggled with a nod and took the baby wipe to clean his hands. Then he accidentally made a weird happy, throaty sound. Kinda like Vee’s yummy sounds. He bit his lip to hold any more back and wiggled his knees as he wiped his fingers clean.
Then Nana gushed, “What a smart little boy you are, Roman!”
“Eep!” Roman couldn’t hold that sound back. “Y-yeah, yeah, yeah, I am!” He felt almost dizzy with excitement! He quickly finished cleaning his hands then screwed up the wipe and dropped it into Nana’s lap. “I was so clever and-and-and big!”
“Very big indeed,” Nana agreed while he ran his own baby wipe over Vee’s hands. He swirled his finger on Vee’s palm and she squealed and kicked her feet and twisted her head to rest it on Nana’s shoulder.
Then Nana tutted and picked off a piece of cereal that had been stuck to her cheek with melon juice.
“Eww!” Roman giggled. “Vee, you got food everywhere!”
Vee just giggled back and buried her head in Nana’s neck. It looked like she was getting even more little now that they had a grownup with them. Roman was too! He just wasn’t a baby.
“Come on, sweetie, up, up.” Nana stroked Vee’s hair as fae lifted faer head back up and looked at him with a pout. “Say ahh, baby. Ahh, ahh,” Nana demonstrated, holding his mouth open and his chin up.
“A-a-ah!” Vee opened her mouth in a little circle, and Nana quickly wiped all over her sticky cheeks.
“There we are,” Nana whispered, screwing up the wipe and dropping it into Roman’s lap. (Roman squawked and flicked it off straight away!) “Well, I certainly hope at least some of the food ended up in your little tummies.” Nana’s finger swirled on Vee’s tummy this time and fae squeaked and quickly hugged faer tummy.
“Yeah, look!” Roman blurted, remembering yet another thing he needed praise for. He hurriedly grabbed his Spongebob divider plate and held it up proudly. “Look, Nana, look!”
“Yes, darling, I’m looking. And do you know what I can see?”
Roman nodded quickly, eyes tight shut with a smug smile. He was such a good boy and he knew it! “Mhm, my empty plate! Be-because I was a good boy and eated all my breakfast!”
“Oh, it’s not quite empty.”
There was no way that was true! Roman remembered, he eated all of his food! He opened his eyes, knowing there was nothing left on his plate except his—Uh oh.
His chewed up toothbrush…
“Roman, look at Nana.”
The warning voice was back and Roman bit his lip and lowered the plate back to the floor. Keeping his mouth firmly shut, he looked up at Nana with the most innocent smile he could muster.
Suddenly, Nana’s hand darted forward, his fingertips landing on the sole of Roman’s foot and scribbling over his sock.
“Aah, Nana!” Roman squealed, immediately falling into a stream of laughter.
He hurriedly pulled his feet under his butt so Nana couldn’t tickle them anymore. (It was really fun when Nana or Daddy tickled his feet, but not as fun as when Mommy did it. Mommy was Roman’s favourite tickle monster!)
But then Nana’s fingers held Roman’s chin up and gently pulled his lip down. Oh no! Nana had tricked him!
“Nanaaa,” Roman whined, scrunching his face up and squinting his eyes shut. His gums kinda hurt from his mouth being open…
Thankfully, Nana dropped his chin quickly. But it was too late. Roman opened his eyes and saw Nana giving him the you’ve-been-naughty look.
“Your gums are positively raw, Roman!” Nana tutted. Then he sighed and shaked his head. “Would you care to tell me why you’ve been chewing your toothbrush when your Mommy and Daddy and Nana have all said that that’s not allowed?”
“Uh ohhh…” Vee whispered, and Roman glared at faer. Fae hid faer face on Nana’s shoulder again.
“I not been chewing it!” Roman defended with a pout. “I was just, um, lookin’ at it!”
That was never gonna work. All Nana had to do was tap his eyepatch for Roman to scramble over an excuse.
“Um, w-well I might of chewed it a little, but only ‘cause… Um, be-because—”
Vee’s head quickly poked up from Nana’s shoulder and she squeaked, “He was chewin’ on it all mornin’, Nana.”
“Little prince!” Nana scolded. “You know you’re not allowed to do that. I’m going to have to tell your parents.”
“Vee-Vee, we had a deal!” Roman whined and kicked his feet on the carpet. What a little tattletale!
Vee didn’t look sorry at all! She even had an evil little baby smile and fidgeted with her pyjamas while she giggled. “You said don’t tell Mummy or Daddy! And Nana is allowed to tell them!”
“What a cheeky little monkey,” Nana chuckled and tickled under Vee’s ear, making her squeal. “That was very clever, baby.”
Hot, heavy stuff filled Roman’s ears and head and he clenched his jaw so tight his gums hurt all over again. Two could play at that game! He crossed his arms and argued, “Well then I’m telling Nana you didn’t change your bedtime pullup!”
That stopped Vee’s giggling. Roman even felt kinda proud at how much her face dropped and how loud she gasped.
“Oh, sweetheart…”
Nana’s voice was so soft it kinda surprised Roman. His own mischievous smile dropped off his face and he looked up at Nana.
Nana was looking down at Vee’s face with a worried kinda look, and he stroked her bangs again even though they were already tucked back. “Is that true, darling?” he whispered.
Fae tugged at her pyjama top again and nodded silently. She looked like she’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it
“Can you tell Nana if it was wet when you woke up?” Nana asked gently.
It made Roman’s heart and tummy drop when he saw Vee’s eyes go wet again.
Now he probably looked like he’d done something naughty and felt really bad about it…
“Nana?” Roman mumbled, hunching his shoulders a little when Nana looked at him again. “Um… her pullup was wet but she said she didn’t wanna change it.”
Vee whined loudly. Faer body went really stiff on Nana’s lap and fae looked up at him really scared—like fae was getting ready to be told off.
“Shh, it’s alright, Vee.” Nana’s hand cupped Vee’s cheek. “You’re not in trouble.”
Even Roman sighed in relief. He never wanted to get his baby sister in trouble.
Nana continued, “But your pullups aren’t like your nappies, sweetie; we really need to change them once they’re wet. We don’t want any leaks, do we?”
All of a sudden, Vee’s wet eyes got even wetter. Fae sniffled and tugged faer pyjama shirt down. Kinda like if fae was trying to hide faer—
Oh… Roman’s tummy sinked even more.
It looked like Nana thought of the same thing, because he had a sad kinda smile now. “Can Nana please check, little one?” he asked really quiet.
Nana nudged Vee’s hands off her pyjama top and out of her lap. Then they could see a small wet patch on her pants.
Vee started whimpering and wriggling straight away.
“Oh, sweetie,” Nana cood and cuddled Vee back on his chest again, swaying her gently side to side.
She made a sad squeaky sound and choked, “Didn’t kn-know.”
“I know, Vee. Shh, it’s not your fault, darling.”
Roman’s eyes went wide. Did that mean Nana thought it was his fault?
“It’s not my fault either!” Roman quickly yelled. “She wouldn’t let me help! A-a-and she pinky promised that she wouldn’t have a accident!”
“Didn’t m-m-mean to!” Vee cried back, but it was all muffled because her face was on Nana’s shoulder again.
“Hey, hey, both of you stop for a moment.”
Both littles went quiet. Even Vee’s sniffling stopped.
Nana nodded at Roman and squeezed his arms tighter around Vee. “Very good. Now we’re all going to take a deep breath, all together. On three, ready?”
Roman’s lips twitched up at the corner and he scrunched his fingernails in the carpet again. He liked taking a deep breath with Nana, it always helped. So he nodded.
“Alright,” Nana said very quiet and soft. “One… Two… Three.” He squeezed Vee’s shoulder to let her know it was time to breathe, then they all took a big breath in.
Roman’s chest filled up, up, up with air, like a big balloon. He watched Nana and when Nana nodded with his chest puffed out really far, they all breathed out again slowly.
Once it was done, Roman’s tummy felt a lot better.
“Now—” Nana’s voice was still soft “—it wasn’t anyone’s fault that Vee had a little accident. Vee, sweetie, do you remember what we say about accidents?”
Vee’s pink cheeks puffed up like they did when she was thinking real hard sometimes. Then she looked up at Nana with her fingertip between her lips. “Um… jus’ habben.”
“They just happen,” Nana repeated with a smile. “They’re not bad or yucky or naughty. They just happen, and that’s okay.”
Once Vee nodded (and smiled when Nana kissed her cheek), Nana looked over at Roman.
“And it’s not your fault either, little prince. I know you were just trying to help your sister feel comfortable. And the most important thing is you didn’t make her do something she didn’t want to do.”
Roman’s heart felt a bit lighter hearing that. But not completely… “Fae still got wet pants, though,” Roman whispered. “I wanted to help faer stay dry!”
Nana shook his head and patted Roman’s knee. It made Roman wiggle his toes. “That’s not your job, sweetheart. And wet pants are very easy to fix, aren’t they, little one?”
For a moment Roman’s tummy flipped in excitement. Nana didn’t call him little one very much, but Roman always loved it when he did!
But then he realised Nana was looking at Vee, not him. Vee was the little one, not Roman… It made his chest feel spiky and whooshy.
“Now let’s get you in a fresh pullup and dry clothes, little love,” Nana told Vee while he reached over to pick up her pacifier from where she dropped it on her colouring. “Those ones can’t be very comfy, can they?”
“Gaga pwup?” Vee babbled with her whole thumb stuck in her mouth. She was obviously more of a baby now. Which meant she couldn’t play with Roman anymore!
“Yes, little hatchling, Nana will help you change your pullup.” He held up the pacifier and Vee gasped. “Do you want your dummy, baby?”
Vee did the grunt that meant yes please, and Nana pulled her thumb out from her mouth and put in the paci instead.
“There we are!” Nana smiled. Then he moved onto his knees like he was about to lift Vee and get up.
But Roman hurriedly grabbed Nana’s wrist to stop him from standing. “We weren’t finished colouring yet!”
Both Vee and Nana were looking at Roman surprised. He let go of Nana’s wrist and pouted grumpily to hopefully distract them from his blush.
“Little prince, I know you and your sister were having a lot of fun on your own.”
Roman nodded enthusiastically.
“But it’s time to fix a couple of things now,” Nana said slow and gentle, like he was being careful not to make Roman cry. But Roman wasn’t a baby, Nana didn’t need to be careful! “I need to help Vee change and then we’re going to tidy up.”
“No, I don’t want to! I want Vee to stay and colour and I want you to go away!”
The last bit wasn’t completely true… But if Nana was going to make Vee not play with him and make him do boring chores then Roman didn’t want Nana there!
“Listen to Nana, little prince,” Nana sighed and sat back down on the carpet, pulling Vee closer on his lap again. “I know you like to be a big boy, but today I think you’re too little to be on your own. That much is clear from the mess you’ve both made. Neither of you are in trouble,” Nana quickly added when Roman’s shoulders went tense. “I know you couldn’t help yourselves, and that’s okay. But now I think we need to give you some grownup supervision before anything else goes awry.”
“W-we’re gonna wake up Mommy?!” Roman squealed, bouncing a little on his butt. “I’m gonna show him my colouring and my plate and the cereal pieces and—”
“Not so fast, darling,” Nana chuckled. “Your mummy still needs his rest, so Nana is going to be your caregiver this morning, alright?”
It made the inside of Roman’s chest swishy and crackly and hot. Like lava! Like angry, sputtering lava!
“Now while I help your baby sister, why don’t you start by collecting all of the crayons and—”
“No!” Roman yelled.
Nana went silent while Vee whimpered. Roman knew it was bad of him to yell around the baby, and it was kinda scary to be a bad boy because he really didn’t want to be bad… But he didn’t want to clean up either! He wanted to play!
“Okay then,” Nana started, slow and gentle again. (Roman wasn’t a baby!) “Perhaps you can start by picking up the pieces of food from—”
“No!” There was no way Roman was gonna touch icky floor food! He crossed his arms tightly.
“Roman.” Nana used his strong voice. “We are not doing this today.”
The strong voice meant he wasn’t happy with Roman, and sometimes it even meant Nana would tell on him to Mommy and Daddy later. The idea of Mommy being disappointed in him made the backs of Roman’s eyes burn and his lips pull down, but he quickly scrunched his face up angrily so no-one noticed.
Nana’s voice was a bit softer when he said, “I’m sure you don’t want to clean up the mess, but I’m afraid it has to be done. If we do it together—”
“No!” Roman yelled again, his voice cracking a little.
It made Vee whine and look up at Nana, who took a deep breath.
Roman knew he was being really naughty now, and it made him feel scared and embarrassed and sad. But he was nearly gonna cry and he really didn’t want to in front of Nana, and Nana wanted to take Vee away from him, and Nana wasn’t letting Roman see Mommy! Nana was mean and Roman didn’t want to do what he said! He grabbed his toothbrush to hold it tight. It made him feel better to hold his favourite things.
“Would you like Nana to help you clean the—”
“No!” This time he even raised his foot from the carpet and stamped it back down! (It was hard because he was still on his butt, but Roman had a lot of practice stamping his feet in all kinds of situations.)
Nana ignored the foot stamp. “Well then would you like to be left alone?”
Roman’s eyes widened and he clenched his toothbrush so tight it hurt. Being left alone sounded really scary and made Roman’s throat clog, but he couldn’t let Nana know that! So he gritted his teeth and put all his strength into making his voice steady: “No, no, no!”
The look on Nana’s face wasn’t happy at all. It was tired and annoyed. “Then you’re clearly too little to make a decision for yourself. Nana is going to help you whether you like it or not.”
“No!” Roman shouted. “I don’t want Nana, I want—”
Roman gasped and closed his mouth really tight. Hot tears made his eyes wet.
Even though it was blurry from his tears, Roman could still see Nana’s face soften. Then Nana asked in a low voice, “What do you want, sweetheart?”
And that was exactly how Mommy always sounded when he was cuddling Roman and helping him to stop crying.
Without any warning, Roman suddenly felt his face crumple and his mouth made a squeaky sad sound. He quickly buried his face in his arm to try to squeeze the tears away like before, but it was too late. His sleeve was already getting wet from him crying.
“I-I—” Roman squeaked, trying to think of another clever idea. But it was too hard. He couldn’t think about anything except…
“I want my mommy!” he wailed into his arm. His tummy sinked all the way down now, and he hugged it with his free arm to try to make it feel better.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Nana cood softly.
It made Roman’s tummy swoosh so he hugged it even tighter. Then he heard some quick shuffling and suddenly a warm arm wrapped around him. Nana’s hand laid flat on his back and rubbed up and down, nice and slow. It helped Roman take a deep breath, but it was shaky and got caught in his chest. A sob broke free and he bit his lip.
“Shh, shh. It’s okay, little prince.”
“I w-want Mommy,” Roman whimpered, spluttering on his tears.
“I know you do, Roman,” Nana whispered and Roman slowly leaned against him. It was warm to lean against Nana and it felt safer. “Oh, you poor thing.”
Another little squeak met Roman’s ear, and for a moment he thought it came from him. But then he felt small fingers wrap around his hand and knew it was Vee. Roman whimpered and squeezed his sister's hand gently. He hoped fae knew it meant thank you.
Fae squeezed his hand back.
Nana’s hand went circle, circle, circle on Roman’s back. Nice and slow. “You miss your mummy, don’t you, little one?”
Roman waited a moment to find out if Nana meant him or Vee. But then Nana squeezed his shoulder softly and repeated the question. Roman was the little one.
With a wet sniffle, he dropped his arm from his face. There was no point hiding anymore, Nana and Vee definitely both knew he was crying. He still didn’t wanna look up from his lap though.
���I just—” Roman cut himself off because his voice was all croaky and thick and wobbly. He whimpered and squinted his eyes shut and squeezed his toothbrush as hard as he could. This is why he hated crying, it made him sound like a baby!
“Deep breath, little prince.”
Just like Nana said. Breathe in, deep… Breathe out, slow…
That was better. Plus, Nana’s hand was still rubbing Roman’s back and Vee’s fingers were still squeezing Roman’s hand. It all felt very safe.
Roman quickly wiped his sleeve over his eyes then looked up at Nana.
It was easier to whisper when he cried, so Roman tried that instead. “I just want Mommy to see h-how clever I been.”
Nana had a sad smile. “And he will, darling. Just as soon as he wakes up.”
Roman didn’t like that. It made his tummy sink all over again just thinking of waiting even longer to cuddle Mommy.
Then Nana’s fingers gently wrapped around Roman’s other hand and lowered it. Roman had started raising his toothbrush to his mouth without even realising! He pouted as Nana tugged his toothbrush down. Chewing his toothbrush would help him feel better right now, but he wasn’t allowed.
“Don’t you think it’ll be so much more fun to tell Mummy all about—” Nana’s eyes swept over the messy room quickly before landing back on Roman “—your endeavours after we’ve tidied up a bit? Then you can brag—uh, tell him all about how you helped to clean up, too.”
“But I want Mommy now!” Roman whined, stamping his foot again. It wasn't as hard this time though, only a soft kick. “I waited all morning a-an-and I always wake up Mommy and he’s never ever mad about it!” His lip wobbled even though he was sure he was done crying now.
The hand rubbed circles on his back again, nice and slow. It reminded him to breath in, deep, then breathe out, slow.
“I don’t doubt it for a single second, Roman,” Nana said in a bouncy voice. It was the babysitting voice and it made Roman’s tummy feel lots calmer. Even Vee perked up at the sound and wiggled happily on Nana’s lap. “But your mummy wasn’t feeling very well last night. Do you remember?”
Roman’s lips twisted in thought. Last night Mommy felt sicky and he was sad and his bedtime was really early, even earlier than Vee’s. After a moment of thought, Roman nodded his head. “Mommy was feeling yucky.”
“Wucky!” Vee squeaked and bounced in Nana’s lap with a squeal.
Roman giggled at faer excitement. Fae was just a baby, so fae didn’t really know what they were talking about… Fae probably just liked that word! It was kind of funny when the baby was excited when something not very exciting was happening!
“That’s right,” Nana said, wiggling his finger on Vee’s side. She smiled and wiggled just like the finger. “And when we’re feeling yucky, we need lots and lots of sleep to feel better.”
“But… b-but if Mommy was awake and he saw what a good boy I been then he would be happy,” Roman whined. Then he added, “And maybe I can make Mommy feel better.”
Nana’s lips pulled up in a smile and he gave Roman a squeeze. “That’s very sweet, Roman, but it’s not little ones jobs to look after their parents. That’s a big grownup job…” The hand on Roman’s back lifted away, but before Roman could pout, Nana poked his nose! “And I think we might have a very little prince this morning, hm?”
It made Roman blush and fidget. “Mhm…” he agreed quietly, then felt his toothbrush stroke across his lip before Nana tugged his hand down again.
“No, darling,” Nana scolded gently, tapping Roman’s wrist. “No chewing. Unless you want me to tell your Daddy.”
Nana was beginning to sound like Vee. Apparently being a tattletale ran in the family… With a massive sigh that he hoped would make Nana feel really guilty, Roman dropped his toothbrush back to his plate. Then he stuck his tongue out, just in case Nana didn’t realise Roman wasn’t happy about it. It made Nana laugh!
Maybe Roman wasn’t that annoyed. It actually felt really nice and soft and warm and bubbly and safe that Nana was trying to help him stop chewing the toothbrush, even if Roman really wanted to. His gums were super sore now anyway. And no matter how clever Roman was, he was still only a little boy! He knew that grownups usually knew more than he did. That was okay though! It meant Roman could just play and have fun and leave the big responsible stuff to the grownups.
“Gaga?” Vee whispered.
When Roman looked down at Vee, it was obvious she was pouting behind her paci. And she was tugging at her wet pants.
Nana’s cold fingers unwrapped from Roman’s wrist so Nana could cradle Vee’s head. “Sorry, sweetie. Let’s get right on that.” His thumb stroked over Vee’s cheek and she hummed and closed her eyes. She looked kinda sleepy.
Then Nana paused and looked back at Roman softly. “I know you’re worried about your mummy, little one, but I was with him for an hour or so last night. I promise you that he’s okay.”
Normally Roman believed Nana (unless Nana winked at him, which meant it was a big kid joke!) but this was very important. So Roman needed Nana to make a very important promise.
“Pinky promise?” Roman asked, holding his little finger up.
Nana’s pinky wrapped around his without hesitation. “Absolutely. Pinky promise,” he said very clearly, and Roman believed him. Then Nana’s hand dropped and his smile was back—the happy, soft one! “And I bet once he’s all rested up, your mummy would love to play with you later.”
Obviously! Mommy always loved playing with Roman because he was such a clever and creative little boy! Roman’s legs vibrated just thinking of all the fun he would have with his mommy. “Maybe-maybe-maybe playing lots!”
“Lots and lots!” Nana gasped, then he shuffled Vee around in his lap to start getting her ready to stand up. (She whined, but she always whined when she had to use her legs.)
Roman giggled, “A-and maybe he will play cars with me!”
“Oh, I’m certain he will.”
“And Nana you’re allowed to watch us play cars!”
A big chuckle came from Nana as he stood from the floor and helped Vee stop from tumbling over. “Thank you for your generosity, little prince. I would adore being a spectator for the hundredth time.” Once Vee was standing upright, Nana unwrapped his arm from her shoulders to hold her hand
“W-well, now you get to be a vip spectre!” Roman assured Nana, bouncing up onto his own feet. He jumped up so fast his head went all spinny and he had to hold Nana’s arm to help stay balanced.
“A V.I.P. spectator, sweetheart,” Nana corrected. (But Roman didn’t like saying each letter on its own. It took too long.) “As I said, I would love to do that later. But for now—” Nana held his empty hand out to Roman “—will you please come with me and your sister upstairs?”
Roman pouted at Nana’s hand. It was nice to hold hands, but it felt like Nana thought he was a baby who couldn’t walk on his own. Like Vee.
“Um…” he muttered, wringing his hands to avoid holding Nana’s. “But I’m a big boy. I can stay here on my own and clean the mess.”
Roman didn’t want to be on his own or clean the mess, but he did want to sound like a good big boy.
“That’s very true,” Nana nodded slowly, lowering his hand. “But you see the thing is, I seem to have forgotten all of the rules to your special car game. So I need you to explain it to me all over again, otherwise I’ll be completely lost when I watch you play with your mummy.”
“Awober again,” Vee whispered.
“Nana,” Roman giggled. How silly of Nana! “You always forget the car game rules!”
“I know, it’s funny how that happens. Now could you be a good big brother and hold Vee’s other hand for Nana?”
Yay! Now Roman got to hold someone’s hand and still feel like a big boy! Roman quickly bounced to Vee’s free side and took her empty hand, very happy that it wasn’t sticky anymore.
“Wo-Wo!” Vee cheered, smiling up at him past her paci and hugging his hand to her chest.
“I’m gonna help you walk, Vee-Vee!”
“Good boy,” Nana praised from Vee’s other side. “Now, are we all ready to head upstairs?”
Roman and Vee both nodded at Nana. It was fun when they were on their own, but it felt better to have a grownup to help them with grownup stuff. At least Roman thought so.
“Alright, here we go, little ones,” Nana announced, and they all started walking toward the hallway hand in hand. As they stepped carefully to make sure Vee didn’t trip up, Nana asked, “So will you be so kind as to tell me about your cars again, sweetheart?”
Roman’s cheeks bunched in a big smile. It was good Nana kept forgetting the car game, because it was Roman’s favourite thing to talk about!
“Okay! For the billionth time!” Roman laughed, his chest bursting with excitement for the day ahead.
“For the billionth time. I think I remember a little though. It’s the blue car who always wins the race, right?”
“Nana, it’s the red one!”
“Oh, of course. How silly of me.”
“Siwy!”
“Yeah, Vee, Nana is silly!”
“I suppose I am. What else can you tell me about the red car, little prince?”
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Tough Luck (Boba Fett x reader)
Rated: Explicit
Word Count: 5.3k
Warnings: Smut, violence, language, dry humping, oral (m), sex with binders, vaginal fingering, mildly dubious consent, mild cumplay, more sexual favors (jfc), vaginal sex, consensual loss of virginity,
Chapter (1)
a/n: howdy hey bucket fuckers. welcome to the second chapter!!! thank you so much for ms. @bobafctts for helping me THOT and help with the process of this bad boy in addition to @djxrxn whom ALSO encourages all these DISguSTAnG thots. love you, whores 🤠💖❤️
It’s a grueling ride to Coruscant. Even with a midway stop to refuel, it takes more than a couple weeks to arrive.
You wish Boba Fett had thrown you into the carbon freezer.
It’s...boring down here.
The bounty hunter had left you alone, preferring to lock himself away inside the cockpit. Not like you’d want him anywhere but there, that is. He’s not some circus clown meant to entertain an impartial audience—you’re his quarry. A quarry worth a quarter million credits.
The rare occasion you do see him is humiliating as is. Monitored refresher brakes and the singular hellacious shower incident. True, all he had done was wrestle your kicking and screaming self into the little cubicle then proceed to lock you in—and yet…Never in the entirety of your existence had you encountered anything more glacial than that water.
Stars—you swear he has a direct pipeline to Hoth.
With fingers frozen and teeth chattering so hard they rattled your skull, you made quick work of scrubbing at your hair and body. It’s a miracle you survived certain death by hypothermia, even more so you haven’t caught a cold in the following hours.
There are limited chances to protest and rebel, close to zero in fact. He’s proven to be stronger on more than one occasion, man-handling and knocking you around like some squeaky toy left to be chewed on for some oversized loth-cat.
He’s taken away the sole thing you’ve craved since coming aboard this ship; ripped it from your fingers and shattered it upon a duracrete floor. You’ve never chosen the petty undertaking after flustered nerves and lost arguments in life; it festers and twists into malice like a weight over your chest. But you’re no longer there.
Here, after the first meal bar landed in your lap, you surrendered your pride and tore into that idle act of revenge.
The meal bars thrown at your feet now begin to pile up; the one small defiance you can spare. It’s either this or throw your head against the wall until you pass out. Tragically and against your own volition, the imagery your brain provides for it forms a bubble of unease in the pit of your stomach. The sight of your own blood makes you queasy anyhow.
It’s not ideal. You’re knifing hungry, but your act of defiance works. Faster than you’d originally thought as the second sleep cycle rolls around.
Boba Fett’s spurs chink against the front of his boots, the glare of the shiny metal catching against the dim lighting. He doesn’t carry a meal bar this time. Instead all he brings is an ion storm filled with buzzing irritation you can feel crackle against your skin. Your eyes sweep up his figure as he plants himself before you, his head tipped down to meet your half-hearted glare.
With a long sigh, squats and lifts up one the meal bars, the shiny wrapper crinkling under the pressure as he points it in your direction. “I’m not interested in delivering a corpse.”
“I’m not hungry,” you quip, turning your head to glower into the murky darkness of the ship.
You jump, a pitiful squeak escaping your vocal cords as he throws the bar at your feet and lunges. His hand clamps around the binders, the roar of your heart deafening against your eardrums as he yanks you in close.
“What is it you want?” He snarls, “A deal?”
“I see how you treat your deals,” you bite back, straining against his grip. “You’re a liar and a cheat.”
Boba wrenches you forward, the tip of your nose skimming the edge of the tinted visor from how close he leans in. “Careful, Rabbit. If I recall correctly, you offered me a favor not a contract.”
Despite the inky blackness of the visor, you could easily mistake it with the intensity of a dying star. You’re caught in that same familiar, lecherous pull from before. It feels wrong to be brought so close; like dancing over the serrated edge of a blade, not meant for a mortal soul to be wandering along.
“I’ll ask again.” He states, the leather squeaking as his fingers clench tighter. “What is it you want?”
There’s no bargaining for a merciful death. You’ve seen how that would play out. All your cards are exhausted and spent and the only thing you’re left to bargain for are simple accommodation before you’re appointment with a firing squad.
“No more binders. At least for more than a couple hours.” You rush out, afraid if you don’t speak with haste he’ll cut you off. “And...and I want a blanket. It’s—it’s cold.”
He considers this, each second like a poorly wired hyperdrive—seconds from imploding. You let out a shaky breath as you catch the near imperceptible nod. “Is that all?”
“Yes...I-I think.”
He snorts. “You think? What else do you require, Rabbit?”
You ignore the sarcasm dripping through the syllables like melted sugar. Be it intimidation or your own hormones betraying your rational mind, your eyes dip down. You curse yourself for his perceptiveness.
It comes with the job you suppose. No one becomes the best bounty hunter in the parsec using untrained eyes.
“You know, girl,” he chuckles, a gravelly rasp against the vocoder. “I could...return the favor.”
If you had it your way, wielding an iron grip of control on your own body, you’d stop the tidal wave of crackling arousal from licking at your heels and settling in the pit of your stomach. It’s a rush of electricity guilt yet you’re able to reign in your tongue and speak; as shaky and unsure as it is. “What makes you think I want anything more to do with you?”
“There’s no harm changing your mind,” he says. Boba cocks his head to the side and rocks forward, capturing and twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers. “As you said—you’ll die soon anyhow.”
With a goading tug on your hair he sits up, the tinkle of his spurs filling the space as he saunters a couple paces away. He smooths a hand over a large cargo crate, the leather glove rasping against the wood and with a sigh, he sits. He settles his back against it, your eyes not once leaving his figure, entranced by each subtle movement and swish of his cloak that bunches beneath him.
“Come claim your favor, Rabbit,” Boba purrs, crossing his legs and leaning further into the cargo crate. He’s awfully nonchalant—like a loth-cat furled out in the sun. Though you know, behind the undisturbed facade, one wrong move and he’ll pounce; sink those razor sharp talons into exposed flesh.
“Anything?”
If you could see his eyes, you imagine he’d be rolling them. He pats his thigh. “Why don’t you sit on my lap and then we’ll talk.”
You don’t think about the fact that this is worse than before. That you’re letting yourself clamber over his crossed legs and into his lap. You hate that the crackling fire, greedy and dark, burns through your core as if it had never had a taste of pleasure before.
His hands skim up your thighs, covered and impersonal. You don’t let that kernel of disappointment wiggle into your thoughts—it’s bad enough you’re here. In spite of this, you think, fuck it. You might as well. Your life is such a shit show anyhow might as well indulge.
You hiss in surprise as your crotch meets the unforgiving metal codpiece. “Take it off?”
“You take it off, Rabbit.”
Your teeth clamp down into the inside of your cheek. Bastard. Cocky, smug, asshole—
The list could go on forever and despite the irritation snapping inside your chest like a cut wire, your fingers find the latches to the dark green codpiece. You’re rough taking the blasted thing off, delighting in the bounty hunter’s little chagrined grunt as you tug and pull without much caution.
“Careful.”
You shoot the best glare you can muster and stick your tongue out, jolting as his fingers dig into the flesh of your ass in retaliation. With a clatter the codpiece falls off; the thick swell of his cock creating an attractive line against the white fabric.
The same trepidation returns. You’re digging your own grave here, shoveling through dirt and tough layers of gravel in order to toss yourself in. It shouldn’t be this easy to convince yourself to fall into those greedy claws of arousal.
“Well?” Boba challenges, snaking a hand around the swell of your waist. “Get moving before I change my mind.”
“What do you suggest I do then?” You snip, exasperated by his indignant shrug.
With a low hum he anchors his hold over your hips and yanks you further over his crotch. “You could be a good girl and get yourself off.”
You swallow, chewing on the edge of your lip. “Like this? Nothing else?”
“I don’t know, Rabbit,” he sighs, “but it feels good, doesn’t it?”
Before you can ask, he rolls his hips up, pressing the firmness of his cock against your covered cunt. You gasp and rock into him, a hand shooting out to grab at his shoulder pauldron. His snort of amusement only encourages your spiral into madness as he allows you to set your own pace; a timid and shallow undulation of you hips that only serves to amp up the craving and not sate it in the slightest.
Stars, it’s hard to think like this. Every spark of pleasure is a catalyst to the inferno that tears through the fabrics of your being. It’s an effortless process to forget who you’re using to get off; easy to tumble into that pit of pleasure with each buck of your hips.
Your cries are harsh, an incoherent string of curses and his name all thrown into one. Fuck—it’s blinding. The catch and pull of the fabric against your clit and the hardness of his cock that presses against your inner thigh; pitching quite an impressive tent in those creamy white trousers.
It rushes up, searing and white-hot that’s got your whole figure into stiffening and catapulting into bliss. With a groan your head dips onto his shoulder, the scent of plasma and an undercurrent of smoke lingering on the fabric of his cowl. Your hips still rock into his lap, riding out the last dregs of pleasure.
In retrospect you should have known. Deduced that this favor claimed as yours would shift into something completely his. He’s never satisfied with the terms unless he gets the larger cut.
Just as your hips begin to slow, he readjusts his grip and grinds his straining cock against your sensitive pussy.
Boba’s hands, one cradling your spine while the other clamps down over you ass is an anchor so unyielding it’d take a ship cutter to brake; he’s heaving your body into they jerky and erratic roll of his hips, too far gone to care about technique or poise. Just a means to an end—desperate for release. His breathy grunts reverberate through the vocoder, near deafening this close to your ear as the hand resting between your shoulder blades, latches onto the back of your neck.
If not for the intensity of your orgasm, devastating and still wracking through your body in tiny jolts of lingering pleasure, you’d have fought his hold. Instead, you allow Boba to urge you forward, the cool metal a shocking contrast against your forehead in comparison to your flushed state. His own head is bowed against yours, playing into that foreign sense of intimacy as he finds his release.
With a stuttered groan, his fingers harpoon into your flesh and cums.
His chest heaves, fervent gulps of air harsh and distorted by the vocoder as he winds down from his high. You’re no better; your breath fans across the visor, the humidity painting a foggy layer of perspiration over the visor as your body still quivers with the aftershocks of pleasure. He’s the first one to part; jerks his head away as if you've burned him.
In the following seconds, it’s as if your eyes are glued to that visor. There’s no telling wether you’re moments away from being slaughtered or allowed to sustain this little charade he’s put you through.
“Oh, Rabbit…” A shiver tears down your spine as he glances between your bodies. There’s a wet patch, the fabric dampened by both your combined releases staining the front of his trousers. “What a waste.”
You gasp as his hand curls around the column of your throat, your cunt clenching as the pressure tightens. With once last, teasing squeeze his fingers move to tangle into your hair. “Clean up your mess.”
With a not so gentle yank on the strands you’re coerced into clambering off Boba’s lap. He guides your head forward, uncrossing his muscled legs to let you crawl up and settle between his thighs.
Your hand quivers, somehow able to pop open the button and pull down the wet fabric. Smeared globs of his release stain the soft, dark skin, his cock still thick and swollen even after orgasm. Your tongue passes over your bottom lip as you lean in, a new, fresh wave of arousal carving through your frame.
The taste isn’t horrid, still warm and mildly salty as you tongue laves at the crease of his thigh. Your tongue leaves a wet trail of saliva down to his balls, the skin velvety soft against your mouth. Boba jerks as you suckle them into the wet heat of you mouth, carefully swirling your tongue over them then tracing up to his softening cock. He grunts as you lick along his shaft, the flesh twitching as you lap up the rest of the sticky substance.
Boba’s hand nudges at your forehead, then shifts and maneuvers himself out of your hold. Not a word is spoken as he pulls up his trousers and thumbs the button closed. He snatches up the codpiece laying pathetically on the ground and reattaches it around his groin.
You don’t mean to flinch as he dips down—force of habit—even if all he does is reach for one of the abandoned meal bars. He pushes it into your hand; no room for arguments and perches himself against the cargo crate, one ankle crossed over the other as his arms fold over his cuirass. He dips his head, the message loud and clear to hold up your end of the deal.
“You don't have to watch me eat,” you mutter, biting off the corner of the foil with your teeth to open it. You roll a piece of the pasty food into a crumbly ball between your fingertips then pop it into your mouth. You grimace at the taste. Bland. A bit like dirt.
Except…dirt has flavor.
Not to mention the fact that he won’t stop staring. Tracking every move—unsettling and curbing your appetite into a mess of anxious knots. You don’t like being analyzed and monitored like an ill-tempered child. It’s a long shot to ask and receive an answer, but you’re desperate for anything to fill the silence.
“How did…um…you find me?”
Kriff, you can’t even ask about anything normal, can you?
Boba cocks his head to the side, letting that unnerving quiet draw out until you’re sure he won’t respond. And then; “People leave trails. Even you, clever rabbit”
You force yourself to choke down another bite of the bar. “What was my trail then?”
You’re split between the desire to know what you did to ensure your capture while battling your queasy surprise that he’s chosen to indulge your questionings. “The pilot.”
A knife of dread, so sharp and swift it cuts through the layers of cartilage and bone; the blade lodging itself into your heart. “W-what?”
“The Imperial one.”
Elliria Beren. Elli—
No. No—that’s…he’s toying with you.
Dantooine is the last place you saw her. Alive. Wild, auburn hair blown from her braids caused by the windstorm that swept up through the grassy plains; the clouds, colossal and dark, swallowed up the sun as they rolled across the horizon. Her flight suit was hastily thrown on, rumpled and against regulations in the rush to help you. She told you to run—stole the TIE fighter to give you one last, undeserved chance.
It feels like a broken promise stapled to the roof of your mouth as your mind dregs up the remnants of that day. She’d thrown her arms around you, crushing you to her chest, smelling like oncoming rain, and that contraband perfume she’d bought on Alderaan; a delicate sweetness you can hardly remember.
With Elliria, there was no fear; cradled in her arms and severed off from the world. There, you've done nothing wrong, you are not being chased by some relentless terror. You could sleep inside that moment. You could live inside that string of seconds. It would be fine. It would be perfect. You could escape and mend you fragmented heart strings.
But you’re not there.
You’re here.
Here on a bounty hunter’s ship. Here there is fear. There is great sorrow. There is a litany of sins and a throng of terrors devouring at your soul. You led her straight to her death. Right into the very jaws of the man who sits before you. You hadn’t even considered she’d be caught.
Your stomach churns and coils as bile pricks at your throat. What have you done.
“I found her on Tatooine,” Boba continues, either enjoying your obvious horror or unabashedly oblivious.
No. Stop fucking talking. You bite back a choked sob as he raises a finger, tracing it across his cuirass. There—alongside the braided pieces of hair mounted as trophies, sits a red and blue ribbon. How haven’t you seen it before? You were there when Elli was awarded the Imperial Medal of Valor—it’d been the first time you’d seen her smile in months.
And now…now it hangs upon the pauldron of a bounty hunter as a conquest won. “She was a good shot—but I was better.”
Your chest is a wall of fire; the air you breath constricted and hot as your throat mimics that of a too tight collar on a fancy suit. You don’t care that stinging tears spring from your eyes and carve burning paths down your cheeks. Grief and wrath spin inside your chest with the fierceness of a vortex all-consuming. You shouldn’t have asked. Shouldn’t have forced his hand into revealing that all you ever do is leave a wake of destruction behind you.
The abrupt, sharp, buzz throughout the ship slices through your despair. The comm system is flashing, attempting to patch in a call. The moment he stands, your mind races with plots of vengeance. You have nothing but your fists, your sharp teeth and bitten off nails. You don’t care.
He turns his back, his cloak rasping against the floor.
A momentary lapse in judgment on his part to leave himself vulnerable to a quarry free from their binders.
With a cry you launch yourself across the small space, hooking your arms around his neck. He shouts out a curse, the weight of your body causing his own to pitch backwards. All air punches out of your lungs as the back of your head cracks against the ground, the full weight of beskar platting slamming into your chest and stomach.
Your hold around his vulnerable throat loosens, giving him more than enough wiggle room to spring up. Your fist snaps out, the skin over your knuckles splitting open as it connects with the sharp edges of his helmet. He scrabbles to contain your flailing hands, eventually ensnaring your writs between his fingers with ease.
Bucking your hips and kicking your legs out does nothing to save you from Boba wrestling you onto your stomach, straddling your thrashing body, wrench up your arms, and snap out a new pair of binders. Boba snarls as your elbow manages to stab into a vulnerable gap in his armor, forcing him to throw his entire weight over you.
You don’t mean to slam the side of your face into his helmet—hurts you more than it would ever him. But it’s satisfying to feel him jerk and hiss out a curse.
“Stop this.” He barks, digging his forearm harder into the flesh of your shoulders. “You’re only hurting yourself.”
The blooming mark forming over your left eye socket is proof enough. The most damage, if any, would show up as bruise from where his own beskar had brutalized the skin or where your elbow had connected on his ribs.
You want to fight—tear into his flesh until he feels even an ounce of the kind of pain he’s caused. Instead, he chooses something different.
“I’m sorry about your friend.”
Friend doesn’t sound right. And lover too bold. Feels overly simplistic; shallow to what you had with Elli. Like glossing over a three hundred page holonovel. “I hate you.”
There’s no malice, no gloating. Just...sincerity. “Truly, I am.”
You don’t know what’s worse; the fact that there’s nothing to latch onto, bare your teeth and spit out words more jagged than broken glass or if it’s the hollow void that carves out the cavity in your chest. The frigid vacancy that follows after a forest burns; charred skeletons of a once lush forest. Everything in your life has been burned, flipped and torn inside out more than you care to think about.
Stuck in that strange limbo between the devouring vortex of agony and revenge. Flirting with dull edged apathy that blankets the pain with buzzing static.
You choose the latter.
It’s easier.
It’s not fair Elli is dead. But there’s nothing you can do to change what happened.
Some of that pressure bearing down on your spine eases as your body goes lax. You’re not sure how much time ticks away as you lie there against the dirty floor. Enough time to count the screws connecting the durasteel walls and the individual planks making up a cargo crate. You don’t care that Boba Fett continues to maintain his precarious position seated on your thighs, or the inquisitive touch between your shoulder blades. He isn’t the one to hate in this situation. You are.
That gentle, uncharacteristic touch smooths down the line of your spine, disappearing once it reaches your bound hands.
“You’re such a tiny creature...” You don’t think it’s meant for your ears, more of an observation he lets slip than a conversation starter. Regardless, it sends a shiver from the base of your skull and down.
With a curious hum, Boba shifts, slotting his hips against your ass. The added weight is uncomfortable, it digs your hip bones into the durasteel flooring. Yet, unlike the beskar codpiece supposed to be strapped to his groin, all you can feel is a different sort of hardness present.
“There’s still fight in you yet, Rabbit.”
Your fingers curl into fists so tight the bite of your fingernails leave crescent shaped indents. His hands smooth along the waistband of your trousers, the soft leather tickling the sliver of exposed skin where you shirt became rumpled. “Does that surprise you?”
He huffs. “No. But you could put it to better use instead of attacking me.”
“Like what? Fucking you?” Bitter resentment builds like ash over you tongue, even if the idea of it sends a charged volt of interest down to your lower belly.
Boba’s fingers crawl down your thighs. “I didn’t say that, but if you insist.”
You scoff and wriggle. “You’re deplorable.”
“Is that a yes, Rabbit?”
Maybe, you think as you nod your head, this will fill that torn void with temporary gratification. Steal away your thoughts and loose yourself something akin to the mind numbing affects of alcohol.
Boba hums in acknowledgment, hooks his fingers around the elastic and yanks down, underwear included. You can feel the weight of his stare wracking down the newly exposed skin, pliable and wanton—and all for him.
You squeak as he takes two, plentiful handfuls of your ass, spreading and massaging the flesh. It’s as if the only reason he exists is to torment you. Pull from you the embarrassed flushes and ashamed squeaks. You’re relieved once he retreats.
Though it’s not a moment later his hands are back over you. Gloveless. It’s a shock to your system feeling the scrape of calloused fingertips trail over the curve of your spine. A curious touch, one unfamiliar with the softness of skin, yet the fleeting presses rapidly turn into the only thing he knows.
Your sharp inhale echoes into the ship as his fingers trail down the slit of your cunt, gliding through the slick, already leaking from your core, with ease. You jolt as his fingertip catches against the tiny bundle of nerves, the pressure teasing and light. Never enough to satisfy, just a cruel reminder just how easy it is to get you worked up. With a muted whimper, your hips twitch, silently begging for anything more. Anything to fill your clenching cunt.
He obliges with a smug chuckle, lazily pushing a finger into the ring of velvety muscle. You whine as he slips in another digit, scissoring and shallowly thrusting in out, thoroughly coating his hand with your arousal. Just as the buzzing strings of pleasure begin to build up, he extracts them. Frustration pierces through your sternum, your teeth clamping down over your tongue in order to quell your irritation.
There’s a rustle of fabric and a harsh inhale from the man behind you as he closes the space between you. Your pussy clenches as the tip of him touches against your clit, the flesh searing and painfully hard. You shudder and exhale a long, stuttered breath.
“I can tell you haven’t been fucked right,” he purrs, dragging the flushed head of his cock through your folds. “Why don’t we fix that?”
Boba gives your thigh a swat and shifts, ready to align himself and sink into your clenching core. That heavy haze of pleasure is abruptly yanked out from beneath your feet, panic piercing through your heart with an alarming jolt. You seize up and jerk away.
“W-wait!” You gasp, hands wiggling against the binders. “I-I...uhm—“
“Don’t tell me you haven’t done this before, Rabbit.” He thinks it’s a joke. It is a bit silly considering the circumstances—yet here you are. Bent over and telling Boba Fett you're a kriffing virgin.
Your shamed silence and the heated flush that follows answers his question with crystalline clarity.
“You’re serious.”
“I’ve never been fucked, ok?” Your eyes squeeze shut as you let out a long exhale. “I just...never…”
Your piss-poor explanation tapers off into a gaping fissure of terse silence. Maker, you should just throw yourself into a trash compactor—
“I can change that,” he offers, trailing his palm over the globe of your ass. “If you’d like.”
You swallow. Maybe in a different version of reality you’d consider a better option, but fuck it. You’re already here. “O-ok.”
“As you wish, Rabbit,” Boba complies. If not for the helmet you’re sure you’d see a smile curl across his face. “Just know—I don’t do gentle.”
You would never expect him to. Whatever civilized temperament he holds in not saved for anything but hunting and aiming a blaster. You tense as your walls begin to stretch and accept the tip of his cock—alarm bells blare inside your head, terrified that it won’t fit. His hand smooths over your hip as he encourages you to relax, let him sink in the rest of the way. His fingers find your clit, rubbing jerky patterns into the nerves as your cunt flutters and stitches wider for him. The sharp outline of his hips touch your ass, a sharp hiss of breath crackling out of the vocoder as he finally bottoms out.
You’re so achingly full. No amount of fingers thrust up inside your cunt could compare to what you feel in this exact moment. Simultaneously split open and burning with white hot ecstasy with each involuntary jerk from the man inside you. There’s a minuscule pinch and ache as he pulls his hips back, the drag of his cock catching against each ridge and fold as you clench around him.
“Fuck,” Boba swears, sheathing himself back inside with a forceful thrust. You squeak and pull against the binders. “You take it well.”
There’s not much time between your next inhale and his hands anchoring around your hips, before he sets the pace; harsh and unyielding. Just as he promised, there is no buildup, just the violent roll and abrasive push inside you.
There’s no time to familiarize yourself with this newfound sensation, just a frightening buildup that seizes you by surprise. It begins in belly, spreading through your bloodstream like the most virile poison. With another, devastating, surge of his cock into your pussy, you’re cast into that gaping bit of burning pleasure.
Your vision whites out, your body arching and stiffening as you cry out. The fact that you’re squeezed so, fucking tight around him, holds no hinderance to his pace. Just encourages him to go faster. There’s no mercy as he fucks you through orgasm, overworking those sensitive nerves and pushing them past your limit.
With a hiss of air the binders fall to the ground with a clatter; the noise barely heard in comparison to your stuttered cries and the obscene sounds of his cock burying itself into your cunt. Your shoulders burn as your hands slip beneath you, shaky and unsure of themselves, stabilizing yourself against the greedy pull of his hands.
The rough callous of his palm sweeps up your back and forms a fist in your hair, urging your spine to arch as his thrusts take on a sharper rhythm.
Your core is a mess of knots, pulled tight and more pressurized than a airlock. Your nails scrabble against the metal flooring, your knees rubbed raw from the vicious momentum he’s achieving. Fuck—this should’ve been your favor from the very start.
Those burning nerves, flooded with acute overstimulation, throws your body off that haphazard edge of another scorching orgasm. One that drags it’s sharpened nails down the curve of your spine, all the way done to your toes.
“Fuck—fuck you’re tight,” he snarls, his hands squeezing your hips with vicious strength. “Keep squeezing me like that, Rabbit—good girl.”
The top half of you buckles under the weight of ecstasy, weakened and unbothered by the new angle; his cock reaching deep. Your fluttering cunt and the high-pitched whines of his name are it takes for him to reach his end.
He pulls out, ropes of his release landing over your ass in hot gushes. “Shit.”
Boba’s cock still jumps and twitches as he drags it over your ass, rubbing his cum into the skin until the last dribble of his release dips above your tailbone. Quicker than you’d have liked he pulls away. Not far; just seats himself to your right and pulls up his trousers with a sigh. Eventually you’re able to trick yourself into moving; curling yourself into a little quivering ball as the aftershocks of pleasure prickle beneath your skin.
You were right. It did fill whatever grasping numbness inside your chest, but now you’re left to deal with it all over again. You’re glad your back is to him as lonesome tears trickle down your nose and into you mouth, filling it with the taste of salt and pain.
“I didn’t kill her. If that makes a difference.”
It’s muttered and hard to catch, but you hear it just the same as if he had yelled it into your ear with an amplifier. You crush that flicker of hope with an iron fist as it flutters inside your stomach. “But?”
“But your Empire made sure that she was.”
It doesn’t make a difference.
#the last favor series#boba fett x reader#boba fett x you#reader insert#star wars#smut#fanfic#boba fett#this BITCH DONE#YEET#my brain GONE#my writting
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Mystery March 2021 day 14: Conceal
Hahah ignore that I’m so late
I wanted to explore a bit of Arthur and Mysterys relationship lol. Takes place directly after the events of the first 3 pages of the msa comic!
The pink from Vivis eyes flicker out with the shake of her head. She smiles apologetically, “Sorry, Artie. What were you saying?”
Arthur’s shoulders sank as his eyes drift to the floor, anywhere but her face in hopes to avoid that dazed look, a pang stabbing him in the chest. “Nothing important... Lunch sounds good.”
“Great! What do you want to eat?” Vivi begins to ramble, leaning over the desk and bouncing on her toe. As much as Arthur wanted to focus on what she was saying, they became warbled in the backdrop of his guilt.
Only to be snapped out of it by a small, barely missable noise of her pooch stretching beside her, yawning.
The sharp, glistening teeth snapped him out of it before Vivi did.
And if her sudden switch in expression meant anything, his own didn’t have anything promising.
Her heel clicks, Arthur flinches, and Mystery’s eyes pop open to stare back in alarm.
Vivi swivels down, face pinched in concern or agitation. “Mystery can you he-“
“Vivi!” Arthur and her both snap to someone far behind Arthur. Standing in a corner, Chloe cowers back against a particularly peeved woman and a child with a quivering lip.”Ma’am, please back up.” Chloe hisses anxiously at the woman, before she waves again for Vivi, eyes upturned.
“Aw, Jeez. Mystery, please get to the back for a little bit.” Vivi grumbles, shuffling past Arthur. Not before lightly touching Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur could only hope that she didn’t feel the tension. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Fumbling with his words, Arthur steps after her, “H-hey, it’s okay if Mystery...” Too late. Vivi is marching up to the scene and leaving him in the dust of whatever angst decided to poke and prod at him today. Steeling himself, Arthur sucks in his breath and turns back to the desk, just in time for the small dog to grab his pink squeaky bone and begin to trot away silently, even if the toy betrayed him.
“M-Mystery.”
The dog pauses, still for a moment, before glancing back at him.
Mystery looked less intimidating with the rubber spiked chew toy squeaking in his mouth. His tail wiggling slightly.
And of course, in typical fashion, all words escape Arthur for a few seconds too long, and Mystery starts to move again.
“Uh, wait. I wanted to talk to you. Y-you can stay in your bed until Vivi gets back. I’ll take the blame for you.”
Mystery sits there for a second, before he loops around. Prodding his worn blue bed, before sinking down, letting his bone drop. Saying nothing still- possibly because of the people inside- Mystery stares up at him. Signaling him to start.
Now, if only Arthur knew what exactly to say. A line of sweat drops down his cheek, and Arthur blows out a breath as he plops down on Vivi’s stool.
“W-well, how are you?” He starts. Mystery raises an eyebrow, nodding to the crowd of people and the woman beginning to yell at Vivi. Arthur coughs and nods. “Right. Cant talk now. Uh-“
Vivis distracted, and she seems to be getting slightly more heated as she crosses her arm. Chloe has fled, possibly getting Duet.
Nows his chance.
Bowing forward, Arthur leans close and whispers. “I’m going to look for Lewis, can you come with me and help?”
Squeak! Mystery jumps up, eyebrows pinched together in a way that Arthur couldn’t tell meant anger or concern. Mystery doesn’t drop his bone, instead skittering behind the desk and hiding from everyone. Shuffling onto his stomach, Mystery cranes his neck to look up at him.
“Arthur, I don’t think- you know why it’s not a good idea to ask me of all people.” Mystery hisses lowly.
“I mean yeah, makes sense,” Arthur shrugs, a bit frantically. “But you got a nose! And you can sniff him out. I can deal with the occasional panic- and being near each other will help me cope!”
“No, it will not, Arthur. You should know better than anyone, forcing yourself to spend too much time with particular people is the opposite of a good thing. It could damage your psyche more than help.”
“B-but it’s been working!” Arthur shoots back, gripping his knees tightly. “Every day we spend a bit more time together. I -I haven’t even been having nightmares about you anymore.”
“That doesn’t negate the fact that you may already be pushing yourself too far.”
Mystery hesitated before nudging Arthur’s foot, bringing attention to the constant shake Arthur didn’t remember it having.
And Arthur’s throat and brain locks up, mouth hanging open as he stares pathetically at the dog.
“Arthur.”
A jolt of electricity rockets through Arthur’s limbs, pushing him back and away from the suddenly familiar voice with a shout.
Vivi is standing there, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed. The muahaha of the door signaling the mother had left, leaving Vivi annoyed and bitter...
With him.
Blinking tensely, Arthur moves off the stool and forces his best smile. Littered with cracks.
She tilts her head, “what did I tell you about taking it slow?”
Arthur deflates, frowning and averting his gaze. “... I shouldn’t make myself engage with Mystery to avoid worsening my already existing trauma.” He recites.
“That’s right,” Vivi continues, stepping around the desk and casting a glance to Mystery- whose now on his back, a sign of submission. “I know you’re trying really hard to work through everything. I get it. But you can’t force yourself between a rock and a hard place to make recovery happen. It takes time.”
How many times has he heard her say this? About twice in the last two weeks. It was increasingly obvious that it was getting hard to conceal her exhaustion over it. Arthur doesn’t say anything, and she sighs.
“Look, I’m sure you already know the ins and outs of your boundaries and stuff. So I’m not going to beat a dead horse, okay?”
He winces, but Arthur nods.
They did set up the boundaries so Mystery wouldn’t cause him any more panic attacks, but Arthur still had to do his part in it too.
Why did you have to tear his arm off like that, Mystery? This could have all been avoided. Arthur wants to say, but he keeps his mouth shut.
#mystery skulls animated#mystery march 2021#msa#arthur kingsmen#vivi yukino#mystery the dog#eage fanfic#fun fact : the reason the mom was angry was bc some kid started to touch chloes cosplay and pull off the red bulb off her front#so Chloe smacked the kid
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A little blurb on discovering the joy of the squeaky toy for Siren Yancy?
Illinois was returning from his trip at the nearby market, several heavy bags in hand. He grinned when he saw Phantom floating on his back in their little cave pool, his eyes closed and tail slightly moving in the water. Illinois went to the pool and sat down the bags. He knelt down and reached out, running his hand through Phantom’s hair and getting it wet as well.
“Hey, handsome.” Illinois chuckled when Phantom made a face.
“Napping,” Phantom mumbled and held up his hand, tapping at Illinois’ face.
“Where’s Yancy at?” Illinois caught Phantom’s hand and pressed a kiss to his palm.
“Inside, wanted ice for his teeth.” Phantom still had his eyes closed.
“Thank you.” Illinois leaned down and gave Phantom a quick kiss.
“I will pull you into the water.”
“That would ruin your nap.”
“I’ll pull you into the water later.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Illinois kissed Phantom again before moving away and gathering his bags again.
“Phantom, do yous know-oh! Hey Illy.” Yancy greeted as he stepped out of the little house, popping an ice cube into his mouth and crunching down on it.
“Phantom’s napping,” Illinois said, carrying the bags over to Yancy. “And I got you something.”
“Yous got me something?” Yancy perked up, swallowing the rest of the ice cube in his mouth. Illinois nodded and placed the bags down again, digging through one of them.
“I know those teeth have been bugging you and I did some looking at the market and found this.” Illinois tossed what looked like a red doughnut at Yancy.
“A rubber doughnut?” Yancy asked.
“Give it a bite.” Illinois straightened back up.
“Okay?” Yancy placed the fake doughnut and but down, the thick rubber helping relieve some of the pressure from his teeth. “Oh!” Yancy started to chew, going stiff when he bit and the doughnut let out a squeak. “Did it...did-did yous buy me a dog toy?”
“It helps them, I figured it’d help you.” Illinois rubbed the back of his neck.
“Yous not wrong.” Yancy shrugged and went back to chewing, chuckling as he made it squeak several more times.
“What in the fuck?” Phantom groaned, flipping over and swimming towards the sound. “What are you doing?”
“Found something for Yancy,” Illinois answered since Yancy was too bust chewing.
“That squeaking is a nightmare.” Phantom pulled himself out of the water and turned his tail into legs. “And he doesn’t need that for his teething.”
“I like it,” Yancy stated.
“You’re going to bite your own tongue off with that thing. Rubber won’t work for a Siren.” Phantom stood up. “I can ask Mare what he got for Blank and…” Phantom stopped when Yancy made a point to squeak loudly to cut him off. “Yancy, give me the toy.”
“Nope.” Yancy winked.
“Give me the toy!” Phantom took off when Yancy did, chasing him around the area around the house.
“It’s just a chew toy.” Illinois huffed, trying to catch up with the two. “Would you-” Illinois stumbled when he almost got ran over. “This is actually pretty damn funny.” Illinois was now laughing, watching a still squeaking Yancy running from Phantom, who had a playful grin on his face, showing it was more of a game to him than actually being angry. “Wait, how long has Yancy had legs…” Illinois stopped when Yancy tripped, his legs turning back into his black and white striped tail. Phantom caught Yancy before he hit the ground and lowered him gently. Phantom sat down on Yancy, legs straddling where his hips would be.
“Gotcha~” Phantom giggled, now holding the toy since Yancy dropped it in his fall. “As I was saying,” Phantom turned towards Illinois. “I’m sure Mare wouldn’t mind helping us figure out…” Phantom looked back down at Yancy and saw that he was pouting. “That’s not fair-hey!” Phantom pouted himself when Illinois snatched the toy and plopped down on the ground next to them.
“I think the squeaky is fun.” Illinois chuckled, squeaking the toy himself with his hand.
“You’re not going to have to listen to it all night.” Phantom rolled his eyes before stopping and his playful grin coming back. “Unless I can think of something else he can do with that mouth.” Phantom walked his fingers up Yancy’s chest, chuckling when Yancy’s cheeks flushed.
“Keep in your cloth, Phantom.” Illinois popped the toy into Phantom’s mouth, laughing when Phantom tried to glare at him, the toy squeaking and then getting all three of them to laugh at that.
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sm text au in which you and namjoon are childhood bffs.
an: this didn’t come out the way I wanted it to but oh well. I added some texts at the end.and am soooo sorry this took forever to update!
tagging: @flymetokorea @mochiteddybear @givebuckysomelove @youthandtears
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“Thank god,” Namjoon groaned, raising his hands up to the sky. He had been the first one out of the car as soon as you parked in the familiar driveway.
“Oh, shut up,” you rolled your eyes, following after him. The drive to his family’s house was no more than an hour, would’ve been shorter if you hadn’t missed a turn but you didn’t mind as it gave you another chance to play spring day for the seventh time. “My driving isn’t bad.”
“But your singing is.” Namjoon replied and judging by the look on your face, he made the wise decision to run away from you.
“I’m telling mom!” You exclaimed as you ran after him, shoving him away from the door so you could be the one to ring the doorbell.
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That’s how Namjoon’s mother found the both of you--shoving each other like the little children you used to be. You both came abruptly to a stop, trying to play it off as you composed yourselves. A smile lit up Namjoon’s mother’s face and before you both could greet her properly, she let out a cry of joy and pulled both of you into her arms.
“My loves!” She beamed, giving you a kiss on the cheek before pulling away.
She then turned to Namjoon, her eyes beginning to water. He smiled back at her, showcasing the dimples you found so adorable. He leaned down to be at level with his mother and she peppered his face with kisses. One for each day they had been apart, even though it had only been a couple days. “My son,” she cooed, pulling him into her arms again.
Namjoon wrapped his arms tightly around his mother, basking in the comfort her hugs gave him for as long as he could. You watched--a broad smile on your own face at the heart-warming sight. Namjoon’s mother let go of her son to turn back to you. She used her free hand to grab yours, pulling you both inside with her.
“Your mother told me you were moving to Seoul for the summer. I was wondering when you’d stop by,” His mother told you. “It makes my heart so happy to see you two together again!”
The sound of the pitter-patter of tiny paws soon met your ears and you looked up just in time to see a white ball of fluff running toward you. “Rap-monnie,” you cooed, squatting down to pet him.
Namjoon followed after you and you laughed as his dog happily barked, running back and forth between you two, not sure on who to greet first.
“Oh!” Namjoon’s mother uttered suddenly, sparing you two a glance. She cupped her face in her hands in distress. “I wasn’t expecting you two so I don’t have a proper dinner prepared.”
“It’s okay--” Both you and Namjoon began in unison.
“No!” His mother cut you both off, pointing a finger in your direction. “I must go to the store. I’m going to make your favorite, y/n!”
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There was no stopping Namjoon’s mother once she had made up her mind. She refused for you and Namjoon to come along, claiming that someone had to watch the dog since Namjoon’s father and sister had left the house earlier, despite Rapmon being well-trained.
You and Namjoon resorted to lounging in the living room. The TV was on but neither of you were paying attention to it. Rapmon was in his cute little bed, chewing away at a squeaky toy. If he wasn’t so adorable, you would’ve chucked the toy somewhere far out of his reach since the squeaking was beginning to drive you insane.
Namjoon was on his phone--scrolling through his secret BTS fan account on twitter, no doubt--his legs dangling off the couch since it was too small for his tall frame. You pushed his legs aside, causing him to glare at you. There was an empty recliner right next to the couch but in your defense, it didn’t look as comfortable as the couch.
You stuck your tongue out at him as you made yourself comfortable next to him. He noticed the photo album in your arms and sat up in sudden interest, taking the album away from you as he opened it himself. “Is this from the year we learned how to roller skate?”
“And also the year our mothers thought it was a cool idea to deck us out in Mickey and Minnie mouse merch.”
Namjoon chuckled, staring down at all the pictures of him and you as a child with such fondness. Your mothers had met when they were in their third trimester of pregnancy and bonded instantly. Friendship at first sight, they said. They could only hope the same for you two and sure enough, it was. Namjoon was born first--two weeks earlier than you--but as soon as you were born, the two of you were inseparable.
Albeit, it was because your mothers were inseparable so it really left you two with no choice but to be around each other. It just sounds less cool when explaining it that way. Plus, it’s not like you and Namjoon hated growing up together. Even when you two went to school and had a say in who you hung out with, you chose each other.
Namjoon flicked through the pages. Most of the pictures were from after your toddler years, where you’d often go play at parks. You’d always pick at the wild sunflowers, even though your mother would tell you not to. You soon learned your lesson once you got stung by a bee and much to your dismay, you found a picture of yourself crying and holding out your finger to a concerned Namjoon. (Your mom had the habit of always taking pictures, even if the moments weren’t so pleasant. “It’s for the memories!” she’d always say.)
Sometimes, your parents would take you to the beach and it was there that Namjoon discovered his love for crabs one summer. That was also the summer you stopped eating seafood for a whole year. You had made that decision after making Namjoon cry when you had suggested crab for dinner. You also made a vow to yourself that day, that you’d never make him cry again and you’re proud to say that you’ve done well on that promise.
You leaned forward, resting your head on Namjoon’s shoulder to get a better look at the pictures. He tensed for a brief moment, his breath hitching but quickly covered it up with a chuckle as his eyes landed on a particular picture. It was the year Namjoon got glasses and shortly after, so did you.
“I can’t believe you pretended to be blind just so you could have glasses like me.”
“I wanted to be cool just like you.” You grinned, your eyes scanning over the picture of little Namjoon in his thick lens glasses being smothered into a hug by you, who was also sporting glasses.
“You thought I was cool?” Namjoon couldn’t help but snort. He turned his head to look at you, regretting it when he realized just how close his face was to yours. If you were to turn your head to look up at him, your lips would be only an inch or two apart...
“I thought you were the coolest person ever.” You replied and when you looked up, you confirmed his suspicion. As quickly as his gaze flickered to your lips, he lifted it to meet your eyes instead. “I still think you are.”
At that moment, the front door opened and he couldn’t have been more glad for a distraction, giving him the perfect excuse to distance himself from you in a nonchalant manner. It was his younger sister, Minji, and his father. Minji squealed as soon as she saw Namjoon.
“Joonie!” She exclaimed, pulling him into a hug. When she pulled away, she turned to you with another squeal, throwing her arms around you and causing the both of you to fall backwards onto the couch. “[Y/N]! I missed you.”
“I missed you, too!”
Namjoon’s father also greeted you two with hugs. “Your mother called and said you two were here so on my way back, I stopped by a hotteok stand and bought some.”
Namjoon’s eyes lit up and he happily took the plastic bag containing the goods from his father, giving him a thumbs up. “You’re the best!”
It wasn’t long before Namjoon’s mother came back from the store. You followed her into the kitchen, willing to help out with anything she may need. Namjoon had offered to help as well but Namjoon’s mother thought it best if he stayed out of the kitchen and kept his father company instead. Minji had gone to her room to freshen up, leaving his mother and you alone in the kitchen.
“How is Seoul treating you so far?” Namjoon’s mother asked.
“I like it.” You answered as you helped cut up the vegetables she had bought. “It’s nice to be close to everything again.”
“I hope you do come visit more often now, especially if you ever want a home cooked meal or a quiet place to spend the night.” His mother sincerely offered, resting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Don’t be a stranger like your mother!”
“She’s too infatuated with her new beach house and still in the honeymoon stages of her new marriage but she’ll come around soon.” You assured her, knowing your mom was missing her best friend, too.
“And you?” Namjoon’s mother asked, taking the cut up vegetables from you with a grateful smile. “What happened to the boyfriend I met at your graduation? Henri, I think?”
“I don’t know,” you replied with a frown. “Boys are just stupid…”
“Don’t worry, not all boys are stupid.” She said, pulling you into a brief side hug and rubbing your arm. She then shrugged. “Whatever happened between you two, I’m sure it’s his loss. I didn’t like him anyway.”
Your lips curved into a smile and you couldn’t help but laugh at the phrase you’ve heard more than a couple of times from her. “I don’t think you’ve liked any of my boyfriends.”
Namjoon’s mother looked in your direction with a knowing smile and while you continued to chop away at the vegetables, you failed to realize that she had her gaze fixed on something--or rather someone-- behind you.
“And you have yet to wonder why.”
You paused your actions, resting the knife on the cutting board. “Huh?”
“Joon-ah!” Namjoon’s mother exclaimed, beaming at her son and choosing to ignore your confused state. “Help [Y/N] set up the table, will you?”
Namjoon hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. He had walked over to the kitchen with the intentions of throwing away the package remains of the hotteok him and his father just finished. But instead, he found himself right outside the kitchen doorway, watching as you and his mother prepared dinner. He couldn’t help but admire the way you two smiled and interacted with one another, a warm feeling settling in his stomach.
He felt his face grow hot at the implication of his mother’s words. Did she--? He rubbed his neck in an awkward manner as you followed his mother’s gaze and turned around to look at him.
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After Dinner
(a/n: during dinner, you realized Joon was quiet and deep in thought.)
#bts imagines#bts texts#bts sm au#bts fake texts#bts scenarios#namjoon x reader#namjoon imagines#sunflower au
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If you're open for a fic idea, could you do something with Kokichi getting gang tickled by lots of people?
I SEE YOU SHARE MY DESIRE TO DESTROY KOKICHI
I finished this at exactly 4:07 am bc i couldnt sleep so I hope this is good! i had too much fun with this hhhhhh
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“Hey guys, check this out! Kokichi is ticklish!” Kaito shouted towards everyone else. The whole gang had gathered in the cafeteria as per usual.
Kaito was hovering over Kokichi, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand and clawing at his stomach with the other.
“Fuck ohoHOF!” Kokichi spat.
“Shuichi, come hold down his arms!”
Reluctantly, Shuichi walked over and watched the spectacle before him. Kokichi was twitching and squirming, nearly escaping from Kaito’s grasp. It was clear why he needed help pinning him down. Shuichi kneeled and held down Kokichi’s arms so that he had even less wiggle room than before. Now that both of Kaito’s hands were free, he attacked Kokichi’s stomach mercilessly with both hands.
“Nng! S-Stop it!” Kokichi desperately tried holding back his giggles.
“Oh? What’s the matter, you’re not gonna laugh anymore?” Kaito teased, “Someone come help me tickle the crap outta him!”
“I wanna hear him squeak like a fuckin’ chew toy and beg for mercy! I’m in!” Miu said excitedly.
“Hell yeah! Come on guys! We gotta make him laugh again!”
“This seems a bit cruel...” Keebo pointed out, “Are you sure you guys should be doing this?”
“Why the hell not? Serves that shitty virgin right for screwing with us all the time!” Miu responded as she began furiously spidering her fingers all over Kokichi’s torso. At the same time, Kaito squeezed Kokichi’s hips again and again. Shuichi continued holding down Kokichi’s arms, limiting his mobility. His body was twitching uncontrollably as he tried to hold back his laughter. With two people tickling him at once he felt his facade crumbling as laughter came pouring out.
“KnoHOHOCK it ohoHOF!”
“I’ll join too.” Rantaro added. “He seems surprisingly innocent, laughing like that.”
“Me too!” Kaede chimed in.
The four of them, Kaito, Miu, Rantaro and Kaede, went to town on Kokichi’s worst spots, making him howl with laughter. Kaito switched tactics to pinching and squeezing Kokichi’s ribs, while Miu fluttered her fingers in the sensitive hollows under his arms. Rantaro and Kaede removed his shoes and took one foot each, torturing his vulnerable soles. Rantaro lightly stroked up and down his left foot, stopping to gently scratch under his toes, while Kaede was dancing her fingers along his right arch.
“STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT PLEHEHEAZE!” he begged.
Kokichi had tears forming at the corner of his eyes and was squirming wildly, though his movements were limited by Shuichi as well as by Kaito sitting on his legs. His mouth was splayed open in a forced smile, and his movements became weaker. The others watching displayed a variety of emotions, ranging from bewilderment to amusement to genuine concern for Kokichi. None of them bothered to do anything though, as they just watched him endure his torment.
Kokichi’s laughter was far different than the evil laughter he paraded around with: It was high pitched and squeaky, and sounded completely out of character for a supreme leader of evil. Occasionally he let out a snort, for which he was teased relentlessly.
“Listen to him cackle like a fuckin’ hyena! What a loser!” Miu jabbed.
“I have an idea,” Rantaro thought aloud, “There’s one spot that we haven’t tried yet.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Kaito asked.
“Shuichi, you know what to do.” Rantaro gave Shuichi a smile that said it all.
“S-Sure...” Shuichi began slowly removing Kokichi’s scarf, exposing his neck. Kokichi spat out a jumble of swear words and insults, protesting the action that he knew was to come. Nonetheless, he wasn’t able to stop Shuichi from raking his nails along the side of his neck. The sensation was unbearable to Kokichi: he had five people scratching, squeezing, poking and prodding at every ticklish spot on his body. No matter how much he begged or squirmed he was absolutely helpless, left at the mercy of his tormentors.
Eventually, his movements became weak and his laughter became silent. The others took this as a sign to finally, finally let him go from his tickly torment and allow him to breathe.
“Do you think we killed him?” Kaede asked.
“Nah, he’ll be fine. Like Miu said, he deserves it for all the shit that he gives us.” Kaito responded.
And with that, the five of them left Kokichi a panting and flushed mess on the floor to resume their day as if nothing had happened. Kokichi, on the other hand, was plotting revenge for each and every one of them in his head, silently vowing to make them regret this.
#tickling#tickle fic#my writing#danganronpa#danganronpa v3#shuichi saihara#kaito momota#miu iruma#kokichi ouma#rantaro amami#kaede akamatsu#keebo#kiibo
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maybe a drabble where peter and tony aren’t even dating (YET) and peter is repressing being little because he’s embarrassed or ashamed, and he has no intention of ever telling tony. peter doesn’t even know what being a little IS, he’s in such denial. but tony isn’t stupid and notices the times peter will catch himself from regressing, or when he regresses and then hides from tony until it’s over. tony brings it up and peter feels humiliated until tony comforts him and explains it all to peter.
I changed a few things because that’s just where the writing took me ahah hopes that’s okay darling💗💗
Tony, 18+ Peter, kink negotiation/discovery (?), fluff, Peter blushing and stuttering a lot, Tony being Soft and Understanding
Tony knows a thing or two, and not just about physics and how to make an amazing lasagna, but also about kink. He’s been on this Earth for half a century and he recognises repression and denial when he sees it. Tony knows that Peter’s hiding something, something big and personal. He can’t deny that it hurts that his boyfriend won’t be honest with him, but he tries to put his own feelings aside and figure out a way to ask Peter.
Tony comes up with a plan, and it’s a detailed one and he has practiced his lines as if he is performing in a play, but he forgets all about it when he finds Peter in the living room, chewing and sucking on his thumb while he watches an old Bond movie. The setting couldn’t be more perfect and carefully, Tony approaches Peter and sits down next to him. The boy pulls his thumb back and scrambles into a more upright position on the sofa, keeping his eyes fixed on the TV.
”Why were you sucking your thumb?” Tony starts gently, sitting sideways on the sofa so that he can face Peter.
”I wasn’t.” Peter tries, but his voice is squeaky, which it tends to sound like when the boy is nervous or embarrassed.
”Yes, you were. It’s completely fine, I’m just curious to know why.” Tony argues, his tone still gentle and kind. Peter still won’t face his older boyfriend and continues to watch the movie. After a moment, he speaks quietly.
”I dunno- it just… Feels relaxing, I guess. Feels comfy and- and safe.” Peter explains, lifting his hand up to his mouth again, but he doesn’t suck on his thumb. He just toys and pulls at his bottom lip instead.
”Hmm, that makes sense.” Tony agrees as he also looks at the TV. He has to take it slow so that he won’t scare Peter off. ”Have you thought about sucking something else besides your thumb? And don’t say my cock.” Tony warns, making Peter giggle next to him. Some of the tension seems to roll off of Peter’s shoulders and he breathes a little easier before he speaks.
”Yeah, I uhm- I saw like a picture on Twitter where someone- like a grown woman was sucking a paci? It’s so weird, I know, but…” Peter explains hastily before sighing softly. ”I can’t stop thinking about it.” He admits quietly.
Tony hums and nods, glancing over at Peter, but the boy still won’t remove his gaze from the TV. But, Tony doubts he is actually paying attention to the movie as he seems very deep in thought.
”Do you want one too?” Tony finally asks, sensing that this could be the tipping point where Peter either jolts off or they can actually talk more about the kink that is the elephant in their living room. Long seconds pass in tense silence and Tony is just about to repeat the question, thinking that Peter didn’t hear him, when Peter answers with a little nod.
”Yeah, I- I think I do.” He admits, his voice barely a whisper. And that was the beginning of a long kink negotiation and during the same night, Tony and Peter order a bunch of Little stuff together online.
”If you don’t like it, we’ll just get rid of it and never speak of it again.” Tony assures, pulling Peter into a tight hug. Peter nods his head as much as he can from where he is pressed against his boyfriend’s chest.
”I-I think I’ll like it. I- I wanna be your baby boy.”
”And I wanna be your Daddy.” Tony adds and Peter lets out a squeak of excitement. He cannot wait for the packages to arrive in a few days.
#my prompts#little!peter#starker#tony stark x peter parker#tony stark/peter parker#tony stark#peter parker
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Polaris' life before hell
She was studying to be an astronomer for the love of stars.
She used to sneak out of her dorm past curfew to sit out in the grass and stargaze.
Polaris' name before she died was Amy. It was short for amethyst.
Polaris' eyes change color under a starry night sky to a galaxy like hue or the color of lavender purple.
Poor girl didn't have many friends in college
Info on her parents is unknown
Although she had no friend group, doesn't mean guys didn't find her attractive. She might as well have a fanclub.
In highschool, she entered a hair dying phase as a teen. Her original hair color is unknown.
Polaris used to wear colored contacts. She'd remove them after classes ended and she went back to her dorm to sleep.
Polaris was a kind-hearted but shy girl who struggled making friends through her whole life.
She had mild Tourette syndrome. She only tics when she's extremely nervous or anxious. It affected her speech a lot when people tried to talk to her or the professor called on her to answer a question during discussions in class.
"U-um t-the *makes high pitched squeak* t-the...*fi! fi! fi! fi! fi! fi!*" lots of squeaky noises between words in her sentences and tics due to the eyes on her*
No one laughs at her or makes fun of her except a select group of people who think it's funny to mock her.
She's a pretty smart girl but that doesn't make up for her distancing herself from people out of habit.
Not much is known on her family.
She took medicine to help with her anxiety and insomnia.
This girl is a shaky one.
"Are you cold? Is something wrong?"
Calm and collected lady walking down the hall. Please don't look her way or she'll scurry faster than a squirrel hightailing it to the nearest tree.
Often found in her dorm or under a tree,listening to music while shutting out the world during free time between classes
She likes to point out cloud shapes as much as she loves gazing at stars.
She's a stimmer. She had stim toys to help her with her anxiety and fidgeting.
"Ms.amy... I don't want you disrupting classes by chewing on this toy during instruction. You can have this back when the class is over."
Cries through the whole lesson because she got her stimming toy taken and wets her work with her tears.
If she loses her stim toy, she chews on her nails or grits her teeth.
Poor girl taps her pencil and ends up annoying the teacher.
Give this poor girl a break and a hug ;-; you took her only means of comfort away
Has a habit of picking at holes in her clothes
Also twirls her hair around her finger
Also plays with her sleeves
She's bitten her nails past the nailbeds and has made her fingers bleed by chewing on the skin.
A nice guy in her class bought the stim toys for her.
Stim buddies!!!
She's bitten her tongue too.
She's a biter, a picker, and a scratcher.
Not a good combo for this little gal
Has pulled her hair out of anxiety and stress
Don't get me started on bullies.
Why do they pick on her? She's suffering enough
She may not have any friends but her stim bud always has a spot for her at his table during breakfast and lunch.
He invites her to hang with him and his friends. Even introduces her to them and a couple others
Star gazing anxiety has acquired friends
Her likes and dislikes
She likes sandwiches, burgers,seafood
She isn't picky but she is allergic to old cheeses.
Don't give her pepper jack cheese, it does a number on her digestive system.
She doesn't like the people who bully her for her mental disorders.
She doesn't like bullying in general
She hates loud noises
She likes her new friends
How she adjusts after falling into hell
She has nothing but the clothes on her back
She can't see but her hearing and smell are enhanced to make up for this.
After meeting husk, he helps her adjust.
He's a bit mean but not to her.
She misses her friends back in the living world.
She opens up little by little about her life before she died
She's glad but not glad that she's dead.
How can she repay her new friends for giving her a place to stay and helping her?
She is used to hell now but is still the same girl she was when she was alive.
Why does husk remind her so much of her first friend in college?
She cries every time she remembers.
Hope you enjoy this headcanon of polaris @xradinoxinterloperx . i really loved making this. I'll probably make some more and make art of polaris when she was alive too
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel blog#hazbin husk#polaris#hazbin hotel husk#husk#polaris x husk#hazbin oc#Polaris headcanons#my oc
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