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amsbabygurl · 1 year

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dress - a.m.

made your mark on me, a golden tattoo - auston matthews x fem!reader

a/n - this will be my first actual fic so pls be nice...

this fic contains a lil swearing and s m u t - fingering (that's it... keeping it tame for now)

18+ below the cut!

you love going to events with auston, you really do. to you, there was nothing better than getting all dolled up just to spend the night on his arm, politely greeting all the members of the nhl while being whisked around by your gorgeous boyfriend. he also makes it incredibly hard to focus on anything around you, as his large hand splayed across the small of your back, dangerously close to your ass, rubbing small circles in the silk fabric.

you know he's just trying to soothe you, as a room full of people this important to him and his career could be rather intimidating, but instead of being comforting, it was making you feel other things.

you press your lips to the shell of his ear, "i'm going to get another glass of champagne, do you need anything?" you whisper. he turns his head to look at you and softly shakes his head.

"don't be too long now love," he whispers back, ghosting a kiss onto your cheek, so he doesn't ruin your makeup. you smile up at him and nod, slowly skirting away through the scattered crowd to the bar.

this might sound cliché, but damn, auston hated it when you left his side but he did love to watch you leave. you look incredible tonight, the dark blue dress he picked out for you hugging your curves so perfectly. damn is he ever lucky.

still staring at you as you stop at the bar to get another drink, mitch clears his throat, grabbing auston's attention. "dude, you're basically drooling. it's almost embarrassing," he observes with a low chuckle. auston whips his head around to look at him.

"i just don't like leaving her alone at these things when she looks that good," he emphasizes. he knew if anyone would understand it would be mitch.

in the meantime, you ask the bartender for another glass of champagne, and he nods, quickly moving out of sight to grab you some. you look up and down the bar, not recognizing anyone, until a soft hand presses into the small of your back. but it isn't auston's hand. you know exactly how his hands feel. you slowly turn your head, hoping not to appear too startled, and come face to face with no other than pierre luc dubois.

"what's a pretty girl like you doing here all alone?" he whispers, getting a little too close to your ear for your liking, feeling his hot breath on your face.

"i'm not here alone. i happen to have come with my boyfriend," you say to pierre, rather loudly, hoping to get someone's attention, hoping they might rescue you.

"i don't see him here though" he whispers again. you're growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and with the bartender still gone fetching more champagne, your eyes scan the crowd looking for auston. he's not where you left him. an uneasy feeling settles in you as you give pierre a polite smile.

"i need to go to the bathroom," trying to give him an excuse and a reason to slip away and find auston. but he doesn't let his hand off of your back. "pierre, please let me go," you plead.

he starts to wrap his hand around your waist, when a deep voice comes from behind you. "i think she told you to leave her alone dubois."

auston.

you feel yourself physically relax, as his hand reaches out and wraps around your own, gently pulling you away from pierre's side. you grip onto his arm with your free hand, squeezing it gently in a silent thank you. pierre grunts, and with a nod, he walks away. you turn to face your boyfriend, his expression stern and hard.

"hey, it's okay. i'm okay my love," you say gently, your hand reaching up to cup his face. your thumb running soothingly over his cheekbone. he looks at you and his gaze immediately softens. you smile at him.

"i'm sorry baby, i shouldn't have let you off on your own. you look way too good for me to even think about letting you out of my sight," he whispers into your ear, both of his strong hands gripping your hips. you blush at his praise, leaning up to place a soft kiss on his lips. he must have other intentions than an innocent thank you kiss, as he presses harder against you, pulling your hips closer to him as he tries to pry your lips apart with his tongue.

"aus," you whisper, "we can't do this here. there's too many people."

"i know baby, i just want everyone to know that you're all mine," he whispers back, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your jaw "let's get out of here yeah?" you nod quickly, and he turns you gently so your walking in front of him, a hand on your back that slowly slides down until it's resting firmly on your ass. you can feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck. as much as pda isn't normally your thing, you can't help but feel a swell of pride wash over you. no matter what happens he always takes you home with him.

the drive home is tense. not because he was mad at you, auston could never be mad at you, but because the tension brewing between you is so thick in the front seat of his car. his large hand has found it's normal spot against your thigh, but it's slowly creeping closer and closer to the heat at your core. you've been aching for his fingers ever since he kissed you so passionately in that room full of people. like he was reading your mind, his hand slides further and further up, until the pads of his fingertips are tracing your slit through the lacy thong you had put on just for him.

"aus" you moan, feeling the way his fingers slowly made their way up to circle gently around your clit.

"what do you need baby, hmm? use your words," he says as he stops touching you completely. you whine from the lack of contact.

"i need your fingers in me auston, please," you beg. a smirk crosses over his handsome features as he moves your underwear to the side, giving him easy access, allowing his fingers to slip inside of you.

"shit baby, all this is for me?" he growls, as he starts to pick up the pace, thumb still circling your clit. you let out a moan, unable to say anything as the pleasure is building inside of you. "only i get to see you like this, becoming a sloppy little mess just because of my fingers." you let out a small mewl at his words. "tell me baby, tell me i'm the only one that will ever see you like this."

"i'm all yours aus, always yours," you pant out, words becoming harder and harder for you as you start approaching the edge.

"that's my good girl," he says "now i want you to come for me baby. let me feel you come undone on my fingers." with these final words of encouragement, you let go. clenching and unclenching on his fingers, as he continues his slow movements, working you down from your high.

you turn to look at him as he pulls into the parking lot at your shared apartment. his pupils are dilated, as he brings up his cum soaked fingers to his lips and sucks the taste of you off of them. he moans at the taste and you whimper from just watching the scene. he pulls his fingers out of his mouth, hand coming up so his fingers can weave into the hair at the nape of your neck, allowing him to pull you into a searing kiss. you moan at the contact and the taste of you on his tongue.

"c'mon baby, let's go upstairs so i can take care of you properly," he whispers into your lips as his hand comes you rest on your thigh once again. you nod, getting out of the car, grabbing his hand and letting him lead you up the stairs. you are in for a long night.

a/n - if you made it through this, BLESS. also lemme know if you want a part two hehe

#auston matthews #auston matthews smut #nhl smut #auston matthews fic #nhl fics #smut #fanfic #will gets spicy #will writes

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deithwyr · 6 months

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do you ever just....

#writers on tumblr #writing #will writes #female writers #writer things #fanfic writing #writerscommunity #writers and poets #ao3 writer #ao3

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fr0wningsmiles · 1 year

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HELLO TUMBLR!!

What I bring to you today is quite exciting,,, my first story that I’ve written and completed in a long time.

It has no name I’m afraid , but that’s okay!

WARNINGS/WHAT TO EXPECT ? ;

Tallulah Centric {At the start}

Based off my memories as a Qsmp and Dsmp Wilbur fictionkin , so consider them to be headcanons !

TNTDUO!!!! LOTS OF IT LATER , NEAR THE END !

Now with that being said , please keep in mind this is based off my own ideas/headcanons and memories of my own as a fictionkin!!! ENJOY !!

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Wilbur’s breath felt shallow, his chest completely empty filled with the numb feeling of fear. Where was his daughter? Was she okay? It was crazy for him to even consider being gone as long as he usually was. And to think that just the other day Wilbur didn’t want a new kid. That’s what was ‘special’ about him. Memories from past homes, past mistakes, past- children. He winced at the thought of a child of the past. Now wasn’t the time to worry about that though, Tallulah was more important in this second.

Wilbur had heard that she had gotten hurt, bad, almost on the verge of death. “Tallulah!?” The British voice filled with fear, shaky with the thought of another child being lost to the hands of death once more, Wilbur being powerless to stop it. The man inhaled sharply when there was no sound in reply. “If ANYTHING happened to her, so help me.” Wilbur mumbled loudly to himself, finally nearing close enough to Phil’s home, when Tallulah was left to be babysat by grandpa. “Tal-” Wilbur was cut off by the small shape of her egg slowly waddling around a corner, just about to enter the main room where her worried sick father stood, looking around wildly.

“Tallulah!” Wilbur exclaimed, rushing forward and scooping the small dragon egg up into his arms and holding her close to his chest, it still feeling empty, hollow and his breathing shallow and anxious. Even with his daughter so close to him, it was still a worrying thought. “Tallulah, are you okay? I heard you got hurt.” He attempted to keep his voice steady, trying to not panic the young egg. Tallulah wiggled out of Wilbur’s grasp and quickly set a sign down, explaining at a rapid pace about how scary it was, and how much she had missed him while he was away. “I’m so sorry.” Wilbur mumbled, his eyes widening, sadness and dismay flaring up in the deep pools of brown.

Tallulah didn’t seem that bothered. She was just happy to have her dad with her once more. She rushed to him and rested up against his leg. “I can see that you’ve already forgiven me?” Wilbur asked with a small chuckle, attempting to joke away the fear that just overtook his thoughts, as well as his body. All was well until he spotted a large crack running down her shell. “What- what is that?” Wilbur asked, his voice on the verge of shattering, just as his heart had just done deep inside the worried father’s chest. Tallulah, at first seemed confused. Why was her father so scared? She surely didn’t understand, so instead of asking, she just sat and allowed him to inspect her closely.

A long, thin crack ran from one end of Tallulah, to the bottom of her egg shape. Of course, she hadn’t noticed as she couldn’t see herself at all, so this would be a large surprise to her. “Lullah?” Wilbur’s voice was shaky as he looked down at his daughter that stayed neatly nestled in her father’s arms. She looked up at him and said nothing still, very confused. “Where did this huge crack come from?” Wilbur asked finally, the question sour on his tongue. Tallulah struggled to wiggle out of her father’s arms, stressed suddenly. “No , no Lullah ! It’s okay, okay it’s okay.” The girl dad , known as Wilbur Soot, struggled to keep calm in this scenario, as well as calming down his daughter at the same time.

The egg ran around madly as the fox man standing far above her watched in distress at the chaos that happened in front of him. “Honey, listen, listen I have a theory.” Wilbur slowly spoke, speaking softly, his once stressed tone calmed down to that of a worried father. The egg stopped suddenly, looking up at him trembling. “You’re at the age where you will probably- be hatching.” He looked nervous, like he was coaching a child through puberty once more. At least this time it would go better than with- Fundy. Squinting, Wilbur cleared his throat, and swiftly continued. “That crack is probably normal.” It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself rather than his daughter. Tallulah attempted to tilt her head, although she didn’t have a neck, but Wilbur understood. “We need to get you resting.” Wilbur stated, sounding frazzled by this whole thing. Scooping the egg up, the duo slowly approached the man’s house, clutching the egg to his chest as they walked, the egg herself trying not to squirm. Hatching? That sounded scary! What if she wanted to be an egg forever? Many thoughts rushed through her mind, many pertaining to staying a child forever, just a small egg forever. No matter how hard she could try to convince herself, she was sure that it wouldn’t work, so she nestled in her father’s arms again, letting the idea of her fate rest slowly into her head.

Time had passed. Days went by, more cracks appeared, one after the other. Wilbur was scared, mortified even, while Tallulah started to warm up to the idea of hatching everyday that passed by. Days were spent between the father and daughter, talks of stress and fear with parents and friends. Wilbur lost count of just how many times he had gone and visited his father, Phil just to ask what was normal and what wasn’t. And every time that he did, he was always teased, always asked if he had ever done this before. Wilbur knew that Phil was simply trying to get under his skin and make him think about Fundy, but it wasn’t working, he just wanted Tallulah to be like how she was before, crack free and young. No, he would never ever be able to say that out loud, but he could always think it. Always hold the idea close to him and never let it go no matter what.

Time continued to move on at a rapid pace, Tallulah becoming more cracked, and Wilbur becoming more stressed, watching his daughter, the light of his life grow older. He had many conversations with Quackity, the supposed father of his child due to marriage, and adoption. Tallulah didn’t seem to mind him all that much, but she definitely was getting done with his nonsense and his constant depressing jokes about his own dead kid. Quackity seemed more stoked about Tallulah hatching then Wilbur was, which made Tallulah giggle more than feel hurt about it. She knew deep down that Wilbur would always be excited for her, would always be there and happy to be there for her in any way that he could be, so just for now, Tallulah figured she could let it go.

Finally, after one more convenient timeskip, the day came where the final clear spot on Tallulah’s shell shattered. Basically, it was her time to hatch, to emerge as someone new. Wilbur paced back and forth, back and forth whilst Quackity stared expectantly at Tallulah, Phil and his child trying to comfort the father with everything that they could, offering comforting words that Tallulah would be okay, no matter what. “Must it be so soon!?” Wilbur exclaimed in fear, his eyes widened, and his hands shaking as Tallulah herself shook, pieces of the bright egg shell shattering off from her body. “Yea, mate I’m afraid so. Chyanne hatched a long while ago, it’s only a matter of time.” Phil’s words were gentle, although amusement glittered in his eyes, and a laugh stayed in the back of his throat. “Yea yea, I’m sure whatever you guys are saying is important, but your daughter is hatching, Wilbur.” Quackity cut in between the sweet monologue between a father and a son, getting mildly frustrated with Wilbur’s logic, and basic thinking patterns. They were so extra, but that’s what he had to expect after being engaged to this man for quite some time.

“What!?” Wilbur perked up and stared at his daughter as the final shell fell from Tallulah, revealing her human-like form. Small, stumpy dragon-like horns sprouted from Tallulah’s head, sharp claws glittered in the light of the room and a long, scaly tail grew from her back, two fox ears rested neatly on her head. The girl’s outfit was similar to Wilbur’s but with more color, more bright, bright color. Wilbur slapped his hand over his mouth in shock whilst Quackity, Phil and Chyanne celebrated, already stating proclamations of congratulations on working to get out the tough dragon eggs. “Lullah,,” Wilbur’s voice came out as a hush whisper, his eyes wide once more, welling up with tears in the deep corners of his eyes. The father rushed forward and scooped his daughter up into his arms, Talluah swiftly returning the hug and clinging onto her father, her one important person. The fox cooed quietly to her, holding her and rocking her in his arms, fatherly instincts kicking in from oh so long ago.

As it could be expected, Wilbur never let Tallulah out of his sight. Because she was birthed, brand new out of the dragon egg that she had been confined in for months, to almost a year, he was as protective of her as a wild animal is to their new young. Wilbur picked up the personality of a stressed parent once more, watching every move of any person that came close to his daughter. And Tallulah? Well, she was adjusting nicely, even if it was difficult, she overcame it nicely. Wilbur was swiftly helping her learn some basic English words to say out loud, whilst she helped him understand sign language in order to communicate with one another, without having to use bulky signs that took forever to set up.

“It’s sweet to see honestly.” Phil spoke quietly, glancing at Quackity as Wilbur chased Tallulah around the back garden that was connected to the house they had gathered at. “Although, I do wish it could always be like this, I know with time things will go back to normal.” The wise man continued, staring out the window for a few moments longer, Quackity’s eyes following the old man’s gaze. “Yea.” Quackity’s only reply seemed empty and cold as he watched the happy father and daughter. Was he a little salty? Yes, incredibly. But just because he was hurting didn’t mean that he could take that out on his new husband and child. “You know, Big Q, Wilbur’s been acting odd.” Phil finally addressed the elephant in the room. Wilbur’s weird behaviors. “I know.” He said quietly in reply. “With time, if he ever wants to tell me, I’ll let him.”

Wilbur stopped chasing his daughter, pressing his head tightly up against his back, groaning a bit as it cracked. “Why don’t you go find Chyanna, Lullah? Papa needs a break.” The dragonette nodded and rushed off, Phil laughed a little as his son approached, raising one eyebrow. “How's dad life?” He asked. “Delightful.” Wilbur replied, sarcasm lacing his tone. Wilbue knew that the older man was just trying to get under his skin. “It’s a blast, that’s why I raised three kids.” Phil chuckled again, glancing over at Quackity who raised an eyebrow. Sometimes Wilbur forgot that not everyone remembers past lives like his family did. Squinting, Wilbur rolled his eyes and turned away from the two and left to hide around the house.

Wilbur slowly brought his knees up to his chest and stared at the ground blankly ahead, his eyes unfocusing. Sometimes life was hard, but for once in all of his lives, all of his worlds that he’s been in, he felt content. Fundy would always haunt him. Who he was on that foul server is something that he could never confront. Phil wouldn’t listen to him commonly, when he spoke about it, probably because he was guilt ridden. The father grunted, and hid his face in his arms that rested neatly on top of his long, scarred legs. Sometimes he could still see Fundy. How? Through Tallulah mainly. He sees what his son once was in the small dragonette, the fox-like features that she took on from her father only further made Wilbur more convinced that Tallulah was simply some sort of sick joke put together by a group of people on this server. It made him sad. Tallulah was different then Fundy, she was- young, excited, what Fundy was before Wilbur ruined it with his stupid presidency dreams.

Before the fox knew it, he was asleep on the cold ground, curled up in a little ball, hidden away from his family. Tallulah was worried sick, even if he was so close, yet he was so far. She kept herself busy with Chyanne, but Quackity simply couldn’t. The duck decided to go see Wilbur. Shaking him awake, Quackity looked down at him, his face twisted in confusion. “What in the world are you doing?” Wilbur awoke with a start, looking around madly. “Huh?” He grunted out in confusion, his eyes blurry and not allowing him to blink out the sleep in them. “Wilbur, you were dead asleep on the ground for hours.” Quackity deadpanned, raising an eyebrow in judgment. “Oh.” Was all the fox said in reply. “OH?” Quackity asked in surprise, anger lacing his tone. “What has gotten into you? Ever since Tallulah hatched, you’ve been acting weird.” The duck seemed to be fed up with the nonsense that Wilbur was displaying for the family to see.

At first, all the fox could seem to do was flinch and stare dead ahead at something that the duck couldn’t see. “Fundy.” Wilbur said, nothing more, just that one name. “Who is that?” Quackity asked, scoffing again. “Has Phil never said anything to you about him?” The British accent that was once laced with excitement grew monotone, and sore. “I’m different from you, Quackity. I remember things that no one else but Phil does.” Wilbur continued speaking, rather slowly at that, each word he chose carefully thought out. “What does that have to do with anything?” The shorter male snapped. “Fundy was my son.” Wilbur finally admitted, his deep gaze not glancing at his husband. “In another life that is.” His voice grew shaky for a moment. “And I let him down.” Wilbur spoke softly, his ears resting back on his head. “Why do you think Phil makes jokes about how ‘I’ve done this before’? Because I have done this before. I have been a parent before and I have failed, all because of some stupid dream that I tried to chase!” Wilbur slowly grew more confident, standing up straight, his tone growing louder with each sentence that came out of his mouth. “I failed my son because of some stupid, idiotic dream I KNEW I could never achieve.” He snapped, his emotions rolling out of him in steady ways. All he could quietly hope was that Tallulah wasn’t here to see it.

“I see him in Tallulah sometimes.” His voice shattered, and grew more shaky, his eyes threatening to spill a waterfall of tears. “I see him when I don’t want to. And I don’t know how to stop it. Maybe that makes me a bad parent again, I don’t know.” The fox took a step back from Quackity, seemingly ready to rush out from the side of the house, into the deep abyss of the night that was creeping upon the family home that glowed a comforting yellow as a grandfather, and two children cuddled together chatting about family. “Wilbur-” Quackity didn’t know what to say. He didn’t fully understand. But clearly the understanding could wait, he wasn’t just going to stand here and watch his husband cry while doing nothing about it. “That doesn’t make you a bad parent.” He said finally, squinting at him. “You’re remembering things you don’t want to.” Quackity seemed more calm about this now, piecing the story together one bit at a time. He’d have to ask Phil about it later. “I don’t know anything about your past life, or mine, but I know that whatever happened wasn’t your fault.” Oh sweet naive Quackity. Wilbur blinked at the ground, thinking quiet thoughts. “You couldn’t be further from the truth, but I’ll accept it as I know you’re trying to be kind to me. It is appreciated.” Wilbur’s tears were starting to subside, his movements shaky as he neared closer to the small man.

Dropping to his knees harshly on the hard ground, Wilbur winced but said nothing about his pain as it was his own fault. He decided being on his knees would be easier for him to hold Quackity. Wrapping his long, lanky arms around Quackity, the fox rested his head on the other’s shoulder, closing his eyes and letting out a shuddery breath. Normally Quackity would’ve gotten offended by Wilbur’s action, but now didn’t seem like it was the time. It would never be the time. The duck swiftly hugged the fox and held him there. He would never know what this man meant, what he remembered or what he would do in the future, but he knew that in the end their little family would be okay.

“We need to go check on Tallulah.” Wilbur’s muffled voice broke the silence as they stood there, one on the ground and holding the other like they were a teddy bear. The taller man’s face still stayed buried in Quackity’s shoulder, his smell bringing the other comfort. “Let’s go then.” The duck moved a little bit, grabbing Wilbur’s hand and helping him up to his feet, the large fox tail puffing out as they moved to the house, Wilbur wincing at the pain in his knees. Quackity chuckled quietly, earning a smile from Wilbur as they entered the family home. Now imagine the most heartwarming scene of Tallulah rushing to hold her father, vowing to never let him go. Even if for a while, it’ll hurt Wilbur to think, he knew it’d pass. Besides, he fulfilled his goal. Finding his soulmate in every universe. And, his new little ray of sunshine. Tallulah would never replace Fundy, but Wilbur knew he had to move on. Life would be different now, and he was excited to see what the future held in this happy world of family, and homosexuality.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs #qsmp tallulah #qsmp wilbur #qsmp tntduo #headcanon #writing requests #will writes #tw shipping

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dandycandyboi · 27 days

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where anxiety belongs

tear tracks are hot. virgil learned this when he was 11. tear tracks are hot when he and thomas sit together in the feeling of not being good enough for anything, anyone. another project abandoned, another friend lost, another chance not taken.

it felt safer to abandon than it did to risk, and in the moment, virgil was sure he was doing the right thing but now he worries (and thomas worries) that he was wrong. maybe he wasn't doing the right thing. maybe he was wrong. maybe he was ruining their life and no one would ever be able to love him because he was unlovable and a coward and-

"hey now. that's enough of that."

morality doesn't really look at virgil. he never does. ever since virgil first starting going "dark", morality hasn't been able to look him in the eyes. comfort used to be for both him and thomas, but now virgil is scary, and so is best to be avoided.

morality coaxes thomas to hold the plush bear that reminded him of being a kid (before anxiety had started manifesting the way he did) and hold it close. he tells thomas a story about one of the many times that someone has loved and appreciated him. he helps Thomas feels better. puts a non-corporeal hand on his shoulder and reassures him that everything is going to be okay.

virgil used to get some of that comfort too, once upon a time. he feels the barest hints of it through the bond he has with thomas, and so even though he used to retreat when morality came, now he stays, hunkered down, holding onto that connection desperate for any kind of positive attention.

he's too young (they're both too young) to know the consequences of their action. they're both too young to know that ignoring him will only make him bitter, harsh, more powerful as his own resentment fuels his purpose. morality is too young to know that ignoring the dark side in the corner is just as unkind as the bully who'd caused the episode in the first place. but it's easy to say that some things are good and others are bad when you're 11. it's easy to say that dark things are best shoved into the shadows and forgotten about. it's easy to do this to him, to remus. to-

"this is very becoming. come along. we have so much time to waste."

janus puts one of his six hands on virgil's shoulder, but virgil shrugs him off.

"i'm fine."

they both know it's a lie, but he knows that deceit cares less about comforting virgil and more about getting him out of the light so that things look normal from the outside. virgil almost digs his heels in and stays just on principle, but he doesn't want to be here anymore anyway. morality is singing thomas a song that reminds him of the trip he took to the aquarium with his class last year (the best field trip ever) and virgil didn't want to be reminded that he was no longer worth consoling, just ignoring.

deceit pulls virgil into the dark, and he goes. because he wants to. because this is where he belongs. it's been made so clear to him that this is wear he belongs.

#will writes #anxiety virgil sanders #morality patton sanders #deceit janus sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #don't mind me I'm just having feelings apparently!#I did not know I could do that #it is terrible!#love will

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eeveelotions · 1 year

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oops my hand slipped again

#bowuigi #mario #luigi #bowser #fanfiction #eeveelotions #will writes

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wattpadscapcons · 1 year

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Character List (Will/Won't Write)

This was made at the very beginning of my blog and it's very difficult to scroll all the way down to the bottom to find it and edit it so I'mma just bring it to the front again.

Will Write

Danganronpa

- Shuichi Saihara (Pregame & Ingame)

- Murkuro Ikusaba

- Makoto Naegi

- Nagito Komaeda (Remnant & normal)

- Izuru Kamakura (only for after an attachment has been made on the reader, (After he has begun a relationship with him))

- Tsumugi Shirogane (Ingame and Pregame)

- Angie Yonaga (Pregame and Ingame) (keep it wholesome for Ingame bc her scenes ingame still freak me out a little)

- Gonta Gokuhara (will attempt Ingame & Pregame)

- Kokichi Ouma/Oma (Ingame & Pregame)

- Kyoko Kirigiri

- Hajime Hinata

- Mikan Tsumiki

- Maki Harukawa

- Ryota Mitarai (I'll try)

- Kazuichi Soda

- Chiaki Nanami

- Toko Fukawa

DRA

- Utsuro/ “Yuuki Maeda”

- Akane Taria (Will Attempt)

- Mikako Kurokawa (Will Attempt)

- Kinji Uehara

- Kiyoka Maki (Will Attempt)

- Kanata Inori

- Tsurugi Kinjo

- Teruya Ōtori

- Yamato Kisaragi

- Kakeru Yamaguchi (Will Attempt)

- Haruhiko Kobashikawa (Will Attempt)

SDRA2

- Yuki Maeda (with or without Sora's body) (Basically high school kid or traumatized adult with the power of Devine luck)

- Yuri Kagarin (Even though his Jojo form terrifies me, I would be writing him differently to change that specifically)

- Shinji Kasai

- Hibiki Otonokoji (Kanade will be referenced in everything you ask due to her constant pestering in her sister’s personal life)

- Sora (will attempt)

- Syobai/Shobai Hashimoto

- Hajime Makunouchi

- Yoruko Kabuya (will attempt) (only with female or GN! Reader though, I respect her canonically being gay)

- Utsuro

- Tsurugi Kinjo (Will attempt both with his current personality, and an alternate more calmed personality similar to his younger self)

- Teruya Otori (will attempt)

Won't Write (Due to zero or misunderstood data/ Uncomfortable With Writing For)

(Danganronpa 1-3)

- Remnants of Despair (There are only a few characters I’d even attempt writing for this, but the despair au makes me extremely uncomfortable) (excluding Komaeda)

- Teruteru Hanamura

- Hiyoko Saionji

- Gundham Tanaka (Stopped writing for him bc I forgot how I originally wrote him)

- Celestia Lundenberg (don't know how to write for her)

- Ibuki Mioda (Stopped writing for)

- Byakyua Togami

- Yasuhiro Hakakure

- Kiyotaka Ishimaru

- Chihiro Fujisaki

- Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu (Stopped writing for him)

- Kirumi Tojo

- Sayaka Maizono (I stopped writing for her a while ago)

- Korekiyo Shinguji

- Ryoma Hoshi (can’t figure out his character, or come up with a set of pregame headcanons that I’d be able to base off of)

- Leon Kuwata

- Himiko Yumeno

- Tenko Chabashira

- Rantaro Amami (Don't know how to write for him outside of pregame and I stopped writing pregame Rantaro a while ago)

- Kiibo/ K1-B0

- Kaito Momota

- Mahiru Koizumi (I have no idea how to write for her)

-J*nko End*sh*m* (I'd just make her too ooc, plus I hate her sm for hurting people)

- Hifumi Yamada

- Monokuma (Obvious Reasons)

- Monokids

- H*iji T*wa (Don't need to explain why)

- Shirokuma & Kurokuma

- M*u Ir*m* (trigger, please block out letters when talking about her)

- K**de Ak*m*tsu (major trigger, please block out letters when talking about her)

- Korekiyo Shinguji

- Sakura Ogami (Have no idea how to write for them)

- Mondo Owada (I just can’t like....write him without him seeming too ooc)

- Twogami/Ultimate Imposter (I don’t know enough about their character to write for them)

- Nekomaru Neidi (I don’t know how to write for this character!)

DRA

- Rei Mekaru (She’s mean in every context of the word)

- Kizuna Tomori (mean mean mean two-faced character)

- Mitsuhiro Higa (His attitude in game disgusts me)

- Satsuki Iranami (like her, just can’t write her)

SDRA2

- Alter Ego Mikado ( I hate him so so so so so so very much for trying to lay a hand on Utsuro, and what he had done to Yuki)

- Rei Mekaru

- Setsuka Chiebukuro (I don’t understand how to write for her)

- Monocrow (he’s a bird, and is the one sending people to their executions)

- Iroha (makes me uncomfortable)

- Kokoro Mitsume (her existence violates one of my rules)

- Kanade (Lets be honest I don’t need to explain this one)

- Nikei Yomiuri (Chapter 4, I don’t think I have to elaborate further)

#sdra2 hibiki #sdra2 sora #sdra2 #sdra2 x reader #dra #dra x reader #dra utsuro x reader #dra utsuro #character list #will writes #wont writes #danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa another #capcons #super danganronpa another 2 #danganronpav3 #sdr2 #ndrv3

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•eret x reader•

requested: no im simping for her currently :3 (eret gos by all pronouns btw)

pronouns used: he/him (trans)

tw//ed

status: lovers 💕

y/n pov

i was having a wonderful nap when i hear a nosie coming from my phone. somwonw was calling me

"helllo?" i say

"hi baby" eret said

"oh hi love" i say still tired

"im gonna be home in 15 minutes did you eat? do you want me to bring somthing home for us to eat?" she asked

"no thank you hun. i already ate" i say

"oh yeah? what did u eat" they asked

"uh- ramen i are ramen" i say

"ok love i will be home soon but im driving so goodbye" she says

"ok bye bye" i say

he hangs up the phone, so i go back to sleep.

~15 mins later~

"y/n! y/n wake up love" i hear a voice. i look up seeing my partner looking at me.

"hey eret" i say my voice more raspy then normal

"hey wanna watch heartstopper together?" she asks me

"ofc babe. i always have time for tori spring" i say

"ok get up" she says

"carry me." i say doing grabby hands which she dose. she carrys me to the living room and puts me on the couch. then he sits down bye me and i put my head on her lap. then i hear the door bell ring.

"baby can u get the door?" i ask too comfy to get up

"ofc darling" eret says getting up and putting a pillow under my head. it's probably the mail man. but when i look up i see eret with a bag. it looked like food. shit.

"who is it love?" i ask

"well i got you food" he says.oh no.

"im not hungy i alredy ate" i say sitting up.

"and what did you have" she asks me

"i told you ramen noodles" i said

"we do t have ramen" eret says

"wha-" i started but eret cut me off

"love you need to eat something wven if its just a noodle u need food or else you will starve yourself"

"thats the point eret" i say

"how will i live eithout you pretty boy?" he asks me

"i dont know there are so many diffrent people out there you can find someone" i say blankly

"please for me love?" she asks looking at me

"but ill get fat and then you wont like me anymore" i said staring down at my feet

"darling what you cant get fat from just one meal hun puls do you think that would matter?" he asks

"how are you so skinny?" i ask

"OH btw idc if hr skinny or not ill still love you!" i say

"see" she says looking at me i still dont make eye contact with them.

"but look at me!" i say tightening my cloths which show how cubby i am and my boobs that keep ni matter what i do working out just makes then bigger.

"and?" he starts "what do you think i see"

i look down then run off to the bed room crying. dose she really not like me? i thought they loved me :( god im so stupid. i took a blanket and a pillow and went into the closet and cried myself to sleep.

~time skip 2 hours eret pov~

"y/n?" i say my voice shaky from crying i fucked up. i fucked up big time. i think that he thought i was saying that he was cubby when hes not he is perfect and amazing. i love him with all my heart and i cant loose him. if i do i dont know what i would do. he is the best thing that has ever happend to me :(

"y/n are you in here" i ask going over to the closet m. i open it and see him asleep on the ground. hi s head on a pillow and a blanket over him to keep him warm. i scoop him up and bring him to bed and i lay next to him cuddling up to him. that woke him up when he noticed he was in bed he was fine but then when he saw that i was clinging on to him, he wiggled out of my grasp got ip and walked out then i heard the door open and the car start.

did he not like me anymore. was he trying to avoid me. where is he even going. dose he have a place to stay? i really hope hes safe. i felt my eye lids get tired and i drofted off into my dreams.

~time skip 6:00 am~

i woke up and went down stairs and i saw our car outside! that must mean y/ns home. i go and look around but i cant find him. where is he. oh wait he has to work today. but how did he get to work if his car is here. whatever.

•y/n pov•

"have a nice day!" i said smiling at the costumer that was walking off with there drink. then someone came in

"hi welcome to the star lake café how can i help you?" i ask looking up to benny

"oh my gosh is benny im my café?" i say

"nah the whole sandlot crew is" he says as evreyone walks out.

"omg hey i havent seen you guys in sooo long" i say walking around the counter hugging them all

"when do you get done with work?" ham asked me

"um i think 7:00pm today i took an extra shift" i say

"aww" all the boys said

"why cant you just take off today?" smalls asked

"i cant no one else is op-" i started but then one of my co-worker came in

"hey do you want me to take ur shift you look a little busy" my co-worker said

"yes thank you so much" i whisper back to them

we walk out of the coffee shop and i spot erets car. shit. eh whatever he's probably just hungry or something

"so how has the big leages been treating you benny boy" i ask looking at him as he swings an arm around me and smalls

"pretty good i mean when you have this one as the announcer you know its pretty good!" he says as me and smalls look at each other and smile.

"so theres no one at the sandlot anymore and if there is we can kick there asses. wanna go play some baseball?" kenny asks as we are passing the drug store.

"hell yeah" we all say. everyone else gos in as i wait

"y/n!" i hear a voice. eret. i turn around

"um hey" i say

"WHERE THE HELL WHERE YOU" he says as i cover my ears and run into the store scared that he might hit me

i run over to benny and barry my head into his chest and start crying as he comforts me

"what happend?" he asks softly

"e-eret yelled a-at me" i say in between sobs

"aww im sorry y/n/n" ham said

"come on lets go" squints said. we all went out of the store and was met by eret

"y/n please just let me talk to you" eret said softly

"fine." i say walking over to him

"listen im sorry i never meant what i said in that way ok hun?" he said bringing me into a hug

"i love you so much and it hurts me to know that i caused you all this trouble please just forgive me?" he continued

"i forgive you and im sorry i overreacted way too much" i say looking down

"its fine love" he says hugging me

"after your done playing baseball will you come home and cuddle me?" eret asks giving me puppy dog eyes

"of cores love" i say kissing him on the cheek and running off.

~time skip eret pov~

its getting dark out and y/n should be backz i mean he has been gone for ofer 6 hours i should be worrying. then i hear the door open and i get out of bed and run down stairs to see y/n with a black eye and shit.

"holy shit what the fuck happened?" i asked rushing over to him

"what dose it look like?" he stated "me and Philip got into a fight"

"oh poor baby" i say craddling him

"babe its fine. im going to bed" he says walking past me going upstairs.

i give him a minute to get into comfy clothes. then i go upstairs to see him in our bed. he gets up and hugs me. i see him in hello kitty pants with a hello kitty shirt. i hug him back and kiss his head.

"i want cuddles" he mumbles into my chest. awwww hes so cute!

"ok darling!" i say picking him up bringing him to our bed setting him on the bed. then i get up and change into my pjs and climb into bed next to the love of my life. then he grabs the remote and turns on Nightmare Before Christmas! then comes back over to me berrying his head in my chest.

"well hello there love!" i say.

"hi baby!" he says smiling at me. " lets watch the movie now!" he said excitedly. they he turned his attention to the tv and watches it.

about 20 minutes later i hear his breathing slow down. i look down and see y/n sleeping on my chest. i take a picture and go to sleep hugging him.

#eret x reader #eret mcyt #will writes

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