#bonbon drabbles

[wonryllis]

ʬʬ. ! POKER FACE ﹙ SHE'S GOT ME LIKE NOBODY ﹚

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park sunghoon with fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ enemies but secretly in love and oblivious, fluff. LIB? word count `2375

prompt. wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself from list 02. part of this event by @okwonyo

JAY VER. JAKE VER. SUNGHOON VER: one-sided

"you look like a chipmunk," and i wanna kiss you so bad right now. sunghoon really wishes he could do that, grab your jaw, fingers digging into your soft puffed cheeks, and pull you against him as he smashes his lips into yours.

he's been dreaming of it for as long as he can remember. for as long as he knew he shouldn't be dreaming of that. for as long as he knew you have hated him and for as long as he has been supposed to be hating you too.

look sunghoon doesn't really have a solid reason to hate you besides the fact that you crush on his best friend (especially when he's been here all along?) but if getting to talk to you and sticking close by comes at the cost of pretending to do, then he doesn't really mind it. though it doesn't do much because everyone, from friends to professors, everyone can see how he's been waiting on the opportunity to jump you.

and you? you are the most oblivious thing there can ever be. sunghoon could be right up in your face, whispering sweet nothings and everything in between and you'd refuse to believe he feels anything but hatred for you. if not that then annoyance? because you for sure are always annoyed at him and his flirty antics.

"shut-" he's suddenly reaching forward and across the table, hands cupping your cheek, oh god he's melting you're so soft, thumb swiping against your skin to wipe off the salad dressing. he puts it into his mouth next, sucking off the sweet sauce with an irritating smirk on his face,"so cute," a look of lure in his hooded eyes staring at you,"eat slowly baby no one's gonna take your foo-,"

"m nat yiur baby!" you interrupt immediately, speaking through the stuffed salad in your cheeks, eyes shifting back and forth to heeseung sitting beside him. praying he wouldn't misunderstand even though your insanely fast beating heart clearly knows who it's beating for.

"come on babies don't speak with full mouth, no matter how cute you look," i'm gonna die if you don't stop right now sunghoon feels like he'll combust any moment, blow his cover and mess everything up. he doesn't give a shit that your crush aka his friend, is sitting right next to him, if anything he's doing it in front of him on purpose even though he knows the boy has got no feelings for you. he has just got something for the way your face scrunches adorably when you get annoyed, and how your oh so kissable lips turn into an angry pout that does nothing to show your anger but tempt him even more.

"ou knww wat m levnig," grabbing your plate with you, you give heeseung a tight lipped cheery little smile and two short kicks under the table to sunghoon before leaving the area.

fuck park sunghoon and fuck his hotness and fuck how he gets to you every single time. your heartbeat keeps on getting higher and skipping beats with each step you take, repeatedly hearing his words in your head again and again. even more so when you hear the sound of his footsteps behind you, those very familiar clicking of his chelsea dress shoes that suit him devilishly well.

"enjoy," sunghoon leaves the table after you, patting his friend's back in a quick apology and rushing away.

"yo chipmunk cheeks! wait up for me!"

"get away!"

just fucking kiss already. lee heeseung has had it enough already. he can't stand third wheeling anymore, it's making him sick. he needs to get you two into seven minutes in heaven or something. just anything to end whatever this is you have going on with him stuck in between.

"whatcha doin baby chicks?" sunghoon's annoying ass voice has you looking up from your book, eyes following him as he drags out the chair beside yours and plops himself down smugly. he's alone. he's alone alone.

"where's heeseung?" you ask, remembering how he promised he'd bring along the boy for a study date. the sole reason you agreed to meet him in the library.

"somewhere between those shelves," sunghoon fingers point towards the rows behind your table,"probably getting you know what," he suggests, resting his head on his hands, staring at you trying to find your guy. "liar, he's not like you," you retort and it has sunghoon grinning from ear to ear,"hm, what do you think i am like?" there's a hint of amusement and a tone of teasing in his voice, it makes it hard for you to conceal your nervousness. so many times of it happening yet you still can't control the fluttering butterflies and sparks in your stomach. are you sure you're crushing on the right person? well heeseung is nice he helps you with notes from missed classes and most importantly doesn't taunt you for being second.

"a predator," nevertheless trying to outwardly stand your ground is something you have learned to do when it comes to him. do not show how weak he gets you. do not let him have the upper hand. that's been your motto since day one.

you almost feel your heart jumping out of your chest when he bends to grab the seat of your chair and pulls you closer, leaning so close to your face, you feel his breath hit your lips with every exhale,"so you must be my pretty little prey?" if you move just an inch forward you'd end up smearing your cherry gloss on his chapped lips, feeling hyper aware of every little movement from the touch of his fingers near the hem of your skirt to the little shifting you do in your seat. fidgeting and constant staring at each other's lips. the faint hovering of his palm on your thighs, the other lingering over hand resting on the table, like a cage in between,"you're gettin-"

"guys i finally found it!" you're snapped out of it when heeseung slams a pile of books on the table, hands flapping up to slap against sunghoon's chest and push him away with all the might you got.

it takes you a few minutes to settle yourself down into calm, ignoring the way sunghoon complains about being harshly shoved for apparently no reason. and smiling at heeseung as he explains how he'd been trying to look for some books on zoology which somehow happened to always be borrowed out, that is until today. you take a second look at the books he shows, hitting an embarassing realization, eyes switching between the two guys.

"wait- you were looking for these books over there?" pointing to the same rows sunghoon did initially.

"what else were you thinking in that tiny head of yours, chipmunk?" sunghoon wiggles his brows suggestively knowing exactly what you were thinking of, enjoying the way you come to the horrific realization of how you both were just flirting, more specifically of what you implied and what you didn't deny.

"nothing, shut up and do your own work!" a poor attempt at brushing it off but he'll let it go since you aren't really alone right now. a lovesick grin, eyes trained on you the entire time. only heeseung notices and once again wonders of when you'll knock it off.

"miss second place at a frat party? that's new," if there's hell, yours is definitely tied to sunghoon, your personal lucifer on guard. amidst a roaring crowd of people he still manages to find you and get on your nervous in a matter of seconds. time and again he's proven to be the bane of your existence.

"shouldn't that go for you, mr first place? don't you want to keep it?" against the counter on the far end of the kitchen, he has you trapped.

"keeping you? i think i already have it," his lips grazing over your ear as he whispers in a low voice, pulling away immediately to leave you wanting for more. "no i-" you shutter for the first time in front of him, shit.

"i meant the last assignment, i scored more than you," you sound much softer and tinier than you would have ever liked to, but your brain's in such a mess you can't think straight.

"you're so studious it's cute but chipmunk i couldn't give a shit about being second place to you, you can take my place any time you like," he gets so much closer again you start panicking, if you don't get out of here right now, losing all your pride and prudence to him wouldn't be impossible anymore.

pushing him away slightly you hope he'd give way to you,"i'm gonna go find heeseung," adding all the more reason to it. "let me help you with that," but he's adamant on not leaving you alone today. six months of watching you have a crush on his best friend and he's had enough.

dragging you out to the living room, he brings you to the couch on the other end of where heeseung stands surrounded by his group of friends. and sitting down on it, is immediately pulling you onto his lap, hands going around the waist to hold you close,"let's make him jealous," his lips brush against yours, getting a sweet taste of your lipgloss. just like how he's always imagined.

"kiss me,"

and heeseung sighs from across the room. fucking finally.

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[okwonyo]

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[bunnibaby-love]

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degradation nsfw, drabble

step daddy nsfw, drabble

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bunny reader corruption nsfw

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♡ various fandoms (gi, hsr, jjk)

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shoe humping

hand thirst

biceps thirst

eating you out

how they fuck

petite reader

SFW

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[basilpaste]

Love Sick

(Hey! There are themes of romantic coercion in this this drabble! Stay safe!)

… You've asked Sif to date you in six loops now. Six times, knowing nothing mattered — that in the end you'd just go back and he'd never remember, you asked him to be yours. And… he said yes. Every time. They said yes. You went through six loops with Siffrin as your partner.

Is it comforting? To know that they return your feelings?

The first time you were overjoyed! The others were still… nice. Weren't they? It was nice! To see them look at you that way! In the bashful, giddy sort of way you look at them. It was fun to watch Bonbon win their bet with m'dame Odile, to see Mira's shock. Holding Siffrin's hand never stopped being something that made your heart swell.

Six times is… a lot, though. You've been doing this whole thing a lot, to be fair! It was just different with this! And maybe it's not actually different, but it feels different.

Because… it's not fair to them, is it? That you get to do this over and over again? That you get to learn all these details they'd never share with you if you weren't looping? You love them. That's what you tell yourself. Would someone who loves somebody do this to them? Use them like a model? Tweaking the details until it's perfect? You say all the right words in the right order, make them feel loved, hold them close.

But do you love them still?

"Um… Isa?" He speaks, drawing you from your thoughts. "You wanted to ask me something?"

You did. You do. You want to ask him to be yours. Again and again and again. To feel loved by someone so dear to you. Always.

Change. How awful is that?

You're a monster. How could you ever do this to someone? Force them to be with you so many times? How could you! Sif doesn't have a choice! You've entirely taken it away from him! Stitched his mouth and tugged at the strings until they said exactly what you wanted them to. He has no option but to say yes to you!

This only happened...

because

you

MADE

IT.

You open your mouth to say something — anything.

You choke on your tongue. You can't breathe. He's staring at you, he looks so worried. You forced them to feel like this. In a world already so devoid of change you gave him a new option and turned it into the default!

You don't — you can't—

…

You are kneeling in front of the Favor Tree. Your throat burns from the taste of sugar.

[thewritersaddictions]

Requests/Drabbles: (TVD) Damon Salvatore- My Girl

This girl's night had been planned for nearly two weeks now, so when the girls piled into the car to drive over to Bonnie's house it was a show to just beginning.

Caroline had brought the best smelling pastries. A new bakery had open up just a few days ago, she said it was treat for all the shit we had been going through recently.

Elena had grabbed about eight dozen movies off her rack at home. Tonight's theme was romcom, I had brought the wine. A few different bottles of wine.

The drive back to Bonnie's was filled with light chatter, and lots and lots of 2000's music blaring through the speakers. The fall weather was a nice touch as well as the leaves were crunched beneath the car's tire, and our feet.

We all giggled with excitment as we tired and were not successful in making the three butt couch a four butt couch. With Elena putting in the first romcom of the night, I was okay with pouring four large glasses of wine and ditching them out to their owners. Caroline and Elena were shoulder to shoulder as I and Bonnie sat pretty much ontop of each other.

It was nearly two more romcom's later before I was a giggly, content women dancing around with Elena in the living room. The ending of 'Pretty Women' was playing, my cheeks felt hot and warm to the touch.

"Elena I love you so much…" You said dragging her to touch our foreheads together. "Aww, I love you too." The air filled between us with the smell of white wine, and pastires. She giggled, so I giggled.

Caroline was fast asleep her cheek pressed into the side of the couch, and half the blanket covering her curled up body. Bonnie wasn't anywhere around, but the sound of clinking and clanking coming from the kitchen gave her away.

"Bonnie! Where'd you go!?" I screamed, yelled into the space between Elena and I. A murmured shh, came from Caroline's lip. "I'm in here you goofs." Bonnie asnwered. She didn't seem that drunk, or at least a little buzzed. "Come one sit back down Elena and I wanna watch 'nother movie." Your words starting to mumble together.

"No I called Damon, to come pick you up." Bonnie declares. You go to pout, but the thought of Damon makes me all warm, and shivery. "Okay." You don't argue with her anymore, rather you take a seat on the edge of the couch. "He said he'd be here in a few maybe ten minutes." Bonnie tells me you nod, and start to wait.

"Come on Elena, let's get you to bed ya." You can hear Bonnie talking to Elena and then a tiny grumble but nothing else. Footsteps that are loud at first, and then quiet as the two of them make their way up the stairs and to Bonnie's guests room.

Lights come through the blinds of the house, and it's just a moment later when there's a knock on the door. You jump up, rushing towards to the door. When you open it Damon is standing there with his hands on his hips. Staring at you. "Come on honey." Damon says as he stands there waiting for you at the door's frame.

"Okay." You say dopely with a smile on your fface. Grabbing your pruse at the front of the door, and grabbing his hand to walk down the stiars of Bonnie's front porch. Before the two of you can get very far Bonnie is calling out Damon's name. "You take care of her Damon, she's had at least four large glasses of wine. She pours a lot." Damon rolls his eyes, "Of course BonBon." Damon's voice echos through the tree, and night sky.

You cling to his side, as he walks you to the side of his car. The slick blue where you almost see your reflection through the paint. "You should have told me you were having a girls night." Damon says as he opens the passengar door for you. You grumlbe under your breath. "I did Damon, you just forgot." You whine.

Damon comes down to face level with you. Grasping onto the buckle to bolt you into the seaat for the ride back home. Your hand comes up to grab at his cheek. Trying to pull him in closer. "Whatever you're thinking of doing just don't pretty girl." Damon says. The latching of the buckle clicking, and before you know it the door is slamming shut and you watch as Damon walks around the car to the drivers door.

It's not until Damon is driving down the main street to get to the Salvatore residence that your hands get a mind of their own. They go from your lap, to tangled together, to just one of your thigh and the other traveling, in search of the meaty thighs of Damon. When you do finally manage to grab onto the meaty flesh the car swerves a bit. Making your shirek with both excitment and fear. "Missy if you don't put… move your hand." Damon demands. "But what if I don't wanna?" You say shaking your head in his direction. "Love, I know you okay. I know what your playing at and it's not happening." Damon says trying to control his voice.

"I'm not playing about anything." You can barely see Damon shake his head. You move wiggling beneath the belt, to get somewhat closer to Damon. "Please I just wanna touch you Damon!" You beg him. You can feel the heavy air that blows from his nose as he tries to push you away from him as he's driving down the road.

"NO." Damon says adamently. Pushing your wandering hands off his thighs and into your own lap. "Now be a good silent girl, and just sit there until we get home, and then you're going to bed." Damon demands. You huff, but sit there silently.

Just waiting to get home to annoy him further.

Completed on: 10/18/23

Posted on: 11/18/23

TVD-

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[bookofbonbon]

Aemond Targaryen - Written by Book of Bonbon.

This is a side blog. Main account: @blogofbonbon

Latest update: 10 April 2023.

Requests: Closed.

Oneshots:

I Know Yours (18.10.2022) People watching with Aemond turns into an interesting conversation.

Love Lost (21.10.2022) You are forced to see Aemond after six long years much to your dismay after finding out you are still to be wed to him.

Few & Far (26.10.2022) Targaryen weddings were few and far between and the whole realm has waited for what the much-desired Prince Aemond would do.

Family (30.10.2022) The wonders of alcohol on one's memory.

Duty Over Love (13.11.2022) You reunite with Aemond 10 years after he chose duty to his family over his love for you.

Unwavering (27.11.2022) Aemond's loyalty to you is unwavering, he will always chose you.

The Fool Who Thought He Could Kill His Wife (16.12.2022) You exact your revenge on your husband after he conspires with his mistress to have you killed.

Lamb to the Slaughter + Aegon II Targaryen (21.12.2022) You have developed an unhealthy coping mechanism post-war at the detriment of your own safety and worry of your husband.

Holy/Unholy (05.01.2023) Aemond becomes enamoured by a seeming whore of the Street of Silk.

Series:

Through The Ages. (20.11.2022 - ) Excerpts of little moments throughout your relationship with Aemond.

Drabble Requests:

“can you look at me? please?” (29.10.2022)

“it’s too late.” (29.10.2022)

"help me make this right." "there's nothing in this world that could stop me from protecting you." (01.11.2022)

"i won't give up on you." "please don't make me do this." (10.11.2022)

"was any of it real? or is this your way of getting back at my father?" "please, don't shut me out again." (05.02.2023).

Titles + Descriptions Requests:

"War of Hearts" (03.01.2023)

"The Dead Lover" (15.01.2023)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/places mentioned above.

Do not copy. Do not translate. Do not repost.

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[keanureevesisbae]

Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: You meet a visually impaired man in the gym and sooner rather than later, the three of you (if you include his cute guide dog) are becoming quite close.

Wordcount: 1.1k

Warnings: mentions of ancient castration (though I am not sure if that needs a warning?

A/N: Syverson is visually impaired in this story, as this drabble was based on one of the storylines of the game Best Friend Forever (highly recommend this game if you have a Nintendo Switch, are into dating simulations - the greatest part: the diversity in this game is AMAZING)

As you were waiting for another minute to pass, before you could do another set on the abductor inner thigh, when a man with a dog sat across from you on the abductor for the outer thigh, approximately ten feet away from you. You saw it instantly: the sunglasses, the guide dog. This man was visually impaired.

The dog was sweet, not in the way for anyone at all and because you knew you weren’t supposed to pet them or even acknowledge them really, you averted your eyes, which was hard, since dogs pulled you in like a magnet. 

The guts of the man to come here, all by himself. You applauded him for it. 

However, this man didn’t came in here unnoticed. The same man who always shamelessly ogled you, now thought it was appropriate to make his way over to the man and his guide dog. The man across from you—who was by the way super fucking handsome—must’ve felt someone approaching him. ‘Yes?’ he asked, his voice low and deep.

Mister Disgusting lured at the dog. ‘Cute dog,’ he said.

‘Thank you. Please do not pet him. He’s working.’

‘Come on,’ Disgusting said. ‘Just one pet.’

The attractive man said something, however you couldn’t overhear. What you could see though, was that Disgusting had no intention of moving away.

You feared you actually had to do something about this. You pushed yourself from the equipment and made your way to the pair. ‘Excuse me,’ you said, ‘you really shouldn’t pet the dog. Like the owner said, he’s working.’

‘So?’

The audacity of this man to be this ignorant is bold to say the least.

‘It’s on his gear,’ you explained. When it remained totally blank behind mister Disgusting’s eyes, you clarified by saying: ‘No petting.’

The man seemed torn in going away and staying put. 

While the man whose dog it was kept calm and explained why the canine must be left alone, you were losing your patience, especially when it became obvious the dog became visibly uneasy. 

‘Have you ever heard the story about the practices of ancient castration?’ you then asked. You had discovered over the years that bringing up castration had a 90 percent success rate of making men disappear, especially when you add a certain look to it.

And it proved to work, because he scooted away, leaving you alone with the handsome man.

‘I’m really sorry,’ you said. ‘That idiot doesn’t take no for an answer. Clearly.’

He chuckled. ‘Thanks for stepping in.’

‘Sure, no problem. I’m Y/N, by the way.’

‘I’m Sy and this is Axel.’ Before you could answer, he asked: ‘So, ancient castration?’ 

‘Works like a charm,’ you laughed.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

Sy and Axel soon became your favorite pair to hang out with. During your first date, you went to a cute little cafe, drank coffee, tried tons of bonbons and made a stroll through the park. Despite his inability to see, Sy was the most amazing man you had ever met. Thoughtful, attentive and you had never felt so understood, so noticed. He was the absolute gentleman, insisted on paying, walked on the street side of the curb and gave you his jacket when you were shivering.

However, he also didn’t mind you helping him out. Asking if he had the right card to pay, if he had anything on his face. 

Because of the fact he couldn’t see, you let him touch your hand, as he paid attention to every detail. Your slightly crooked finger after you broke it once, the rings you wore. He noticed it all.

And now you were about to visit his place for the first time and you were slightly nervous.

You ringed the bell and it didn’t take long before the door opened. Axel wasn’t wearing his harness in the safety of his own place, meaning you could pet him. It was actually the first time you met up with Axel when he wasn’t working. Despite being the prime example of concentration during working hours, Sy admitted the canine loved hearing your voice when you would FaceTime after dates, getting all excited.

Finally you could drop to your knees. ‘Hi Axel,’ you squealed, scraping him behind his ears, giving him a kiss on top of his head. Axel’s tail wagged like crazy and you feared he was going to break it.

‘You’re happy to see her, boy?’ Sy asked with a chuckle, feeling the tail against his leg.

The dog stepped back and you stood up straight. 

Only now you realized he was wearing a pink apron with white hearts on it. ‘Hi Sy,’ you said, ‘you look dapper with the apron on. You do know it’s pink with hearts?’

‘I am aware,’ he noted with a smile, holding out his hand. You took it with a smile and you walked inside. ‘My friends gave it to me as a joke.’ You two made your way to the kitchen and he added: ‘I’ve got you one too. The girl in the store said it was red, orange and yellow.’

‘The girl was correct,’ you said, as you put it on. ‘Okay, now tell me: what are we going to cook?’

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

After a sublime dinner, you two crashed on the couch, Axel chewing on a little snack, his tail lazily wagging. You had placed your elbow on the backrest of the couch, as you had turned sideways, so you could look at him. Sy had once again found your hand, his fingers tracing your own.

‘So,’ Sy said, ‘I went to the gym today.’

‘Oh, how was it?’

‘That man was there again,’ he continued, ‘I kinda smelled him before I heard him.’

Ew, gross. ‘He does carry a very particular, not so pleasant odor with him.’ You tilted your head. ‘Did he bother you again?’

‘A little, but I kinda mentioned how my girlfriend had never finished telling him about the procedures of ancient castration.’

You started to laugh, however you were quick to realize he said something strange, besides the ancient castration. ‘Wait a minute, your girlfriend?’ You asked. ‘Sy, do you see me as your girlfriend?’

He blushed a little and you couldn’t stop your squeals, as you nearly launched yourself on top of him, wrapping your arms tightly around him. 

‘You want me to be your girlfriend?’

Sy chuckled. ‘I’d love for you to be my girlfriend,’ he said. ‘I haven’t felt this normal since I lost my eyesight. You… You are perfect.’

You pressed a kiss on his cheek. ‘You’re perfect too, Sy,’ you whispered. ‘Would you mind if I kissed you?’

He shook his head. ‘No, I wouldn’t mind at all.’

Right when you wanted to press your lips on his, Axel jumped on the two of you, his tongue first licking your face, before he went to Sy.

‘Ah, you big fella,’ Sy said. ‘You really are being the biggest cockblock, aren’t you? I was about to kiss my girlfriend.’

It earned him a little howl. 

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you chuckled. ‘And because you are so darling, I will refrain myself from any castration comments, though you already went through that procedure, didn’t you?’

He barked again, happily giving you two more sloppy kisses.

❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎

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[dxngerfangs]

wanna be my valentine?

valentine drabble special for the boys in the pokemon au bc it's all I do rn -> 947 words of geetrick being idiots in love w/ established relationship

So maybe he should have listened to Espeon and got the invite earlier, and maybe he shouldn’t have waited until the very same day to give it to Patrick. But it was a Valentine’s gift, supposed to be a surprise. What was the point if he gave it earlier in the week and Patrick already knew his gift on the day? It was a fancy dinner, either way, Patrick was supposed to be free by then.

He wasn’t counting on Patrick dropping off the face of the earth, though.

By the time Gerard woke, he was already gone. Which was weird, but whatever. Things got progressively more ridiculously difficult for him when Patrick refused to answer his calls or messages. 

Then he wasn’t in the Lab. Venusaur was sunbathing outside, her trainer was nowhere near. Lazily, she walked him inside, gave him a heart-shaped chocolate bonbon from on Patrick’s desk, and told Espeon that Patrick had gone down to Cinnabar Island.

“What the fuck is he doing on Cinnabar Island?” He asked himself as he flew Salamence there.

It wasn’t like the island was too big, and unless Patrick was hiding in a hole in the wall of a cave, Gerard didn’t find him anywhere, even after walking through the inside of the volcano.

The lab techs, scared as they were of Patrick, denied seeing him, but told him about a project of his on Mt. Moon. They, too, seemed to be in the Valentine’s spirit because they offered Gerard a bonbon, and how could he refuse when it was one of those filled with salted caramel.

Again, he flew up to Mt. Moon, growing more frustrated as lunch time approached and time ran out. Espeon was growing insufferably smug about her warnings of doing things sooner.

Mt. Moon was vacant in a way he had never seen before. In fact, other than a bunch of Clefairies running around and a flock of Zubats fast asleep, it was deserted. Save for Andy, who seemed to be training near the top.

“No clue where Patrick may be.” He shrugged, “You should try Saffron, though. Oh! Here, have this, happy Valentine, I guess.” 

Gerard received a bonbon, this time, white chocolate. He stuffed it in his pocket and flew to Saffron. 

Saffron was a big city, and he didn’t have the time to search it all for his squirrely boyfriend, so he went to the gym.

Gabe had decorated it ceiling to floor with heart-shaped paraphernalia, a myriad of flowers all around. The only way to describe it was tacky. But at least it disguised the sheer ugliness of Gabe’s thematic outfit.

“Haven’t seen him! Happy Valentines!” Gabe exclaimed happily before he could open his mouth to ask. 

With a wave of the hand his Exeggutor sent a bonbon flying to Gerard’s head, and he was promptly pushed out of the gym.

“Well, that’s just fucking rude.” He muttered, offense only growing when he saw the door opening and Espeon walking out primly by herself.

‘Viridian Forest.’ She told him before he could complain.

So there they went because Gerard’s life was ruled by creatures smaller than him, with mean streaks.

By the time he made it to the heart of Viridian Forest, it was already mid afternoon and he was steadily and quickly losing any last hope of making it to dinner.

Espeon squished under some bushes determinedly, and he followed with a sigh.

There were no words for the sight of Patrick, with a blinding smile and a bouquet of flowers, standing in the middle of the clearing like Gerard hadn’t been looking all over for him the entire day.

“So…?” Patrick chirped out curiously, seemingly proud of himself.

“So?”

“So whatcha say?”

“I’ve been looking for you all day!” He frowned confusedly, throwing his hands out.

“Yeah, that was the point.” Patrick's face slowly morphed to match his confusion, eyeing Gerard oddly, “It was a gymkhana.”

“A gymkhana?”

“Yeah! Didn’t you get the confectionaries?”

“People gave me bonbons, yeah.”

“And didn’t you read the wrappers?”

With a deep frown, Gerard reached in his pocket and pulled out the two wrappers, and after straightening them, he could see the insides perfectly scribbled with the words wanna and be. In a hassle, he pulled out the other two untouched confectionaries and quickly unwrapped them to see the rest of the message spelling my valentine? 

He stared at Patrick and the bouquet with his mouth open in disbelief. Patrick wasn’t one for grand gestures, so he hadn’t even thought of him planning something for valentines. 

With a self-tormented groan, he dropped his face to Patrick’s shoulder, making him move the flowers away so they wouldn’t get squished. 

“Of course I wanna be your valentine…” He whined.

Patrick laughed, pressing a kiss to his head and patting his back encouragingly, “Great. We should hurry, wouldn’t want to be late to your dinner reservations.”

“You knew!” He pushed back, wide eyes and wide mouth in utter disbelief as things pieced together in his mind.

“You should have listened to Espeon and told me yesterday so we could actually make plans.” Patrick reproached lightly, a self-satisfied smile on his face. “I won’t lie I was hoping you were stubborn enough so I could pull this stunt.”

Well, at least that explained the suit pants. 

With a sigh and a kiss on the lips, he accepted the bouquet with one hand, taking Patrick’s in the other as they turned to walk out of the forest, Espeon following smugly.

“Now I’m not dressed for a fancy place.”

“You were champion, you don’t need fancy clothes to be let in places.”

[boilyerheid]

Oooh, 53 for Solving on the drabble thingies??

One day, Edward thinks, he'll learn that coming into the office early is always a bad idea.

"Ned, just the man I wanted to see." Sol drops his backpack next to his desk and makes a beeline for Edward, despite his attempts to shrink into his chair without moving. Sol perches on the edge of his desk, arse directly creasing a stack of papers with nary a care. "Neddy, if I came up to you and said hey, you're the love of my life, let's run away together and eat bonbons and each other's arses in gay Paree - what would you do?"

"You don't have to put it like that!" John (Irving flavour) is hot on Sol's heels, scowling above the tartan scarf covering half his face and holding two travel cups of coffee. He avoids his boyfriend's grabby hand and passes one to Edward instead, who can feel his eyes darting between them like a cornered prey animal.

We're all family here, Crozier had said upon him joining the team. He'd never anticipated quite how literally his boss meant it.

"Answer the question," Sol prompts, glaring right back at John, caffeineless and offended.

"Er... I'd probably ask what the fuck you were on about and ask if everything was okay with Jo-"

"See!" Sol cuts him off before he can even finish the timid sentence, gesturing at his boyfriend so wildly he nearly slaps Edward in the face. John seems unmoved, face stony and expression withering. "I told you-"

"Well what am I supposed to think? When you wake up and tell me that you and Edw-"

"I can't control me dreams, can I?!" The argument grabs the attention of everyone who enters, as the rest of the staff trickle into the office, and Edward begins to physically slide down in his seat to avoid being embroiled in the (evidently batshit) narrative. "My subconscious can't cheat, John!"

Edward thinks he's having some sort of anxious hallucination when he starts to slowly move away from the pair - and his desk - but quickly realises that George has simply leaned over from his cubicle and is steadily rolling his friend's chair towards the safety of padded cardboard partitions. Perhaps hiding in here until the latest Irving-Tozer barney blows over is the smartest course of action.

[btsqualityy]

parks fluff 💛 jimin is weak when it comes to all of his kids, but his daughters have an actual spell on his heart. they could get away with anything especially when they speak french because he thinks it’s so adorable with their little lisp. sydney (3) has been in the habit of taking advantage of her cuteness at an early age. she knows that if she asks for anything in french, jimin is gonna say yes everytime, mainly because he doesn’t know what she’s saying.

sydney: papa bonbon? 🥺 (candy daddy?)

jimin: of course baby, 🥰

jimin looks down at his wife’s twin and melts at her doe eyes. without hesitation he happily agrees and gives her a kiss. sydney giggles and runs into the kitchen before toddling off to her room. 10 minutes later mama park is seated on the couch with her legs in jimin’s lap, scrolling through her phone. sydney comes back downstairs. she goes back to jimin once again and says,

sydney: plus de bonbon papa? 🥺 (“more candy daddy?” in french)

while jimin thinks his heart is actually going to burst at how cute his baby is, mama park quirks a brow.

jimin: yes my princess, have as many bonbons as you want 🥹

jimin smothers sydney in kisses as she giggles and runs back to the kitchen

mama park: …jimin, what was that?

jimin: what? my baby asked me for more kisses?

mama park: no she didn’t…

jimin: …😐

mama park: do you really know what she said?

jimin: she asked for kisses.. right?

mama park: jimin she asked for candy. she said “more candy daddy?” in french.

jimin: …….so that’s why she always runs to the kitchen afterwards.. 😗

mama park: i can’t do this with you today,

mama park gets up and heads towards the kitchen

mama park: pile courte 🙄 (“short stack” in french)

jimin: yah!! stop calling me that! i don’t know what it means but noah said it isn’t nice!

-mini drabble anon 💘 p.s. firm believer that part of the reason why jimin won’t study french is because he likes being surprised and caught off guard when his wife speaks it, and not knowing what she’s saying is flirty to him 🤭😂

This is hilarious 😭🤣Jimin would definitely avoid learning French 😭

[okwonyo]

(7)가격표로 가득해 second prod. okwonyo— do not spam likes >0<

seven

headcanons

why people ship the both of you together ─ REVAMPING

what people that ship you would post ─ REVAMPING

touches full of love ─ REVAMPING

falling in your arms ─ REVAMPING

but not kiss

show you off

pretty hair clips, ruffled hair

like in the movies

bed — REVAMPING

raise your lightstick

kitchen — REVAMPING

airport — REVAMPING

first date

with your younger sibling

spooky day — REVAMPING

where my love passed

heart-shaped mouth

acts of love

never let go of me

once bitten and twice shy

will you keep it secret — REVAMPING

older ( maknae line ) — REVAMPING

highshcool sweethearts ( maknae line )

in your embrace ( maknae line )

boyfriend ! ( hyungline ) — REVAMPING

heels ( huyngline ) — REVAMPING

enamored soul ( hyung line )

hands ( hyung line )

cold hands ( hyung line )

i don't understand but i love you ( hyung line )

princess treatment ( hyung line )

reactions

reacting to fans interactions ( idol au )

playing your love interest in a kdrama ( idol au )

being your mc partner ( idol au )

seeing you perform for the first time ( idol au )

revceiving a peck while with the members ( idol au )

when you refuse their kiss ( non-idol au )

when you call them babe ( non-idol au )

when you are crying ( non-idol au )

when you are jealous ( non-idol au )

you sleeping on another member's shoulder ( non-idol au )

when they are sick ( non-idol au )

when you are sensitive to loud noise ( non-idol au )

when you post them to a tiktok trend ( non-idol au )

introducing you to other members ( non-idol au )

when you are sick ( non-idol au )

when they are jealous ( non-idol au )

when you are being pouty ( non-idol au )

being pulled by the collar for a kiss ( non-idol au )

waking you up ( non-idol au )

under the mistletoe ( non-idol au )

reacting to new piercing ( non-idol au )

making grabby hands while in bed ( non-idol au )

you not saying i love you back ( non-idol au )

seeing you in their clothes ( non-idol au )

being jumped on and not let up ( non-idol au )

when you accidentally hurt yourself ( non-idol au )

when you give yourself as a gift ( non-idol au )

receiving flowers ( non-idol au )

when you are a picky eater ( hyung line )

series

my modern romance ( a boyfriend enhypen drabble series )

events

bonbon fraise event

이희승 ♡ LSH

first love ( thought )

make up ( thought )

bus stop ( drabble )

stan twitter ( smau )

stan twitter II ( smau )

cupid walks right through ( smau )

soft launch ( smau )

박종성 ♡ PJS

i hope i reached you ( headcanons )

brag about it ( thought ) — REVAMPING

naps ( thought )

perfect ( thought )

sugarcoated mouth ( drabble )

hiding in plain sight ( mini smau )

totally my type ( smau )

boyfriend texts ( smau )

soft launch ( smau )

심재윤 ♡ SJY

angelic and dulcet ( thought )

kiss under fireworks ( thought )

how would he initiate cuddles

super shy ( smau )

soft launch ( smau )

social media dump ( smau )

you cheater ( smau )

박성훈 ♡ PSH

ourobos, tragedies & fate ( drabble ) — REVAMPING

kisses and pecks ( drabble )

blooming flush ( drabble )

lovers in seoul ( headcanons ) — REVAMPING

big flirt ( smau )

김선우 ♡ KSN

morning kisses ( drabble )

양정원 ♡ YJW

capture the moment ( thought )

philosophy of love ( headcanons )

photobooth ( drabble )

西村 力 ♡ NRK

you'll be my sunlight ( headcanons ) — REVAMPING

gold rush ( drabble )

study session ( drabble )

tracking tag for works: ⠀♡ ꒰˵ˊᯅˋ˵꒱

[bonny-kookoo]

i miss detective yoongi :( have you seen his tuxedo outfit on the movie night? i miss his soft ass :( tell me bonbon how are they doing?

Your wish was granted, I JUST posted a drabble haha

[bunnibaby-love]

Bonbon notes❤️

🍼 i cannot control viewers age, anyone can interact but reminder that i wrote mainly mature contents

🍼 i only write sub readers

🍼 i only write dom characters, might be ooc

🍼 i only write female reader

🍼 unless stated on drabbles, can be any gender

🍼 write fluff, smut or drabble on inbox, if not i'll write whatever

🍼 eng isn't my first language

🍼 anyone can interact, kindly blocked me if my works makes you uncomfortable

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[el-yon]

Fic drabble #1

It was Yumichika’s birthday and I wanted to make something for him. I have a lot of drabbles on my silly-texts’ draw, and realized I had this Orihime-Yumichika shot that I wanted to use. It was going to come up on Connecting Heart’s Valentine’s Special, but I am not sure of it yet... anyhow, for this beauty’s birthday, I wanted to share this for Yumichika, Orihime, and IkkaYumi appreciation ✨

“… ah, this is beautiful, Orihime-chan…!”

Orihime smiles, relieved, as Yumichika complimented their work with the bonbon-baking and decorating marathon. When Rangiku made the impromptu appearance at ABCookies that turned out to lead her to Soul Society and bake candies for the Shinigami Woman’s Association, she did not expect the 11th Division official to join them – something about Ikkaku being on deep slumber after heavy training, heavy eating, and heavy drinking, a combo that always led to “at least 8 hours of snoring, I swear, I have to change my ear waxes again…”

Last time she saw them was months before, after the war, and while she was quite fond of him, Orihime was afraid he would not like her work – he was very picky, about aesthetics, after all, and her cooking style has always been more of a “looks weird, tastes good” kind of practice. However, she had invested more time in deserts, and her drawing and sewing skills actually paid off when it came to handling delicate frosting and icing patterns.

As such, it turned out to be a fun afternoon, and having Yumichika’s seal of approval was definitely a high-note – she was also particularly impressed with his own skills, and was delighted with the Hozukimaru design on top of a éclair that he baked for Ikkaku. “Well, it’s not like he deserves it…! But I am the bigger person in this relationship.... as expected....”

Yumichika shrugs it off after she complimented him, and Orihime laughs, thinking about the time she and Keigo went grocery shopping together, right before they began their junior year, and the boy spent the whole trip complaining about the time Ikkaku and Yumichika stayed in his house, which could only mean he actually enjoyed the company of the Shinigami, and possibly missed them - she could relate to it all too well. 

 “... those chocolate bonbons are looking pretty special… But...” 

Oh no… I blew it…

His beautifully accessorized eyes scanned her side of the tray, mainly the chocolate-on-chocolate ones

“... isn’t it too much chocolate in them...?”

“Oh, those are for Kurosaki-kun! He really likes it...” She answers, softly, and the man next to her smirks

“... ah, so we do have more in common than I thought”

“… how so…?” She asks, amused – flattered, too – and Yumichika looks at her as if she had just asked what color the sky is.

“Well, we’re top tier beauties, yet we can’t help but love and appreciate those morons… It’s a curse, really…”

“Oh…” She blushes “… well…”

Feeling the Shinigami’s eyes on her, Orihime fidgets her fingers on the hand-towel, embarrassed for not keeping up with the conversation, fully self-conscious that her flushed cheeks were probably telling just how much embarassed she was of having her feelings that much obvious for everyone - well, almost everyone.

“... you know the Shinigami Academy’s commandment, Orihime-chan?”

 Yumichika asks her after a few seconds in silence, smiling as he gently picks up the towel to dry his own hands. Grateful that he changed the subject, and curious to see where he was going, she answered, remembering her trainings with Rukia.  

“... don’t seek beauty in battle, don’t seek virtue in death...”

Yumichika nods before she finishes the rest

“Yes… when we graduated, I laughed. I never thought I would not seek beauty in battle; that’s why we joined the 11th Division in the first place”

“…”

“... It’s not about the battle itself, you see” His voice is gentler, melodical, and he hands her the towel back

“… it was about surviving in the Rukongai at first, but then… It was about living. Battle kept us alive, Ikkaku and I. Battle drove us here. Battle brought us together; battle kept us together”

Orihime smiles, admiring the glow in Yumichika’s eyes, and feeling oddly unafraid to speak her mind, nor sounding silly. 

“… the beauty wasn’t in battle at all, right?”

Well…” Yumichika laughs “We do like to fight around here…. But yes, the beauty wasn’t in the battle... at all”

She smiles back at him.

"it took Ikkaku a while, too... well, not to get physical, of course..."

...!!!!

Orihime's face heat up at the unexpected mention of... it

"... that he got right away..."

oh dear...

"... but it took him a long time to get real. Only after Captain made him 3rd seat that I saw the look in his face... and he was ready"

Yumichika finishes his line with a soft smile, and she smiles back, fondly looking back at the éclair -- and inevitably feeling her cheeks burn up again as certain mental images popped into her head.

[phoenixrising0308]

Slippery When Wet

This is my reluctant entry to @smut-tember week 3! The rules are to use two from list A and one from List B… well I’m an overachiever… I used all of the words from list  A as and mood killer I picked injuries. If you know me from my previous tumblr life you know that this is a running joke and one that I am happy to revisit for two special friends! The idea behind smut-tember can be found here but it’s basically writing smut and making it cringe-worthy. So I also used some interesting words of my own.

ALSO double duty as my wacky drabble entry for week 113 “This is [my/your/their/her/our/their] lucky day!” Prompt in bold

Books: The Royal Romance 1-3 to Royal Heir.

Rating: M (18+) Sexual situation and adult themes.

Trigger Warnings: 🍋 so NSFW cursing

Pairing: Regina (Gigi Rys) x Robin Flores & Jessica Garica Rys small cameo Mateo Garcia (Brother)

Disclaimer

A/N 1: Jessica and Regina still have their friendship bracelets... Someone gets breast implants while the other bedazzles her vagina. A chance encounter at a club leaves someone broken.

A/N 2: Dirty Regina/ Raunchy Regina  ... I believe there is a place on the fandom for geriatric love.

Story Song inspiration: The Greatest - Sia remix ft. Kendrick Lamar

Word Count: 998 *As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 3 minutes

Regina’s Quarters

Jessica sat in front of Regina and said, “Gigi they are still perky fun bags for a 70-year-old woman. I really don’t know why you feel they need something more.”

Regina said “Connie always said that my hooters could use a little ump. Jessie, it’s easy for you to say when you have two perfect Areola Alps.” Regina held out her hands in front of her chest and said, “I want a nice pair of knockers.”

Jessica rolled her eyes “I shouldn’t speak ill of the dead but fuck him he framed me and kept me away from Liam.” Jessica held up her wrist and Regina did the same, the two taping their friendship bracelets that immortalized their friendship despite their years of being at odds with each other.

Jessica continued “Okay well I have to say my breasts are full but that’s because I’m a Dairy pillow for the royal heir. Man, I can’t get the girl off my coconuts. But if you want to hook up your Bongo’s  This is your lucky day! I know a Doctor he is… ehhh friend. He opened up a practice with a partner in New York. They used to work together in Boston but they needed a change. He had a rough break-up; Ex she cheated on him with a phlebotomist named Cody; they were in quarantine together.”

“Well if you trust him I’ll do it. Let's turn these bubbies into bonbons!”

6 weeks later ...

Jessica stood in the waiting room flipping through a magazine waiting for Regina's final post-op appointment with Dr. Lahela when she noticed an ad “Turn your meat curtains into a treasure chest of love. Image your Secret place adored with thousands of expertly placed Austrian Swarovski crystals.” Jessica thought to herself ‘I got a fresh Brazilian so no public hair he's got a blank canvas.’  She went to the front counter and said, “Can Doctor Ramsay fit me to bedazzle my Doo-Dah?”

The Receptionist said, “Oh sure he has an opening right now I will put you in room three it should be 3 hours and you will have to wait for 24hrs for the surgical glue to dry but your Lady Garden will be like a chandelier. Also if you’re interested he can do a vaginal rejuvenation and it would feel like your hymen is intact.”

Jessica smirked “Kegels and a tip-top tight penis fly trap.. yes!”

Four seasons Hotel…

Regina looked at her new DD’s and smiled at the bounce they gave she was ready for a night out of town. She turned to Jessica who was nude from the waist down with a fan pointed at her beaver. “Gigi I wish I could join you but I got to let this air dry. Don’t worry Mateo will be your detail cause fucken Bastien is a narc. Have a good night but remember you got new Bra Buddies but you still have the same equipment lets not repeat the past here.”

Kismet Club --Soho

Regina held up her glass at the young gentleman who brought her a drink. He walked over and said, “I noticed you were alone so am I SO thought I could by you a drink.”

“Thank you, my name is Gigi who should I thank for the drink?”

“My name is Robin… Robin Flores.”

45 minutes later...

Regina gripped Robin’s shirt, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Robin returned her kiss, humming and gripping her waist to pull her closer. “Your Love stick is hard already?” she whispered with a little laugh, making Robin blush.

Robin smiled, continuing to kiss her. “I can’t help myself, I suckled on your cans and I just couldn’t hold back,” he replied, taking her hand and leading her to the men’s bathroom. He lead her into a stall and began before kissing her neck. Regina closed her eyes, smiling as she felt small shocks of pleasure run down her body. She felt warm, and based on his temperature when she grabbed his bicep to pull him closer, he was feeling the same way.

Regina lightly pushed him again the door she pulled up his shirt and then unbuttoned his pants, going onto her knees slowly on the floor pulling down his pants. Robin helped her, sighing with anticipation. Regina reached to palm him slowly through his boxer briefs, making him groan and run his fingers through her hair. “I want to fuck your mouth with my rod,” he mumbled delicately, a deep sigh leaving his lips as his head fell back.

Regina’s fingers moved under Robin’s underwear, pulling them off to reveal his throbbing twinkie. Regina licked her lips, looking up at him with lust in her eyes. She licked up the underside of his danger noddle before wrapping her lips around the head. Robin groaned, his back arching a bit. “Ah, just like that,” he gasped as she licked over a sensitive spot. Regina resisted the urge to smile, beginning to bob her head very slowly to start. Robin tried not to buck up his hips, settling on arching his back rather sharply instead. Regina went lower, eventually taking almost his whole length in her mouth. Robin groaned even louder, spreading his legs a bit more as they shook. Regina set her hands on each of his thighs, hollowing her cheeks expertly.

From above her, Robin continued to moan. Robin eventually pulled out of her mouth, stroking himself as baby batter landed all over her chest, neck, and floor.

Mateo walked into the bathroom shouting and said, “Ok Fresca (Fresh) break this shit up. Stop acting like a loca (crazy/fool) cause you got new Titas.

Robin walked out of the bathroom first and followed by Regina who shamelessly wiped her mouth as Mateo glared at them. Before she knew it she found herself flying in the air the having slipped on Robin’s love juice. As she landed on the cold hard floor she heard it crack and she knew that she had broken her hip for the 2nd time. Regina cried out in pain and shouted “Not again this damn osteoporosis!

[hideawayintheimaginationworld]

Story idea? About Funtime Freddy finally finds BonBon, but they are all broken. Panic & upset, he takes them to none other than his enemy Lefty, who is surprise to see the other asking his help. Perhaps the two also makes a deal on something too?

(P.s Btw, I totally love all the stories that you have written! They're all so amazing to read again & again!)

Funtime Freddy's only real fixation was finding BonBon at this point.

It had gotten to point where it was insufferable to be alone.

He had trashed the areas he'd been in, he use to be more considerate in a way.

But now he was tearing into things, breaking them in the process.

He had unsuccessfully tried to ask Eleanor for help, in a way, she was like Baby, but she immediately said she had better things to do.

The better things, Funtime Freddy knew by memory, seeing it over and over again, that Eleanor would try to get ahold of a girl named Sarah, who was living in the same house as Millie. Something she did had pissed her off majorly because she was trying to kill or something, Eleanor never said, or she did and Funtime Freddy never listened. She would try but always be confronted by Funtime Freddy's counterpart.

Lefty was his opposite in a lot of ways, Funtime Freddy's main fur was white, Lefty's was black. Funtime Freddy knew Lefty was always ready to fight, or even bite if he had to, an incident which Funtime Freddy laughed at seeing it happen to someone else but hoped Lefty wouldn’t bite him, as even though his teeth looked flat, he knew like him, that Lefty had sharp canine teeth like a real bear and clearly, as he saw, capable of biting into metal.

In contrast, BonBon just had short flat teeth, completely normal, probably why people seem to like him more.

Life didn’t matter if he couldn’t find him.

For crying out loud, Lefty had that little version of him at his feet, he also vaguely recalled seeing a little rabbit hanging around him once, plus he had all those kids, like Lefty was some sort of shepherd and they were the sheep.

Actually, it looked more a parent and child.

“Think about this, Millie has her whole life ahead of her, she doesn’t want to die, she wants to live... Haven’t you notice she fights you? Because she doesn’t want to die, get that through your head, and maybe stop chasing people away, you lunatic.”

That was why he was focused on finding BonBon instead of Millie, in fact, he hadn’t even talked to Lefty for a while, he had seen him around, he saw him with that Freddy from the big mall place... he didn’t remember his exact name but he was sure it wasn’t just Freddy... he tried to remember the generation name.

Funtime Freddy ripped a bicycle from the pile, disturbing it enough that it fell forwards.

And straight on top of him.

Funtime Freddy climbed up into the air, growling, as he was now surrounded by a lot of junk, like a broken toaster which he threw as far as he could out of his sight, hearing it crash somewhere on the ground. He pulled up his other hand, the hand missing BonBon, and pulled himself up, kicking aside the garbage bags, the rotten food, broken exoskeleton parts.

He sunk down and shouted in frustration again, using language not appropriate for younger kids, he was up to his waist in random broken parts, like a car door, and a busted TV.

Wait.

He noticed something about the TV.

He pulled himself forward towards it, it was an old TV from the 60s, it was like a box, with the screen completely broken and the innards exposed in the late afternoon sunlight.

He shifted forward, looking inside, his suspicions were confirmed by seeing a red bow tie near the TV, he put his hand inside, trying to look inside.

“BonBon?” He felt a lump and grabbed ahold of it, he pulled it forward, finding a little resistance, but it wasn’t a match for him.

He pulled out the little dirty blue rabbit.

“Oh BonBon! I thought I'd never find you again-!!” He noticed BonBon didn’t even speak.

The reality hit him like he just ran into a brick wall.

BonBon's eyes were black, absolutely lifeless.

He made a distressed squeak when he noticed one of his ears was missing, he put him aside and put his hand inside the TV set again.

He found the ear and immediately realised he got caught by that and Funtime Freddy had ripped his ear off by his recklessness.

“You destroy anything you touch! You're so reckless, I wouldn’t even trust you with a plant let alone a child!!”

Lefty had been right.

Funtime Freddy pulled himself up, sitting down, he pulled open his chest cavity, he gently placed BonBon and his broken ear in there then closed it, wanting to keep him safe.

“You destroy anything you touch!”

That was true.

He didn’t mean it.

“Haven’t you notice she fights you? Because she doesn’t want to die, get that through your head, and maybe stop chasing people away, you lunatic.”

“What about “No” do you not understand?? She doesn’t want to die you fucking nutcase!!”

“If you must kill me, you have to answer why.”

Why?

Funtime Freddy managed to get out of the garbage sea and was back on the ground, he tried to think of places to steal spare parts or tools, he knew going to the Pizzeria wasn’t an option, that place was more fortified than it looked, finding the exact parts and tools in the Scrap Yard was near impossible.

He remembered Lefty's knack for fixing things, something he got from his creator somehow. Lefty somehow was repairing himself after their fights, Funtime Freddy remembering breaking his hand so much his fingers were bent out of shape, then the next time, his fingers looked right again, like he fixed himself perfectly.

Lefty would always help whoever asked. He had it in his nature to help.

Was it worth it?

Better to see what would happen than never know what would happen.

It was the earliest Funtime Freddy had ever come to the house, it was the early evening, not too dark yet, it was about seven, which meant by the time, everyone would be home, but Funtime Freddy didn’t want to wait for nighttime, he knew it was likely BonBon had weather damage like him, Funtime Freddy could hear his joints creak excessively, he had dirt caked on feet and the smell of cigarettes on his fur like a bad odour.

Funtime Freddy hesitated to ring the doorbell, he was surprised no one had seen him, but he did run pretty quickly here in his panic.

He knew if he didn’t, someone might see him.

He just needed to hand BonBon to Lefty to fix.

He finally pressed the doorbell, hearing the jingle he never heard, it didn’t sound like a doorbell he was use to, but regardless, he was going to get attention now.

Well, he wanted BonBon to get attention.

He heard the door in front of him unlock, Funtime Freddy stood still, the door opened a little before he heard a “Nope!”

Before the door closed, Funtime Freddy jammed his hand, holding it still, holding it open while the other was trying to close it.

“Listen to me!”

“Get out! Get out!”

Funtime Freddy pushed out his foot to stop the door from closing shut as he felt Lefty on the other side trying to put his weight into his body to shut the door.

“I want to ask you something!”

“Millie, run! Now! Go upstairs and lock the door!!”

Funtime Freddy heard footsteps he assumed were Millie's running upstairs, but he focused on trying to push open the door enough to let himself in.

“Oscar! Go back to your room!! Nobody come out of their room!!”

“I’m not here to do anything bad!”

“Then why you are trying to get in?” Lefty asked from the other side.

“Dam it! Listen to me!!” Funtime Freddy slammed himself against the door with all his weight and strength, he was shocked he actually broke the door off its hinges and it fell on top of Lefty.

“I’m sorry about your door...”

Lefty got to his feet, lifting up the door over his head, then Funtime Freddy realised he was going to use it as a weapon to knock him out, so he popped open his chest cavity.

“Get the fuck out of my face!!”

Funtime Freddy shoved BonBon into his face and Lefty froze.

Lefty stared at BonBon, “What the hell does this mean?”

“BonBon... I found him...”

“He's busted.”

“That’s why I brought him here...” Funtime Freddy admitted, “I want you.... well if you would... could you fix him?”

“I can’t.”

“You're lying, I’ve seen you fix robots.”

“Okay then,” Lefty said, putting the door down, “That was a lie. The truth: I don’t want to.”

“But what I did doesn’t include BonBon,” Funtime Freddy reasoned.

“Why would I help you?”

“Because I'd give you anything...” Funtime Freddy answered, “You fix BonBon, and I'll disappear from your life forever.”

Lefty knew he couldn’t trust this one from experience, “How? How can I trust that?”

“You can’t!!” They heard a voice say from upstairs.

“Don’t get involved Devon!” Lefty yelled back.

“No, no, that kid is right... you have no reason to trust me.”

“So we both agree on something.”

“But like I said, BonBon isn’t reflective of me, all you have to do is one thing... and I will do anything you want... I could... I could even help you with other problems! I know where Eleanor is hiding! I could find out what she's planning!”

Lefty rose his eyebrow, “How about you get out instead?”

“Look, if I had BonBon back, I'd be happy enough to leave you and everyone alone, isn’t that what you want?”

Lefty did want that, one less problem he had to worry about.

“I'm going to keep a close eye on you from this moment onwards,” Lefty said, he took BonBon from his hand, turning him in his hand.

“This one has weather damage... I'll have to find a new circuit board... but there's one thing you must do in the meantime.”

“What?” Funtime Freddy asked.

“Shock implant.”

Funtime Freddy immediately felt a sense of dread wash over him, “You mean...?”

“You take one step out of line, and you will get a not-so controlled shock.”

“No, I don’t want that!” Funtime Freddy had managed to get rid of the piece that would let him be shocked freely and now Lefty wanted to put the piece in again.

“Either that or nothing!!” Lefty shoved him backwards, “And you can forget me fixing this!!” He held BonBon above his head like he was going to throw him against the floor which made Funtime Freddy panic.

“WAIT! WAIT! OKAY! OKAY, I’ll GET THE IMPLANT!!”

Lefty immediately calmed, “So the deal, you don’t even lay a finger on Millie or anyone else... or you'll wake up inside an incinerator... I'll fix the little Bonnie... BonBon... whatever it's called.”

The process of getting the implant wasn’t as bad as Funtime Freddy thought, Lefty just had it installed in his chest cavity, he did test it, much to Funtime Freddy's distaste as it now made him twitchy.

Lefty lifted BonBon up, “He smells like cat litter for some reason.”

“How would you know what that even smells like?”

“Millie has a cat but you wouldn’t care... and for the record, I have a sensitive nose. The smell of vomit can make me feel violently ill... you've both been in the garbage and you're stinking up the house...”

Lefty shook his head, he placed BonBon down on the table, “I'll get my toolbox later...”

“So you'll fix him?” Funtime Freddy asked, figuring even though he didn’t say yes that he was agreeing to help him.

“Yes... but go outside.”

“Why?” Funtime Freddy asked confused, he wasn’t scaring anyone but then again, everyone was upstairs, he could tell because he listened carefully enough that he heard someone listening to music in a room above him.

“I don’t want you in the house,” Lefty said nonchalantly.

And that was how Funtime Freddy ended up in the back garden, sitting by the backdoor as it got dark.

He wouldn’t complain at this point.

He just hoped Lefty was actually going to fix BonBon.

To be continued...