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animelovelover123 · 2 months

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Hey there! You don't have to answer, but what do you think (insert DMC charas of your choice) would do for Valentines Day? Love your work btw. Always makes my day when you post 🥰 Have a great evening

Devil May Cry Boys Valentine

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V x Reader

Author Note: Thanks for the suggestion! I woke up late today (was up and down all night because of period pain) and when I saw this and started imagining scenarios it made me feel better. Hope you like it, happy Valentine’s Day/Singles Awareness Day!

Dante

This mans straight up forgot, like always. He is always forgetting dates and holidays, especially if he is out on a mission in some remote place so doesn’t have the typical festive decorations that litter stores to tip him off that some event is approaching. Even when he is at home though, sometimes he holes up in his house just eating delivery food and relaxing so the world outside and the passage of time goes on without him.

He scrambles to prepare something, anything.

What can he set up in less than a day? What do people do for Valentine’s Day? He is not used to having a partner.

Fancy restaurants? Can he get into any of those? No, they have all been booked months in advance.

Okay, candlelit dinner at home. Should he order something? No, that’s not special enough. So he should cook. He can cook, right? It can’t be that hard.

It was… it was hard.

Well while that disaster is on the way, what else can he do?

Flowers? Flowers sound nice. Again though, most florists are sold out of the traditional roses, but at least he can make his own with his demon abilities (see Lucifer from DMC4). How many does he make though? One? Six? A dozen? Well now Dante has enough roses to fill a hot tub but that’s fine, he can just sprinkle the petals around. What does he do with the stems? Uh… just throw them in the closet for now.

What else?

He should dress up! He still has a suit, right? Does it fit him still? He hasn’t worn it in years.

In the end, you have dinner with Dante who tries to act cool, despite the fact that he is in a suit that is two sizes too small, his food is a mushy mess (a good-tasting mush might I add but still), he nearly set the place on fire with the old candles he used, and you both have little nicks all over your hands from cleaning up the rose stems that came cascading out of the closet when you tried to hang up your coat.

He swears up and down that he will do better next year. Yes, it was a disaster, but by god he tried.

Reboot Dante

Dante is not into Valentine’s Day and how commercialized it is. Every ad, shop, and website proclaims that if you don’t buy your partner <insert product name here> then your relationship will fail. What bullshit.

But you know what is kind of fun? The day after.

Pounds and pounds of chocolate and sweets on sale for cheap.

Popular hangout spots mostly barren as everyone just went.

Bars and restaurants with half-used bottles of wine and champagne that are usually multiple tens of dollars a glass now being sold at a fraction of the price because it was quickly going stale.

Valentine-themed lingerie and sex toys practically being given away at stores.

So hold off on the celebration baby. Save that cash you would have spent.

The next day you and Dante will go on a shopping spree, buying more chocolate than you two could eat.

And as you two indulge in said chocolate, you can bounce from one place to the next, enjoying bougie alcohol at empty restaurants and practically having places like amusement parks, arcades, and waterparks all to yourselves.

And when you two get home, well you now have a drawer full of new lingerie and sex paraphernalia that Dante is dying to try. Which one does he want to try today? Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Dante wants to try them all.

Vergil

Vergil is the kind of man who did not see a point in doing anything special for Valentine’s Day. He gave you love and affection all year round, why would doing something specifically on this one day mean more than any other?

But if you show even the slightest sliver of disappointment at this, he will do something. Nothing basic though. If he was going to go out of his way for this then he was going to be extra about it.

So on the day he picks you up from work, school, or just your home, in a limo.

He takes you to a dress and suit rental shop filled with gowns and suits of all styles and colours. He also made sure to find a rental place that also offered accessories so jewellery, headdresses, and shoes were also available.

He will not exert his will over your choice, but he does want to be present for you trying things on and he will suggest some things. He claims that he simply wants to make sure you are presentable, but he secretly is having a lot of fun seeing you in different styles, patterns, and colours. He takes mental notes of what kind of things you look good in so he can get them for you later.

Once you pick out whatever you like he takes you to a dance hall where a ball is being held. Men, women, and everyone in between are dressed to the nines and dance around the room to live music. The way the lights shine, the glitter of jewels sparkle, and the fabric of all the dresses swish around creating a dream-like atmosphere.

Vergil will lead you in multiple dances. If you seem nervous or mess up the steps, he does not criticize you. He brushes it off as there is no need to worry. Yes, this was an elegant ball, but that should not restrict you. He did not bring you here to try to force you to act fancy.

He brought you here to make you happy, and that’s all he cares about. Not just today, but every day.

Reboot Vergil

This man is always working and unfortunately does not spend a lot of one-on-one time with you. He makes exceptions for special events though, such as your birthday, anniversaries, and Valentine’s Day.

He will spend time with you for these events. Note, though, that the likelihood of Vergil actually spending the specific day with you is low. His social life must work around his work, he warned you of this before you started dating. So your Valintine’s Day celebration will happen in about a month's vicinity of February 14th.

When the time comes though, Vergil spares no expense. Literally, this man is loaded and he will use this opportunity to shower you with luxury and attention to make up for all the time he spends working.

We are talking about a multi-day vacation to anywhere in the world you want to go to do whatever you want. And you know exactly where you are going because you are the one that planned it all. Again, Vergil is a very busy man.

This isn't to say he will not have a few surprises in store for you.

Despite what it may seem, when you are talking at him while he is typing away on his computer he is listening. He has a specific file on his computer that lists all of the things you are interested in and said you wanted and will secretly add to it while you talk.

The surprises he gets you for Valentine’s Day will be extravagant, not a simple book or game you have been interested in. He just buys those for you whenever they come up, if you don’t take the initiative and get it yourself with his card. So be ready for things like private concerts from your favourite singer and/or group, getting to play the beta version of an unreleased game you have been waiting years for, or getting to play a minor role in an episode or two of your favourite TV show.

The time you two had together would be relatively brief, as only a few days were scheduled and he reminded you that he would have to return to work as soon as possible.

It was almost two weeks later when he could finally pull himself away from you.

Nero

A traditional lover from a traditional city and religion.

Even if Nero was not really into the rules and restrictions of The Order of the Sword, some of his beliefs did line up with theirs.

For example, Nero wasn’t interested in getting you something sexy for Valentine’s Day as he felt it was a bit sleazy and he worried that it would give off the impression that he was only interested in sex. However, if you are the one to gift him with a special something something in the bedroom then he will be all for it.

No, Nero wanted to keep things clean and simple.

Flowers, chocolates, and a card filled with some personal and deep feelings that you better not tell anyone about because he would die of embarrassment if it got out.

He’ll take you out on a date, but not to a restaurant or anything. Instead, he planned a picnic for you two. He made all the food himself, with minimal help from Kyrie. Mainly she just acted as a recipe book and made sure everything he made was safe to eat. Nero was a decent cook, but he did not want to risk making you sick. It may not look immaculate (he doesn’t have a normal right arm, give him a break) but it tasted great.

On the day he will take you out of town, somewhere nice and natural. A peaceful place with a beautiful view and no one around for miles that can get in the way of you two being together.

This will be the first Valentine’s Day V ever celebrates, period. He knows of the day, of course, and many of the traditions that accompany it. But he has never gotten to experience them.

It was also a bit troublesome as many of the typical Valentine’s Day activities, such as fancy dinners, either at home or going out, giving flowers and reciting poetry were things V did for you regularly.

So if days with him are already filled with elegance and refined shows of affection, how would he make this day special? Well, he will do the opposite.

V invites you to make homemade chocolates with him. With his lack of experience, it is a messy task and the finished product is far from immaculate, but that did not matter to him.

He could clean later and his familiars could eat any mistakes created. (They were demons, they could eat chocolate despite their animal forms.)

What mattered was experiencing something new with you. To spend the day working together, laughing at the mess-ups and sharing the prideful joy of success.

And he also quickly discovered the appeal of licking chocolate off each other.

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maidragoste · 7 months

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Things I think Jacaerys Velaryon would do if he were your boyfriend

This whole week I was thinking about Jacaerys so I ended up writing this

Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated. I hope you like it 🥰🥰💕💕

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

•Let me tell you that if English is not your first language then Jacaerys LOVES it when you speak in your native language. He is always very curious about the difference between their languages, he asks you if some words have a different meaning in your country. I see him going to the supermarket with you and at some point he starts asking you what they call a certain product in your country.

•Jace would work hard to learn your native language. Most of the time his pronunciation is clumsy but every time you hear him speaking in your native language you feel like you fall in love with him ten thousand times more.

The word he knows how to say best is "I love you" because he never stops saying it to you.

•If you are vegetarian or vegan I can see Jace searching the internet for good places to go eat together. He loves trying new food with you.

Plus his house is always stocked with a couple of vegan products. One time he got mad at Luke because when you came to see him there were no more of your vegan cookies left because his brother ate them and didn't tell him.

•Sometimes when you feel like painting your nails but you're in lazy mode Jace ends up being the one to do it for you. The two of you talk nonsense while he carefully runs the polish over your nails.

•Every time he sees a tik tok from a series or a book that he knows you like, he sends it to you.

•Whenever you're too caught up in studying, Jace reminds you to hydrate and eat something. Most of the time he orders something from your favorite fast food place to give you a pamper after so many hours of studying.

•I see Jacaerys as someone very touchy. Every time you go out together he can't be without holding your hand or his hand around your waist or at least hugging you by the shoulders. He needs to have you close.

•After seeing your reaction to letting her hair long. Jacaerys stopped wearing it short. He loves seeing how nervous you get every time he catches you staring at him. He always teases you by making you pout and he loves kissing you.I only know that Jacaerys pretends to forget his clothes at your house but in reality he does it on purpose because he loves to see you later wearing his clothes.

•My man has two playlists about you. One with all your favorite songs and another with the songs that make him think of you. In the latter there are these songs:

"You can hear it in the silence, silence, you

You can feel it on the way home, way home, you

You can see it with the lights out, lights out

You are in love, true love" — You Are in Love, Taylor Swift.

"Cause all of the small things that you do

Are what remind me why I fell for you

And when we're apart, and I'm missing you

I close my eyes and all I see is you

And the small things you do" — Those Eyes, New West.

"I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathing in your dust

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours" — I Wanna Be Yours, Arctic Monkeys.

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you— Daylight, Taylor Swift.

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emotionallyattachednerd · 6 months

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Only Human | TP Ratchet x f!human reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 2500+

Warnings: Smut ( sex and light bdsm ), soft dom Ratchet, angst, depression and robot on human.NSFW 18+.

Notes: This story was made from two requests. The title was originally 'Aftercare' but I felt this new title was more suited for this story. There's a lot of emotions going on, and a human just being human, like we all do, and Ratchet having patiences with her. There's more angst than smut which is slightly different, but I did like to get into the angst a bit.

Thanks for all your support. Enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Everything lately has been such a big effort, from simply getting out of bed, eating food, or even brushing your teeth, everything just feels like a lot of work. You get these moods every now and again, though this time it seems it's lingering longer than you would like.

Working as a nurse had its ups and downs. You love helping others, making them smile and even sharing a small conversation with your patients. Although it can be quite intense, both mentally and physically, wearing you down day and night until you just want to hide under my blankets and never come out.

It seems the only good thing you have is Ratchet. You both met through June, after seeing one of them by accident and you were suddenly thrust into a world you never imagined, and you both slowly grew fond of one another.

Over time you both start growing more serious, and you discover he has certain kinks, as you do as well, and we are happy to participate together to fulfil these desires. In the past you've had horrible ex boyfriends with the same kinks, only for them to never work or they were just heartless towards you, at least this is how it felt.

All in the past. Ratchet is different, on so many levels, and you want there to be a future for you both. Although those thoughts lately have been clouded as you weren't even sure how to fix yourself, and you feared he'll grow tired of your dull mood soon enough and leave.

It was date night, and you put on your best smile and outfit for Ratchet, trying to sugar coat everything to be as happy as possible. When he comes over he uses what is called mass displacement, giving him to become your size at least. This you liked, because it means you can spend time together anywhere, and even much more sexual things together.

All you want is to keep Ratchet happy, to give him reason to stay with you, to show you weren't boring at all and keep what you have still thriving. You're a good girl after all.

You lay across his lap and let out a squeaky gasp as he gives your bottom a slap across your already sensitive cheek, which you lust after of course. Getting spanked like a bad little girl has always been a kink for you, and Ratchet seems to like it himself as he skillfully treats each side to a slap and whispering praises to you.

You weren’t being punished, you both only did it for fun.

This goes on for a bit, gasps turning into moans before he finally stops and tugs your skirt back down across your bottom. "That's a good girl." He allows you to stand back up

Your legs are so weak that you're unable to hold your weight up. Ratchet has you though, he always does, making sure you are looked after. None of your ex boyfriends ever did this so it was a little confusing at first.

"Ratchet, I'm fine." You try to assure him as he holds you in his arms and places you with care on the bed, settling you in his lap as he starts to gently massage your shoulders. You can't help but moan faintly from the contact and the soothing release it gives you.

"Hm. I want to do this, to give you attention and comfort, provide care for you." Ratchet answers, though he sounds perhaps a little leery, like he was treading carefully. You pick up on this but decide to not say anything.

Instead, you lean into his touches, trying to relax yourself under his touches. This goes on for a bit, and when he does stop he helps you sit up on the bed, soft gravely optics staring at you. He breaks.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine." You shrug it off, wanting to move on, but he refuses.

"Don't lie to me, please. You've been like this for weeks, only it's worse tonight. I wish I didn't ignore it before but I didn't want to impose or...." His pause has your attention.

"Or what?"

"If there's someone else in your life, someone human." He was hesitant as he asked this.

"Someone else? No, no, there's no one else. Why would you think that?" The fact he thought you might be cheating on him does hurt a little. He vents, a heavy relief leaving him.

"Then what's going on?"

"I already told you, nothing!" You snap, wanting to move on, but he wasn't going to make it that easy.

"Stop lying, I'm begging you, just talk to me. It's not just me, June has taken notice your clouded mood and she's worried about you, I am as well."

"So you're talking about me behind my back?"

"Primus..." Ratchet lets out an onerous vent, so heavy you feel the heat fog against your skin. "You shouldn't get upset because we care about you. I want to help, but I can't if you don't talk to me about what's going on. Please, I love you, and it breaks my spark to see you like this."

Your bottom lip quivers and you finally break down, sobbing gently as you bury your face in your hands while feeling his servo running across your back. You hate this, feeling weak and broken. Finally, you find your voice.

"Ratchet, it has nothing to do with you. This is how I am, an emotional wreck. I've had my moments all my life, they come and go so randomly. I just feel I have nothing in my life, it's just a blank and dark abyss, that's there's just no quality or value, no purpose. But I also know that's not true, and I tell myself that all the time. I have an amazing friend like June, a good quality job, and I have you, the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Hearing this makes him give a warm petite smile at you.

You manage to return the same smile through your tears before it slips away. " Like I said, it's not you, it's my problem. I don't want my burden on you. It's a weight I need to carry myself until it passes."

"Then what? You said you've had this your whole life, that it comes and goes, and that shouldn't happen. You don't need to carry this weight yourself, it's not fair. I wish you didn't degrade yourself mentally like this. Look what it's doing to you? You're miserable."

You roll your eyes through your tears. "Gee, thanks. You've been a great help."

"You shouldn't get upset or offended if you can't listen to what I have to say. I'm trying to help, but I can't if you don't ever talk to me about what you're feeling, and I can't give you words if you're only going to be annoyed over it." Everything he's saying is true, but you can't help yourself, it's just how you are.

"I'm scared you're going to leave me."

"What?' He sounds surprised and even a little scared himself. "I'm not leaving you. What gave you that idea?"

"You know, fucked in the head thoughts." You point bluntly against the side of your head. "I'm a wreck."

"You're not a wreak. You're only human." His touches were soft and you find yourself relaxing better under him. “What would make you happy?”

"I don't know..." You can only shrug.

"Do I make you happy?” Of course he's going to question that.

"Of course you do! I know I don't seem happy but...fuck!"

Ratchet lets out soothing hushes to you, servos massaging gently against your skin while you let out soft whimpers and cry out whatever tears were still left over.

"You don't need to say anything else. We don't need to talk about this anymore if you don't want to, I'm only trying to help. All I care about is your wellbeing and happiness, and I feel powerless. I'm unable to keep you happy."

"It's not your fault, it's my fault, my problem. Some things are just not meant to have an easy fix." That's what you had yourself convinced.

An idea comes to him. "What if we go somewhere?"

"Go where?"

"Wherever you want. I do have a ground bridge that can take us anywhere on earth." Hearing this seemed to light something in you.

That's it! Travel.

"Well...maybe we can go to Edinburgh, in Scotland? I heard it's beautiful there. How would you...join me?" You don't want to sound rude.

"I can take a hologram. We'll look like the perfect couple in love."

You're silently bursting with joy for what felt like the first time in so long. Ratchet smiles through a soft chuckle as he takes notice of your mood, a small victory from him.

"There's my glowing star. Shall we leave tomorrow?"

"Yeah, that sounds great."

It's official. You're going to Scotland! It's been a long fantasy to visit, but you were never convinced you were never going to make it there.

"Now, I think we can continue this in the bedroom?" He holds a broad smile making you nod early.

"Yes, please."

Laying on your bed naked, your hands are tied above your head, wrapped with soft silk and a fluffy blind fold across your eyes. The feeling is very erotic, your body craving the soft bondage.

Ratchet uses his servos to gently glide across your soft skin, letting his digits linger in certain places and making you mewl softly, hips wiggling with a lingering appetite and silent wishes for more.

He likes this, just as much as you do, something you both enjoy. All you ex boyfriends liked it as well but were much rougher, while Ratchet was more softer about it, not that you're complaining. It was just different and you weren't sure how to respond to his aftercare treatment.

Letting out a gasp you feel his digit push into your core and gently curl against your walls, another rubbing at your clit making you gasp out through a throaty moan.

"Does that feel nice?" He asks you gently. Though you couldn't see, you can feel his smile on you.

"Yes, so good." You manage to answer through your heated voice.

"You're clenched around me so tightly, haven't even spiked you yet. Your arousal levels are even skyrocketing." He smiles proudly. "You've very eager, aren't you?"

He doesn’t give you much time to answer, leaning down to kiss you. It always starts so softly, his lips on yours like you’re in the purest sort of love.

Your response is a muffled mewl against his lips, his glossa coiling with your tongue, his denta's giving a teasing nibble against your lower lip. You love it, the way he teases your body, it makes you wither with need. He just knows every weak spot on you.

A second digit is added, stretching you more, not that you need to be stretched as you are already soaking wet, but you both enjoy it, letting the moment linger for as long as possible.

You feel his mouth move to your neck, heated vents prickling against your skin as hsi glossa drags gently across, denta's nibbling at your flesh.

"Ratchet." His name moans from you, darkness still closes your vision as he keeps the blindfold on. "Feels so good." You clench yourself more around him, rocking your hips and moaning more, silently screaming for more.

His digits are removed and you feel them trail up against your body before touching your lips, and you eagerly take them into your mouth, sucking and gliding your tongue around them.

"Such a good girl, my beautiful star." Ratchet purrs loving the sight of you tasting your sweet juices. "You're perfect, never doubt that. I love you with all my spark." His words were warm and nurturing.

Letting his digits slip from your mouth with a wet pop you manage to find your voice. "I love you too." You whimper through your growing pleasure.

He settles between your open legs, pressing his already emerged spike against you and running his throbbing tip between your folds and across your clit, earning another gasp from you as your hands tug at the silk bounds.

Ratchet keeps the blind fold on you still and leans over, sealing his lips over your own, before sinking into your depths with a slow thrust, filling you to the brim and stretching you widely.

Your hips arch up off the bed, feeling his thickness fill you so much and letting out an ecstatic moan. clenching around him before he starts to move against you, slowly, rolling his waist back and forth against you with his servos gripped into your hips.

"Ratchet, fuck, you're so big." You mewl in delight, moving yourself with his movements. Your head tilts back against the plush pillow in your tied position while he moves slowly yet firmly, tugging you back against his movements.

His heated vents fill the air as he says words you don't fully understand, but you do guess it's things in his own language, repeating over again with each thrust.

His spike is quite fascinating you think. You feel every ridge and bump rubbing against your walls, every throb sending small jolts through your core and imprinting right on your brain, wilding craving for his thickness to be buried deep in your, day and night, like a beautiful addiction you didn't want to shake off.

His thrusts grow more intense, snapping his waist against you while his digit rolls against your clit more fiercely. The darkness wrapped across your eyes adds to the thrill, earning a stronger sob of arousal to echo out from you.

"I'll cherish you always, I promise." He tells you between each thrust given. "Go on, cum when you're ready darling. I've got you." He leans across your body, covering you, his firmly rutting against you now.

You don't hold back as you cry out through your boiling orgasim, clenching around his thrusting spike and arch up more off the bed, body breaking loose with jolts of electricity. Hearing his increased sounds and feeling every strong movement is the only warning you had before he jerks forward and you feel a bubbly warmth fill you to the brim.

You feel yourself being filled so much, some seeping out as every twitch feels like a shockwave through you. "Fuck..." He gently pulls himself out then, servos smoothing over your quivering body.

Once untied, he removes the blind fold and your vision is brought back, faced with Ratchet's tender gaze before he leans over and kisses you, letting your lips linger before kissing her cheek. You smile, silently thanking him, before nuzzling into him against his side with his arms wrapped around you.

"I'll always take care of you, my beautiful girl." Ratchet smiles softly before kissing your lips tenderly.

"Thank you, Ratchet, for everything." You can only murmur gently into his audio, before sleep takes over.

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boopshoops · 12 days

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💆 and 🏘 for yuu if thats alright?

OK- so a lot of yall asked for the same emojis SO i'm gonna format Yuu's all in one post then do another for Jocia+Ezra-

UHHH DJJDJD THIS IS MY FIRST TIME ANSWERING QUESTIONS IN CHARACTER so lets say the default text is me/narrator then orange is Yuu

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💆how do you relax?

"Well, let's get right into it then, shall we?" Yuu clasped her hands together, a sly smile spreading onto her lips, "Relaxation... well I guess listening to music would be my go to. Genre doesn't matter to me mostly," The woman tapped her chin, lightly humming as she thought, "Though I suppose my definition of 'relaxing' isn't exactly universal... I often enjoy getting up and around and even dancing a bit, maybe having a quick chat as well... it helps me center myself. Too many thoughts in this big brain of mine sometimes!~ A way to focus is most definitely what relaxation is to me. Some people find it chaotic, but I don't care about some people. It's fun to me. Besides, it's not like I never sit down and rest."

🏘️where's your happy place?

"Huh... some of these questions are rather deep, aren't they?" Yuu cleared her throat, doing her best to keep a neutral expression, "Much like a lot of people, my happy place isn't an actual PLACE. It is more like a state. All that being said, I'm... not quite sure. Not to say that I'm not happy, of course! There are hard times and good times, but I suppose I'm still trying my best to find such a 'place' for me in this new world. Let's call this one a work in progress, yes? I'll get there eventually, not to worry. I have my plans, of course~"

✏️What are your hobbies?

"Oh! This is a fun one. I'm a musician. I have been taking band and theater courses my whole life," Yuu lifted her head triumphantly, gladly taking the opportunity to brag, "Singing, acting, playing instruments... I managed to get into a pretty prestigious performing arts school back home, and what more could one ask for than to spend their life doing what they love?" Her peppiness suddenly dropped, resulting in a roll of her eyes, "Not that it's useful now that I'm stuck here though. Damn Crowley."

🥣what's your favorite food?

"Bungeoppang!" The prefect chirped, leaning forward in her (imaginary) seat for this (imaginary) interview, "Or, ah- taiyaki, or bread with a sweet red bean filling. I was trying to learn more about my ancestry, and came across this pastry thanks to my father. Originally I didn't think I was the biggest fan of sweets, but, wow~ Only then, after I fell in love with it, did I learn it wasn't even a traditional dish from my father's home... figures. Nonetheless! You'll have to try some!"

"Ah, Here's a fun fact for you, I learned the language a long time ago along with trying to learn more about my family's history, but no one here seems to recognize it, which... makes sense, I guess. It was a bummer at first, but then I learned I can simply say whatever I want without them understanding me. What a breath of fresh air~"

The woman momentarily giggled, "...배고파요"

🙂where do your morals lie?

"Hmph. What a complete 180 of a question..." Her lips pursed into a pout. She offered up a quick glare, but it didn't last very long at all, "I'm just trying my best to exist and let others exist at the moment!" She beamed with the flip of a switch, her suspiciously innocent smile nearly blinding. She kept this one brief. Barely an answer.

🥰do you think you're attractive?

"Yes," The woman answered... almost too quickly, "I like how I look. I spend a lot of time on myself, so it's only natural to get a bit of an ego boost from that, yes? Confidence is a healthy thing! I spent a lot of time carefully crafting my sense of style, it makes me feel... like me." Yuu momentarily fluttered her lashes, accompanied by laughter through a rhythmic tease, "Come onnnn~ you get it, right? You know I'm just a sweetheart? Completely innocent and well-meaning? Aren't I just like a princess? Of COURSE I'm attractive."

😍are you a romantic?

"....Hm," The woman paused, thinking deeply about the question in a moment of silence, "It depends on what your definition of 'romantic' is in this case, but I'd say I'm rather neutral. It's been awhile since I've been in a relationship myself, so I can't really say for sure..." Yuu tilted her head, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned back in her seat. Striking a pose to simply ponder.

"I'm not a hopeless romantic, but I highly value romantic gestures. Does that make sense? I particularly value physical touch along with gift receiving as far as love language goes. At least, that's how it used to be with my ex-girlfriend. I don't think that has changed too much. So, hey! If you're interested, feel free to just hand over your credit card as a gift, I'll get back to you," The woman finished with a joke, attempting to turn the mood away from being sour.

"ALSO HELLO YUU SHI YOU ARE GORGEOUS HELLO LIKE ARE YOU AN ANGLE FROM HEAVEN??? CAUSE YOU'RE A-CUTE"

The prefect blinked, leaving an uncomfortable amount of awkward silence as she read the words on the page of (imaginary) interview questions.

She held back a snort, doing her best to hide a guilty grin along with her horrible sense of humor, "Wh-Who wrote this? Who wrote these questions?" She giggled to herself, setting down the page in finality, "Sevens, that's awful... I love it. I'm well aware, but thank you. I needed the laugh today."

"Will that be all?"

Ask game!

#boopshoopsramblings #boopshoopsoc #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #oc #twst wonderland #original character #oc art #yuu shi #tcoav #ask game #does this count as a writing post #i donT KNOWWwww #i thINK SO But #beh i never know when to use my tag list #definitely not my usual writing style either way given the lack of internal monologue #boopshoopswriting

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internetgremlin-writes · 2 years

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Can I request no.12 with daniel ricciardo 🥰

12 - "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"

Warnings: mild Monaco angst

Glad to see I'm not the only one in my Danny Ric feels after this weekend. Hope this helps! (sorry I didn't get round to writing it instantly, my afternoon was filled with landlord drama :/)

Prompt night info and prompt list to request your own ficlet: here!

"Well, I'm okay,"

You dropped your head into your hands with a devastated groan, allowing yourself to slump back into your seat. Oh Danny no, not again, your heart broke for him and the dejection in his voice you just weren't used to. You couldn't believe it was happening again and that you were completely powerless to do anything about it.

Daniel had been your best friend for years, and whilst you adored and supported him you didn't know how many more times you could watch him slip down to the bottom of the F1 pack, getting shuttled between teams like he meant nothing. Not that you had anything against Lando and McLaren, but you couldn't believe once more that he was no more to them than a second driver, even the car came before him.

And now this, a crash in Monaco. His second home, his favourite track, the place he'd promised he'd get his redemption. Sitting virtually paralysed in your spot in hospitality watching him climb out of the orange car he'd been promised was his new family certainly didn't look like redemption to you.

He wasn't interested in anything that night. Usually, you'd hang out at his apartment all weekend for Monaco, but he told you he needed to stay in the garage to go over the incident. You'd seen this Danny before too, that no matter how shit of a situation he found himself in he was always blaming himself. He would stay up late, spend hours and hours pouring his heart and soul into working through problems, trying to find solutions he didn't need to. You were furious for him.

F. E. A

It was written in small black letters, but it was in the direct line of his helmet cam. Fuck 'em all. It was devastating, watching him become less and less of a priority of Lando and winning car, even when the younger driver was sick and not giving his best, but your chest warmed a little at Daniel's message. Maybe there was still that fight you knew and loved in him. Maybe your honey badger was in there after all.

But, like many things with Daniel, it wasn't meant to be. A low qualifying spot and a messy race with torrential rain and so many flags you lost the will to live saw him finish outside of the points once more. You were glad that he got home in one piece, at least, but you knew he wasn't. The second the last car pulled into a stop you all but ran to the McLaren garage.

He was there, sweaty and messy and as beautiful as post-race Daniel always was, but he was missing that huge smile and the light in his eyes. You didn't look once at the podium ceremony, your entire attention trained on Daniel who was staring at Sergio Perez with such deep heartbreak you didn't know what to do. He had to leave for press, reluctantly, so you pulled him into a quick hug and promised him you'd be over that evening.

And you did, after all the after-party arrangements had been made and Daniel's PR team had made their excuses you found yourself at the com of his flat, with a bag of far too much Chinese food in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He buzzed you in and you found him on the couch, staring fixedly at the TV, where the race highlights were playing.

"Don't watch them," you murmured, and he finally raised his head to look at you. He looked like a shell of your Danny. In sweatpants and a hoodie, his hair a fluffy, curly mess after his recent shower, but his eyes were red and you were worried he'd been crying. He didn't say anything, simply returning his attention to the TV. You decided to give him a minute, and busied yourself in his kitchen plating up the food and pouring two large glasses of wine.

He was still staring at the screen when you came back, so you picked up the remote and turned it off. He sent you the smallest smile you'd ever seen and a half-hearted thanks. You ate in silence, and he didn't touch the wine.

"I'm sorry about today,"

He dropped his head, refusing to even look at you. You were contemplating saying something else, but you didn't know if you'd make the situation worse when he moved toward you. His head found the space in your neck and he crawled into your chest like an overgrown child. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around him, tight because any contact with him was everything to you.

"Hey-"

"Please," his voice was thick, his accent almost unrecognisable with it "I just need a minute," you nodded, your chin just resting on the top of his head as you held him, rubbing gentle circles across his back. You weren't sure how long you stayed like that, or when exactly he decided to pull away and keep eating as if nothing happened, or when you found yourself watching him watch one of his terrible comedy movies. It was only when he didn't laugh at a single one of the cringey one-liners that you knew something was deeply wrong.

"Okay, Danny, what's going on? Because I've seen you laugh at this stupid fucking film from a hospital bed,"

The way he looked at you then was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. It was like he was staring straight into your soul, those big brown eyes of his so full of churning emotions that it made your chest constrict in rhythm. He sucked in a breath that was alarmingly shakey for someone so extraverted.

"I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified,"

You couldn't help the surprised bubble of laughter that escaped you.

"Sorry, what?"

"I- you're my best friend and I love you. I'm so scared of losing this, us, but I can't sit here anymore and pretend I don't want more," his voice was too shakey to be your Danny, but the words were his. It was only then you realised his hands were wrapped around your wrists.

"You could never lose me," you murmured, speaking slowly to gauge his reaction as the confession you'd been pushing down for years came surging through "Not when I've been yours all this time,"

You didn't need to say those three words back, because he pulled you into a kiss so desperate it said them for you.

#1.3k prompt night #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #formula one #F1 #iggyanswers

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floralembarrassment · 1 year

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Hey!!! i love what you write and I was wondering if you could write like James and Reg announcing they were having Harry to everyone. thanks 😊

Hello! 🥰🥺 you are too sweet!

Ohhhhh alright alright was my initial reaction!

This might be a chose your own adventure because I see this going so many ways. But I think they always tell someone first. I could write a million of these apparently! But for now you get 3! Thank you for this request!!

With love for @krist27prongspott and all! ❤️

Oh baby! (1/1) (jegulus) (option 1/3)

They are old. They have been trying for a baby. They want a baby. They really had to do a lot of things to get a baby so of course they want one and have been trying. Still... Regulus is panicking.

How could he be just a few short months away from being a father? How was he supposed to do this now? Yes they have been working with a lot of agencies, but they got a call and now it is real and the excitement died when James went to get the take away and now he is spiralling.

Their friends knew abstractly that they wanted a child. James of course wants a slew of them, but Regulus is really hoping they can figure out one.

When James returned, he walked back into the living room and found Regulus curled in on himself, pulling at the loose threads on his pants. "Alright love?" He asked cautiously, setting down the food on table.

Regulus looked up at him, grey eyes wide. "We are not ready for this," he declared. "I think we need to tell people because I do not think we can do this alone. Like right now."

James let out a big sigh, "oh thank goodness can I call my mum please?"

"Yes! Get her over here now. I need her. And and, Monty please?" Regulus replied just as hastily.

"Okay I'll call my parents, you call Sirius and Remus?" James propositioned.

Regulus stood and moved over to James, wrapping his arms around him. "I love you and thank you I need my best friend to know,"

"Yeah I need mine too!" James said and they both ran in different directions.

Soon after the 4 arrived. Their family. James sat them all on the couch, from left to right: Monty, Effie, Sirius, and Remus. Regulus went into their bedroom to dig out the little booties James had bought when they started this journey. They hadn't shown them to anyone, so Regulus quickly put a bow on the plain white box and brought it out to the living room. He handed it to Effie, who looked at it quizzically. "What's this all about boys?" Monty asked.

"Well first thanks for all coming so quickly," James said as he pushed a shaky hand through his messy curls. Regulus went to stand beside him, placing a grounding arm around his waist. James responded by easily sinking into him and wrapping his arm around Regulus' shoulder. "Go ahead and open that mum," James said.

"We have a bit of news," Regulus explained as Effie pulled the box top off. She slowly pulled the little shoes out of the box, and immediately locked eyes with both of them. "Am I going to have a grandbaby?" She said, and when James and Regulus nodded, the others caught on and soon everyone was crying happy tears and laughing and hugging them in a big circle.

#did i know i had an asks box? no #am i upset about this request? absolutely not!#jegulus #marauders #starchaser #sunseeker #james x regulus #fanfic #harry potter #james potter #regulus black #marauders era #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #baby announcement #whisper of wolfstar #lgbtq+#fluffiest fluff

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mettaloverxx · 1 year

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Mettaton Spending New years with his S/O

I hoped everyone has a great new year! Proud of you getting this far ☺️

___________________

Ok so new year eve mettaton is taking you shopping with him, He is trying on all types of clothes so he can look amazing for the new year party. So he’s definitely going to need your help deciding on what to pick. Metta does get tooo into shopping when it comes to clothes so eventually you got to be like “let’s go now we have other places to be” ;^^

After shopping Metta takes you to his studio. He wants to do a little new year segment on his show to wish his fans (and yours believe it or not you have some!) a happy new year. Mettaton would love it if you join in on the broadcast sense his feels his Beauty is lovely in the spotlight just like him 🥰

Once that is done you and him go back home and have a little cool off time sitting down and just relax together before getting ready for the party. Small conversations about various things like upcoming events, a little gossip ofc, just about anything that pops up. The little times when you are alone together are absolutely the best. Mettaton is such a caring and loving person and even a little goofy at times. He absolutely loves having these little moments together with his darling 💗

The party has started!! and you know Mettaton has it all decked out, plenty of foods and snacks, MTT brand adult drinks and MTT non adult drinks…glitter..everywhere.

I see Mettaton taking so many pictures with his s/o for memories and to post online. Some pictures of you and him are super special to him, so he decided to keep them to himself or hang them up on a wall, or even sometimes put them on his makeup stand so he can admire the sweet memories he’s shared with you tonight.

A couple minutes before the new years countdown he would pull you aside and say something like

“ I love you so much gorgeous, let us shine bright together as we take on a new year~”

Once the clock strikes 12 he would cup your face and bring you in for a gentle kiss.

#mettaton x reader #mettaton #undertale imagines #hope everyone has a good new year!#srry if this was was a little sappy #well all my stuff is sappy I think :/#I was going to do a mettafell one to but I got to lazy #if anyone interested I will do the mtf one 🥰#i also realize I never made a Christmas imagine!!#if y’all want me to make one don’t be afraid to ask! I don’t mind

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fangirlstorycreator · 7 months

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Hello! Thank you so much for answering my other ask:) I do appreciate it, it was lovely! 🥰 I was wondering if you have done very many little fics for Cash? I finally saw all of Black Friday/The Kidnapping in full, TIG plays such a bad guy but.... he's so hot about it 😅 I know I've read some about Cash but I don't recall who's account I saw it on. If you could please, if you have the time, maybe write something sweet about Cash and his love? I feel he's conflicted in the movie, he wants to do good and be good but he's so far in it's too late to turn back. I'd like to see someone like a new neighbor come into his life and steer him away from the crime so that gorgeous face doesn't get locked up 🥹 thank you so luch for the content you post, it brings me life 🖤

Aww thank you so much 🥺 that's so sweet of you 💚 I have written Cash stories on my page before, if you wanted to check them out all you have to do is go to the search icon at the top of my profile and look up #Cash or #cash x Reader. My bestie @larabiatasstuff also writes for Cash and you can do the same thing to check out her content, she's a brilliant writer and I think you'll love her stories too. I can certainly try to do this Cash story for you, I hope you enjoy 💚

Moving to a neighbourhood was never easy, especially when it was just you. That's if you exclude your little puppy of course. You moved away from your parents as quick as you could as soon as you were an adult, let's just say it wasn't the best environment to grow up in, and you were glad to be out of there. You had lived in a flat for about 5 years once you left your parents, but you wanted to buy your own home and have a place to call your own instead of just renting. And after many long years of working all the jobs you could at once, and doing all the hours under the sun, you managed to finaly buy and own your own home. And that was exactly where you were going today, it was a wonderful moment to be in, driving with your last little box of things, including your puppy, on your way to your house. This house was in a cosy little culdesack, and it had a little park along the distance and one or two corner shops. After working all the jobs you could, you now had a comfortable job working in your house on the computer. You had your own office ready to go and you were so excited, plus it was easier to work from home when you had a puppy to care for too. You never wanted kids, and you were single. But you did say that once you were settled, you would happily have a dog and raise it from a puppy, and now you were.

You pull up outside and walk up to the front door with your puppy, unlocking the door, you felt this wave of relief and safety all throughout your body, just having your own home made the biggest diffrence in the world. Opening the door as your puppy ran inside to look at the new surroundings and smell anything he could, you take a step inside and take in a breath, knowing this was a great new start. It had been a few weeks since you moved in, and everything was going so well. You had installed a doggy door so your puppy could go out in the garden whenever he liked, and he was now completely trained which was just wonderful, he was a quick learner. One morning, you were sat in your office after grabbing some food shopping, and you had nearly finished an assignment for your boss at the office. You sipped your coffee and your puppy happily slept at your feet as you had just sent your now all finished work to your boss. That was all you had to do for the day, and as you leant back in your chair, you look outside to your garden, and wonder what you could do with it. However, it seemed your puppy must have heard something outside that caught his attention, and he ran out into the garden quicker than you thought he could run.

This wasn't like him, so you follow him out into the back garden to see what he was so interested in. You see your puppy trying to get into the garden next door, it appeared there was a broken part of the wooden fence, and he was looking worried, wining very much. "What is it?" You ask as you approach him, you look over the broken fence where he was trying to get in, and that's where you realise why he's trying to get over. There on the grass of the neighbor's garden, appeared to be a man, unconscious on the floor. "Oh my god!" You leapt over the fence and immediately went into first aider mode, checking what happened to him and weather he was ok, thankfully he was alright, but he was unconscious and by the looks of it, he was going to have a very nasty bruise on his head. He didn't respond to you when you tried to wake him, so you made sure he was in a safe position and waited for him wake up while the ambulance was on it's way. You called them as you grabbed an ice pack in your house and placed it gently on his head, but he still wouldn't wake up. He was an interesting looking man, you have never met him before and he wasn't your average guy. For starters, he looked extremely tall, well built yet slim too, and strangely, his hair was white. Not grey or silver, but white, and it actualy suited him. You wondered how he got hit on his head so badly?

But maybe he would be able to explain once he woke up. After 5 minutes, the ambulance crew turned up, asked you what happened and got your information, then took this man to the hospital to make sure he's safe. You watched in confusion as the ambulance drove down the street, that was something you weren't expecting to happen on a normal day, you hoped he would be alright, he was in the best place now. The hospital called you a few hours later to tell you he was awake and he was doing well, no sign of concussion or bad injuries, but he was being kept overnight. You were happy, and headed to bed and slept as usual, ready for your day of work the next day. Everything was normal after you finished your online work the next afternoon, so once you had finished, an idea poped into your l head. That man won't want to fix that fence after being in the hospital, you have some tools, why not give it a try yourself. You grabbed your little tool box and headed outside to the fence, closely followed by your little puppy keeping you company. It didn't seem to difficult, and you tried to put the wood back together and connect it, however, you may have bitten off more than you can chew. You were knelt down holding a tool when it slipped out of your hand into the other garden.

You tried to reached through to grab it, but it was just out of reach. When very surprisingly, a mans hand takes it and hands it to you. You look up, and see that it was the same man who you sent to the hospital, he was back, and he was ok. "This must be yours" "Oh! Hello" "Hi, are you ok there?" He asked as you stood up to talk to him properly. "Yeh yeh I'm fine, I was just trying to fix this fence" "That's very kind of you, but there's no need, I'll handle it" "Well I didn't want you to come home from the hospital and have to deal with this fence" ".....your her aren't you?" "Pardon?" "Your the neighbor the nurse told me about. She said my neighbour checked on me and called the ambulance. That's was you wasn't it?" "Yes, I'm your new neighbour. Oh I'm sorry, where are my manners. I'm Y/N, it's lovely to meet you" You hold out your hand and he happily shakes it. "Hi Y/N, my name's Cash" "Just Cash?" "Yeh, my full name is boring, I like to be called Cash" "That's fine with me. Are you feeling ok after coming home?" "Yeh I'm alright, just a little sore on my head that's all" "May I ask what happend?" "It's a long story" "Well, why don't I make us a coffee? It wild be nice to get to know my new neighbour" "That sounds nice"

You invited him over and made him a coffee, you both got on really well, he even made a cute little bond with your puppy. You told him how you found him that day, then he explained how he got into that position. Apparently he got into an alteration with his former work colleague Glen, he wanted to force him to do something and Cash didn't want too. So Glen hit him and left him in the garden, where you found him, and that's where the story ends and many more conversations occur between you and Cash. Many coffees were had between you both as a small coffee break turned into hours of non stop chatting and laughter, you both surprisingly got on like a house on fire. There was more similarities you shared with Cash that anyone you've met before, it was like two long lost friends finaly meeting for the first time. "So what's it like working as a police officer?" "It has its ups and downs, but it's a good job to keep you busy" "That's really nice" Your puppy starts pulling at your trouser leg and he has his lead in his mouth too. "Oh sorry Cash, it seems it's time for someones walk" "Ah that's ok, I'll leave you to get kn with your day. Thank you for the coffee, and of course, thank you for...this" He says pointing to his forhead with a very impressive bruise. "It's no problem Cash, anyone else would have done the same" "Not in this neighbourhood, you'd be suprised. I'll see you around"

He gave you a kind smile, headed back out to the garden and slipped back into his own through the fence, where he started fixing the part that was broken. You went about your day, walking your puppy, doing the dishes, washing clothes, the usual stuff. And you were quite happy sat down on the sofa during the evening, with your puppy asleep on your lap as you watch TV. And it just so happens, that Cash slipped into your mind, why was that? Was it because he was so nice and down to earth? Or was it that he was so sweet to you and your puppy?....his eyes were lovely though....they were a beautiful colour. Like a pale sapphire blue, so deep and so....illuminating....Snap out of it Y/N, yes he was a very attractive man, but he's your neighbour, and this is only the first day you've really met him. But...you had been talking for nearly 4 hours with no awkward silences or pauses, that wasn't something you'd expected from a stranger, well, not a stranger anymore. He told you all about his life and you did the same, you were almost friends at this point, but you brought yourself back into reality and decided to get to know him more before you called him a friend. And it turned out, you didn't need to try and make a bond, it was clear that it was wanted on both sides.

Over the next few weeks, you would bump into Cash as you either came back from the shops or were walking your puppy, and again, the conversation was always on point. You started hanging out on purpose sometimes too, with you inviting him over for dinner and him inviting you around for either the same or a film night. This even became a regular thing now, you'd chat and have a drink every couple of days, and on the weekend, you would have a film night, and cook dinner together. You even thought him how to cook at some points, he wasn't the best. But it was a really fun experience, especially when you were making fajitas one night and you were play fighting, resulting in him getting tomato sauce all over his shirt. You didnt mind, not even when he took his shirt off infront of you to grab another one....you can't say you didn't enjoy the view....Weeks turned into months, and you were now quite happy to say that Cash was your friend, and it was absolutely wonderful spending time with him.

One evening, Cash had come over your house to watch a film, and it was cold in your house. The heating company weren't able to put it on until tomorrow, and you had to wrap up in a blanket. "Your cold?" "Yes, arent you?" "Nah I'm fine" "Cash it's freezing in hear, how can you not be cold?" "I've always had a good tolerance for the cold, and I'm surprisingly warm a lot of the time. Hear, feel"

He takes your tiny hands in his, and it was like holding a radiator. "Ooooohh that's so nice. Your like a hot water bottle" He laughed at what you said, giving you a kind smile. "I'll tell you what, I'll keep you nice and warm for the rest of this film" He tapped the blanket in almost an asking way, and you accepted. You pull a corner away and he slipped under it too, giving you a cuddle and warming you up little by little, it was wonderful. "That's soooo much better, thanks Cash" "No worries, anything to help" The film continued and you felt lovely and warm in his arms.....and slightly more happier. His arms were so muscular and strong, you felt safe, and you couldn't deny it was extremely attractive. But one of the sweetest things was, during the film, he could feel your hands were still cold. So he gently took them into his and held them, making them feel warm too, my god this whole moment was amazing. Once the film ended, you reach over to turn off the TV, and once you do, you say "That was a great film Cash, and what did you think about that character.....Cash?" It was one of the sweetest things you had ever seen, Cash was fast asleep on your sofa, he looked so calm and relaxed. You thought this was so cute, and you didn't have the heart to wake him up, so instead, you slipped out of his arms and gently laid him down on your sofa, putting your blanket over him too. He looked massive on your sofa, but deep down you liked that about him, in more ways than one...But for now, he can sleep happily hear and you could head up to bed too, which you did, and withing mear minutes, you too were fast asleep.

When you came downstairs the next morning, he was still fast asleep on the sofa, but now it appeared he had company. Your puppy must have seen him this morning and slipped onto the sofa for snuggles, they were both so cute. You went and made two cups of coffee, and brought it into the living room to sit on the end of the sofa next to Cash. You put the cups down and gently rested your hand on his arm, moving him ever so slightly. "Cash?" You ask gently and quietly. "Cash, time to wake up" His sleepy voice was so deep and sexy, it almost hypnotized you. "Hmm? Time to what?" "Cash, it's morning" "Morning? How...wait, did I sleep hear last night?"

"Yeh, you fell alseep during the film. Hear, I've made you a coffee" He sits up and stretches out his arms, you could see a little of his muscle too when he did that, and that noise he made when he stretched, sublime. "Thank you" he said with a yawn. He took a sip of the coffee, and he smiled in suprise. "What's in this coffee?" "Oh, I added a little caramel coffee sweetener" "That's a really nice flavour, thank you" He offered to make breakfast as you were kind enough to let him stay the night, and you happily accepted. He was the king at breakfasts as you remember from previous mornings, it was a treat with him doing it in your home though.

After you both ate, you were sat on the sofa with your puppy, putting the world to rights, when Cash gets a call from his phone.

"Oh, I'm sorry Y/N it's Glen. I need to take this" "That's fine, you go ahead" He smiled and stood up to answer his phone, he walked into the hallway to talk with Glen, it sounded private, so you didn't listen. However, that's didn't mean that you couldn't hear the tone of his voice, and it sounded like he was worried, almost nervous. When he came back, that sweet smile was now replaced with a look of worry. "Cash? What's the matter?" "Nothing, it's...it's nothing" "Are you sure? You know you can talk to me if something is bothering you" "Y/N, I....no I'm sorry, I can't get into this right now. I'm sorry, I have to go" And within a few seconds, he was out of your house before you could say goodbye, what happend on that phone call that's spooked him like that? He didn't speak to you or come buy the house for about 3 days after that, you did text him and ask if he was ok, but there was no response, you were worried about him. One night as you were sleeping, you had a terrible dream, a dream about Cash. Your friends in the past always joked around that you could dream about a future events because that had happend many times with no explanation, and tonight felt like one of those dreams.

You were in this street you didn't recognise, just walking along, not knowing what was going on. When you hear a commotion in a parking area of someones garden, and you run over to see what's happening. It's there that you see Cash kneeling up from off the floor, with a woman and her child infront of him, and the woman was holding a gun.

He approached her, and she shot him! You screamed out his name, but for some reason your voice was completely silent. That's when you woke up in a frightful state, heart racing and sweat on your brow. Your little puppy was trying to comfort you, but that dream felt so real, was Cash ok? The next morning you weren't yourself, you felt really worried about Cash, and he still wasn't answering your texts, you hoped he was ok, and that you'd see him soon. You had just finished up your last email and sent it off, when you get a knock at the front door. You opened it and see Cash standing there in the door way, your body worked faster than your brain because before you could say anything, you hugged him, and he hugged you back just as tightly. "Cash where have you been? You haven't answered any of my texts, I was worried about you" "I know Y/N, I'm really sorry. Please can I come in? I need to talk to you about what's been going on"

"Of course, come on in" You both take a seat on the sofa in the living room, and Cash looks really on edge, you instinctively hold his hand, and he ever so slightly feels a little less tense.

"I didn't want to tell you about this before Y/N, but I need to come clean about this" "Cash what is it?" "....You know my former police partner Glen?" "Yes" "Well, the last day I was around hear, he called me, and....he tried to get me to do something. You see he's got this secret client I didn't know about, and he owes him a lot of money, money he doesn't have" "Ok, so what did he try to get it off you?" "No...much worse...he invited me over to discuss a plan that may be dangerous. That's why I had to leave so quickly, I had no idea what he was up to, and if I know Glen, it was going to be very bad" "So what happened?" "I arrived at his place, and he drove me to a remote and run down old house that was all boarded up, and he said this is where we're going to hold a deal. I asked him what deal? He said I needed to kidnap a little girl! And hold her hostage in this house in order to get money from her mother who is in charge of the national banking system" "Oh my god, what?!" "I know! I refused out right, but he threatened me. He said if I don't do this I'll loose my job and go to prison. I've stayed away from him and anyone else for days because I've been so worried about what will happen. I don't want to kidnap anyone! Let alone an innocent little girl! Y/N I don't know what to do, I don't want anything bad to happen"

"Hey hey it's ok, I can see that you don't want to do that, and you told him you wouldn't, you should be proud about that. But there is a child and mother out there who will potentially be in danger, we need to go to the chief of police about this" "But they might say that I'm responsible for this situation too for not coming clean about it right from the start" "Cash, Glen threatened you, and you still said no. And you didn't kidnap this girl, so it will be ok" "But he said if I don't do it, he will" "And that's why we need to contact the person in charge, ok? Trust me on this" He breathes out a big breath, almost like he didn't realise he had been holding it in, and you give his hand a gentle squeeze. "Your right, I know your right.....ok, should I call the chief?" "I think it's better to go in and see him, and bring with you any evidence of the truth with you too, your going to need it" You both drove to his police station, and had an emergency meeting with the chief of police, where he was very understanding and knew that Cash wasn't in trouble, having come forward and told the truth. "And where did you say Glen was going to take this little girl Cash?" "To this address sir" Cash said pointing to an area in a small map. "Alright, so what we'll do-" The chief is suddenly cut off by an officer barging in. "Chief! We have a report about a little girl who has been kidnapped, her mother is Rachel McKenzie, the child name is Hannah" "Chief, that's the girl! Glen's got her!"

"Alright everyone, let's get this girl back" Everyone including you drive to this area, you and Cash went in his personal car as the officers followed the directions to the address. Once they arrived, you and Cash got out with the officers and suddenly....this is where something struck you....this was the house from your dream....the house where Cash was shot! You grab Cash's hand and stopped him going any closer. "What's wromg" "Cash, I'm begging you, please don't go any closer. Please just stay hear with me" "Ok ok...I won't go any closer" He gives you a comforting hug, he can see how scared you are, and he stays with you by the police cars. The chief and the other officers demand Glen brings out Hannah, he very slowly does that, and Hannah runs towards the closest officer. "Your under arrest Glen" "I'm not going to prison!" He shouts right before he pulls out a gun, he tries to aim it at Cash, but he is shot down before he can even shoot a bullet. It scared the life out of you, not only because Glen just tried to shoot Cash, but because Glen died in the exact same position as Cash did in your dream. "Cash? Your relieved for the next few days, you did good coming to us and helping to save this girl. I'll see you back in work on Monday" "Thank you sir, come on Y/N, I'll take you home" Cash took you back to his car and drove you back to your house, holding your hand to help you feel safer after what had just happend.

Time went quite slow back at your house, Cash was kind enough to cook you dinner as you sat on the sofa, but you felt frozen. You saw someone die today, being shot right infront of you, and that's something you had no idea that would affect you so much. The worst part was, that it could have been Cash, and that kept running around and around in your mind. You were sat like a statue on the sofa, and Cash saw this, he didn't want you to suffer this on your own, it was a situation he brought you into, and the last thing he wanted was for you to be upset by this. Your swirling thoughts suddenly stopped when you felt Cash take your hand. "Y/N?" "Hmm? Did you say something?" "Y/N you were zoned out, you were sat like that for god knows how long. Are you ok?" "I....I don't know Cash.....everything that happend today, it....it was difficult to go through" "I understand, and I'm sorry you saw all of this, and Glen-oh god you saw Glen's death didn't you?" He thought you were looking away at the time, but now he realises why your like this, so he takes you into his arms for a cuddle, hoping it will help ease any pain or worry you were feeling. "Y/N I am so sorry you saw that, I didn't think you were watching" "It's fine Cash....it wasn't just Glen's death that's getting to me" Then what is it?" "The other night, I had this really bad dream...it involved you" "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Cash I dreamt about that exact house! And instead of Glen getting shot...it was you" "What? But how? You didn't even know about that place or the situation before I told you" "I know that, but I still dreamt it, and it was you getting shot by what seems like the mother of that little girl. Its almost like I didn't have a dream exactly, more like a-" "Like a vision of what could have happend if I'd had gone through with it" "Yes! It terrified me dreaming that Cash, I had been so worried about you for days when you didn't text me back...and I....god i just really missed you" "Oh god Y/N I'm so so sorry, really I am" He continued to give you warm and comforting cuddles as he helped you through everything you thought over those last few days, and you were just happy in the knowledge that Cash was safe, the little girl is back home with her mother, and Glen isn't going to manipulate Cash anymore. Cash was so sweet and kind to you the whole night, even offering to take your puppy for a walk so you didn't have too. You asked if he could stay with you tonight and he happily accepted, he didn't want you to be on your own either. You made up a spare room for him, and the night you both sat on the sofa, cuddled up again and watched a funny stand up show on Netflix together. It was about 9 o'clock now, and you were still in Cash's arms watching TV, when you could feel his hand move down and interlock his fingers in with yours.

He was so gentle and protective of you, and being in physical contact with him made your heart melt. The thought of loosing him today really put your true feelings into perspective, watching the TV, you suddenly feel Cash kiss the top of your head, it was so sweet. You repositioned yourself so you were now looking up at him, and you say "You missed" "What do you mean?" "I mean...you missed..." Your hand gently stroked along his cheek and jaw line, making his eyes flutter shut at the feel of you. He then looked right into your eyes as you pull his face closer, and press your lips against his. They were so soft, so warm, and he kissed you back with the same want and desire as you had craved all this time. His arms held you closer as your hand cupped his face, having an incredibly sensual makeout session, his kiss was addictive and absolutely incredible. You even run your fingers through his soft fluffy white hair during this, it made him smile against your lips and envy slip in some tounge, my god you were melting in his touch. The kiss broke after a about a minute or so, but you both still lingered, just hovering your lips against eachother, not wanting it to end. "Cash..." "Too long....I waited to long to kiss you" His thumb ran along your bottom lip, and he was about to kiss you again, when your puppy jumped up on you and Cash, getting right in between you. It made you and Cash laugh as your puppy just wanted to play with you both, it may have stoped the moment, but it was a cute way to do it. "It seems someone wants you all to themselves Y/N" "It definitely seems that way. Listen Cash, this kiss.... I've wanted it for a long time too" "You have?" "Yes, and I want to do this right, I'm not the kind of woman who must jumps into bed with-" "Oh I didn't think you were like that at all" "But I really want to see where this goes. I really care about you, and I want to do this right" "I feel the same way, in fact, I would like to take you out for a date. What do you say?" "I'd love to Cash" "I know we may have gone the opposite way from the date, usually the kiss happens after going out, not before" "Yeh your right, but that doesn't matter. So....if I give this little guy a treat to chew on..." "Yes...." "Maybe you could kiss me like you just did again?" "Oh Y/N, I'm going to kiss you like there's no tomorow....."

#thomas ian griffith #sensei targaryen #cash x reader #cash

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⭐️ can I ask about the teachers AU… so any little bits you wanna tell us 🥰🥰

So while of course we already know that the whole student body is actively rooting for Benedict and Sophie to get together, Benophie's OG shipper in this AU is actually Hugh Woodson.

For the longest time Posy had been determined to play matchmaker for her step-sister, considering that it was all thanks to Sophie that she and Hugh had met in the first place (even though Sophie very modestly dismisses taking the credit). All she wanted was to help her sister find someone who would make Sophie as happy as Hugh made her, which is why Posy was always asking her boyfriend to keep an eye out for anyone he might consider a perfect match for Sophie.

Hugh made friends wherever he went but despite the many friendships he formed and acquaintances he made, there was always something not quite good enough about any guy Hugh might even consider as a prospective date for Sophie. The woman who had become like a sister to him deserved nothing but the best and he wasn't going to humour matchmaking anyone with Sophie who wasn't absolutely perfect for her.

He had started working at Sacred Heart shortly after graduating and as always he befriended everyone he met almost immediately, including Benedict. The English teacher was always pleasant to be around, the pair of them regularly hanging out during their lunch hour or going for a drink with some of the other members of staff after work. However Hugh didn't consider Benedict as a prospective partner for Sophie because for the first couple of years of working together Benedict was seeing someone. It wasn't until that relationship came to an end and Benedict was lamenting about wanting more out of a partner, having grown bored of casual dating and longing for an actual taste of love that it suddenly occurred to Hugh that Benedict Bridgerton was the type of guy he saw Sophie with. He was a passionate educator, a great listener, thoughtful and attentive, witty and bright; and Hugh couldn't think of one good reason why he shouldn't try setting him up with Sophie.

At the time Sophie was living up north on a one year placement so Hugh had to hold off from trying to play matchmaker for several months until Sophie moved in with him and Posy after securing a job as the new Food Tech teacher at Sacred Heart. Following her interview she mentioned to Hugh that she had walked past a classroom and thought that the guy teaching English was incredibly attractive. When Hugh asked her to describe them, he had to school his reaction as he gleefully realised that the English teacher Sophie was drawn to was in fact the same guy Hugh had been waiting to set her up with.

He met up for a drink with Benedict one night and broached the subject of him going on a date with his girlfriend's step-sister; however Benedict politely turned the offer down, saying he just wanted to take a break from dating altogether for the time being, but thanked Hugh for thinking of him. Though disappointed, Hugh was understanding. He hadn't mentioned to either Sophie or Posy of his attempt to set the former up on a date, not wanting to leave them disappointed, nor had he mentioned to Benedict that the new Food Tech teacher was who he had intended to set him up with in order to avoid any awkwardness when Sophie started. Still, as Sophie was now going to be working at the school, she and Benedict could get to know each other outside of the restraints of a blind date, and Hugh still had faith that they'd be perfect for each other.

He was of course delighted to see how immediately close the pair became at the beginning of the school year and he was sure it was only a matter of time before Benedict asked Sophie out - which is why Hugh, along with Posy and Sophie were all left confused when Benedict didn't. Hugh had even suggested to Sophie that he could give Benedict a nudge but Sophie told him explicitly not to - she didn't want to make Benedict feel awkward or pressured if he wasn't actually into her, and she didn't want to come across as pathetic or desperate to have Hugh trying to sell her and hype her up to him. While he could see where she was coming from and respectfully followed her request not to say or do anything, he still felt frustrated for Sophie whenever she came home sad and disappointed and vented to them about Benedict's lack of reciprocation for any of her flirting. On a few occasions it was on the tip of his tongue to turn around to Benedict and bluntly ask why he didn't just ask Sophie out, but again he had to respect Sophie wanting to handle the situation herself - and of course, he had absolutely no idea that the actual reason why Benedict had never made a move on Sophie was because he was under the very false impression that she was in a relationship with Hugh.

#asks #teachers au #hugh woodson

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the-blind-assassin-12 · 1 year

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Hello, friend.

You know I'm gonna ask for a 🥰

And I'm in my Javi G feels (surprise surprise) so I'm going there.

Hello, friend!! Thanks for dropping in and playing!! I hope you’re having a lovely weekend so far!

And, you can’t have “we do soft here” as your tagline and then go asking for angsty HCs. Well, actually, you can because you’re a grown adult person who can do whatever the fuck they want - especially here on the tumble - but you’re right, it was not a surprise to see that you wanted a sweet take on the sweetest man to ever be involuntarily associated with a life of crime.

A romantic HC for Javi Gutierrez: When it’s his turn to pick what to eat on date night, his go to (unless it’s a special occasion) is sloppy joes.

Now, I know this may seem like a strange choice, but hear me out.

Javi has lived a life of extreme luxury. Name a delicacy and he’s tried it. He’s eaten at several Michelin star restaurants. His palate is so damn refined. He wines and dines with the best of them, and loves when he gets to take you to fancy or exciting places, because even though they’re old hat to him in a way, he gets very excited to see you experience a place or taste a dish that you never have before. And it’s not at all about being flashy with money or flaunting his wealth, it’s genuinely about giving you new experiences and sharing his world with you.

But just because he’s a billionaire and has tried some of the most extravagant and luscious and sophisticated food there is doesn’t mean that he doesn’t also like cheap food when it tastes good.

He first heard about sloppy joes when he was still with Gabriela. The name of the dish intrigued him and made him laugh, and when he was told that they’re actually quite tasty, he just had to try one. When he made the suggestion to Gabriela though, that they have them for dinner one night (Javi even offered to cook, which honestly could have gone terribly… for the surfaces in the kitchen, anyway) she said she didn’t want to eat something that was called “sloppy”. Always one to try to please his partner, he dropped the pursuit of the sloppy joe.

Until he met you.

Because you never scoff at his ideas or dismiss the things he tells you he wants to do or try. You never expect things to be a certain way just because of what his last name is or how many (so many) zeros trail the number in his bank account. You understand how curious and adventurous he is, and you support and encourage those parts of him. You love him for those traits. And he knows that.

That being said, you did chuckle a little the first time he brought up sloppy joes for dinner. You didn’t say no, though, and when he asked what was funny, you shook your head and smiled. “It’s not funny, Javi it’s just… unexpected.” And then you kissed him and explained why it was unexpected, telling him that the name of the sandwich is literal, and that there’s no graceful way to eat them.

“So the sauce is very messy?” He asked, one eyebrow quirked high enough to disappear beneath the curls that fell over his forehead.

You told him it was.

Nodding slowly, his eyes started to shine and a grin started spreading over his lips. “It gets on your fingers?” He picked up your hand and twined it with his much larger one.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, tongue flicking out to wet your lips. “And on your face.”

He pulled you closer by your joined hands to nuzzle against your cheek before leaving a quick kiss there. “And what about your shirt? Your clothing? Does it leave stains?”

Still holding your hand, he let his free fingers slip under the hem of your shirt to skate over the skin of your stomach. The contact made you sigh around a smile, a sound that he absolutely cherished. You confirmed that yes, the sauce stained everything.

“Well then I am sure it will taste delicious on your fingers.” He brought your hand to his lips and pressed them to the tip of your index finger. “And on your lips, too,” he murmured before kissing the corner of your mouth. Grasping the fabric of your shirt, he dropped his voice and leaned in to speak directly into your ear. “And if anything gets messy? We will just have to take it off and put it in the laundry.”

When he put it that way, you were convinced that sloppy joes were in fact the perfect date night dinner.

#thanks Adira!!#thanks for playing!#HC ask game #hc asks #headcanon game #head canon game #Javi Gutierrez HC #a romantic HC #Javi likes sloppy joes because he likes to smooch sauce from your face

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browneyes-issac · 2 years

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Memphis pt 1 - the backstory.

Frankie Morales x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N never knew she needed someone to save her from her past until she met Frankie Morales on a sunny day in Memphis, TN.

Warnings: Not very descriptive use of drugs.

Word count: 687

AN: Ok so this is my first fic I'm writing.. So bare with me.. 🙈💞 it's probably gonna be all over the place.. Cause that's how I talk and explain in general.. 🤣🙈 I posted it privately last night while trying to save it to drafts, sooo that is why it says it was posted hours ago.. 😆🙈

Frankie is one of my main comfort characters out of the Pedro boys and I've been to to Memphis, TN once and really wanna go back so I chose that as the town. Also this is kinda a therapeutic story. Some stuff happened today ( yesterday now because I'm posting it the day after lol) and I had an idea of Frankie coming to the rescue. 🥰 I'm gonna do parts, idk how many yet but this first one is gonna be some back story of our main lady and some about Frankie. 🤗 also, idk what town to pick for her home town and Frankie's, so you may pick it as you read, I'm gonna be very basic with description.

Thank you x infinity @stxrrylunatic for reading this over for me and encouraging me to start writing! 💞🥰😘

Y/N hated her hometown but still loved parts of it. She hated the good memories that have turned to bad ones after having to cut off people and the memories of them after things didn't work out. But the good memories were still there, there was a good size handful of them but as time went by she just kept seeing the memories of those people around town.

So she made a pact with herself at young age that as soon as she got a job she would start saving money to move out of the state once there was enough money saved.

The day has come when she is 23. Has her dream car (a 2014 Navy blue Impala), all she needs is what is in that car; the necessary items, the things that bring her comfort, a lotttt of cds, and food & water of course. Today she is going to drive to Memphis, TN to start her new life, has a small apartment and job at a vintage store ready for her once she settles in.

Her parents are sad to see her go, but are over the moon happy for her that she is doing something for herself and getting a fresh start on life.

The drive is about 20 hours. The trip went amazing, nothing troubled her at all, she gets to Memphis around 10 am. So perfect time for breakfast! There is an amazing restaurant call Ms Polly's on Beal Street that she heard amazing things about from her friend that went there.

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Frankie has been living in Memphis since Colombia. Santi said that it would be perfect for him after his ex kicks him out when he gets back from Colombia, since he didn't come back with anything. She said that it was the only way he was gonna be able to still see their daughter. He was already on thin ice after relapsing after getting layed off from his long time job. He just couldn't take it anymore and had to have a taste of that bliss.

As soon as Santi found out he put him in the best rehab he knew of in town.

Frankie did so fantastic there! 🤗💞

He decided he needed to get a fresh start in a new town. An old friend told him that Memphis is a gorgeous place to live, so he looks into and decides to move there.

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Frankie decided to go check out Ms Polly's for breakfast after running some early morning errands.

He wasn't looking where he was walking.. All of a sudden he bumped into someone.

" My god.. " he thought to himself taking this gorgeous woman in. " Oh my goodness!! I'm so sorry I wasn't even paying attention to where I was going, are you alright? " he said nervously to Y/N while rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

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Y/N was starving so she was tunnel vision walking to the restaurant, not paying attention to any surroundings.

Next thing she knows she's bumping into someone..

" My god... " she thought to herself taking in this handsome gorgeous man. " I am so so so sorry sir. I swear I need a seeing eye dog or something because I'm always zoning out on where I'm going when it comes to food. " she says while blushing and thinking " why am I rambling so much, he probably thinks I'm crazy. "

Frankie laughs at what she said and has the brightest smile on his face.

Y/N thinks to herself, " oh my goodness, how is he so adorable?? That laugh and smileeee! "

" Do you - " both say at the same time. " you were saying? " Frankie asks while thinking " she is so gorgeous, and that shy rambling.. So cute. "

" I was going to ask if you wanted to share a table for breakfast? If not it's totally ok, I just wanted to offer it's the least I could d- " Y/N said before Frankie interrupts her..

" I would love to. " he says to her with the biggest cutest smile on his face, while once again rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

The end! For now... 👀💞🤗

I hope you liked this little intro to these two! I can't wait to explore the rest of the journey! 🤗

Np tags: @supernaturalgirl20 @prolix-yuy @heythere-mel @guess-my-next-obsession

Don't have read, just tagging some of my favorite writers on here that I think might be interested. 💞

If you would like to be added to the tag list when I decided put new parts out, just shot me an ask ( I'm pretty sure I set it up correctly,lol. ) or DM. 🤗

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#My first fic #Pedro Pascal #Frankie Morales #Frankie Morales x fem! reader #Frankie x Y/N

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MLWTBB: Master and Commander

Part 11 of the “My Life With The Bad Batch” series, a (mostly) canon compliant self-insert story set in “The Bad Batch”

rated: T warnings: descriptions of food and eating, implied self-harm, gun violence relationships: Hunter/self-insert, Omega & self-insert (adopted siblings), The Bad Batch & self-insert chapter word count: 1900+ words

✨MLWTBB masterlist✨

summary: when Hannah’s already hectic life becomes almost too much to bear, Master Gildish gifts her a new companion to help ease the burdens, as well as give Hannah a new friend to live with. however, the Bad Batch are not so thrilled with Hannah’s new robotic ally, which causes major tension in Hannah’s relationship with Echo and Hunter.

notes: I made myself cry again with this one haha. I have no problem admitting a lot of my inspiration for Clank came from the movie “Short Circuit”. my love of robot characters in general is because of that movie, so I guess Clank (and Buddy and Gildish) is my little love letter to it (and all equally lovable robot characters, like Wall-E, the Iron Giant, and of course, the other droids in SW, just to name a few) 🥰

also, if you squint and look, this particular chapter was greatly influenced by a specific episode of The New Adventures of Winnie the Pooh; that’s all I’ll say 😜

A/N: this story has not been proofread by anyone other than myself. so apologies for any uncaught errors 😬

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Chapter 9: Just A Dumb Droid

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It was a sad time. The gloomy, cloud-filled skies of Ord Mantell made the already unpleasant atmosphere even more off-putting. Despite being in the early afternoon, the streets were dark and had a sense of despondency that would make even the most hardened individual uncomfortable. For some, that would manifest as fear or dread. But for others, it would simply put them in a downcast mood.

Clank was already in that place. His long, snout-like head hadn’t lifted since leaving Cid’s Parlor, and his flat, cone-shaped hat drooped over his round black eyes, casting a dismal shadow across them. Had anyone wandering the streets known he was a Battle Droid, perhaps they would’ve been intimidated by his shadowed appearance. But he kept the cloth that had been fashioned into a cloak wrapped tightly around his body, if only to give himself some sort of comfort. He honestly didn’t care if anyone recognized him, despite Hannah’s warnings.

It all made sense now why she wanted him hidden in the first place. He was a killer, after all.

The market was still fairly busy at that time of day, which made it easier for Clank to blend in with the crowd. He wasn’t actively looking for trouble, but with everything Hannah had warned him about, it was only a matter of time before some sort of trouble found him first.

“I’d deserve it,” he told himself after questioning if someone might attack him on the street.

How many of these people would try to kill him once they found out what he was? The only thing keeping him from finding out was pure fear. The aggressive looks he’d gotten from the Clones were enough to terrify him into keeping his identity hidden. For now, at least.

A small gust blew past and rustled his cloak, which he still clung to protectively. His other hand grabbed the rim of his large hat to keep it from blowing away, and he gave a low sigh once it had passed.

“What am I even doing out here?” he questioned himself.

But he already knew the answer. He had nowhere else to go. The only other place he thought of going was back to Master Gildish’s workshop, but he had no idea of how to even get there.

Maybe someone would be kind enough to give him directions. Not that he deserved their kindness. But it was still worth asking, if only so he wasn’t bothering anyone else wandering the streets with him.

“Excuse me,” Clank said after coming up to one of the stalls.

The stall-owner turned around and greeted Clank with a smile. Clank recognized them immediately from the day before. “Oh, hello again!” they cheerfully replied. “How’s that hat treating you?”

“Oh, uhh, fine! Great, actually! No problems with it so far!”

“Well that’s wonderful to hear. I knew that one would be a perfect fit for you.”

“It certainly does fit me perfectly!” Clank adjusted the hat for emphasis.

“You know,” the stall-owner said as they placed a few stray hats on a rack. “I have to thank you, honestly.”

“For what?” Clank asked, curiously cocking his head.

“I don’t often get a lot of business, much less business as pleasant as you are. It really was a breath of fresh air working with you yesterday. I’ve never had anyone so enthusiastic as you come ‘round here!”

Clank turned a bit sheepish and grabbed the back of his long neck shyly. “Aww... well you were very helpful, so thank you too!”

“Oh, it was my pleasure.” The stall-owner gave Clank a cheerful smile, which only made him turn more bashful. “You let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you, ok?”

“Ok!” A few seconds of silence went by before Clank remembered why he was there in the first place. “Oh, by the way, do you know the way to Master Gildish’s workshop?”

“Ol’ Gildish? Yeah, he’s a ways down from here.”

The stall-owner gave Clank directions to the workshop, and Clank kindly thanked them for their help before making his way in that direction.

“What a nice person,” Clank thought to himself as he walked. “It’s too bad I probably would’ve killed them during the war...”

Despite the nice interaction, Clank’s thoughts still lingered on his own transgressions of the past. How could anyone be so kind to something that was created for destruction? Granted, they didn’t know what he truly was under that hat they’d given him. And if they did, would they still have been so kind? So what if he had been friendly to them first? He was only that way because Master Gildish had wiped his original programming... right?

Something suddenly bumped Clank in the foot as he was walking, and it knocked him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see a small round object lying next to his foot.

“Oops! Sorry!” A shrill voice called out to him. Clank turned to see a young girl, even smaller than Omega, meekly standing off the side of the street. Several other children were gathered near her, equally sheepish. Their clothes were quite dirty, which wasn’t surprising considering the filthy state of the streets.

After staring at the orb for a moment, Clank bent down and picked it up. He gave it a good look over to make sure it wasn’t damaged, then called back to the girl, “no problem! Here ya go!”, as he held out the orb in her direction.

The girl seemed a bit nervous at first, but after some encouragement from the other children, she walked over to Clank and enthusiastically took the orb from his hands. “Thanks, mister!” she said, staring up at him with a grateful smile.

“Happy to help!” Clank gave her a small salute, and the girl giggled before skipping back to the other children, who waved at Clank as he walked away from them.

“Such sweet children,” Clank internally mused as he heard the sounds of the children laughing behind him. “I’m sure I would’ve tried killing them during the war too...”

The more Clank thought about the war, the more he wondered exactly what his purpose was back then. He knew he was a Commander, but of what? Other droids? And what were his commands? For all he knew, his sole purpose was to kill anything and anyone that stood in his way. That’s what the Clones had indicated to him anyway.

Was that really his sole purpose? To kill? To destroy?

What else could he do?

Some rustling in a nearby alley suddenly drew Clank’s attention. At first, he thought it was a person getting ready to pop out and attack him. He instinctively pulled his cloak tighter against his body and took a defensive position. Nothing was coming out of the alley, although there did seem to be some movement around a stack of crates.

Upon closer inspection, Clank discovered a few rodent-like creatures rummaging through the crates. One of them had a piece of rotted food in its mouth, and Clank let out a sigh of relief.

“Boy, you really gave me a scare there, little guy!” he said to the creature.

The little rodent stared at Clank curiously for a moment, its tiny pink and brown nose twitching. Then it scurried off the crate and into a dark corner with its mouth still full of food.

Then Clank heard some soft squeaking noises coming from one of the other crates. Another rodent creature was perched at the edge and frantically wiggling around, like it was anxious about something. Clank watched it for a moment and saw that it kept peeking inside the crate, so he did the same.

To his surprise, another rodent creature was lying in the crate, unmoving, but shivering like mad. Claw marks lined the sides of the crate, like something had been trying to get out.

“Aww, you poor thing,” Clank said as he peered down at the shivering creature.

Very gently, Clank reached into the crate and cupped his hands around the little rodent. It continued to shiver as he pulled it out, while the one perched on the edge was squeaking like crazy at him.

“Don’t worry,” Clank reassured the anxious one. “I’m just helping your friend get free. See?”

With that, he unfurled his hands to reveal the shivering creature to the other, who began squeaking more at the sight of it. Clank very gently sat the creature down on another nearby crate that was shut, and the squeaking rodent hopped over to greet its friend excitedly. Although still a bit shaken, the newly freed rodent hobbled onto its feet to give the other a few sniffs before the two rodents curled around each other with happy squeaks.

“Awwww,” Clank cooed at the sight of them. “Glad you’re together again! Stay safe, little guys!” He gave the rodents a salute, then headed back out into the street again, listening happily to the contented squeaks behind him.

“I wonder if even those little guys wouldn’t have survived the war,” Clank pondered to himself. “Probably not, considering how terrible I was...”

Clank had fully convinced himself by then that there was no hope for him. The war was over, and he no longer had a purpose. What does one do after no longer serving the purpose they were created for?

Hannah knew. She had told him already. “You’re really not much different from the Clones,” she’d said to him the day before. Clank asked what she meant by that, and she very plainly said both he and the Clones were created for war purposes. “Forced soldiers”, she’d called them, made to fight in a war they had no real opinion of. And now, that war didn’t even exist anymore.

The Clones had been able to find a new purpose for themselves, so why shouldn’t Clank be any different?

The words of the pale Clone with a scomp arm began to fill Clank’s memory now, like a holovid changing from one scene to the next. “Nothing will change the fact that that droid was a killer.” A “dumb droid”, he’d called him. And that’s really all he was. He’d messed things up with Hannah’s family, like the dumb droid he was.

Hannah didn’t need him. She had her family to take care of her, after all.

And if Hannah didn’t need him... did anyone really need him?

It wasn’t that far to Master Gildish’s workshop by then. But Clank didn’t feel a need to go there anymore. What good would it do? All he would do is be a bother, a nuisance, a “dumb droid”.

So instead, Clank meandered off the beaten path into another dark alley. Garbage littered the ground, and a few of the rodent creatures scurried away as he approached. A crate just big enough for him to sit on sat in the darkest and dankest corner of the alley. With a heavy sigh, Clank sat down on the crate, letting his hat droop over his face solemnly.

“I won’t bother anyone here,” he said to himself in a sluggish tone. “I just hope... Master Hannah... will be happy again...”

The alley went quiet, save for the soft rustling of the rodents in the garbage. A gentle wind blew through and rustled the cloak wrapped around Clank’s body. But he didn’t move. Clank’s body now sat motionless, like a statue positioned on one of the crates.

Like a soldier with no war to fight in and no purpose in life.

[next chapter]

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #self-insert #selfshipping #if anyone knows the episode I'm referencing I'll write you anything you want #and no Ham this doesn't include you LOL #star warz #my storiez

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