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rewh0re · 11 months

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─CUPID HIT ME WITH PRECISION ; ITOSHI RIN

-PURE FLUFF, 1.7k, enemies to lovers (more like harmless rivalry turned love), silly confessions, i ACTUALLY poured my whole being into this omg. I did proofread but if any mistake skipped my eye, forgive me:)

Rin liking you? Yea sure. As if you'd believe that.

Itoshi Rin was the absolute bane of your existence.

He was like some nasty weed growing in your otherwise perfect garden making the whole place just not very perfect.

Your friends would look at you, all bewildered and stunned as to how can someone despise the very lovable, the very endearing, the very handsome Itoshi Rin. All he actually ever did was mind his own damn business, didn't poke his nose into anyone's affair and just liked to keep to himself.

But you, you knew him. You knew him and his tendencies to criticise every living being on the planet for even breathing. His perfect facade lasted only so long until you actually talked to him. That is why most people liked him so, because he never actually talked to them.

You were assigned a project with him where you had to interview a certain group of people, and you could bet on your whole life that you had never come across someone as non cooperative as Rin. He kept flaking off due to "football practices." And he argued whenever he got the chance. He argued over the colours, the font, the whole project in general.

When the project was done and dusted and you thought 'oh, good riddance' he barged in again pointing out the little knick knacks about you.

He had friends, few in number but just as annoying by association or otherwise because why else would Isagi and Bachira just barge into your class during lunch and tell you that Itoshi Rin liked you.

"ITOSHI RIN LIKES WHO!?" your best friend quite literally dropped the wrap she was eating as the earth breaking, ground shattering news reached her ears.

Suddenly, your whole class stared at the source of the brand new, very juicy information in silence before breaking into whispers of shock and excitement.

You stared at the two peas for brains with your face twisted in disbelief because no, Rin is not physically or mentally capable of liking anybody. You out of all people? No chance.

"He likes you, y/n! You need to date him!" Isagi shook your frozen self as if trying to bring you back to earth.

"Ok first of all, calm down, everyone is staring and I don't like the whispers which are very audible by the way," you raised your voice towards the end of the sentence as you looked at the people in your class. They went back to their work in an instant.

"Second, good joke lol," you patted Isagi’s shoulder and resumed eating your lunch.

"It's not a joke, he likes you," Bachira announces, face pink with excitement,a wide grin on his face.

Before you could respond with probably something witty or disdainful about Rin, the bell rang and the boys scampered off to their class.

However much you wanted your life to be normal after that, it wasn't. There were whispers in the halls and they followed you everywhere you went. Whoever said that rumours spread like wildfire, was right. Especially in a high school where gossip hungry teenagers exist.

You passed by Rin several times after that, each time he'd look like he wanted to talk to you but said absolutely nothing. You did have maybe a few eye contacts and maybe just maybe you wondered what it would be like to date Rin, to hold his hand in yours and share kisses only to break out in hushed giggles afterwards. But you shook the thoughts away before they took over you completely.

"Can I talk to you?" You screamed as you felt a presence behind you. Slamming your locker shut, you turned around and hit the perpetrator who scared the actual living shit out of you.

"Don't scream, are you crazy?" Rin rubbed his shoulder which probably had become a little sore due to the impact of the hit.

"You snuck up on me!" You jabbed his chest.

"You hit me!" He rolled his eyes. God he was infuriating.

"You-" you started but were rudely interrupted instead.

"Yeah I know I'm annoying. You've mentioned. Now, back to my question. Can we talk?"

You stared at the towering boy suspiciously, "about what?"

"Follow me," with that he began walking, hands in his pocket and grandeur exuding from his stature.

"Hey!" He never answered your call leaving you no scope but to follow the boy in lead.

He had long legs which meant you were quite some paces behind him screaming at him to walk slower, garnering stares and laughs from certain students. He never listened. He kept going until you reached your school field. As academic classes were going to start, it was fairly empty, leaving behind a few pigeons and crows. The field was lined with some flowering trees, petals from which were scattered on the ground. Rin leaned on one of the barks and looked at you, in all your panting state, with his lazy eyes.

And then something happened. Such a once in a blue moon occurrence it was that you couldn't quite process it. You could swear you saw his lips turn upwards to form what was maybe a smile and you heard what could be the word cute. You probably were hallucinating from the speedwalking you had to go through to catch up with him.

"What did you just call me?" You asked for confirmation.

"I called you cute," he confirmed.

You didn't quite know how to reciprocate to that. It was new, it was rare but somehow, it was welcomed.

"So, I'm pretty sure that those idiots told you something about me? You know, with all the rumours?" And suddenly you noticed his hands. His fingers fidgeting with each other, his eyes cast upon the ground.

"Which idiots?" He spared you a momentary glance which said not to play with him right now. You smiled at his slight annoyance. A win is a win.

"Bachira and Isagi. They told you I liked you," he sighed as he rubbed his hand across his face and looked away.

"Yeah they did and I didn't believe them," you simply shrugged.

"Look, I'm not very experienced in the matter of love and relationships. I've never really felt any kind of strong feeling for anyone, especially love. It's very foreign to me," he gulped, eyes still on the ground.

"I know I was mean to you but I didn't know how else to approach you because honestly, I suck at small talk or deep talk or any kind of talk at all. I'm sorry I was not the kindest to you, I'm sorry I didn't show you that I hold feelings for you which at this point might be a little more than a crush. I'm sorry you had to hear this from those two absolutely stupid idiots before hearing it from me. Yeah, y/n, I like you. Quite a bit actually," he finished and by now your jaw was on the ground because why was Rin being a normal actually nice human being? You don't know how long you stood like that with your mouth open and eyes wide but somewhere a crow cawed and you returned back to the land of living.

"That was an apology," you stated.

"Kind of. Yeah, I guess," he folded his arms now and looked at you. There was pink on his cheeks.

"And definitely a confession," he pointed out, rubbing his neck.

"And definitely a confession," you hated yourself for the butterflies that fluttered inside you at the thought.

"Since when are you so....I don't know, not awful?" You spoke in a haze. You've gotten confessions, but one from who you thought was your archnemesis was bound to leave you kind of speechless.

He scrunched his eyebrows, lips forming a pout, "I'm not awful."

"No, now that I think of it, you're not really," you let out a soft giggle.

Rin might have been the bane of your existence at some point but somewhere along the path, you had stopped associating him with weeds and somehow associated him with flowers blooming in the gardens. He had pointed out your little knick knacks but he had also stood up for you once when you got into an argument with a batchmate. He had shared homework with you, taking out time to explain each problem to you when you specifically asked him not to, even when you were clearly suffering and desperately needed it. He had once put a bandaid on your knee muttering how careless you are. Rin was insufferable once but at some point you couldn't really go without initiating any type of contact with the boy. Rin was insufferable but he had never, ever crossed the line.

"So? Do I get an answer today or will you make me wait?" Under all his facade of being unbothered, he was so nervous. So damn nervous.

"You're not too bad," you smiled at him, poking your cheek with your tongue.

"Is that a yes or a no," he came close to you, grabbing you by the hand. He looked at your intertwined hands and then in your eyes.

"You never asked me a yes or a no question Rin," you maintained your smile as you stared at him.

"Go out with me? Yes or no," All his nervousness left his body somehow, as he became more confident and direct. It was torture enough to have hid the fact from you for so long. He wanted an answer.

You kissed his cheek softly, letting your lips hover over them as you pecked him again before you started walking away, grinning at him widely. Your hands were behind you as you feigned your innocence.

"We'll be so late for class and it will all be your fault, Itoshi Rin," Oh he got the answer alright.

"That's a yes or a no, l/n?" He screamed at your scampering figure as he hid his laughter behind a smile.

You turned around, cupping your mouth as you yelled at him, "pick me up this Saturday at 5 and you'll get your answer Itoshi."

With that you ran off leaving a quite jumpy and excited Itoshi Rin behind. Oh, he could not wait for Saturday.

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blueparadis · 1 year

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okay okay hear me out here:

needy service top kaveh and power bottom reader, this man would definitely have a thing for femdoms and nobody can tell me otherwise!! Big watery eyes looking up at you as you rode him, begging to cum and asking if he was a good boy ;)

❝ MIDNIGHT SNACK ❞ + KAVEH

+. CWs —» f!reader, sprinkle of fwb tropes, power play, edging, orgasm denial, hand job, overstimulation, biting, cum-play, slight breeding k!nk,unprotected, implied voyeurism & mention of al-haitham, word count — 1.2k

+. NOTES —» the power dynamics in this (bites lip) and thank you for contributing to one of my sleepless nights with the thought of service dom!kaveh.

Maddening.

Impulsive.

Unheeding or all three of the above? Kaveh could not tell. He was trying to focus, focus on the font-face of rusted pages of the book, the sound of birds chirping, the soft swish of the warm afternoon breeze; anything other than the feeling of your delicate calloused fingers around his cock.

Kaveh was everything but not an envious man, but he caught himself cursing, gritting his teeth as you tapped the soggy tip of his stiff shafts that had been begging for attention.

He hated how your face was all stoic, his was too yet his mind was in shambles. Resting his elbow on the table near the border of the book, turning the page he reclined his face on his palm so as to cover his mouth, his quivering lips that seemed to simmer with tension.

Al-haitham, his roommate, his annoyance, his chamber of secrets was sitting opposite him and his girl, you. He was engrossed in that particular book that he discovered lately.

Kaveh knew al-haitham would not ever pay any heed to him or his girl or whatever was going on under the table. He secretly wished that something, anything would disrupt his rapt attention from the book so that he might just have a chance to irritate him; enough to leave this god-damn library.

You were an inch away from his seat as your fingers worked on his shaft. He would not have to go through this if he did focus on his book rather than your face. He was staring at you shamelessly and why would he not?

Especially after the recent midnight snacks he was getting from you. He was not unaware how much you hated that: him gawking at you hungrily as if the world around him had ceased to exist, especially in front of his roommate.

And so, to divert his attention you found the urge to teach him a lesson, a good one indeed, your inner voice praised what you are doing; as you rubbed his pre-cum around the tip of his cock.

Kaveh took all of it, silently. He had to. Even if he wanted to run he could not. He should have stopped you when you swiftly unzipped his pants and took out his cock yet he did not. Such was the magic of your touch. Maddening.

“What’re you thinking of . . .?”, Al-haitham trailed off as he noticed Kaveh's congested eyebrows and the wicked folds over his face.

Nothing. That is the problem. Kaveh could not think of anything at all except that he wished to fuck you on this very table so hard, so long that when you are alone you can think only of him, reek only of him, feel only him.

“Haitham”, you drawled taking your hand out of Kaveh’s slacks, “you sound genuinely concerned for someone who claims to hate Kaveh.” , you finished without even sparing a glance.

Fury crawled under his skin, eyes flashing in annoyance al-haitham parted his lips to speak but the great scribe knew well better than to be provoked at such a silly remark. Besides, people learn from their mistakes or avoid them.

But Al-haitham was too used to your taunts so he chose the latter. “Oh! My fucking god. I can not do this right now.”, he barked before stomping out of the room in haste.

Kaveh’s patience was thinning. He was counting the scribe’s steps. Five, six, seven, eight, nine and he was finally about to experience that has been ravaging his mind for half an hour. He wasted no time on having you underneath him and before those dry lips of yours could protest he took them in between his.

Hands bunching up the frills of your tulle, fingers desperately fighting to have a grip on your wrists while his lips suckled yours with precision. Slow yet roughly his fingers kept working on your wet folds as he swallowed your moans.

You bucked your hips searching for the reward you worked so hard for. A welp but then again Kaveh pushed your hands down sucking your lips with greater intensity, moans escaping his mouth as he bit your lower lip, hard enough to leave a bruise.

Eyes gleamed with rolls of pleasure, cheeks cherry tinted, mouth open ajar, panting as you sat to bring him in between your legs. He took out his rock-hard cock, pumping a few times so as to work on his foreskin. He was too dressed to fuck you but you have grown used to that but your body can be betraying sometimes. Your lips latched onto his neckline as your hand worked on his belt. “What’re ya’doing?”, he murmured.

“Kaveh…” al-haitham yelled. The sound of footsteps was becoming louder with each tick of the clock and his heartbeat seem to be at par with them.

Fuck.

“Kaveh ?”, al-haitham called again. Seeing the library empty he left immediately. Never in his mind, he can think that Kaveh could be hiding behind the bookshelves, half-clad, biting the soft flesh of your shoulders while pushing his cock inside your pussy.

You were as tight as a fist, even after all the fingering; even after all the wait. Watching you wince as he pushed up to the girth tempted him. Your nails gripping on his shoulders as you adjusted to his length.

Your eyes rolled white, mouth gasping for breath as he spoke, “You okay? Or should I pull out?” No way. That would mean he won, you lost in teaching him a memorable lesson. You looked at him with heavy eyelids, and then it fell onto his chest and his nipple: pink and pronounced.

“Why? Can’t you keep up?”, you muttered tracing the pink bead before giving it a lick. Kaveh shuddered, shoulder tensed as his fingers gripped your thighs harder.

“Let’s find that, shall we?”, and he placed you against the wall, strong lithe arms adjusting you so that he can fuck you with precision, hitting deep and deeper with every thrust. “Who can last longer?”

He was denied of his orgasm once and yet your pussy clenched around him after each thrust. It was deep, strong and a pause in between each, reminding you of your torment toward him, relishing the feeling of your gummy walls squeezing around himself.

Kaveh could feel it, the knot in his lower belly. He was about to cum but he did not want to. He wanted to last longer, more than you. His strokes were getting slower and sloppier. “Kaveh, please , please i can’t stand. Not anymore.”, you mumbled as he kept jamming into your hole messily, your juices coating his cock.

He still hadn’t his fill. He sat on the chair cupping your ass cheeks, massaging, and soothing your aching muscles. You felt your heart flutter at his gesture. He has never done that before in all of the previous fucking sessions.

You grabbed the frame of the chair and started grinding against him with calculated long thrusts earning groans of relaxation from him.

Kaveh unhooked your dress, enough to have a display on your boobs. As he bit your nipple and played with the other you gasped loudly and could feel your legs closing in, the knot in your belly getting tighter with each strong slide.

“Fuck, fuck…I’m close.”, Kaveh was way too vocal for someone who was used to fucking his girl in quiet places, in library, in the adjacent room of the scribe. “I can’t,mmgh ”, he choked as you felt your legs closing in involuntarily, shaking, mouth gaping to hold down the moans.

“Fuck, can I-can i c-um?”, to which you nodded not stopping, not yet. You glanced at your him through the corner of your eyes, noticing tears pooling at the corner of his eyes.

Fuck. How long has he been holding back?

While Kaveh couldn't believe his eyes. You never let him finish inside of him. He made sure that he never did became that would put both of your lives in danger, maybe three who knows.

“you sure...?”, he checks thinking if he just fucked you to insanity yet all his senses could register was another nod and a begging yes.

Just the thought of filling you with his seed, filling breasts with milk turned him on. He came right away. Thick, murky and warm. You could feel the warm fluid,coating your walls as he growled. You wanted to get up by he landed his head on your shoulder, his hands preventing you from leaving him.

As he shot up, you noticed his almond eyes full of lust, maybe love. “was it good?”, he whispered against your ears running his fingers through your hair.

“what?”, you enquired being shocked at his display of emotions,as if it was slipping like sand in between your fingers.

“alright. Let me ask you again. Was I good?”

“yes you were.”, you hummed slouching against his chest, hiding your face from him,so that he doesn't know, doesn't know that your emotions are leaking through the cracks of your heart.

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likehoneyandsilk · 6 months

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I Wanna Be Yours

Hi everyone! This is a draft I have been playing around with. As per my last post, I am trying out something new. This would be a short multipart piece of writing, however, it is not my usual style. That being said, I wanted to get across some content for feedback and opinions! This may flourish or very well end up back in my drafts. Regardless, it is worth a share! Thank you!

P.S. To get a vibe for what this will be think of "Strangers" by Kenya Grace!

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Any lucid person would tell Savina she was being played by the strings. Like a puppet, twisted, and turned in all directives at the hands of her puppeteer. Filled with life at his convenience. But together, they satisfied each other's desires, the appetite for comfort and comradery. Together, they kindled fires so passionate and uncontainable. What was malignant was also nourishing.

And when he held Savina, she melted like snow underneath a scorching hot sun. Sensed herself wilt into fragments as he pressed his lips to hers, so soft at times and others so intense she believed the butterflies in her stomach would burst. When he replenished her air with his laughter, Savina spiraled into a cordial and pleasant world. And when he pressed into her, yearned every inch of her golden skin, and looked into her doe eyes, she swore she saw glimpses of heaven across his ocean blues.

It all began three months ago when she had caught his eye at a charity affair hosted by the Bengals. Savina was the creative lead for the organization of the event, representing her company with exhibited ease and tranquility, but inside she rippled with anxiety. For the next year, her company was to manage all charitable events held by the Cincinnati Bengals. The pressure to be successful and receive a well-deserved promotion hung above Savina's head like a grey cloud, lingering to storm down on her. She counted down the minutes till she could flee, take refuge in her tiny apartment, and adequately breathe.

One could never see the battles Savina played in her head. Because on the outside, to the dashingly bestowed bachelor in all of Cincinnati, Joe Burrow watched this woman with pure attentiveness, averting his lingering gaze as he worked the bravery to approach her. She dazzled in a black ankle-length dress, hugging her hips just enough and falling effortlessly around her lower limbs. Her breasts were round and full, graced with the black fabric, but not enough to hide the last few lines of an unintelligible script in a tiny black font that peaked from underneath. The straps resting on her shoulder were barely an inch thick. Leaning against a pillar, cradling a half-empty glass of sparkling water, Joe observed the astonishing stranger's doe brown eyes, surrounded by thick black lashes moving around the room.

And suddenly he felt time freeze. His breath hitched in his throat. He was speechless. A haste washed over Joe, the need to speak to the woman before him, to fill her attention with his existence only. Yet, before he could put one foot in front of the other, her cheeks burned red and she turned away, that long jet-black curled hair bouncing with every step she took.

Savina's hands trembled with nerves. Her body felt heavy, her senses foggy when she found his eyes on her. There was a limit to the extent of their paths crossing. Too much was on the line. The peak of her career lay in this event, and had she been seen locking eyes and trading longing glances at the untouchable man, she could have kissed all her dreams and aspirations away. Joe Burrow meant trouble, despite whatever miracle had sparked his attention in her, she had far too much to lose.

Mortified at how far her thoughts permitted her to proceed, how silly it seemed that she was convinced he had taken a liking to her, Savina set aside her drink and busied herself with the event. Presenting herself as efficient and professional, she lingered around the peripheral vision of her boss, who she doubted would even recognize her hard work as he was now numerous margaritas into the night. But to dismiss the urge she felt to meet the lingering gaze of the quarterback as he discreetly watched her move about the room, she occupied her time with the event.

Just before midnight, the bar made the last call. Savina watched as the few remaining guests made their way for whatever they could get their hands on. Thoroughly sober, yet she felt like she was hungover. She had found solitude in a corner of the event space, far from the bright lights and embellishments. She sat atop an unused speaker, leaning her head back against the wall. It was no lie that she had sought out Joe in the crowd. He was impossible to forget. All eyes seemed to fall on him. 6'4", athletic physique, and despite sporting a black suit like many of the men in attendance, he appeared to stand out the most. He smiled guilelessly, baby blue eyes sparkling underneath the lights. Every few seconds when he appeared overwhelmed, he ran a hand through his hair, emerging ever so effortlessly unshakable.

The lights of the bar had fallen dim. The music ceased playing and Savina watched her boss stumble up the steps of the stage, thanking everyone for attending. She stood up, tidying her dress, as she made her way to join the crowd. Engrossed in her boss's horrid speech, she awaited her name to leave his lips, to acknowledge that she had done well, at least some ounce of credit into organizing this event. Unbeknownst to her, she stood next to Joe, hardly reaching his Adam's apple even in her heels. Joe's heart beat profusely in his chest as he watched her through his peripherals.

Up close, despite not being in clear view, she was sensational. The blush embellishing the apples of her cheeks had faded, the rose pink hue now a reminder of the night. Her lustrous lips curled up in a smile and soon fell into a straight line, the glimmer in her eyes abruptly fading as the chocolate brown darkened into charcoal. Forcing his peaked interest away from her, Joe watched the intemperate man before them, dawdle down the steps. A muffled applause fell through the room, and Joe felt a shift in the air when he turned to his side.

The nameless stranger hung her head low. Her hands clutched the silk fabric of her dress. Her hair fell around her, and then behind her as she straightened herself. As if slipping back into reality, she turned her head, tilting it upward to finally allow her eyes to meet his. Her features displayed scraps of dissatisfaction and regret. Joe wondered if he could wish away all her pain. He opened his mouth to speak as bodies moved around them, and all at once he could tell she felt suffocated. Her eyes screamed, and her frame became timid as the crowd moved around her. The lights above them began to dim, and she occurred to freeze.

His mouth went dry. His vision was hazy. He reached out a hand, despite the voices in his head pleading him to stop.

He leaned down, his lips inches from her ear. Savina felt as if she might faint, from his proximity integrated with the irritation she felt towards her boss. All those weeks of hard work faded with the lights as the event closed. But Joe was saying something, and she flinched the slightest when his hand rested on the small of her back. She eased against him, preserving her energy and tuning out all noise to clear her head.

"I know a place you can get some air."

She filled his nostrils with a floral scent, so rich and exquisite. He smelled masculine. Like bergamot and applewood. Together they seemed to harmonize so well.

Savina gulped, nodding her head, and missed the feeling as his hand parted from her body all too quickly. She followed his large and tall frame through the crowd. He steered her towards coat check. As if playing coy all too well he remained a few steps away, fiddling with his phone. He nodded reassuringly as she met his eyes from the line.

Every muscle in her body tensed. Every inch of skin tingled.

Her mouth was parched as she fiddled through her purse for the coat check slip. Offering it to the attendant she watched them vanish into a room full of racks. Savina inhaled a large breath, holding in the air before releasing it.

Get it together Savina. She watched Joe scan the room, his demeanor impatient. He knew he was crossing a line. But so was she.

Joe backed away gradually, eyes scattering around the emptying room before forcing open a door that read "NO ENTRY UNLESS AUTHORIZED" with his back. Savina fell behind, as she scurried after him, flailing her coat around her. As she approached the door, she seemed to recall the reluctance to engage with this man in the earlier hours. All that still stood profound. She promised herself not to pivot from her goal.

Joe was not visible on the flight of steps that led to another door when Savina stopped to breathe in the solitude of the poorly lit room. It smelled of floor cleaner, remains of pine and citrus evident in the air. The voices faded completely, and Savina listened to the footsteps on the other side buffer with each passing second. Either she turns back now and forgets all this happened, or she takes a gamble on her screaming heart.

The air was crisp. Bitterly cold Joe stood against the concrete balcony. Below him, vehicles passed by as specks of light, faster and faster. It was early October, yet the city had nestled into an early Winter coldness. The sky was clear above him. A few scattered stars sparkled, adorning the full moon that seemed within reach this high up. Dispersed cigarette butts littered the ground. Two empty lawn chairs sat underneath a lone umbrella perched within a discarded glass patio table.

Joe feigned composure. His hands rested in his pockets. His nose was slightly red from the cold. With his head bowed, he shifted his gaze between the door behind him and the scene below him. After what felt like a century, the door screeched open, closing behind her with such a loud bang it felt as if it vibrated through the ground.

Slowly, Savina made her way to him. Her heels clicked against the concrete. The bare skin of her legs became scattered with goosebumps. Her lungs felt fully expanded despite the iciness that settled around her. It felt good to catch a breath of true air. Joe turned, catching his eyes with her once again. An invisible string between them pulled them close. Savina found herself situated next to him, her gaze now shifted to the passing city beneath them. She could feel his eyes on her, and she wondered if he could hear how loudly her heart banged against her chest, or how red her cheeks had become.

Willing herself to speak, Savina sighed. But before she could spill out a single phrase, Joe spoke.

"My name is Joe." He offered her his hand, suggesting a handshake.

"Savina." Her voice came out quiet. She carefully positioned her hand in his grasp, and he held it so gently, and when they parted, she felt every electric speck flutter through her as his skin brushed against hers.

"How do you feel now Savina?" Gosh, how her name sounded out of his mouth. Joe's voice was both manly and soft. His eyes conveyed concern and prominent interest. He seemed the least bit flustered, but his calm and cool composure kept Savina grounded and at the same time craving him in all aspects. Savina smiled, slowly curling her lips into a smile.

"A lot better. The best I've felt all night." Joe watched her teeth graze her bottom lip. He stood straighter. A boyish smirk washed over his lips. A cold breeze passed between them. "I take it that asshole was your boss?" Taken aback by his word choice Savina could not help but laugh. She felt unrestrained. Her body was both filled with energy and glow. Joe watched the woman before him unfold. Her laughter was music to his ears.

"That would be true." Savine sighed, leaning against the balcony. A newfound surge of confidence reigned over her, that dark storm cloud above her head slowly evaporating.

"I was the organizational lead for this event. I work for Commons Corporate. This was my big break to show him what I've got, and to be frank, I think he won't remember a single thing."

Savina nodded disapprovingly as she confirmed her thoughts, pulling her hair behind her ears. Her eyes fell to the ground. Her confidence began to quiver, the recognition she would be frowned upon for engaging with a player beyond professionalism.

But she was lonesome. She craved camaraderie and consolation. She desired all the urges a young woman who found refuge in her apartment did.

"I think the event was amazing. And I can't stand men who can't give credit to women when it's worth." Joe inched closer, pulling Savina's attention from the ground back to him. His body emitted heat. Savina was convinced underneath the layers, his body was warm and tender.

"Thanks." The whispered word barely leaving her mouth was audible. Their eyes fell from the others to their lips, the energy around them begging them to do something.

"Savina?'

"Mhmm?"

Savina stepped closer. Joe's arm wrapped around her frame, underneath her coat. Savina shuddered.

"Is this okay?"

Savina nodded, cradling her head against his hand as he rested it against her cheek. "And this?"

Savina nodded again, stepping even closer till her body pressed against his.

"Savina, can I kiss you?"

Joe's blue eyes merged a shade darker. His frame towered over hers, in a way that was protective yet flushed her body with deep desire. He tilted her head towards him even more. "You tell me to stop and I will Savina."

Please don't stop.

"I want you to kiss me."

And with that, his lips were on hers. Every ounce of desperation filled Savina as his lips moved against her. He was delicate, holding her as if she were a feather, and kissing her so gingerly. Joe tuned her, her core pressed against his and she gasped, a rush of blood surging to her cheeks. His arms netled her against him, her own wrapped around his neck. She leaned back as he inclined into her, never once breaking their kiss, as her head dipped above the city below them.

"Savina, god damn it," Joe muttered against her lips, lifting her off her feet as he situated her on the edge of the balcony.

"Joe!" Savina gripped Joe's arms, eyes frantic as she forced herself not to look down.

"Easy, easy." He cooed, instantly calming her nerves as he pulled her off, twisting her body so that he leaned against the balcony now. "I wouldn't let you fall."

Joe Burrow was a stranger. A well-known man in the city, but truly and logically a stranger. Yet Savina trusted him blindly, a flutter of her heart telling her she was safe.

Savina was flush against his chest, her lips inches from his.

He held her so close. How could one feel so at ease when you just met them?

"What are you thinking about?" Joe watched Savina's brown eyes darken, a sudden plead of desire clouding over any logical thought. He'd be a fool to say he didn't present her with the same.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Her hand wrapped around his. She pulled away from him, tugging him with her. She walked backward, pulling him with her.

"We shouldn't." They stopped at the closed door, possibly the barrier to their separate ways. Savina's back pressed against the door, her hand still within Joe's own. Joe held the latch in his free hand, hindering the door from opening.

What they felt was electric. What they desired lay in the other.

What they needed was each other.

. . .

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astermath · 1 year

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memory lane ु ₓ｡

summary: you and robin recall your first kiss together, and you want a rematch.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, like a tiny bit suggestive, normal font below!

notes: hey why is literally NO ONE writing for robin?? she’s so cute and so lovely and so ahdkdkd i’m in love w her

The sound of Blondie’s latest album fills the room, accompanied by the scent of incense and opened nail polish. The beige carpet and dark blue walls of your room had long become familiar to Robin, who’d honestly been spending more time at your house than hers recently.

The window was open to make the summer heat somewhat bearable. You both sat on the floor, your back to her chest as you painted her nails for her. Her chin was placed onto the crown of your head, fully relaxed into you as if she was your blanket. It could have been 50 degrees hotter outside, and your girlfriend would still find a way to cuddle up to you. She was always kind of clingy like that, not that you’d ever complain about it.

You hummed along with “Heart of Glass”, stroking the brush over her short nails to paint them a pretty red. “To match your cute uniform,” you’d told her, and it made her feel a little better about how silly the sailor outfit looked.

You always had a way of making things sound a lot better or approachable, which was helpful with a major over thinker like herself. Even before she’d start nervously rambling about whatever she was worried about, you’d sense it, and say something to calm her down. Which usually worked. Not always. Sometimes you’d just have to let her ramble.

“All done,” you gently took her hand in yours, careful not to smudge your hard work, and held it up for her to see.

“Wow, that’s way better than how I usually do them.” she chuckled, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “Thanks baby.”

You giggled at her affection, her loose strands of blonde hair tickling your face. You’d made a habit out of doing Robin’s nails, her hair, her makeup… You were really good at anything beauty related, something she’d always admired about you.

“Remember when I did your nails the first time?” You turned your head so you could look at her, only to see the memory had brought a giddy smile to her face.

“How could I possibly forget? Was the best day of my life.” She chuckled. “Do you?”

You remembered it perfectly. Well, it was only four months ago, it would be pretty embarrassing if you didn’t. Still, the even the tiniest details were still so crisp in your mind.

The smell of her perfume when she hugged you goodbye at your doorstep.

The feeling of her hand in yours when you held it, keeping her from walking back out. Soft, but clammy.

The crooked, awkward smile she gave you, before she nodded, agreeing to stay a little longer in your room.

The nerves you both felt when you’d realized you’d never outwardly said this was a date, not the movie you both went to see, and not the time you spent in your bedroom. The fear of thinking the other might just see you as a friend, and that this would all be one big gay misunderstanding.

You specifically remember trying to gauge the situation when you were painting her nails for her, and tried to ask her about her type.

You recall how long it took for you to realize she’d been describing you.

You remember her hopeful smile. She remembers your surprised face, and the anticipation for rejection.

Only for you to grab her face and kiss her right then and there, almost knocking her over onto the scruffy carpet.

“I kinda wish I didn’t do it like that.” you confessed, cheeks warm from having just described your first ever kiss with Robin. Or with any girl, for that matter.

“Whaaaat?” Robin sat across you now, elbow leaned on her knees as she sat with her legs crossed. She’d been looking at you with a dreamy smile this entire time, wondering how she got so lucky. “For the record, I thought it was perfect.” She put her hands behind her on the carpet and leaned back, tilting her head slightly. “What would you have done different?”

“Well,” you sat on your knees, hands placed on your lap, “for starters, I would have been way smoother, like—“ You reach for her hand, pretending you’re doing her nails again. You trail your fingers up her arm, moving closer, until your hands settle on her shoulders. You’re looming over her, and she’s holding back from holding your hips for the sake of the scenario.

You flash a teasing smile, and Robin recognises that mischievous glint in your eyes, the one that makes her thighs rub together and her body tingle.

You reach out a hand, gently touching her cheek with the back of your fingers. “I’d ask you if you were into the type of girls that take care of you. That hold you, brush your hair… Do your nails…” You lean in, and whisper breathily over her lips, her eyes watching yours in anticipation. “The ones that…Take charge.” You straddle her hips and seal your lips together, her hands settling onto your hips and squeezing your soft skin there. She lets out what you can only make out to be a whimper into the kiss, her abdomen working hard to sit upright in this position.

That’s why you gently nudge her down onto the floor, hand holding the back of her head so it doesn’t come down with too much of an impact. You pull away from her, and she almost whines at the sudden loss of your lips on hers. You grin, reaching out to gently brush a lock from her face. “That’s how I’d do it.”

She just stares at you for a moment, so completely lovestruck and captivated by your beauty. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was, finding the loveliest, prettiest girl ever in Hawkins of all places. She figured she was going to be alone forever, or at least until she moved to a bigger city. Now she dreams of sharing that future with you instead.

“You okay baby?” You chuckle, a little proud that you’d managed to reduce her to a puddle so easily. You were both each other’s first girlfriends, so every kiss, every hug and every ‘I love you’ felt just a little different. A little better.

“Yeah, just uhm…” She breathed out a laugh, closing her eyes for a moment. “Wow.” She grinned. Sometimes it took a moment to truly take in that it was all real, that it wasn’t like those nights she’d laid awake dreaming of a life like this, no— you were there.

“Yeah,” you smile, full of adoration for the blonde girl beneath you. “Wow indeed.”

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babblingbonnie · 11 months

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PARASOL

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

when a peculiarly shaped package arrives on Scrooge's desk, he takes some time to reminisce about the day he arrived in Louisville to find that dinky steamboat on the Mississippi river and the ducks that took him in. Albeit one seemingly reluctantly...

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hello - I'm very much in love with 2k17 ducktales as well as the older versions! I wanted to try and merge some of the complete life and times of scrooge mcduck by Don Rosa with 2k17 ducktales because for some reason I adore ducks that also happen to be sailors.

There is a major spoiler warning for 2k17 ducktales season 3 finale, though it came out a few years ago I wanted to add this just to be sure you're aware. This is cross published on Quotev -- I also apologize for any inaccuracies, I really hope you enjoy this silly little story! :-)

CHAPTER ONE: Peculiar Parcel!

A PARCEL HAD FOUND ITS WAY TO SCROOGE'S DESK THAT MORNING. It was long with odd bulges along its surface and seemingly insignificant. It sat, and sat, and sat.....then sat some more.

In fact, the sun was already setting slowly in the foreground behind wide windows by the time Scrooge had actually taken a look at it.

It had been a busy day full of mundane meetings and even more soul-wrenching interviews for a new Board of Director as his old one turned out to be evil.

Figures, with a name like Bradford it was only a matter of time before something mildly evil became of him.

The children were lively as ever, an occasional scream and the sound of something thumping on the ground could be heard outside his office. Shenanigans afoot.

Della's voice seemed to carry throughout the whole manor, and it was assumed that she was an avid player of whatever game the children were participating in as the duck's battle cries rang across the air with promises of multiple darts to whichever body part was exposed if she caught them.

Scrooge had passed Donald in one of the numerous sitting rooms before he had retreated to his study, sharing a few exchanges of words and his one daily comment about his nephews free-loader status.

By the sounds of furious quacking it seems like the rambunctious group had roped the sailor into their chaos.

Scrooge chuckled into his work, cringing ever so often at the sounds of crashing followed by 'oops!' every time, without fail. Usually he would go out there and wave his cane around like a true old man telling dastardly kids to get off his lawn, threatening them that they would be the ones paying for everything with a crack.

But that afternoon paperwork demanded the McDuck's full attention, he couldn't go on any longer without a Board of Director. Mostly because he had taken up the duty himself and he was very much over it. Just because he was willing and able to put in the hard work, doesn't mean he enjoyed it.

The Scottish duck could only hope with all his heart that Beakly or Duckworth would step in and tell his family to STOP BREAKING EVERYTHING.

Trying to push all that, as well as the nagging thought of how much the damages were going to cost, to the back of his head Scrooge hummed a small tune that sounded vaguely familiar.

But he couldn't put a finger on what exactly while he began to hunker down and start reading through words printed in a font size that shouldn't be legal to use.

Something about racecars...lasers...airplanes maybe? It was all a blur, really.

Sifting through the sea of papers, his hand eventually hit the previously mentioned package after a quite violent display of signing a document for the hundredth time. The hand that held a golden ball tipped pen tightly froze midair, a couple inches from the table while Scrooge blinked out of work mode tiredly.

Glancing at the clock that hung just above the study doors it was no wonder why the brutal festivities had died down, leaving the manor deadly silent. It was almost two in the morning.

Had time really passed so quickly? Bah, of course paper work would keep him beyond the hours he could be sleeping.

Tugging the signature black top hat that had suctioned its place on his head from extensive use off his skull, Scrooge flipped it over and placed it beside him on the table before returning all attention towards the brown package that now sat before him.

A hint of confusion mixed with a healthy dose of suspicion took over the duck, after all the richest duck in the world has many enemies and those enemies try all sorts of tricks and schemes. Perhaps it was Flinty sending him some sort of deformed bomb just to inconvenience the McDuck.

Not that it would be the first time. Probably not the last.

Poking the hazard with his pen, the Scottish duck was able to determine it passed the first test of not exploding immediately.

Closing his eyes with a tired sigh, Scrooge almost left the mysterious item alone for a problem to deal with in the morning....well it's already morning. Fine, that afternoon.

That of course, was the original plan before his eyes caught hold of the particular handwriting scribbled on it's rough surface. It was small, almost as small as that blasted font on the multiple resumes he just read.

Slightly shaky, but with beautiful penmanship nonetheless and a unique lettering for the first initial of his name that only one person had ever done for him.

Despite the excitement (one that he would never tell anyone about) that bubbled up through his webbed feet and to his hands, Scrooge jabbed the package one more time in cautious habit before nodding to himself with a confident smile that this was for sure not a bomb.

Sitting back in the chair he had stood from in order to glare at the now-safe package properly, Scrooge sat with his back straight and hands folded in front of him in an attempt to regain a dignified appearance despite no one else being in the room.

It didn't matter anyway, as the next moment consisted of the McDuck leaping forward in his chair and ripping open the wrapped item like a duckling on Christmas morning.

Shredded bits of packaging laid about the table and floor, the now uncovered item placed delicately over a thrashed background of brown and torn paper with paper work thrown about.

A fond smile found its way to Scrooge's bill, running a feathered hand over the top with a ghost of distance between it and his hand.

"Well...Bless me bagpipes."

Scrooge laughed quietly, brushing off some loose dust and strands of fabric that no longer clung to it's original place. The quiet moment felt slow, and moonlight poured in around him like a thin blanket. Specks of dust seemed to shine in the light like diamonds, while the item before him looked like it almost glowed like magic under the light.

The item in question was a vintage parasol -- a white base with beautiful blue lace work over it. Lace that use to be pure white hung along the edges for a couple inches, now a tiny bit darker in coloring due to its age.

Something that Scrooge himself wouldn't have paid more then a few seconds attention to back then, and probably wouldn't now if the duck hadn't happened to know the history behind this specific sun blocker.

A small part of Scrooge couldn't believe that the thing was sitting on his desk right now, he thought it was long forgotten or turned to dust by mere age.

A bigger part of him use to stew in disbelief that his uncle hadn't included the parasol in the inheritance, but he had gotten that years and years ago so this showing up now clued him into the bigger mystery that he was pinning down in his head.

Eyeing the umbrella with a scrutinizing gaze that only an old miser could perfect, Scrooge took mental notes about any rips or snagged lace admonishing the top layers of the parasol with an intention to get it fixed as soon as possible.

During his search of fixable imperfections Scrooge came across a small note on some stiff stock paper that was stuck in one of the folds of the parasol, and the McDuck's interest peaked immediately.

Plucking it from its place, Scrooge took a few moments to adjust his small spectacles that sat snug on his beak and began to scan the card.

'Dear McBrat,

Wasn't sure where to send this to where it would reach you personally. Your mailing system is ridiculous and I want to send a formal complaint but your HR is just as, if not more, preposterous. I'm sure this is by design, but jeez kid it's like you expect bombs in the mail. Ha!

Your aunt wanted this sent to you with Pothole's things, but it got lost due to some sort of events that I couldn't relay to you because I have no idea how it ended up in the Forgotten Brewery Caves. I knew it was hers because of the stitching, I'd recognize that nuisance of a last name anywhere. I'm only sending this because I unfortunately owed one last thing to your uncle.

If you're ever down in Kentucky, come finish that race that old Pothole was too cowardly to finish. You'll win me that Southern mansion.

regrettably,

Porker Hogg.'

The idea that Porker was even still alive shocked Scrooge almost more then anything else described in that letter. He had already finished the race anyway, with the guys nephew.

What's with the information about the parasol being found in the Forgotten Brewery Caves anyway? That was one of the few caves located along the Mississippi, and even then most of it is blocked off.

How was it even lost in the first place, and now that he really thought about it how was it that Porker had found the parasol without packaging as stated in his letter but Scrooge received it in a package with his aunts handwriting?

Immortality for the first problem...maybe time paradox for the second...? Rubbing the bridge of his beak, Scrooge groaned into the open air and let out a deep sigh knowing he would end up checking whatever was happening down there one way or another.

If one thing as important as this was lost, imagine the other heirlooms that could be scattered in some other cave without his knowledge. The idea sent chills down Scrooge's spine.

An almost silent sound of the door being pushed open brought Scrooge out of his deep contemplation, eyes snapping towards the entrance that was now cracked open.

One of the many ducklings that resided in the mansion poked her head through the doorway, curious eyes glinting in the dark while she looked around the room before landing on the older duck.

"Dad...?"

Scrooge straightened at the title, if the McDuck claimed he was use to being called a 'dad' he would be absolutely lying through his teeth.

He didn't detest it, obviously. The duck was more then overjoyed to learn that the duckling in front of him named Webbigail was of his own flesh and blood, but that didn't make the title any more normal to him.

He'd gone through life without any real thought put towards having kids of his own, he never settled down quite enough for that and by the time it was even a feasible idea, he had all his other free time taken over by nephews and nieces and other family members.

"What're yew doing out of bed, Webby?"

Scrooge pushed on through his slight dilemma of the title that was bestowed upon him only a couple months ago.

"I was just thirsty, but now I'm thirsty for whatever you've got on your desk!"

Webby gasped, having noticed the blue umbrella that her dad placed a hand over. Scrooge smiled in response, lifting the laced parasol with both hands under it, making sure it was secure before shuffling over to Webby who bounced around on her feet.

It was an ongoing mystery to how she had any amount of energy this early in the morning, and Scrooge was sure he'd never truly find out.

"Now...careful dear, this is my Aunt (Y/n)'s beloved parasol. Technically I own it, she never did pay me back."

Scrooge mused, the last bit of the sentence hushed under his breath while he counted up the combined interest of what he should of been paid by now. Not that he ever forgot, every year he counted up what his aunt and others owed him. Like his uncle Jake who owes $8362 of accumulated interest.

"Aunt (Y/n)," Webby repeated quickly, excitedly looking over the parasol "Pothole McDuck's wife! Originally daughter of Blackheart Beagle, but after she married she took the McDuck name! She saved you and Angus during a steamboat race against Blackheart and the Beagles."

"Aye, she did. She jumped into the muddy Mississippi just for me dime too."

Scrooge added onto the list of facts that Webby was enthusiastically reciting from memory. Letting his shoulders relax as the duckling with messy white hair took the parasol from his hands and held it delicately in her own.

Reaching into his coat Scrooge pulled out the familiar dime that hung around his neck 24/7 while talking about the experience.

"Thought she might not come back up after she went headfirst in," Scrooge murmured, the vague feeling of terrified desperation that his younger self had been frozen in was crawling up his neck as he turned the dime over in his feathered hands.

It's face was a bit rough but that would be expected for how long Scrooge has kept it. The fact that it was still shiny and readable was a miracle.

Holding it in front of him the older duck briefly thought over just how much panic he went through when the dime had rolled off the edge of the boat all those years ago.

"Both my uncle Pothole and I couldn't believe it, but she managed to grab it in time and then single handedly stopped 'em from throwing us over!"

"Wow, she sounds so cool! I've been wanting to learn more about aunt (Y/n) and uncle Pothole - I mean I know they lived in Louisville for awhile and Pothole sold his steamboat to you but I couldn't find anything about the actual race itself-- ...."

Webby trailed off, noticing the cane wielding duck was only half-heartedly listening.

Gazing at the shiny silver coin, Scrooge let a fond expression take over his features before moving the dime out of view to focus on his daughters face again, noticing her abrupt silence.

She was watching him closely, hugging the parasol closer in an upright position and probably wondering where Scrooge had just gone to in his memories.

A hopeful grin tugged at the corners of Webby's beak, having recognized the mood that her father was in. A story telling one.

She quickly grabbed his hand, rushing them both back to Scrooge's desk without any warning. Webby always knew when the billionaire was stuck in reminiscing something that had happened years and years ago in his oh-so daring life, a telltale sign being when Scrooge had his eyes glued to his number one dime.

A piercing but glazed over gaze, when ranges of emotion from sadness and happiness and everything in between suddenly became very apparent on his face.

"Tell me everything," Webby all but squealed, a dash of wonder sprinkled her eyes and wide smile.

Almost shoving her father back into his large lounge chair, Webby plopped the parasol down before scrambling after it onto the desk. Completely oblivious to the previously important paperwork that was now rather unimportantly laying on the ground.

Chuckling nervously at just how much joy seeped through Webby's small body at potential McDuck information, Scrooge took a few moments to get comfortable in his chair.

It was moments like these that the small girl loved, moments that were few and far between where she would spot Scrooge staring ahead (usually at his dime,) but in his head he was far away. She would practically corner her dad and lovingly ask (force) him to tell her about whatever memory he was thinking about.

Moments when it was just her and Scrooge.

"Well, what do ye want to know, lassie?" Scrooge asked slowly, stuffing the precious dime down his red coat.

Placing his cane on the ground so it leaned on the chair, the McDuck reached out over the edge of the desk and grabbed Webby by the armpits and dangled her in the air like a wet cat for a few moments before placing her on his knee with an expectant stare.

"Everything! Tell me everything -- oh oh! How'd you meet them? Were they nice-? How about every single detail about the race, how did you guys find the treasure in such muddy water-?! Uhm- also what about the parasol? How'd aunt (Y/n) get it -- what was she like? Why did she jump into perilous waters for your dime? Was uncle Pothole really a writer? Is he as stingy as other McDucks? How did he know the location of the Drennan Whyte? Did he really sell his steam boat to you at a cheap price?!"

Webby rambled on, intense hand motions flaring everywhere while squirming in Scrooge's lap.

"Well-!"

"And who's Porker Hogg?!"

Scrooge stared down at the duckling bewildered, not because he was cut off nor was it from all the overwhelming questions. He was far use to that, it was mostly because she mentioned Hogg. He wasn't aware Webby even knew vaguely the name, let alone the guy.

The white feathered duckling in his lap craned her neck slightly to look up at him, blinking a couple times before pointing behind her at the somewhat crumpled letter Scrooge found in the parasol that sure enough had Hogg's dastardly name signed at the bottom.

Forming his beak into a slight 'o' shape, the older duck nodded in understanding.

Clearing his throat after a couple seconds had passed by of more winded questions, Webby stopped short and excitedly began to shake about a bit in her seated position.

She looked like she was going to burst at the seams with more questions if Scrooge didn't start talking now. So he did, placing a comforting hand behind his daughters shoulder as a support while she leaned into his side.

Scrooge let her settle down a little more before he used his other arm to spread out as far as it would go, pointing to a slightly large round oak picture frame that held the image of two white feathered ducks on the wall, just to the left of his parents grand photo.

One duck, the taller and gruffer looking one, had a scruffy white beard under his beak with eyes that looked permanently grumpy, much like his fathers stern face in the aforementioned picture next to this one.

A long wooden tobacco pipe was held between his beak, and a sailor outfit adorned his body. A bright blue sailor's captain hat sat perfectly on his head, tuffs of short feathered hair poked out slightly.

The boatman had an arm in a bent position, having offered it to the other duck in the photo who had her dainty arms wrapped tenderly around his. She had a large giddy smile and kind eyes, long lashes curled a bit above them.

Her hair was short and a little wild, and she wore a short sleeved blue collared dress that was buttoned up on the right. A blue lace parasol was held tight in her hand, casting a shadow above her in protection from the sun that beat down that day.

Both ducks were facing a little tilted from the camera in a candid sort of way as if just having noticed the camera during a normal walk, and despite the gloomy attitude of the sailor, Scrooge knew he absolutely adored the woman next to him more then anyone else.

His uncle Pothole was happiest with (Y/n)…and maybe a little money here and there that he horded. Mainly aunt (Y/n).

Webby followed Scrooge's hand all the way to the photo, beaming as she noticed who it depicted.

"Let's start with meeting my uncle Pothole and aunt (Y/n), eh?" Scrooge began, restating their names as if introducing characters in a book.

A playful tone went along with his words and he leaned forwards slightly again to fondly touch the parasol one last time before diving into retelling the long and daring adventure of childhood memories.

Tilting backwards, the old miser thought for a bit before opening his mouth. Webby sat impatiently by his side, fidgeting with her hands as she anxiously waited.

"It all started when I got a job as a cabin boy on a cattle ship from Glasgow, heading to New Orleans."

Scrooge spoke, and with each word Webby saw her father become more and more sucked into the past. Starting to truly relive past events, and the white feathered duck swore he could smell the ocean salt that wafted in the wind while he stood on the deck of the boat.

He was suddenly there, transported to the stylish streets of New Orleans and feeling the murky river water of the Mississippi that he travelled up. Hearing the constant chatter and buzz of enthusiasm upon reaching the dock in Louisville, Kentucky.

He made sure to tell Webby just how marvelous the gala he had docked on was, how the air tasted of fortunes being made. How exciting the view of this bustling town meant to him.

Scrooge chuckled, recalling his wonderment for the whole event that never really did stop phasing him. Glancing down, the duckling that was stuck between his side and the firm armrest could bearly contain her excitement any longer, and Scrooge knew he should probably get on with the tale.

"Quite a sight for a penniless lad from Glasgow, but I still needed to find my uncle."

END . next chapter: Bet on Drennan Whyte!

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I'm going to be changing around certain aspects of each story to try and fit, so this is very much canon-divergence in both universes. Keep in mind, some parts about reader are already predetermined but other things are customizable!

Thank you so much for reading, I have no idea how to tag things :)

#dt17 scrooge #dt17 webby #angus 'pothole' mcduck #porker hogg #ducktales 2017 #the life and times of scrooge mcduck #ducktales x reader #reader is a anthropomorphic duck #a silly goose if you will #more like a silly duck more accurately #Ducktales Parasol #female reader

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anyways-wonderwall · 16 days

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Eurovision Special!

I would just like to start this by saying woah. I have been keeping up with Eurovision for the past 7 years and have written about the last four, and this is easily the biggest shitshow I have ever seen. Never before has my Twitter been solely about Eurovision, and never have I seen Americans actually kinda care.

Just to make it clear from the beginning, Israel should not have been in this competition and should never be invited back after all they did this year, although we all know that since they own Moroccan Oil they will never face any consequences. Not only that but their song this year sucked! It got the lowest rating from me this year, even putting controversial stuff aside.

Anyways, it is time for the annual tradition of me telling you what my five favorite songs were and what I thought of the entries this year. If you've read any of my other Eurovision posts (I've reviewed 2021, 2022, and 2023), you'll know that I go through and grade all of these songs on a spreadsheet through a very objective rigorous process. I grade on five categories (which are eerily similar to what the jury does): Singer, Song, Catchiness, Performance, and the bonus points category Diversity. The max score is technically a 40, but that last category can and has put some songs over the edge. Oh and this ranking is based on how much I like the song, so the order may not fully match the scores.

All the drama aside, this was one of the best years song-wise for Eurovision (this was definitely the hardest its been to rank the songs ever). I think countries are starting to understand that being quirky pays off, so now we're getting real song diversity and really amazing performances. Also, Eastern Europe really gave it their all this year and I cannot thank them enough. (Oh and all of these songs, minus Croatia, are NOT IN ENGLISH!! Truly an incredible year)

5. Netherlands - Europapa by Joost Klein

Score: 35/40

Notes: good energy song itself is meh

Final Ranking: uhhhhhh, that's a long story

Look I get it, this song truly embodies Eurovision in every way. It's in Dutch, one of the silliest languages out there, he's out there wearing crazy outfits and has a silly haircut, its a euro-techno hit, he has the emotional angle since it was dedicated to his parents; this is one of the most perfect Eurovision songs to enter. All that aside though, its not that interesting or awesome as a song. The main riff is incredibly catchy and the production choices with the piano are pretty cool, but it just feels like a rip off of the silliness of last year's "Cha Cha Cha," down to ending in a boring techno breakdown. I think this song is a clear response to that (down to the shoulder pads) but it still is pretty good and did a great job making this year even crazier than anyone thought possible.

4. Greece - ZARI by Marina Satti

Score: 33/40

Notes: I've never been more flummoxed

Final Ranking: 11th

This song on the other hand, is one of the most interesting things I have ever heard. Marina Satti as an artist and this song has been occupying my thoughts nonstop, because what the hell is happening here. It's like Rosalina-style cumbia got lost in the East Mediterranean and the music video leaves me even more confused. The crazy jumps from Arab traditional flute sounds to strings to a cumbia baseline to a men's choir, to a melodramatic echoey bridge? I took a whole class on writing about music and I can't find the words to describe this one. And all of her media around it uses 2005 word art fonts and clip art? And she is serious about everything the entire time. Everything she does is hilarious and off the wall, yet she continues the persona of a pop diva. I seriously cannot get enough of her.

just want to point out that this is one of her real album covers. The word icon doesn't cover it.

3. Armenia - Jako by LADAVINA

Score: 41/40

Notes: Trumpet player hot or not

Final Ranking: 8th

Speaking of icons, look at these two! I really think this year was countries really embracing their native genres, whether that be Eurodance, Mediterranean Cumbia, Eastern European Emo, or Armenian folk music. This song just truly embodies fun. The lively beat, the screaming and yipping, a crowd cheering, the wailing trumpet, the random instruments whispering in the background. Listening to this makes you feel like you are a part of the coolest party ever, with flute and ukulele solos, and freedom to yell as loud as you want. I cannot get enough of this song and the energy these two bring to it, and I am so glad Armenia picked an absolute banger to represent them this year.

2. Estonia - (nendest) narkootikumidest ei tea me (küll) midagi by 5MIINUST x Puuluup

Score: 44/40

Notes: EASTERN EUROPE IS BACK BABEY

Final Ranking: 20th

This song is just awesome, in every way. You have this weird Estonian string thing, voices so low that it sounds like throat singing, all mixed with that kind of techno that feels so intrinsically Eastern European. The music video has them driving around a Soviet-style building complex just messing around in abandoned warehouses and parking lots. This is what I'm talking about when I say that countries are going back to their roots and not just trying to send what they think is the most marketable. I see this as a sequel to Moldova's entry last year, which involved a Eurovision veteran with some new faces, mixing old and new to make a masterpiece that has so much personality.

Croatia - Rim Tim Tagi Dim by Baby Lasagna

Score: 43/40

Notes: Meow cat, please meow back

Final ranking: 2nd!

Look at this guy, he looks like someone who you would love to bring home to your parents and would like cats. He wasn't supposed to compete for Croatia this year and was put in last minute and I'm so glad because my life would have been so much darker without this banger in it. It's a classic emo anthem about leaving your farm-filled hometown to go to the big scary city, but he doesn't take himself too seriously with a name like "Baby Lasagna" and a chorus of nonsense words. The music videos as sped up farmers dancing and a cat that looks exactly like mine (both one-eyed and orange), and is a perfect mix of vulnerable and silly. This really seems like someone who was genuinely making something fun and expressing himself, and just happened to almost win Eurovision in the process.

Here's to hoping Eurovision actually happens next year after everything that went down, and if you're curious my least favorite songs were the offensively boring entries from Israel and Albania.

#eurovision #eurovision 2024 #europapa #music review #music recommendation

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at first I lovedddd the webcomic, it's my favourite webcomic of all time. Sometimes I felt like things were rushed (cough cough.. bone dragon arc...) And just seemed off in the story, like it wasn't even meant to be in it but I didn't mind it bc I liked the silliness and lightheartedness of the story until I read the q&a. I was so thrown off by how "rude" the artist seemed and when it got to the point where someone asked about all the changes that's when I was like "changes? You mean they changed a few things about the story from the original novel?". I then started digging around and that's when I found ur blogs and wow, the whole story changed perspectives for me. After reading more and more I found out exactly how complex Lloyds character is and his relationship with other characters and the whole "Javiers hair is mint green cuz silver is hard to draw" as a just beginner artist I thought was very stupid. I tried reading the novel after finding out how much was actually changed and how the novel is more complex and filled out than the novel but I'm too small brained and trying to read something with mostly words makes my head actually spin and lose interest (which is why I only read the adaptations of stuff a d never the novels) . I find it quite sad actually bc at first when we got introduced to og Lloyd in the newest chapter I instantly fell in love with him because I like his type of character and I find him very relatable, always blaming others (even tho I know I'm wrong), making excuses, violent behaviour, actually somewhat caring about things but mostly not really and using alcohol (for me it's daydreaming) as a way to escape. Or at least that's how I see him in the webcomic and yeah that's why I find him very relatable. I love him so much even more than Kim (y'all don't attack me for this T^T) but after reading ur blog about him and realising he's completely different and much more whiny and shitty in the novel I'm just like "aw man, my fav character that most people hate is actually supposed to be a absolute bitch with no good or relatable thing about him(I still love webcomic him tho)" . I'm very disappointed with the webcomic now honestly and would love to read the novel but again I just literally can't read only words (if u have any suggestions on how to make it easier and more interesting to read novels wiithout literally having to bang my head on my table because of all the words and no pictures that would be really great!! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

Wait now that I'm reading this I realised I went completely off course and just saying stuff about myself , I understand if ya don't reply or have anything to say cuz honestly neither would I T^T

sorry it took me so long to reply!

you are so valid nonnie i appreciate you took me along your journey <3

as for ways to read novels more easily! mmhh personally i've never really struggled with binge reading, so take my words with a grain of salt, but i've heard doing it in small chunks helps! you don't have to rush through a novel, you can do it at your pace. maybe you can liveblog it, point out stuff you like or made you laugh or just notice while you read. tged specifically has a lot of chapters but most of them hover around the 2.5-2.7k word count, so you can read one chapter at a time without getting to overwhelmed. the writing style is very simple, has constant breaks and also it does have illustrations for every chapter! if that helps!

if you can do it, maybe also changing the font or the spacing can help. personally i like clear fonts without too much embellishments and 1.15 spacing, but you can experiment until you find a font that you can read easily.

i hope some of this is useful, like i said, not really my area of expertise but i really hope you can enjoy the novel! it's really good and i think you'll have a lot of fun reading it if you enjoyed the webcomic as it is!

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous

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He Came With The Rain

I never thought I'd be posting my writing to the internet and yet here I am. I hope it's good, I didn't fully know what I wanted to do with this story but it still came out nice in my opinion. This is a self insert story with my character, Chinami.

Tw: Implied stalking

Essentially, Tomura breaks into Chinami's house.

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It was a foggy afternoon. Outside the wind howled as rain feel from the sky and onto the dimly lit streets. Chinami never liked dark, cloudy days, they always made her feel alone. Thankfully, she didn't have any plans today but on the other hand, now she's just sitting in her house with the feeling of loneliness creeping up all around her. She decided to get a snack, thinking it would make her feel better. She walked in the kitchen and picked up one of the muffins she baked yesterday, then went to grab milk. It was getting late and Chinami knew she should start dinner instead but when she started feeling depressed it was hard to do much of anything, let alone cook a meal. She put the milk away then started heading back to bed.

An hour had passed and the rain still wasn't letting up. At this point, Chinami had started to feel better; now watching her favorite show while snacking on something else. She was watching the credits when her font door flew open. She jumped hearing the door slam against the wall, Chinami's heart sank. Did someone break in? She grabbed her phone and slowly climbed out of bed. She dialed 911, but she didn't actually call just in case it was just a false alarm. She peeked her head out of the door way. No one was there. She carefully headed towards the front door. It was wide open and rain was pouring into the house. She looked around, checking any potential hiding spots before closing and locking the door. She sighed at the small pool of water at her feet, but brushed it aside for now. She still wasn't sure she was safe.

Chinami opened every door in the house, looked behind the couch, in the pantry, the closet, cabinets even. Nothing. Just to be sure, she checked her room and outside. Still nothing. She sighed with relief, feeling a weight off her chest. She collected herself before going to get a towel. She took off her jacket and hung it up, then cleaned up the water at the front door. After all the excitement, Chinami wanted nothing more than to lay back down. She trudged to her room, kicked off her house shoes and climbed into bed. Chinami knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. So she grabbed her earbuds and started listening to music. Just laying there, sinking further and further into the rhythm of the song.

It was annoying. It was annoying being suffocated under a bed. At least it was clean. Well, as clean as it could be. Tomura could hear Chinami's soft breathing above him. This wasn't supposed to have happened. He saw the clouds and the fog roll in but it couldn't be helped. He was a long way from home and his last mission was exhausting. Lucky for him, she lived nearby. Chinami was Tomura's newest obsession. He knew the way to her house as if it was his own.

"Such a silly girl." He thought.

He heard her shuffle through the entire house looking for him.

"Such a silly. Little. Girl..."

The one place she didn't look. Under her own bed. He couldn't blame her for not checking, it was a tight fit. If this would've happened before he became the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front, he probably would've fit better. His slim figure becoming a bit larger after his fight. He carefully crawled out from under her bed, standing up and brushing himself off. He looked down at her sleeping figure. He watched as her chest slowly rose and fell. He could watch her forever but he wanted to shower and then do what he actually came there for and rest. He made his way to her bathroom closing the door behind him. Tomura had been watching Chinami for sometime. He knew that she isn't a heavy sleeper but won't wake up unless her body is directly disturbed. A short shower that blends into the already pouring rain is nothing. He knew she'd sleep right through it.

Afterwards, Tomura simply put back on what he was wearing. Assuming none of Chinami's clothes would fit. He kept a towel around his shoulders as to not get water everywhere and headed to the kitchen. He checked the fridge, nothing. He checked the pantry, nothing. Well, at least nothing he found particularly appetizing. He looked over and saw the muffins Chinami had baked. He wasn't the biggest fan of sweets but curiosity got the better of him and went for one. He just stared at it for a moment; it was strawberry. He finally decided to take a bite, surprised by how much he enjoyed it. He picked up another before heading back to Chinami's room. He watched her from the doorway for a bit. Tomura knew he couldn't sleep with her. Not tonight. She would immediately wake up and he'd lose his place for the night. Tomura decided to sleep on the couch and then leave before she woke up. She would never even know he was there. He left her room and headed for the living room. He plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. As he was eating, exhaustion finally kicked in forcing Tomura to call it a night and turn off the TV. He laid down and within seconds, he was asleep.

Chinami woke to the sound of birds and the sun streaming through her curtains. She smiled, this was her favorite way to start a day. A huge contrast to the day before. The day before. Instantly, Chinami's smile faded and she no longer felt safe. She didn't even remember falling asleep. What if she had missed a spot? She got out of bed, refusing to even use the bathroom before checking again. She started with her bedroom, then the bathroom. It didn't take long to find her intruder. Chinami's heart sank to her stomach upon seeing him. He was just there. Sleeping. But what made it worse was the realization that it wasn't just some man. It was Shigaraki, She stood frozen, watching him. She didn't know what to do. Calling the police was an option but she left her phone in bed. Even if she had it, she wasn't sure she would even be able to speak. Regardless, Chinami didn't actually want to call the police. She would never say it out loud, but she admired him. So as much as this situation was terrifying, it was also a golden opportunity. Her indecisiveness kept her feet anchored to the ground. Her body was unmoving. while her mind raced. Chinami found herself just staring at him. The longer she looked, the more she noticed about him. His pale skin, a scar across his right eye and one across his lips. Her interest piqued even more seeing the little birth mark below his mouth. It was weird to see amongst his dry and scarred face. But he was beautiful. Pure white strands of hair fell over his face slightly covering his eyes. They we're always so harsh and uninviting, so it was weird seeing him look at her with such a soft and tired expression. Wait. Chinami's heart almost stopped when she realized he was awake. He quickly sat up and she took a step back. She wanted to say something but nothing came out. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Tomura was staring daggers into her.

"Why the fuck didn't I wake up?" Tomura asked himself.

What if she called the police or a hero? He stood up and walked up to her. Chinami quickly covered her face with her arms, preparing for impact. But nothing came.

"Did you tell anyone about this?" Tomura asked, his voice stern and harsh.

"N-No!"

"If you're lying I won't hesitate to kill you."

It was an empty threat. If anything, with his presence known he would just take her back home with him. Whether she liked it or not. He wasn't going to kill someone so important to him.

"I... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Chinami exclaimed.

She was always over-apologetic. Apologizing for the smallest things or nothing at all. She just wanted to make sure that if it was ever her fault, that everyone knew how sorry she was. Even if it was completely out of her control. Tomura was confused.

"If you didn't do anything why are you sorry?"

"I don't know. Sorry."

"Stop."

"Sorry!"

Tomura sighed.

"Why didn't you call anyone? Do you not know who I am?" He asked.

"Yes, I know. I-I just..." Chinami trailed off. "I didn't want you to get ca-caught..." She whispered.

Tomura was shocked. She had protected him.

"You really are something, aren't you?" He said, a smile forming on his face.

"Are you a fan of mine or somethin?"

Chinami didn't reply, only slowly brought her arms back to her sides. She didn't look at him, staring down at her feet instead. Tomura was captivated by her. Finally seeing her up close was exhilarating. She was everything he imagined and more. He grabbed her waist and pulled her close. Chinami quickly looked up at him in shock. Now that she could actually see him, she realized just how tall he was. It was intimidating. Chinami tried to pull away but his grip on her was tight.

"Where are you trying to run off to? If you like me enough not to have me arrested, then this shouldn't be an issue. Should it?" Tomura whispered into her ear.

She whimpered at the feeling of his breath on her, making him chuckle a bit.

"You know Chinami." Her eyes widened. How did he know her name? "You could say I'm a fan of you as well."

"Wha-What...?"

"Mhm... I've been waiting for this day for a while now. And now that I know you feel the same way." He moved from Chinami's ear to face her, his smile growing. "We're gonna be spending a lot more time together..."

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apronapril · 8 months

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Apron April: Full Main Story

This is the version that isn't separated by chapters!

PART ONE

Magical girls exist in some worlds. Magical girls do the good deeds for these worlds. But this is April who we’re talking about. Right, this girl… she’s so weird, but I can’t help but love her. She can barely spell words (I have no idea how she got into College), and she has no powers whatsoever! Her battle moves are kind of okay, but it’s depressing… she really does feel like an April Fool’s joke, at least 90% of the time. But how could you not love someone so precious?

applepie.com

@saintapril

Some people defy monsters who steal their belongins, or that ate their family or destroyed their hous. I am diferent. I defy the monsters that live within people. Whih monsters you ask/ Well, those that make you do dirty stuff, like leave your family or have a babies before marrige. And also I kill succubi and inccubi with my sword. Please click on this link saintapril.com/pricing so you can see my prices. I will do any job you need for just a few bucks. They don’t call me ‘Defier of all odds and crisis, April!’ for no reason ;)

My number is XX-XXX-XX. You can also DM me.

Please don’t prank call or call the cops on me again.

(I do not fight zombies or any kind of living dead creture!! Deal with that youself!!)

“So, how do you like it, May? Maaaay, I’m talking to you!”

“Huh?” I took off my earbuds and looked at her computer screen. “Well, there are some typos, but you’re advertising your services well.” It’s not like threats did exist… this silly April, what the hell was she even fighting? Lust? How could you fight that? But she swore to fight it forever. I guess I can’t help it. “Also, they don’t call you that… it’s ‘Apron April’, from the last advertisement you made at the public park.”

“Thanks, May… by the way, do you like my logo? I downloaded a very cute font!”

“I like it, April, but you wrote your name wrong… seriously, are you dyslexic or something?” Our days were always like that. She would made me help make up a costume for her, that honestly looked like was about to bake treats for her traditional husband. It was silly, but cute indeed. Well, she did look like a little treat in that, hehe. Although… her mind didn’t seem to comprehend that. April swore that “sexual desires” didn’t actually exist, and it was pure evil. As if… it’s not like she had never thought about it, right? Although the school we graduated from was quite… hm… religious… it never seemed to work for anyone else. She always said that “you can ‘do it’ with someone you love, but without dirty thoughts”. Which was impossible, right? I loved April… I’ve been loving her for so long. As a friend, mostly, but maybe as something else, too. She was stupid to trip on her own foot. I felt like protecting her against all evil, against everyone who made fun of her… but, at the same time, I wanted to make her bite her own tongue and swallow her words. I wanted to prove her wrong. After all, I knew how good of a liar she was. I had never told her - but I knew her every move, her every thought. I knew how she felt. I knew she was bluffing. Deep inside, she was just like anyone else. Some fucked up part of me wanted to strip her to that truth. I just had to hold back, and not do that. Right? We were April and May, after all. I couldn’t bear losing her to some stupid “I was right” thought.

She was looking at her computer, when she seemed surprised. I wonder what it was? She promptly showed me a message.

@christoph_er

Hello, St. April

I’ve been worried my girlfriend might be a succubus. She always invites me to the bed, well, sometimes it’s not even the bed, but the shower or sofa. We’re not married yet! I think she wants my young body, or my soul, or something like that. Could you do something?

@saintapril HELLO CHIRS

sorry caps

YES!! I can end that for you. please send me your adress and her descrpiton or picture. do you understand the 150 gold price is necessary? i need to dispose the body and it is heavy to carry.

@christoph_er

Sure, St. April. I’ll send you some pictures, and my address. Thank you.

@saintapril

ok. be there tomorrow by 2pm. lure her in!! woud you like to pay additional fee for cleaning?30 gold. let me know, crhis! as a garantee please send me half of the mony beforehand and the remainig after im done!! but bewre: this will kill her, chrsi. do you understand that?

@christoph_er

Hm, no… I’ll let the cleaning lady deal with that. Well, it’s a deal, then. I’ll pay you right away. And, yeah, I don’t mind if she dies.

@saintapril

AWEOSOME!!!! THANKS FOR BEING MY FIRST CLIENT. WILL NOT DISAPPINT!!!

“God, you’re really doing that, April?”

“Yeah!! I need to clean this world, May!” It made me uneasy… but, she would probably fail, right? She was dumb, and her body was so fragile… stupid April…

The next day, it was about four PM when April arrived at the apartment we shared. She was fucked up. There was blood all over her… some scars. But she had the dumbest grin on her face! She was so happy.

“I did it, May! I ended the succubus!”

“Oh…” I was quite speechless. Well, that succubus was not actually dead, but surely was going to be in trouble in the underworld. April looked at me, with her silly little eyes. I heard her inner voice say: “Why isn’t May praising me?”… ugh, that girl… I petted her head, and told her to shower.

As she left, and I was with only myself, I could see my reflection in the glass. It was looking at me with eyes that pierced my own soul. I told myself, “make her eat her own hypocrisy.” I shook my head. She was stupid, indeed, but she was my precious April! I wouldn’t hurt her, by any means… unless… if I didn’t hurt her to the point it made her stop, someone else would hurt her… she was a mortal, after all… as I was finishing cleaning the kitchen, I pondered what was the closest thing to the sanest option, and maybe I could try that….

PART TWO

I thought about it almost too hard. I had to come up with a good plan… it was for her own good, for the world’s own good. Right? I tried justifying my actions. So I started doing it… for April’s sake, I had to stop her somehow.

“MAAAAAAAY!!” We were walking through campus, when she yelled that loudly.

“What happened?”

“L-look!” She showed me a couple, kissing… no, it wasn’t just “kissing”, it was full on “making out”. The two boys didn’t seem to mind it. Well, April was a somewhat conservative, but it was different from usual. Let me explain. She was fine with all kinds of love and identities. What she didn’t like was, in her words, ‘filth’. She said it was unnatural (although it’s not) and that it should be stopped. It didn’t matter to her if it was two boys, two girls, a boy and a girl or whatever else: the fact they were horny mattered to her. Well, that was a case of a simple aphrodisiac spell I had cast early on. Nothing too crazy, they would keep it in their pants for a while, if they weren’t too bold. But for April, it was too much to kiss like that (as they were, more like eating each other’s tongue than kissing). She went there, waving her little arms, separating the two boys. Thankfully, they just yelled at her instead of calling the police — like it had happened before.

We kept going with our day, without a lot happening. But she had a troubled look on her face. In the cafeteria, I cast the same spell again, and another couple was getting a little… nastier? God, I didn’t feel happy about that, okay? But it was, in a way, my own nature. I loved seeing her get all red and mad. Still, what I wanted the most, was to show her she was just like them. But I couldn’t just use a spell on her… it had to come naturally. I would do it somehow. Just think, May… that time, she tried using her sword, which scared the hell out of the couple. She was happy, so… no, wait! May! That’s no good! Ugh…

So… should the enemy threaten her somehow? I know everything about April. It’s easy to infiltrate… but it’s not easy to be “the other one” if she wants me by her side. So, I sent a message to her, from a very awkward applepie profile I created. I chose a random ass name, Lya, and typed out something that I thought wasn’t that bad.

@lya69696969

April… you, who claim to be a saint, shall fall like every other human. I will not spare your soul, but I will expose it, so everyone can see clearly what you’re made of. You messed with the wrong thing, girl. You shall suffer the consequences, and will taste your own blood very soon. I will bewitch people around you, from the ones you don’t care about to the ones you love the most, and everyone will show how dirty they actually are. It will be unbearable, to the point you will have to surrender. And then, I win.

Was it too creepy? Too cringy? Would she buy it? Two minutes after I sent it, she came running to my room. I was in my so-called ‘dad shorts’ and a random rock T-shirt, no bra. One may say: why would that be important? Well, because I can hear her thoughts. She came to tell me about the new threat, but all I could hear was some kind of… gasping…? I didn’t think I looked that hot, although I had just showered and my hair was a little wet. But, as much as her little mouth was so against any kind of ‘unholiness’, her mind seemed to think otherwise. I hated that someone so easy to read could play pretend like that. Was she that unaware of herself? If I had questioned my methods before, I started believing them even more.

“May… I need to save the world from this demon!”

“Yeah, sure.” I was unamused, like always.

“Come on! Can’t you show more excitement?” Hmm… I could hype her up, but I was getting a little tired. I petted her head again. She thought something like ‘please touch me more, May’…

“Aren’t you scared, April? You’re just human, after all.”

“I have a passion, May… and I’m, like, the main character, right?” She looked at me with a dumb face. I mean, well, yeah, if it was a movie she would be in the title, but it would be something like… April & May or whatever.

“Don’t push it. I’m afraid you’ll get hurt, April.” We both sat down.

“May…” She looked at me with sweet eyes… how she changed… it was kind of annoying sometimes that she could be the stupidest and the prettiest girl ever. “You wouldn’t let that happen, right?”

“W-what?! Well, I’m telling you!! Give up on that.”

“But I can’t give up now… there’s someone after me.”

“M-maybe if you said, ‘I’m not against it anymore’, they wouldn’t mess with you, right?”

“May…”

“Yes?” She looked at me very seriously.

“Are you stupid?” Wow. Now, that was unfair. “You can’t deal with demons like that…! Besides… people will suffer if I don’t do anything.” She was right, kind of. I had dug my own grave. “You’ll be with me, right, May?” She intertwined our fingers… why did it feel like that? At times when my own thoughts seemed more like random scribbles, I could barely read her mind…

“I-I… don’t know, April. Seems like it’s your mission. I will be waiting for you to come back each day.”

“That’s enough, then. Because you’re my precious May.” I felt bad, for a moment. Should I confess? “But I also couldn’t bear if this person attacked you… what if they made you act weird, or say filthy things…” Never mind… I hate that. Come on! Someone who looks at my boobs all the time, should actually act like sex is evil?

“You’ll do something, right?” I wanted to tease her.

“I’ll fight it to the end, May.”

“Oh…” I wanted to be mean, but I couldn’t do it face to face.

“Because I love May so much, I can’t have her hurt by any means.”

“I appreciate that, April… I love you so much, too.” That was true, though. I loved her more than anything else. Somehow, we fell to our backs, still holding hands.

“When it all ends, and I defeat this person, and I bring peace to the world… I want you to do something for me.” We looked at each other, it felt so sweet. I wish things were secrets and surprises to me, but my own nature deceived me once again. Her words were clear in her little head: “stop being my friend and become my wife”.

I wanted to hear that from her own mouth, with her own voice… and it hurt, because now we were enemies. I didn’t stop to think before, that she would eventually know it was me, and that she could hate me. It didn’t matter how much I loved her, we were enemies now. I was stabbing her back, while she smiled at me. I was the worst.

“Well, I think I’m off to sleep… I need to be prepared for tomorrow.”

But, for some odd reason, I wanted to destroy that facade. Would that mean I would destroy our relationship? That I would destroy April herself? If I was smart, I would say, “hey, it was me. It was a silly joke, please ignore that.”, and come up with another way of having her to stop the magical girl thing. Still, I was me. So I went with it.

PART THREE

April had become worse. I felt dumb, somehow, as if my plan was not as perfect as I thought it to be. Still… I couldn’t back down. I couldn’t just pretend nothing was happening!! Well… could I? It still felt weird, being by her side, but not on her side.

We had a broken lamp (it was all April’s fault, and I’d rather not comment on that, from my own sanity), so we went shopping for a new one. We decided to get some other stuff for our home, too… like, they were all on sale, so why not?

“May, May, this is so you!” April pointed to a… I didn’t understand what it was… it was kind of an animal, or some creature, wearing a tuxedo and a hat. This is because I, when we graduated from high school, was in a very butch phase and I couldn’t bear to wear a dress. So I wore a suit instead. She insisted, every time anyone else worse a suit, that “it looked so much like me”.

Still, she was happy while shopping, so I was happy too... If it wasn’t for that. Well, let me explain. My origins are from the underworld, of course, but that’s a secret. I’m not in touch with my family, so I never “learned” to tame my powers, it just happened quite naturally. But it seems that, when I’m careless or distressed, my powers are activated against my own will. So, it has happened quite a few times that I accidentally triggered April’s anti-unholiness nature… without actually wanting to do it. (People seem happy before she starts to beat them up, though). The more I think of it, the more I realize… we should both be in jail.

“Whoa, May, who’d think that if you buy a lot of little things that cost 2 to 8 golds, it would add up to almost a hundred?”

“Well, anyone who knows math? Do we need these trinkets, April? Do we really need them?”

“It’s a good decoration. Besiiiiiides, look at this!” She showed me a little saint. “Isn’t it just like me?” I also saw her grabbing that weird animal thing. Was she really going to pair them up? We were about to pay, when:

“Uh-oh, May…”

“Yes?”

“I forgot my wallet.” She said as she was furiously searching her bad. She was kidding, right? I wasn’t gonna pay for all of that trash…

“Can you pay?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeease, I’ll pay you back!”

“In the 14 years I’ve known you, you’ve never paid me back!”

“Well, that’s in the past, May… I promise I’ll pay this time. Pleeeeease!!” I sighed… people were looking, I hated the attention.

“Ugh, fine…” I paid. It was stupid, I know, but she was my weak spot. Her little smile, her fang-like teeth showing…

We left the store, with bags that were way too heavy.

“So, where are we having lunch?”

“At home. I’m not paying for your lunch, y’know?”

“You’re so mean, May…” Still, she held onto my arm.

“I’m not your rich husband.” She giggled.

“It’s kind of like that, though.”

“Well, I’m not rich! I work hard for the little I earn!”

“You won’t deny the husband part?” I looked at her, and sighed again.

“Nope.”

“That’s good to hear, May.”

“I’m not a man, though.” I looked at her, who was still giggling.

“I know. It’s better that way.” I wonder what that meant. April wasn’t the kind of girl that would be proud to date another girl… if anything, it would be a secret. As much as I loved her, I wasn’t interested in that kind of relationship.

“I love you a lot, May.” I thought I was reading her thoughts again, but it was her mouth moving.

“D-don’t say it here…” Again, people were looking. April surely stood out.

“You don’t love me back?”

“I just spent all the money I had for the weekend on you and your dumb stuff. I think that’s enough proof.”

“Right, right…” Were we flirting? Were us two just friends getting along? The more I loved her, the more I hated her. My heart was confused and my blood, starting to boil.

After we went home, ate and did our chores, April was watching a movie when I told her I had to leave. I went to an old hiding spot that was under my family’s possessions (and I needed magic to see and enter the place). I started thinking about what could be done that day. I put on a mask, a dress that was way too unlikely for May to wear, and convinced myself I was someone else.

I left with another spell in mind… it was the weekend, so the clubs and bars were full. It was perfect for me to do something. I planned to just make people a little frisky… but, accidentally, I got a little stressed and ended up worsening the spell. Was there so much hatred inside my heart? Anger? Lingering? Yearning? What was it that made someone so self-composed to lose herself?

It took a few minutes, but there was a news coverage there. People were acting crazy, when I meant to make them just a little out of their minds, I actually made them extremely angry. They were fighting. She seemed to have heard the news, because in moments, she was there. It was when we met face to face for the first time. I was scared, but I looked different… the mask, the dress, I also had a wig on, my voice sounded deeper and wouldn’t give up on using my powers.

“You! Stop doing it!” Actually, I couldn’t… I didn’t know how to stop messing up… still…

“Hahahaha! You moron… you can’t defeat me!” Come on, I had to think of all of those magical girl anime and superhero movies I genuinely despised too much… how could I act like a villain when it was so cringy that I wanted to curl up and die?

“Why are you doing this?” She couldn’t fly, then she ran. She had no powers, so she just… fucking used a hammer against my head? Well, good I was prepared and drank a strength potion, but… whoa, it still hurt, even if I took little damage from it. “I hate you, and I hate everyone who is evil and dirty!”

We had quite a gruesome fight. I hurt her, too… it was like… I didn’t have my own reasoning anymore. I hated her at that time… it wasn’t the April I loved, it was someone against me. So we fought, and fought, until she broke the mask. I had to back down. I hurriedly left the scene, the last thing I saw was some blood on her face. I had done that to her? I didn’t know…

I healed myself, no marks, no signs… but, damn, it hurt. I went home and she wasn’t there yet. I waited, and waited, until I fell asleep on the sofa. What were we, even? Fucking best friends who said “I love you”, and yet, had a relationship that would never bloom? Or… enemies, trying to kill each other?

What was my motive again? What was I trying to do? Did it matter that her own motives were dumb as hell? Us… as simple as that, it would never come to fruition, right? Maybe we were better off as enemies. I though… “I’ll end everything I have with her, and I’m going to fight her ‘till the end…”, when she arrived home. Again, she had a grin on her face.

“May… here, from earlier today.” She gave me back the money. Why was April so fucking unfair?

“You’re all hurt…” And I had done that. I was so much stronger, I was so much more powerful… She went to the kitchen (part of our small apartment) and started boiling some water. I went after her and hugged her from the back.

“Promise me, April, you won’t get hurt again, please…” I cried like a baby as I hugged her deeply. I knew I would end up killing her if she didn’t back down.

“I can’t, May… I swore to the people I would protect them from that monster.”

“April…”

“It’s okay!” She turned her back and gave me a thumbs up. Still, I looked depressed as hell. “I won’t die.”

“You’re not immortal, you know, April… you’re just human.”

“We’ve talked about this before.” She continued to ignore my begging. There’s nothing I can do, I guess…

I helped her clean herself, gave her some pain medicine, put band-aids on her cuts… after a full day, she went to bed. No matter the problem, April would always sleep peacefully.

“I love you, May, because you’re so pure to me.” I wanted to die. Not only was I trying to kill her, what I actually wanted our relationship to be was so dirty… I felt like we had some kind of disconnection, maybe my own magic powers were fucked up, but I felt like I suddenly couldn’t read her mind anymore. Or, that there was nothing left there. Knowing April, it could’ve been that. Haa… who am I trying to fool by making jokes at this point… I’m such a jerk. I’m sorry, April.

To worsen my guilt, when I couldn’t sleep, April invaded my room at night.

“Yes?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“Nope… I was on my phone.”

“It’s almost 3AM, though.”

“You know I have trouble sleeping…”

“Yeah… can I come?”

“Of course.” I put my phone aside, and she joined me in bed.

“I dreamed of you, May…”

“Really?”

“Yeah… I was in a lot of danger, and you came to save me. Although you say you don’t want me to do this, and that it’s too bad, you wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me, right?”

“I… wouldn’t.” I lied. Oh… I had become such a terrible being.

“That’s why I love May so much.”

“You say that, April, but you don’t mean it, right?” I thought… maybe if I made April hate me, maybe if she found me gross, she would leave, and I wouldn’t have to pretend to be a good friend.

“Of course, I mean it!” She held my hand. “Ever since we met, I’ve loved you, May… because we’re April and May, right? You’re the only one who seems to understand me, and you support me in your own way…” It hurt so much, and I couldn’t even know what was on her mind. I didn’t know what she was going to say. I didn’t know what she thought, deep down.

“Still… friends don’t say that kind of stuff.” Maybe they said, but I wanted to annoy her.

“Then, maybe we shouldn’t be friends, May.” She gave me a sweet look. “Maybe we’re something else. Something so pure, no one could ever destroy.”

Again, I had failed… the words I wanted to hear for so many years were now things I despised. I had an internal battle, and I would lose it either way.

“April…”

“Maybe we should get married or something.” I looked at her, speechless. “Well, you have to go out first, and then marry, right?”

“Kinda how it goes, yes.”

“So, do you want that?” I had to say no. By all means, I had to say no.

“Yes.” Fucking bitch.

So, this is kind of how April and I were finally going out… and, also, on a mission to kill each other.

PART FOUR

So, April and I were dating somehow? Holding hands was okay. Hugging was okay. We hadn’t kissed yet, because, in her words, “You should kiss during the wedding day”. As much as I hated the situation I put myself into, that’s what I’ve always wanted, right? Was I really that bad? → Yes, I was. This specific day, I wanted to buy myself some underwear, since everything was so worn out already. My back was killing me, and it could be from all the fighting and how badly I slept, but my boobs could also be the problem. Thus, we went shopping.

It had been so long since I had last listened to her thoughts. I thought it was gone, completely gone, but when I entered the fitting room, I heard some weird voices, almost like screams. Was it her? It made me giggle a little. I asked her if she wanted to see if it fit well — not even thinking a lot about it. She entered the little place, and we were face to face. April was a few inches shorter, but our eyes still met.

“So…”

“It’s… pretty, May. You’re pretty.” We were both really red… it was awkward.

“T-thanks…” April was clumsy, to the point she tripped and fell on her own. That day, it was no different. Somehow, in a matter of seconds, we were both on the ground. Her hands holding for dear life on my breasts. What the…? I could hear a crazy, inner monologue. She ran from the room, and we met after, when I went to purchase it → by the way, it was a simple gym bra.

After that, I stopped hearing her inner voice, but it was fun that I hadn’t lost the ability entirely.

It had been… what… a few weeks, yeah, since all of that. Since we first fought, since we started going out… April, who was seen as a weirdo, now was seen quite more like a… well… hero? People still called her ‘Apron April’, but with more love.

I was feeling lost… torn between being the best girlfriend I could, to being the one to bring her demise. I was a demonic creature, after all, and April was just a saint in play-pretend. We would fight, and I would always come up with excuses for why I wasn’t there. April being a fool helped a lot, too, because she didn’t seem to notice… or, maybe… she would never think I, out of everyone else, could be a villain. That’s what I thought.

We met after a fight ensued downtown. I, with my dumb costume on, April, with the dumber one. She was actually becoming good at fighting me, and I had to use more and more magic to be able to defeat that stupid 108lb girl, when I was almost double her size! Well, it went like this: we started fighting → she yelled nonsense → I got angrier and angrier → she took A GIANT PAIR OF SCISSORS OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHERE DID SHE EVEN BUY IT??? → she tried to cut my neck???? → she ended up ripping my dress → I had my upper body exposed. At that moment, she fell silent. And she looked at me, in utter despise.

“May?” WHAT? How could she… I messed up the spell that kept me in the air, and fell down. She went after me. “Is it you?” She tried taking the (new) mask off, but I held her wrists tight.

“N-nonsense…”

“I know it’s you, May, of course I know.” I was ashamed, so I took off the mask, revealing my bare face.

“How do you know?”

“Well, your boobs… there’s no way I couldn’t tell they are yours.” She looked and sounded serious as fuck, so I knew she wasn’t joking for sure.

“You look at them too much for someone who claims to hate sex!” I yelled.

“I don’t hate sex! I hate filth! You know that better than anyone else!”

“Well, guess what? I’m filthy, and you’re filthy, April! No one is safe from that! We all think of that kind of stuff!” We were yelling at each other, as if we were in our own world.

“I don’t!”

“You don’t? Many times, I’ve read your mind, and I heard your dirty thoughts, April! You’re a hypocrite!”

“That’s why you’re doing all of this?” I came to my senses.

“Well… kind of.” It’s embarrassing to say. “You’d always say these stupid things, and then you started to fight people being happy… it annoys the hell out of me!”

“Do you think that’s fair, May? Fight me like that?”

“It’s not like words alone work on you!”

“What even are you? You’re not human, right?”

“I’m part of the underworld… obviously…”

“All of this time, you’ve deceived me?”

“Listen, I was trying to do something for your own good! B-but it became so heavy I couldn’t hold it with my own hands anymore… I’m sorry, April…” It came from the bottom of my heart.

“So, I’m the villain, May? Because I’ve never seen it that way. You know why I hate it when humans surrender to their desires, right? That’s why my mom left for that young guy, and my father couldn’t take it.” Well, I knew that, but her world view had become so weird that I forgot about that.

“It’s not like you’re the villain… but you can’t punish people for doing this kind of stuff.”

“What about the demons, the succubi?”

“Well, they’re not that bad, you know? They’re kind of like family to me, so it makes me mad that you’re hurting them, too!”

“Fine… I get that.” April fell silent for a moment. “I guess you’re right, May. Then, if I’m the villain… what the hell is that behind you?” I looked in that direction, and there was a huge monster behind us. We looked at each other, with a lot of fear in our faces. I’ve studied about monsters, I’ve defeated them, I’ve befriended them… but I’ve never seen that. It was like a huge black fog, but it seemed to have a solid body. It had a creepy smile, and soul-piercing eyes. I gasped… April held my hand. “I hate you so much right now, May, but I’ll love you forever. Can we finish fighting after we kill whatever this is?”

“Y-yes, April… I love you, too.”

It seemed like the monster had gotten less scary. April jumped in the air, and went for its guts. The sword entered the thing, but it didn’t seem to damage it. I didn’t get it. It slapped her, and she fell to the ground. I went to her rescue.

“Ughh… May, we’re done… this thing is so much bigger than us.” April looked really hurt and defeated. She nervously laughed. “If we die, I just want you to know that… I understand I am just like everyone else… I just don’t know how to deal with that. I’m afraid, May. All I’ve learned my whole life was that it was bad… how could I not fight it?” That was it. We needed to fight ourselves.

“April, I’m really sorry. You’re going to have to be strong.” I faced her, and gasped again. She was about to say something, when I kissed her deeply. I had closed my eyes, but I slowly opened them and checked our surroundings. It was indeed getting weaker. As I ended our so-wished kiss, she brought her hands to her mouth… but she didn’t seem to hate it entirely.

“May…”

“Do you get it now? We have to fight what’s within. We have to be honest. I know it’s hard, so I’ll start… the reason I lied to you about my origin, is that I knew about how your family was a family of monster hunters. I wanted to be your friend, because I used to resent being from the underworld so much… but as I grew, I realized it was a part of me, just as loving you was a part of me too.” I looked at her, forgetting about everything else. She seemed to understand what I meant.

“May, I… feel things for you, sometimes… I want to touch you, and want you to touch me. But I’m afraid we’re going to hell for that.”

“Well, I was born there… it’s not that bad, you know. Just a little cold.”

“It’s not burning hot?”

“Nope.” We were laughing, and we looked at each other again, soon joining our foreheads, and then we went for another kiss. I think April threw everything she knew away, and deepened our kiss. I was happy, finally happy. I could feel the monster dissipating, the fog going away… and we were, once again, April and May. As we separated:

“Do you hate me, April?”

“Well… I can’t say I’m not mad, May… but I think we can overcome this, right?”

“Yes. So, now that it’s over, do you want to-” As I was speaking, a guy interrupted me.

“Hey, you two? You’re under arrest.”

Apparently, people ‘liked’ April because I had accidentally bewitched them into liking her, while my own feelings of wanting to be with her overflowed. You couldn’t actually just beat the shit out of people for making out on campus. And I was considered a monster, to put it simply, and what I had done was against the conduct code. While some monsters could co-exist with humans, we had to abdicate magic and visiting the underworld.

We spent the night in jail, and in the next day, when her dad came to “rescue” us. He was quite an influential man, and he convinced them I would be educated in order to not do that anymore. We had to swear we wouldn’t carry weapons anymore, that we wouldn’t fight, and that we would never wear those clothes again. And so we did.

After about a whole afternoon of scolding, we were back at our apartment. I didn’t really know what to do, and I think neither did April.

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked while I was, once again, cleaning her skin… this time, it was mostly the monster who did it and not me. It still hurt, though.

“Hm… I don’t know… but, like, take-out, right?”

“Yeah, sure. I don’t wanna cook today and if you try to cook we’re going to jail again.” We laughed, and then she said “ouch”, because it still hurt a fucking lot.

“May… you could have talked to me, you know.”

“Well, I guess I couldn’t. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay… I’m also sorry, for never being honest. I mean…” She held my hand. “Until now…” She gave me a look I have never seen before, and then looked to the side. I wondered what it meant for a moment, and then I said:

“Do you want to postpone dinner a little bit?”

“Yes.”

We were finally happy and satisfied after that. ♡

END OF MAIN STORY

Author’s comment: Hello! I had envisioned this because I wanted, like, to parody the genre. The whole idea actually came from listening to a stupid song, from a yuri couple I like a lot… it’s very obscure, so most people might not know. I’ll tell you if you ask~. I have some trouble trying to finish series, so this might come off as rushed, but it’s as good as it could ever be. If you feel interested in drawing these characters, please ask me about better descriptions, and I’ll tell you exactly how I imagine them. Also, if this, somehow, gets a little following, I will write more about them! I can think, now, of a few things I could use these characters for, thus, tell me if you’re interested! (Also, I might just write a NSFW short chapter, too.)

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ironbloodcd · 10 months

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It was a spur of the moment gift, a baby shirt that had caught his eye whilst he was out shopping, and it was without a second thought that he had purchased it. Now there he was, showing it off to Salem with the world's largest grin, as if he had been a GENIUS to gift it to him.

The onesie was plain white, though at the chest of it was a bright red, familiar looking vehicle-- a firetruck. With text splashed around the image in a variety of fonts, collectively, it read as this: "Sometimes I pretend I'm a Firetruck, and SCREAM"

"Well? What'cha think?" Brows rose and fell in quick succession, that large grin never once dropping all the while. "I know-- It's perfect, right? You're welcome!"

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It takes but a beat for Salem to read the front of the little outfit and for the obvious joke to settle in. Though Salem had been concerned about whether or not he would be able to provide his baby with everything that they would need near the beginning of his pregnancy, once thing had rapidly become apparent as friends and loved ones had learned of his condition - the kid certainly wasn't going to be naked after they were born. Salem had been gifted with quite a bit of clothing over the past few months, from adorable outfits, to funny shirts and handmade items from those in his community.

That didn't make him any less appreciative of new gifts, however. Though the other biological father of his baby had no interest in taking part of their child's life, it warmed Salem's heart to know that others were eager to meet them and who wanted only the best for this baby that hadn't even entered the world yet. It was felt amazing, knowing that he had the support of so many, despite how daunting everything had been in the beginning.

And Despite having not known each other long in the grand scheme of things, Galo seemed to have no reservations about inserting himself into Salem's life. He's not sure of what's more charming in this case - the fact that the firefighter had gotten the gift in the first place, or how pleased he clearly was with himself. The fact that he'd found a onesie so perfectly fitting was, admittedly, even more amusing than the outfit itself, though it was impossible to tell which of the two was causing Salem to smile so widely.

"As if you found something like that!" The father-to-be laughed as he reached out to take the gift, eyebrows raising as his own grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "You sure that you didn't go out looking? Seems like quite the coincidence."

Not that it matterered - not to Salem, at least. After a few moments, his expression softened, the silly little gift drawn close to his chest as he took a few steps closer to Galo. The every-growing weight of his middle made it somewhat difficult, but managed to push himself up onto the tips of his toes until he was able to press a quick kiss to the other man's cheek, a sparkle shimmering in his dark eyes.

"Thanks - we'll see if this one's loud enough to compete with your truck soon enough, eh?" Again he was grinning, the though of a baby having lungs strong enough to outdo a firetruck sounding both terrifying and hilarious. Would that, he wondered, chase Galo away when the time came?

He hoped not. Both Salem and the baby would benefit from having someone so sweet and carefree in their lives.

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musekicker · 2 years

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Random little Winnie the Pooh drabble i've had in wip for awhile. Small signs of Rabbit/Tigger in this too.

Another rousing game of Pooh Sticks was about to begin. Owl, Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit, and Tigger were all at the bridge. And they were ready to play.

This was a group that took the game of Pooh Sticks very close to heart, Even so they very rarely was there a debate about the game rules that would pause the game. Today though there was one thing that had to be talked about.

"I feel like that's more a log then a stick." Piglet said.

Piglet was pointing to the log that Tigger had dragged over to the bridge. It was big alright, almost bigger then Piglet. And flakes of old bark were falling off of it as Tigger dragged it along.

"We should check the rule book for this one." Owl said.

"We don't have a rule book." Eeyore said.

"I'll write one." Owl said.

As owl debated with himself out loud about what type of font to write the rule book in, Tigger thought.

"Hmm..." Tigger hummed to himself, looking over the log. "You make a good point. Can't play pooh sticks with a log! It's in the name they have to be sticks."

It indeed did seem to ruin the spirt of the game. So Tigger moved to get rid of the log. He put a foot on the log, planning to push it with said foot and have it roll back towards the bushes and trees. It was not exactly a well thought out plan.

"Tigger! Be careful with that! You're going to-" Rabbit said.

Rabbit's warning came too late to stop what was about to play out. Tigger slipped on the log. In his bid to stay standing, he tried to grab the nearest thing. That turned out to be Rabbit.

Both Rabbit and Tigger fell into the water. It was a good thing that the drop was not that high as the water at this section of the river was not all that deep. Rabbit realized that when he stood up.

Yes, his ears were flopping over into his face because his fur was very much water logged. And speaking of ears he would be trying to get water out of his ears for awhile. But at least it was water and not a mud puddle.

"Oh dear!" Piglet cried, he and the everyone else peering over the bridge. "Are you both okay?"

"Soaked but unharmed." Rabbit replied.

Rabbit was about to walk to the bank when he noticed that Tigger was still splashing. A split second of worry ran through Rabbit before realizing the obvious.

"You're fine Tigger. The water is shallow enough to stand in." Rabbit called out.

Tigger still was splashing. Clearly he was splashing so hard and crying out for help that he had not heard Rabbit tell him that he was safe. Rabbit sighs and waded through the water towards Tigger.

"Calm down. I promise you that the water is not-" Rabbit said.

He attempt to calm Tigger got interrupted when Rabbit took Tigger by the arm and in Tigger's thrashing, accidently brought Rabbit down into the shallow water with him. It was only after Rabbit ended up face down in the water for a moment that Tigger understood the situation.

"Oh would you look at that." Tigger said. "the waters shallow. Don't I feel silly now."

Rabbit pulled his face out of the water, droplets of water dripping off his whiskers, and he glared at Tigger. His glare didn't last long thought as seeing Tigger's face he saw something. Now closer to Tiggers face Rabbit could see that there were a series of small, brown dots on Tigger's face, collected on his snout.

"Do you have freckles?" Rabbit asked.

"What, these little spots? I thought they were just stripes that haven't formed quite right." Tigger said.

Rabbit could not believe he had never seen these freckles before. Had Tigger truly washed up fully so rarely that they never showed before?

Rabbit was taking a second look, to confirm that they were indeed freckles. That they were real. And that Rabbit found that he thought those freckles charming.

"What are you staring at, long ears?" Tigger asked.

Rabbit was knocked out of his staring and cleared his throat a moment. A tactic to give him time to think of a acceptable answer to Tigger's question.

"Just was thinking, that's all." Rabbit said.

Tigger tilted his head in a curious gesture.

"Well, I think thinkings a pretty terrific thing. What are you thinking about?" Tigger asked.

Rabbit mind just froze, not knowing where to begin with answering that question.

"Nothing!" Rabbit cried.

Rabbit stood up, once again only ankle deep in the water and now wading to the river bank.

"I.. I have to go." Rabbit said. "I forgot to do something in my garden."

Before anyone could ask any questions, Rabbit took off. Everyone just stared after him for a bit before someone finally spoke up.

"Are we still playing Pooh sticks?" Piglet asked.

"I'm not sure, Piglet." Pooh answered.

As Rabbit hurried towards his home he tried not to think of certain things. But he could not help himself. He thought about Tigger, and those freckles.

Rabbit thought about those freckles for awhile.

#winnie the pooh

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tonkidesk · 2 years

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Headcanon/Preference # 8

(Bowers Gang) (2017 It movie)

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Year posted - 2022

Note(s) - Blue text is him speaking to you. Text in small font is just a side note. Small text with a line through it is a silly side note.

💋 Henry Bowers 💋

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⌖ "Don't you fucking dare tell anyone about this." 🤬

⌖ Dare was hissed with such malicious, that if you weren't confident in the fact that, Henry would never hurt you, you would definitely be fearful.

⌖ He had called you Mommy while you were sucking his cock, it had come out as a soft whisper, but you heard it loud and clear.

⌖ The development of the Mommy kink isn't the most surprising thing, considering his mom was never really in his life.

⌖ Despite it being his kink, he finds it kinda weird at first, and is so so so fucking ashamed to admit that he's into it, even when he has to admit it to you.

⌖ It's not an all the time kinda kink, Henry would rather be the dominant one the majority of the time.

⌖ However when he's feeling weak, or fragile he passes the reins to you, and just soaks it all up.

⌖ Started with the Mommy kink, which kinda came outta nowhere for him.

⌖ But one day he caught a glimpse of a mother nursing her baby at the park.

⌖ Then came the subconscious lactation kink.

⌖ When he let you take the lead that night, he couldn't stop thinking about drinking milk from your supple breasts.

⌖ Took him months to admit it, but you figured it out on your own with how adamant he seemed to keep sucking on your nipples specifically.

⌖ When Henry finally admits to the lactation kink, and you tell him you already know Henry is shook surprised to say the least.

⌖ And when you explain how you already knew, he's blushing with embarrassment, not even realizing how often he did that.

⌖ Totally (albeit subconsciously) wonders if knocking you up would be worth actually being able to taste your milk.

⌖ Never really comes to a conclusion on this thought.

⌖ He's a brat sometimes, but it's not very often to be honest.

⌖ Because he mostly craves being coddled and tinderly taken care of when he plays submissive.

⌖ When he's acting like a brat, it's because you told him to do something he didn't wanna do just yet, or you denied him something he wants to do now.

⌖ Bratty Henry is a pouty huffy Henry.

⌖ Like totally crossing his arms with a huff and refusing to look at you, a pout tugging his lips down into a frown.

⌖ It's very childish, but also ridiculously cute.

⌖ All you've gotta do to deal with bratty Henry is to use your mom voice.

⌖ Just don't take it to far, you might make him flinch because of his dad.

⌖ With your mom voice just call his name, and hold your head high, crossing your own arms, and maybe even tapping your toes impatiently.

⌖ AKA just act like you're disappointed with him, NOT angry! Never angry!

⌖ He doesn't react well to that for obvious reasons.

⌖ You're not ever allowed to spank Henry as punishment, if you're going to punish him, all you're really allowed to do is cum denial.

⌖ He doesn't wanna be hit or spanked for a reason.

⌖ YOU UNDERSTAND THAT AND RESPECT THAT!

⌖ AND NEVER CROSS THAT LINE BECAUSE THAT'S JUST CRUEL!

⌖ Henry likes and hates teasing, he's to impatient to tease you for very long, and even more impatient with being teased.

⌖ But cum denial really gets him going, because when you finally allow him the luxury to cum, he cums so fucking hard.

⌖ Like he passed out once because of how hard he came.

⌖ When he woke up again, he was quick to take the reins, and fuck you into oblivion.

⌖ You couldn't walk properly for a few days after that night...

⌖ It was a reward, trust me. The best kinda thank you Henry could give you.

⌖Henry likes when you sit in his lap, holding the back of his head tinderly (by his hair of course) as he suckles at your breast.

⌖ Bonus points if you praise him for being such a good boy, your good boy.

⌖ Oh and if you enjoy teasing him, and denying him the chance to "feed" on you, he'll totally take it, but only for so long, then he gets a pouty again.

⌖ And if you take things to far he will ignore you as if his life depends on it.

⌖ Brat.

⌖ If when you eventually get pregnant, Henry acts kinda indifferent about it.

⌖ Like he's a little upset because now he's gonna have to share you, but he's also "secretly" excited as fuck.

⌖ Well atleast now he'll get to actually taste your milk like he's been fantasizing about.

⌖ And your tits getting even bigger is a real bonus for Henry, plus when your hormones go wild and you get horny as fuck, he's down for it.

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💋 Patrick Hockstetter 💋

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⌖ "First of all, how fucking dare you!?"😤

⌖ "Don't let this shit go to your head Princess, I'm still in charge." 😈

⌖ Princess was practically hissed with sarcasm, and Still was totally growled with authority.

⌖ Called you Mommy while fucking your tits, growling it practically, before blowing his load on your surprised face.

⌖ Totally didn't see that coming... Like he's suppose to be the dominant one... He is Daddy, Princess, remember that.

⌖ However with tits like those how could he not develop at the very least a lactation kink.

⌖ This creep totally gets off on being held in your lap like a baby, while he suckles on your tits.

⌖ Like you literally have to support his neck, or he'll act like a dramatic bitch, acting like you're practically killing him.

⌖ ✨DRAMATIC BITCH!✨

⌖ He totally calls you Mommy in more of a mocking way, rather than a submissive way.

⌖ Surprise surprise.

⌖ Patrick is the worst fucking brat ever!

⌖ Not just because he likes acting out whenever possible, and pushing your god damn buttons.

⌖ But because at any point he can and will switch and now Daddy's pissed that you raised your voice at him.

⌖ So when he's a brat it's like walking into a active landmine testing ground, with a blindfold on and one leg tied back, so you're left to hop around blindly on one leg hoping you won't fucking die.

⌖ He doesn't always switch like that, because Patrick gets off with how hard you spank him.

⌖ Especially if you're wearing your rings, the painful welts that they leave are particularly sinful in the best way.

⌖ He also likes being punished by being tied up, and being denied the luxury of touching you.

⌖ He likes you using him for your own pleasure first, but don't ever leave him hanging, you better get him off if you value the luxury of being able to sit down.

⌖ Because otherwise Daddy will paddle you or spank you until your bruised and bleeding.

⌖ Oh and don't even think about teasing him, he gets pissed when you try teasing.

⌖ I mean you can tease a tiny tiny bit, but once he stops chuckling at your antics or grinning, you better stop.

⌖ At that point your really pushing your luck.

⌖ Never ever initiate being Mommy, Patrick is the only one that will ever initiate it.

⌖ Oh oh oh if Mommy enjoys knife play as much as Daddy, then you're really gonna get Patrick going.

⌖ Patrick is totally a dick (we all know this) and he will totally bite your nipple as he's sucking on it, and when you try scolding him for it.

⌖ This fucking guy.

⌖ "I'm teething Mommy."

⌖ Oh how bad you wanna smack that smirk off his pretty fucking face.

⌖ You thought he was only gonna do that once?

⌖ HA! You fool!

⌖ You should really know better by now, you're dating Patrick Hockstetter.

⌖ Shamelessly loves it when Mommy brings out the flogger, you know the one that looks just like Daddy's.

⌖ Will never allow Mommy to blindfold him, he needs to watch, even if he's not allowed to touch, he needs to watch.

⌖ While Mommy's appearances are kinda rare, that lactation kink is always there. Daddy needs it.

⌖ The lactation kink totally stemmed from how big your tits are, how full of milk they already looked without you even lactating.

⌖ Wonders just how much bigger they'd get if you were pregnant.

⌖ Doesn't intend on knocking you up however...

⌖ But when you eventually get pregnant, Patrick is pissed.

⌖ Patrick is an attention whore, and does not share well, doesn't matter one bit if it's his kid.

⌖ Unless and only if you happen to be his Goddess, then maybe just maybe he won't be pissed, and maybe just maybe he'll be a little excited. Maybe...

⌖ Probably best however to take some plan b, or be consistent with your birth control.

⌖ You never know just how far Patrick might take things.

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💋 Vic Criss 💋

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⌖ "I-I'm sorry I d-didn't mean to say t-that." 😳

⌖ Vic fucking stuttered so bad from how embarrassed he was, from having mistakenly called you Mommy, while you were riding him.

⌖ His beautiful pale cheeks were so fucking pink, and hot you could practically feel the heat coming off of them, when you reassuringly kissed his lips.

⌖ If you pull away from the kiss telling him "It's okay baby, Mommy's gonna take care of you." Vic fucking melts.

⌖ He's been wanting to call you Mommy for so fucking long, and he had been in secret while masturbating to the thought of you.

⌖ If you are persistent enough in asking about this, he'll admit to it, but he's blushing like mad.

⌖ "Come on baby, tell Mommy the truth. Did you think about Mommy while masturbating?" You asked with a smirk. "Yes." Vic responded meekly.

⌖ "Did you call out for Mommy when you came?" You hummed. "Yes." He moaned just thinking about it, his cheeks and ears a bright shade of pink.

⌖ He's had the Mommy kink for awhile, but the lactation kink kinda just developed over time.

⌖ Vic moans so fucking much while suckling on your breasts, he can't help it.

⌖ Enjoys laying on his back with you hovering over him, practically smothering him with your tits, while he suckles at you.

⌖it's pure fucking heaven for Vic.

⌖ Vic could totally cum from that alone, no need to touch him, no need for stimulation.

⌖ Just "feeding" on you for long enough, is enough to push him over the edge.

⌖ Always super embarrassed when he suddenly cums without warning, but falls deeper in love with you when you praise him for being such a good boy.

⌖ Loves praise, but also loves being scolded.

⌖ It's so so so fucking hot when you scold him.

⌖ Total brat, but Vic is the best fucking brat you could ask for out of the gang.

⌖ Why?

⌖ Because he takes his punishment like a good boy!

⌖ He might have been bad to get himself draped across your lap, his bare ass in plain view, and his head buried in the blankets.

⌖ But he takes his spanking so well, and he always counts each one aloud without needing to be reminded, and loud enough for you to hear him plain and clear.

⌖ While Vic adore the rings you wear, he will literally beg you to take them off before spanking him.

⌖ They sting just a little to much for him.

⌖ However if you insist on keeping them on, don't spank him quite as hard, or as many times, give him plenty of recovery time, and don't hit the same spot to many times in a row.

⌖ He will fucking cry if it gets to be to much, but he'll only use the safe word if the pain completely outweighs the pleasure.

⌖ He will try to be strong for you, and he'll try his damnedest to take his punishment like a good boy.

⌖ But we all have our limits.

⌖ While Vic is a good brat, in a since that he takes his punishment without a fuss, he really likes testing your patience.

⌖ He loves acting out so he can soak up all the praise when he's being good afterwards.

⌖ While he doesn't necessarily want the guys to know he's totally submissive for you.

⌖ He will totally act out subtly while you're all hanging out, and when you give him that look, he'll make a show of dragging you off somewhere private.

⌖ It's only for show, once you're away from sight, you bet your ass he's back in line.

⌖ Either bending over something to be spanked, leaning against something to be spanked, or he's on his knees ready to eat you out.

⌖ His hands locked behind his back when he's on his knees, because he knows he's not allowed to touch.

⌖ He knows he's only aloud to use his tongue in this situation, he might even be allowed to moan at some point.

⌖ But his job is to get you off with his tongue alone, if he fails he gets spanked, and denied release.

⌖ Although he rarely ever fails, boy really knows how to use that tongue of his.

⌖ Vic fucking loves loves loves it when you pull his hair as he's eating you out!

⌖ Totally not afraid to act out somewhere public, and going into the bathrooms for his punishment.

⌖ He gets a thrill from having to be quite now as you're punishing him.

⌖ God forbid someone actually catches you guys.

⌖ Vic would literally switch in an instant and beat their ass into submission, threatening to fucking kill them if they ever breath a word about this.

⌖ If you join in on this, Vic probably got hard because of you defending his reputation without question.

⌖ Y'all are a serious power couple.

⌖ Vic will totally whisper in your ear in the back of the trans am, and call you Mommy, even begging you to touch him, albeit subtlety.

⌖ He almost slips up in front of the guys, and calls you Mommy all the fucking time.

⌖ One of these days he's gonna say it before he can catch himself, and the guys are gonna taunt him so fucking much.

⌖ If you defend him when this happens, Vic swoons so fucking hard... And he's also hard...

⌖ But can you blame him? It's so hot when you take charge, or get mad. He can't help himself, he's so in love with you.

⌖ And so horny for you like all the damn time.

⌖ Wants to have kids with you, because he loves imagining what you'll look like swollen with his seed, and he loves the idea of your tits getting even bigger.

⌖ He's not rushing it though, he knows you guys should get your lives in order first.

⌖ You're it for him, you're the woman he's gonna marry, and you're the woman he's gonna spend the rest of his life with.

⌖ However if you get pregnant sooner than anticipated, Vic is a worried mess.

⌖ Don't get me wrong, Vic's excited as hell, but his worry is totally dominating that excitement.

⌖ He's so so so fucking ready to step up to the plate and be a good father.

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💋 Belch Huggins 💋

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⌖ "It just feels right to me... I can stop if you don't like it." 🥺

⌖ He first called you Mommy while you both were in the kitchen putting some lunch together.

⌖ To Belch it honestly just felt right to call you Mommy, you always take such good care of him.

⌖ He would totally stop calling you Mommy if you weren't comfortable with it.

⌖ Although he won't admit it, but if you tell him to stop he'll totally be sad about it.

⌖ Melts however when you tell him you don't mind.

⌖ Though the moment you insist he calls you Mommy, Belch fell deeper in love with you.

⌖ The Mommy kink was kinda just always in Belch, just kinda resting under the surface, waiting to be brought into light.

⌖ Although in the beginning when he called you Mommy, it's wasn't in a sexual way.

⌖ It became sexual however when he moaned and called you Mommy while eating you out.

⌖ It kinda just slipped.

⌖ But it was really fucking hot, practically flipping a switch in both of you.

⌖ Now it's sexual as fuck, and yet still endearing as fuck.

⌖ Mostly just depends on his tone of voice when he says it.

⌖ Won't necessarily call you Mommy in front of the guys, but he will shamelessly call you Mama.

⌖ The guys picked on him for it for a bit, but eventually they all started calling you Mama.

⌖ Which was a little weird at first.

⌖ But they don't mean anything by it like Belch does, for them it's just because you're totally the mom of the group.

⌖ You keep them in line when need be, and moat importantly you make sure they are taking care of themselves.

⌖ "Yes Mama I drank plenty of water today." One would say. "Yes Mama I ate lunch today." Another would muse as you fussed over them.

⌖ It's a wonder that Patrick doesn't make sexual jokes about the name, he's like legit innocent when using the term.

⌖ Belch loves this btw, makes him wanna have kids with you that much more!

⌖ Now onto the kinky stuff again!

⌖ The lactation kink developed from his desire to have kids with you.

⌖ Just imagining your breasts swelling with milk for his babies to feed made him practically fawn over you.

⌖ But imagining helping you out when your breasts are so full and heavy that they ache, drinking greedily what the babies wouldn't.

⌖ Rock fucking hard.

⌖ He imagined you would taste as sweet as honey.

⌖ Enjoys "feeding" on you when you're laying back against a huge pile of pillows, nice and comfy like, with him laying on you gently.

⌖ Being mindful of the size difference I mean.

⌖ And just loving on you while you play with his hair, or with you running your nails softly up and down his back.

⌖ *Swoon!*

⌖ Belch is the sweetest boy, never a brat, ever so eager to please you.

⌖ Adores praising and being praised.

⌖ Will do pretty much anything you ask him, he just wants to please you, wants to be your good boy.

⌖ If for whatever reason you decide he's been bad, and he needs to be punished.

⌖ Belch will look at you with wide, sad eyes. Looking like a kicked puppy, shame and sadness swirling in his beautiful orbs.

⌖ He'd take his punishment like a good boy, but he might accidentally start crying.

⌖ It's mostly because he keeps thinking about what he did wrong, not necessarily because of the punishment itself.

⌖ And so he might cry because he feels like he disappointed you, and he doesn't handle that thought very well.

⌖ Totally assures you that he's okay, and to continue his punishment.

⌖ When you tell Belch you're pregnant, He's over the fucking moon!

⌖ Belch is so fucking proud that he's gotten you pregnant, that he's literally bragging about it to everyone.

⌖ Including the losers club, or anyone else the guys are harassing for that matter.

⌖ Belches mom is the most supportive parent out of all of the gangs families.

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Can you tell who's my favorite? 😅

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undertale-data · 3 years

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[Image Description: an Undertale chat box with the name "PAPYRUS", in all caps and Papyrus font, in its center. On its left is a talksprite of Papyrus sweating anxiously, and on its right is a talksprite of Papyrus wearing sunglasses. End I.D.]

The Great Papyrus is the most popular Undertale character among the fans surveyed here. 19.6% of responders chose him as their favorite. That’s a total of 519 fans! (Wowie!!)

Not all Papyrus fans are unified on his characterization, however. The most obvious divide was between fans who call him a “cinnamon roll” or “precious baby,” and those who find these takes infantilizing. A lot of people like the friendliness and optimism of this character, while others recognize this but highlight his maturity too. Fans who worry about his infantilization seem most concerned with how he can be portrayed as naive or dumb by the fandom. A portion of fans specifically mentioned this naivety as a point in his favor, though the marginally more popular take seems to be that he is not naive, regardless of how he first appears. This fandom divide seems to relate to Papyrus’s autistic or ADHD coding. Many fans relate to him as ADHD and autistic themselves.

Fans also related to him in his desire for friends. Many responders think of him as a friend and a comfort character, so at least in one way his wish has been fulfilled.

The phone calls were a major reason that fans said they felt connected to Papyrus. Thanks to these calls, he has the most dialogue of any character in the game. His humor and dialogue were often highlighted as favorite qualities.

While fans may disagree on some aspects of Papyrus’s personality, it is clear that his fans all value his optimism and kindness. His fans do not see his kindness as weakness. Many talked about the complexity of his character and the strength it took for him to show mercy to the player character, even when the player doesn’t show it in return. He believes in himself, and he believes in you! This kindness and trust has inspired his fans to be kinder themselves.

Papyrus fans were also drawn to his mysteriousness. Several responses pointed out that he is a more mysterious character than Sans, who is also often loved for his mystery. As shown in the phone calls, Papyrus will put on fronts depending on who he is around, making it even more difficult for fans to uncover his secrets. Some people in other sections of the survey found this frustrating, but Papyrus fans tend to see it as another point in his favor.

Among the greatest proportion of responses were from fans who couldn’t choose a favorite trait, or who just love everything about Papyrus. While these responses may be less lengthy, they are still as full of love as the essay-length answers. These responses tended to say phrases like “cool dude” or “Papyrus my beloved” or “THE GREAT PAPYRUS.”

(You were overcome by writing about such a handsome skeleton. He understands.)

Highlights: (under the cut)

Honestly Papyrus just feels like joy. Funny, incredibly kind, with a few mysteries/weird quirks about him that are fun to ponder over. I especially love how he often acts proud and self aggrandizing without putting others down, and in fact sometimes uses that to lift his friends up alongside him. You don't see this take on proud characters often.

Papyrus is strong. Strong in body, but also morally strong. He knows what is right, what it means to be merciful and kind, even in the face of danger or death. Some think him naive. And yet, even facing death and seeing the dust of those he knew, he did not falter or turn from his ideals of mercy and change for the better.

BECAUSE HE IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS

His optimism and his overall personality is endearing! You're always having fun with him :D

He's meeting all of my standards.

Papyrus is very under appreciated, and overlooked, and it's very frustrating to me—he's a complex character but people treat him like he's a baby!!! I like him because he's kind of goofy with how he talks and he's just very charming and kind.

He's weirder than Sans, and it wasn't acknowledged for years because he acts oblivious and dumb, even when he's clearly not. Quite frankly, I find it iconic. Also, his entire personality helps a lot.

I'm ND, trans, and projecting!

OK SO he's just a friendly guy!! A dude who likes cooking for his friends!! We love a hype man!! Also smart as hell and I feel like fanon majorly overlooks this. Making good, fun puzzles is HARD and setting up a flamethrower to go off wirelessly is complicated. Like even if that bridge puzzle didn't go off the components were complicated. Love that cool dude!!!!

I heavily relate to Papyrus as a character and consider him my favorite fictional character of all time. He is a very well-written and thought out character with several quirks and layers in his personality. It is headcanoned by some (myself included) that Papyrus may possibly be on the Autism Spectrum due to his nature, his interactions with others, and overall how he displays himself to the world we see.

I could talk about Papyrus forever, and you have made a grave mistake in allowing me to do so. He is a charming, strong spirited, well intentioned, complex character that is often wildly misinterpreted, and I think originally this is why I was drawn to him. He is presented as one thing and in fact acts as one thing (though not the same way as presented by fandom), and in reality when you look closer than you are meant to he is not, in fact, any of these things. It was intriguing to me. Secondly, and rather contradictorily, another thing that drew me to him is that he is very true to himself, when it comes to idiosyncrasies and moral values. It's true that he does not offer much in the way of personal backstory and feelings, but he offers very much indeed in the way of personality. What a guy! He wears silly crop tops and bright colors, he speaks in a manner specific to him that sometimes doesn't make sense, he cares about something or someone and goes whole hog with it -- he's passionate, damn it! I love him and his weirdo, goofy self with all my heart. He cares about other people to a fault, too. He would sacrifice everything to help someone, and his belief in the potential of both others and himself is indomitable. When faced with the responsibility of a kingdom, his friends gone, his brother lying to him, and himself all alone without a reliable support system, he recognized what he was facing and still bucked up and became determined to get through it. When faced with a murderous, over powerful enemy, someone who had killed many of his friends and fellow monsters, someone who had repeatedly been rude and borderline aggressive and showed no signs of stopping, he saw that they were having difficulty and offered to help and to care for them, and didn't regret his decision or change his opinion on what they needed and their potential for change, even when quite literally killed by them a moment after. Even in death, even directly after a betrayal like that, he never stops believing that they can get better, that anyone can be a good person if they want to be. That's important, I think; that concept of giving people the chances they need to grow and to change. I have a tattoo of that moment on my thigh, it's that important to me. I guess I really like Papyrus because even though he is fictional, watching him out there makes it easy to believe in people, in our inherent goodness and desire to love each other. He makes it easy to see that we can change, that no matter what you've done in the past or who you currently are, no one is inherently a bad person, and no one is incapable of learning how to be a good one. It is just a step by step process that we have to take day by day.

[Image Description: A wordcloud shaped like Papyrus. His gloves, boots, and cape are red; his Battle Body is blue, yellow, and white; and his bones are white. Some of the most visible words are: Kind, Love, Good, Cool, Relate, Funny, Friend, Mystery, and Papyrus. These are the words that responders mentioned most in their essays about him. End I.D.]

Read the full list of responses shared with permission by clicking this link! (The document is 25 pages long, so you may want to make a copy to prevent lagging.)

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Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends.

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well.

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling.

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in.

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either.

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss.

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