#btw I hate the name shadow man. it sounds like something I would’ve come up with for a creative writing assignment in elementary school

[pookie-mulder]

I’m sure I’m not the first person to put this together, but in 9x06 when the Shadow Man says, “On one lonely night, you invited Mulder into your bed,” that implies that their first time happened in her apartment. That means All Souls couldn’t have been their first time, since it was in Mulder’s apparent — they were already smushing booties before then.

[bubblyhoney]

win for me

warnings: lAnGuAgE, alcohol consumption (both reader and all other characters are of age to drink), marijuana use, Making Out™️, a miniscule Flowers from 1970 reference. PSA: WHEN UR INTOXICATED AND/OR AT A PARTY, TELL UR FRIENDS WHO YOU WILL BE WITH AND WHERE YOU WILL BE AT ALL TIMES. DRINK AND PARTY SAFELY!

tags: sapnap x fem!reader

summary: a collection of moments throughout the beginning of your relationship

words: 5000

A/N: even though this isn’t my most organized or perfect fic this was so incredibly fun to write. and it’s a college!au!! one of my favs. hope you guys like!! let's pretend the pandemic doesn't exist for this one too (please wear ur masks btw)

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Sophomore Year:

Smells like shit in here is your first thought upon entering the laundromat.

It does, in all honesty. What would you expect a place where college students wash three months of dirty clothes and comforters with vomit to smell like? Urine and just a hint of marijuana, incidentally. The door closes noisily behind you and a guy in a black baseball hat turns his head at the noise. Half of his face is hidden underneath the shadow of his scruff and he says nothing, but you still offer an obligatory polite-stranger smile. The place is pretty deserted, what for it being nearly 4 in the morning. And you’re a rare kind of customer; only a few things to wash and you brought your own detergent.

There’s an empty washer next to an old woman in an acid-trip of a parka, and you sweep past the few other patrons with your mesh bag close. The man in the hat nods at you as you pass, looking up from his phone.

Okay. Dark load in one and delicates in the other, you remind yourself. The quarters get pushed through the slot (not without dropping three and having to scramble to pick them up before they disappear between the machines) and you fill the dispensers with a flowery laundry detergent your roommates hates. Oh, and the clothes go in. Done. You relax into a cracked plastic booth around the corner of the machine, pulling a book of crosswords from your bag.

Somebody yelps halfway through filling out a five letter word (“a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep”) and you jump. Baseball Cap rips open the dryer, fumbling around and supplying a pair of gray sweatpants. You can’t help but watch. He digs through both front pockets, pulling out a wad of dollar bills. He sighs, shoves the pants back into the dryer, and starts it with a hard push.

“Gut feeling?” You ask. He looks around for a second and settles his gaze upon you. Nice eyebrows, you think.

“Yeah,” he laughs, slightly nervous. “Yeah. I wore them yesterday and just remembered I put some tip money in my pocket.” Leaning back onto the shelf behind him, he shoves his phone into his pocket and folds his arms tight to his chest.

“I feel you,” you empathize, and set down your pencil. “I washed a parking ticket with my underwear last week.”

He stutters out a laugh, nodding.

“That must’ve sucked,” he adds.

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I wasn’t going to pay it anyways, but would’ve been nice to keep it for memory’s sake.” Rubbing at your knee offhandedly, you just watch him. He’s cute. And easy to make conversation with.

“Hey, um,” he mutters and clears his throat. “Do you by chance know some guy named Karl? Tall, messy brown hair and a horrible laugh?”

You open your mouth, then close it.

“Actually—,” you start but huff out a laugh. “Yeah, he’s uh, he’s dating my roommate. Why’d you ask?”

Reaching a hand to rub at his neck, his face twists into something sheepish.

“I’ve seen you at some parties this semester. I didn’t mean to sound creepy like that— I just—yeah.” His cheeks flush pink and he looks down to the ground.

“No worries,” you say, barely even thinking. “I think I’ve seen you too. You’re in Delta Tau Delta, right?”

“Nah, nah,” he laughs. “Just got some friends in there.”

“Ah.” You nod.

The conversation falls into silence, but not uncomfortable silence. He pulls out his phone again, and you look back to the crossword in front of you. The old woman between you leaves with a humongous load of blankets and a small family leaves with a cart full of bags; now it’s just you two.

When the washer with your delicates ding you nearly jump two feet in the air. Exhaling, you set your work down and open the door.

“Shit,” you curse as two bras fall onto the tile. You reach down to get a hand on a black lace bra and hide it quickly under your elbow. A sneaker squeaks loud in the almost-empty room and you see Baseball Cap’s shoulders.

“Here.” He’s kneeling as he hands you your pink bra and you accept it, biting your lower lip.

“Thanks,” you mumbles, slightly embarrassed, and step back to shove those bras and a couple pairs of your underwear into your bag. He offers you a small smile and backs off to his own machines, humming an off-key version of Unchained Melody to himself. Your other load of laundry gets shoved right on top of your delicates.

It’s when you’re nearly out the door, bell jingling, that you think to look back.

“Hey,” you start, almost stuttering for no reason. “What’s your name?”

He turns, dark eyebrows raised.

“My—uh… My friends call me Sapnap. You can call me that too.” Rosy cheeks once again; you seem to be making him awfully nervous.

“Sapnap.” You try it in your mouth, pursing your lips. “Okay. I’ll see you around Sapnap.”

He nods, affirming your statement.

“See you around Y/N.”

It doesn’t hit you until you’re buckling your seatbelt and starting your car that you realize you didn’t tell him your name.

Perhaps he knew more about you than you thought.

Yeah, you laugh to yourself. Karl’s got a big mouth.

Junior Year:

It takes you a collective twelve minutes to go talk to him.

It’s quiet in the library, students that happen to come here to study or procrastinate few and far between the scattered tables. Your poison today is a 4 page history paper on Normandy that you’d been staring at the instructions for for days. You’d already written a bunch of, frankly, horseshit for the body, but the introduction and conclusion were throwing you for a loop.

The vibes in Ridgeback Hall were also certainly off, today more than any other day; the main help-desk was empty and everybody had to do the tedious task of locating niche textbooks themselves.

Lifting your head from the wood of the table, you squint and focus your vision on the guy in the white tee and denim jacket that had been the focus of your thoughts for minutes. He chews at the end of his pencil, mouth screwed up into a ball, and shoots daggers at the empty notebook in front of him. You’re surprised it hasn’t caught on fire yet just from his gaze.

“Sapnap!” You whisper-shout, stretching your arms across the table as if it would make him any closer. A person with purple hair jumps at your voice but turns back to their laptop. “Sapnap!” you try again, tapping two fingers on the table. His head jerks up, eyebrows furrowed and an angry expression on his face, but softens at the sight of you.

“Y/N,” he counters, equally as loud but with a smile on his face.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calculus.” He sticks his tongue out, making an awfully tortured face. You laugh and wave your fingers at him, gesturing for him to come closer. He just huffs out a sigh, stacks all his papers in one pile, and gets up. The trek over to your table is short but he takes it so slowly you wonder if he always walks like that. Like a varsity basketball player who just got off a horse.

“You’re so slow.”

“Shut up,” he grumbles and settles into a chair across from you. “It’s 2 pm, give me a break. I need a Redbull.”

“Those are bad for you, you know,” you say matter-of-factly and drop your chin onto your hand. He’s even cuter from this angle, you think briefly. He just rolls his eyes.

“Whatever, Miss I’d-like-some-coffee-with-my-sugar-and-cream,” he teases, pointing to your venti iced coffee. It’s about as pale as the color of a band-aid. You just sigh and close your eyes. “You tired?” He flips his pencil in his hand and leans back into the seat, sighing.

“Yeah,” you mumble. “I haven’t slept yet today.”

“Wow, you’re dumb.” He looks scandalized. You just shrug.

“Perhaps. I don’t really know why I did it actually— just for funzies!” You raise an arm but let it drop back down. “I stayed up playing Sims.”

“Feel that. I play Minecraft with my buddies until like 2 am every night too. It’s nice,” he decides and folds his arms across his chest. Your eyes flit over to his strong arms, admiring the way his denim shirt looks around them. Thick.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

“What?” He says too loudly and it warrants a ‘shush’ from another student. He reddens, but looks back down to you. “I—why do you ask?” You shrug, eyebrows raised.

“Just wondering. You’re too cute to not have one.”

“Right,” he huffs, but his cheeks stay pink. You two fall into easy silence, his eyes trained on the notebook in front of him and yours closed peacefully. “Are you dating anyone?”

They snap open not-so-peacefully.

“Nope. You wanna submit a boyfriend application?” A smile cracks your lips and he grins back.

“Maybe,” he replies and stares at your mouth. “I have to say—,” He stretches into a yawn. “I think I’m qualified.”

“Oh, yeah?” Your eyebrow quirks. “And why are you so qualified?”

“Well, first of all, I work at Ace Hardware. That’s where cool people work.” He presses one finger into his palm. Then two. “And I have a bunch of free time because said job at Ace Hardware only likes scheduling me in the mornings. Plus, I’m hot.” He shrugs.

You nod faux-seriously, considering his list.

“Those are very good qualities, sir. I’ll have to get back to you on that.” You pause. “Okay, I’ll schedule an interview. How’s 7 pm at the Chili’s on Main? Chili’s is the designated interview place.” You wiggle your eyebrows. He just smiles at you, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was smooth.”

“Yeah, I know.” You carefully study your nails. “I’m pretty impressive.”

“Clearly,” he mutters and chuckles. “But I do like their salsa. And margaritas. We got a deal?” He holds out a large hand. You take it, squeezing tightly.

“Hell yes.”

When you see the man called Sapnap a week later, you are very obviously in a different state of mind.

Same state, same college town, but very different blood alcohol contents.

“Sappy!” You shout, raising your arms above your head with a stupid grin on your face. He turns, that familiar look of surprise evident in his expression.

“Y/N,” he laughs and approaches your group of friends in the kitchen. It’s Greek Wedding night at Delta Tau Delta, and you assume Sapnap came to support Delta’s “groom” Alex. You’d gotten uncharacteristically drunk, trading air for sangria, and you were now in the incredible stage where everyone was both your friend and your favorite person.

Throwing an arm around his shoulders, you mash your face into his bicep and giggle.

“Missed you so much,” you try to manage out of your mouth, but it comes out slurred and stuttered. “So much.” You’d gone to Chili’s two days before and promised another ‘interview’ in the next few days, but it felt like two months away from your beloved. Beloved friend, that is. Only one date.

“Yeah?” He places a hesitant hand on your back and nudges you into a standing position. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Oh, shhhh,” you mumble and close your eyes. “Only— a lot.” Blinking them back open, you zero your gaze in on a bottle of Ciroc half-empty and looking very tempting on the kitchen island across from where you’re leaned up against the kitchen sink. He catches your gaze and steps in front of you, pleasant face filling your vision. You gasp.

“You are so cute.” Sliding your palms up onto his face, you hold his scruffy cheeks in your hands and smile all dopey at him.

“Is that your brain or the alcohol telling you that?”

“Uh,” you swallow. “Both. And my heart.”

He just shakes his head and his chest moves with a heavy laugh.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Are you having fun?” You ask, all concerned and furrowed eyebrows. You look like you’re genuinely interested and worried about if he’s having a good time or not, and it makes his expression melt.

“I’m having lots of fun,” he passes over his shoulder as he flips on the tap and fills a red solo cup with water. “In fact, I’m gonna have a nice, cold glass of water right now.” He shakes it like an owner offering their dog a treat.

You eye the cup in his hand, having half a thought that this might be some sort of backwards psychology move. The other half wins.

“That sounds so good right now— can I drink some?” Your eyebrows pull together and your bottom lip drops into a pout. It makes him blink for a second. He remembers the little game you’re playing and just hands it over, smug. You gulp it down quickly and crush the empty plastic into your palm with an exaggerated exhale. “Hit the spot,” you sigh, and pat your stomach fondly.

“You hungry?” Sapnap asks you as he steadies you with two hands on your shoulders. Something pops into your head at his words: a set of two McChickens and an Oreo milkshake.

“Oh my God,” you gasp, and mirror him by placing your hands on his shoulders. “Can we go to McDonald’s?”

He just shakes his head, grin wide on his lips, and shrugs. Perfect teeth, you think.

“I haven’t drank anything, so I’m good to drive.” He pulls his keys from his pocket. “I know you’re smashed right now so—do you feel safe with me?” The question falls from his mouth and you truly consider it, pulling your lip between your teeth.

“Yeah. I’ll take this just in case,” you say, and take a large dinner fork from the counter next to you. It has some red liquid on it that you brush off onto the fabric of your jeans.

“That’s actually gross.”

“Yeah.” You grip it tighter in your head. “But it’ll do the job if you try any shit. I’ll put this in your eyeball.” Brandishing it, a smile stretches onto your mouth. He just shakes his head and heads for the back door, jerking a hand in your direction to get you to follow him.

The cool night air explodes on your face when you step onto the porch and it makes you blink rapidly. Sapnap is right at your side, offering a forearm as you slowly make your way down the two back porch steps. A tall blonde smoking half of a blunt makes a grunt noise as you two pass and your knight-in-shining armor looks up.

“Gonna go get some food. Want anything?” Sapnap stops on the rocky path to the sidewalk, tilted up to hear the blonde’s response. The other guy shakes his head but nods to you in passing.

“I’ll tell her friends where she went,” says the blonde, and disappears through the sliding glass doors.

Your hand falls from his forearm to his hand and grasps it tightly, swinging back and forth as you stumble to his car. You flash him a grin that he just chuckles at.

“Watch your step,” he warns as you yank on the handle of the passenger door and nearly fall off of the curb.

“I’m fine,” you huff, and scramble to get yourself upright into the seat and buckled. He closes your door and jogs to the driver’s seat, climbing in and starting the engine quicker than your head comprehends.

The small space fills with the sound of Letters to Cleo as he’s maneuvering out of his parking spot and he slaps a hand at the stereo button almost immediately. His cheeks redden as he glances at you once.

“I love Letters to Cleo,” you admit, and switch it back on. Ah, Co-Pilot. A classic. “Be my co-pilot!” You sing, loud and sharp. He shakes his head but huffs out a reluctant laugh.

“My older sister loved them. Bit old for my taste, but—you know. Can’t deny that I love a little bit of 90’s angst.”

“Absolutely,” you nod vigorously and pick at your nail. “Oh!” The fork magically reappears at your side and you grab at it. “For my McChickens.”

“And for me,” he adds.

“Yup. You too.” But you drop it onto the seat and lean forward, fumbling with the volume dial until you feel the lead singer’s voice thumping into your heart. “I love this lady!” You shout and rock your head to the beat.

Shaking his head, his shoulders move in an easy laugh. The drive-thru line is kind of busy for 2 am, he notes, pulling in right behind a navy BMW sedan. But it moves quickly, especially when you’re moving in your seat, scream-singing the lyrics to I Want You To Want Me.

“Yeah,” he says, loud into the mic. “Two.”

“Alright.” The voice reports from the speaker, a background clicking joining their bored tone. “Two McChickens, a double cheeseburger—ketchup and pickle only— , a medium fry, and an Oreo McFlurry. Anything else, sir?”

Sapnap chews on his lip, and glances at you. You just give an encouraging thumbs up.

“That’ll be all,” he reports.

“Second window, and your total is $9.67.”

He barely has time to call a “thank you so much!” before the line ends with a click. Rude.

“Jesus Christ,” you moan the second you sink your teeth into your first sandwich.

“Agreed,” he mumbles and pushes as much cheeseburger he can fit into his mouth.

“This,” you start, swallowing. “is the sexiest thing I’ve encountered in all of my years. I thank all higher powers when I consume McChickens…” Trailing off for dramatic effect, you stare down the sandwich before mimicking a dinosaur war cry and practically shoving it down your throat. He just nods in agreement.

“It’s so nice out tonight,” Sapnap comments, swinging a look out his rolled-down window. He parked right in front of the Campus Quad, large bubbling fountain the show to your dinner. And some geese fighting each other for half a rotting hot dog.

“Mhm.” You crumple up your wrapper trash and toss it into the empty paper bag. “Could totally go for a swim.”

He turns and gives you a look. You look right back.

“Should we?” It’s barely a question.

“Um, hell yes,” is all it takes for you to say before you’re clambering out of the car and starting for the fountain. He follows closely after, jogging to catch up with your borderline track-star sprints.

“Wait up!” He calls as you reach the border of the fountain.

“Ugh,” you sigh, impatient. “Hurry up.”

“Mouthy,” he grumbles before kicking off his shoes and bending to fold his pants up over his knees. You just climb straight in and brave the cold.

Squealing, you hop from one foot to the other, shoulders tight as you get used to the freezing water. He laughs and climbs in right beside you.

“Shit,” he curses, and shivers. “This sucks.”

“You suck,” you quip right back and splash around. He stares, disgusted, at the water soaking up your jeans all the way up to your knees.

“You’re gross for wearing jeans in a fountain. That’s worse than wet socks.” He starts to move around as feeling comes back into his toes.

“What, would you prefer me taking my pants off?” A sassy look paints your face and he rolls his eyes.

“No, but you could’ve folded them up like a normal person.”

“I think you forget,” you start, and splash a palmful of water his way. “I’m quirky.”

He gasps, face twisting as the water hits his thighs.

“You’re dead.”

If campus police were patrolling the Quad right now, they’d see two college juniors wading around in a fountain, water up to their knees, having a competition to see who can inflict the most damage. He won, it seems, because your shirt is drenched all the way up to your ribs.

“Okay!” You shout, hands spread to brace yourself. The water in his palm falls. “I’m cold and I want my other McChicken.”

“Fine,” he sighs, and with some difficulty manages to get out of the fountain and back into his shoes. You just make your way back over to his car barefoot, braving the mulch and poorly-sanded concrete.

You both finish your food quickly, discussing menial things like how fast food restaurants always skimp on the pickles and how it’s truly a disservice to the world that so many people don’t know it’s Biggie singing the song Kat dances on the table to in the 1999 classic 10 Things I Hate About You.

When Sapnap pulls up to your house, he shifts the car into park and lets loose a heavy sigh. You whip around, hand on your buckle, and sport a very confused look on your face.

“I’m tired,” is all he says. Head falling onto the seat, he rolls over to give you a half-lidded look. You nod empathetically and climb very carefully out of his passenger seat. Your drunk muscles haven't caught up to your mainly sober brain, which is impairing your ability to look like a functioning human being.

“Thank you for tonight,” you chirp, smiling in at him with your arms folded on the open window sill. The half-drank Oreo McFlurry is lukewarm in your hand. He stares at your flushed lips.

“Anytime you want a drunk McChicken let me know.” He winks. “I have a gift card.”

“You spoil me,” you coo, and step up onto the sidewalk. “I’ll see you sometime soon, yeah?”

He nods, pursed lips fighting a grin.

Cute, you both think at the same time.

Sometime soon, somehow, means the very next day.

It’s breezy yet uncharacteristically hot out, and certainly way too bright for a hungover Y/N.

You’re sat on the porch swing, nursing a hot decaf coffee with lots of sugar and cream. Sunglasses sit comfortably on your nose, but you still have to squint. The pills you took have yet to kick in, so all you have to do is wait and try not to vomit into your mug. Suddenly, your phone lights up and buzzes to life. You press the green button and lift to your ear.

“What do you want?” Your voice is awfully froggy, you realize, and clear your throat.

“Good morning to you too.” Sapnap’s voice rings clear yet husky into your ear. The corners of your lips twitch up into a smile. God, you’re whipped just for the sound of his voice.

“It is definitely not a good morning,” you grumble and switch him into speaker phone. You drop the phone into your lap and stretch out further on the swing.

“Good morning for me,” he chirps cheerfully. “Take anything for the headache?”

“Yes,” you report, sounding like a pouting child and rubbing two fingers into your temple. “Some idiot fed me ice cream last night so this morning I woke up having to both shit and throw up.”

“Aww,” he sympathizes, sounding way too entertained. “That sounds like a you problem.” You stuck out your tongue, but upon realizing he can’t see it, make a ‘hmph’ noise into the mic. “Anyways. I called to see if you wanted to go get breakfast with me. Waffle House, specifically.” You make a face but lift yourself up off the swing, wincing.

“I saw a rat eat an entire piece of french toast there once. But—sure. I’ll pay.” He starts to whine, but you scoff. “Let me love you, bitch. You pay for my McDonald’s and I pay for your pancakes. Easy trade.”

“Whatever. See you in five.” He hangs up right as you twist the front door open and drop your phone onto the couch.

“Who’re you talking to?” comes from the kitchen and you jump, pressing a hand to your chest. A shirtless Karl enters the living room with a bowl of fruit loops in his hand.

“Jesus Christ,” you breathe, and duck into the hall closet for your pair of dirty tennis shoes. “I was talking to Sapnap.”

“Oh,” he says around his mouthful of cereal with a grin. “You guys dating yet?”

You pass him a weird look, bending to tie your shoes.

“Gimme like two weeks. I’ll have him at my beck and call,” you laugh and collapse back into the couch.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.” He quirks an eyebrow and exits stage left into your roommate’s room.

The few minutes it takes for Sapnap to come to your house are short but filled with contemplation. Do you really want to date him? He’s certainly cute enough. Nice enough. And smart enough. He seems to like you too—

A honk interrupts your thoughts. Always having to be obnoxious, huh?

“You’re annoying,” you mumble as you buckle your seatbelt. He just shrugs, tiny smile tugging his lips, and shifts into drive. The short trip to Waffle House proves more quiet than lively. He seems awake, actually, so you attribute the silence to your tumultuous thoughts. The music is nice, though. Bikini Kill is perfect for 10 am.

After you two order (three chocolate chip pancakes for him and two regular waffles with a side of hashbrowns for you), he finally breaks the silence.

“Hey, are we dating?”

You pause with your lip on the rim of your orange juice. Your gaze falls from his lips to his fingers wrapped around the coffee mug. Two silver rings adorn both his middle fingers and they glint underneath the fluorescent lights.

“Do you wanna?” You squint back up at him. The tips of his ears flush pink.

“I-uh… Yeah. Yes,” he says simply. You try to hide a smile, but realize there’s no point.

“Okay.” You take a long drink of your orange juice. “I really like you. A lot. A surprising amount, actually; I haven’t really dated seriously since highschool.”

He nods, shuffling his feet on the tile. What else does he have to be nervous about? you wonder.

“I’ve… kindasortamaybelikedyousincesophmoreyear,” he mumbles and you swallow.

“Huh?” Leaning forward, you set your glass down.

“Um,” he starts but doesn’t finish.

“Did you say you’ve liked me since sophomore year?”

“...Maybe.” His coffee becomes the most interesting thing in the world, apparently. “Do you remember that one time during the Summer Carnival where Karl lost his phone?”

“Uh—yes! Yeah, actually. I do remember that. He found it in the porta-potty. What about it?” The waitress sets down both your plates in front of you and you offer her a smile in thanks before she trundles off to the drink station. You pick up your fork and wait for him to continue.

“I left two hours early because you invited Michael from your computer science class.” You pause around your mouthful of potato and he just stares back, trying not to grin. “Yeah. I thought you were hot and left early because you brought another guy.”

“Michael is gay,” you say slowly.

“Yup.” He nods and shoves a forkful of pancake into his mouth. “Isn’t that so stupid?”

“So stupid,” you tease but your cheeks blush pink.

“Anyways. Now I’m dating you, so. Win for me.”

“Ditto,” you murmur, and manage to fit half of your first waffle into your mouth. “This is the easiest it’s ever been to start dating someone.”

“It’s ‘cause we’re cool, I’m pretty sure,” comes from a mouthful of pancake.

“That’s facts.”

The rest of Pancake House is bustling, a few families with young kids and some other hungover college students scarfing down similar breakfast foods and confections. You two barely give any other customers the time of day, too wrapped up in conversation and each other. The waitress gets a heavy tip after an hour and a half of struggling to swallow dough soaked in syrup and chocolate.

Sapnap walks you to your door after breakfast, hand on your waist and pressed to your side. It feels good. Right.

“I’ll see you Wednesday right?” You ask, turning to him with hopeful eyes. How could he resist?

“Definitely. Wouldn’t miss Game Night for the world— I can’t wait to beat your ass at Uno.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” You murmur but you’re already slinging an arm around his shoulder and bringing his mouth down to yours.

You taste like sugar, he thinks. His hands find the small of your back easily, pressing you further forward into him. You hum at that, tracking a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair to grip it between your fingers.

He smells both musky and sweet and cool at the same time: heaven. One of his hands slides up to grip at your neck, thumb rubbing at your jaw, and you make a pleased noise into his mouth. There it is.

“Y/N!” Shrieks from inside your house and you jump, pulling away from Sapnap with a smack.

“What?” You yell back, irritated, and he just laughs as he dips to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Stop tonguing your boyfriend and come help me with my photography project.”

“God damn it,” you sigh and drop your hands. His slide down to just rest on your hips, comfortable. “I have to go.” You're annoyed, that’s for sure, and he prays you aren’t too mean to your roommate.

“Alright.” He dips for a quick kiss one last time. Okay, two more times. Maybe three. But he pulls away, grinning. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

And then he’s stepping off your porch, walking to his car with his hands in his pockets. You watch his back fondly.

God, boyfriend. He’s your boyfriend. Boynap. Sapfriend. You can’t decide on a name, but all sounds perfect.

Perfectly him.

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A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D comments = welcome!

[darkpoisonouslove]

Winx Club Season 2 Thoughts (4kids) Part 1

I already posted some thoughts on season 2 last year when I legit just clicked through he episodes rather than actually rewatching them so I am back to give a more in-depth look on this season! (And, hopefully, it won’t end with disappointment for me.)

2x01:

- Eww, why voiceover? It just seems so unnatural since we’ve never had it before. Not to mention that Bloom told us what each of the other girls has done during the summer but she didn’t tell us anything about herself. Like, she set out to find out more about her origins back in the first half of season 1, and I know that she did learn about being the princess of Domino but she still has no fucking idea who her parents are as individuals apart from them being the rulers of Domino. Considering how big of a plot that is later on, it just doesn’t sit right with me that she doesn’t seem remotely interested in it currently and didn’t mention anything about it. It’s like that plotline is closed for her which we all know is not true. So I am having some issues here, not gonna lie (not with Bloom but with her inconsistent writing).

- Aww, am I the only one who thinks that Stella buried herself in fashion rules all summer because she didn’t want to think about her parents’ divorce? Poor baby has been going so hard with no rest to keep herself from grieving over it. But at least she did something! (Proving she’s not lazy and spoiled; she practically had a job. Her dream job. You go get it, girl! (but also take care of your mental state, please.))

- Why is Bloom so eager to learn her fortune? Has she not read Greek Mythology? Bad idea, hon. Bad idea. (The thing with the magical reality mirrors was cool, though!)

- (Is that a new secret library or is it the regular library? I’m confused. Does anybody have a handy layout of Alfea for me?)

- She just fucking told her everything! I’m not a fan of knowing your future tbh. It really messes with your head and you start thinking “Will my actions have a negative impact on it? Will I somehow change my own destiny for the worse?” and then you go and do exactly that. Not to mention that it would be so weird to stare at Layla and just feel the pressure of being told that you’ll be best friends. Like, what if it doesn’t work? And what if it is just the fact that you were told so that pushes you to seek the friendship of that person? I don’t know. It’s just not my thing.

- Layla is awesome, though! Climbing those rocks with no equipment, not to mention with so little power left. She probably couldn’t even transform and fly if she fell. That was dangerous but did she care? Nope. She was there to save the pixies! Brave little soldier. Too good, too pure for this world.

- Ugh, Darkar managed to annoy me with his very first sentence ever. Nice job. You are a loser, loser. So deal with it! God, how will I take all that narcissism for 25 more episodes? Oh god, oh no, please, no! Whyyyyyyyy?

- Ugh, Bloom, that diadem is doing the opposite of wonders for your hair, please! At least Stella had the common sense to remove it.

- Speaking of Stella, that moment with the multiplying beauty was so cute! I love how she complimented the others while complimenting herself! But guys (Stella & Bloom), you’re not discreet with the groping. Seriously.

- Oh, hey! Riven won! And Sky only came in third! Nice! But lbr here, Timmy is the real victor! The others came in on hoverbikes while he had an entire ship that he modified himself. I mean, idk about anyone else, but I would definitely go for the ship.

- Of course there’s Diaspro drama. God, can they not for literally five seconds? And also, “we’re just friends”? Wtf? Did you fall on your head this summer, Bloom? You were calling him your boyfriend last time I checked. And you were fawning over the romance in your future. Can you just drop the pretense already?

- Ooh, Layla is so smart! She managed to outsmart all the monsters and win even when she barely had any magic left! You go, you absolute badass!

- Did they even make any changes on that new wing at Alfea? I mean, besides the name.

2x02:

- How did Tecna know that Layla was the princess of Andros? Did she hack the interdimensional FBI system? Wtf.

- They could’ve showed some other things we hadn’t seen that Layla had to go through but, of course, why would they do that when they could just use the same footage and draw less animation, bruh?

- And we’re getting to the opposites. Right on schedule when the Shadow Phoenix has shown up. You gotta love how convenient those school lessons are (not to mention that Bloom suddenly started feeling her opposite out of nowhere. Nice!) At least we got a cool magical lesson. Though, idk how to feel about the ying-yang symbol. I mean, it is a perfect representation of what they’re talking about but kind of weird to see something so earthly in Alfea. Though, Earth did have magic so... Hmm. Okay, anyway. Moving on.

- Um, question, why do Stella and Layla not know each other? And in the first season Stella and Musa and Sky didn’t know each other even though they were all royalty (I am still unclear on whether Musa is a princess or not btw but anyway). Don’t they, like, have royal meetings with other kingdoms? (which they even did in season 5 when Domino was back. What, is Domino the center of the universe and they can’t function without it? I mean, come on!)

- The talk about love is getting on my nerves and I literally have “love” in my url and it is my fave word. So what is wrong with that? I do love that guard there. Heck, yeah, it’s a prison (it’s worse than that tbh). And the fact that they’re trying to make it out not to be is extremely fucked up and sickening if you ask me. Not to mention “You can force people to be happy. It just takes time.” I really hope whoever had the idea of that place (in-verse) is going to hell.

- They legit just kept recapping season 1 for a solid minute? Aaaaaaaand... SKIP.

- Can I say that a 30-page report is an actual living nightmare. Thanks.

- The girls are all friendly with Layla (well, outside of a slip-up or two). That’s cute. But where the hell is Tecna? Can the animators only animate five Winx girls at a time? What the hell, you guys?

- So the Pixie village is on Andros (if Layla found it accidentally. I don’t imagine she realm-hopped at will)? Why don’t I remember any of that? But hey, finally some flashbacks that we haven’t seen before!

- Oh, look! My guy Kerborg is here! (the only good part of this whole Darkar thing tbh)

- The Trix finally thought of trying to pretend to be happy in order to get out of there. Well, better late than never. Though, watching how it’s going I can understand why they didn’t try before that. It is, in fact, hopeless. (But at least Darcy is handling it! She always was a bit more controlled.)

- I am so majorly creeped out by Darkar. He just met them and he’s like “You belong to me! Mwahahahaha.” Ummmm? Can you calm down? But I loved Icy’s response. Though, it didn’t stick. And he’s at it again. Seriously, this is really giving me some major off vibes. He said they were going to be the queens of Shadowhaunt which, considering he’s the king, would imply they were his wives. Now there’s a mental image that I am not even going to let inside my head, thanks. Although, having in mind that he just kept buttering them up, I would say it was just him stroking their egos to get them to join him. Not to mention that his later treatment of them supports that theory. And of course, he had to test them first and see how they’d do.

2x03:

- Please, tell me that they’ll tell someone about the Pixies and won’t just go to Shadowhaunt on their own initiative.

- O!M!G! They actually told Faragonda! I can’t believe this! Finally doing something smart, I can’t! And of course she wasn’t going to just let them go. Though, did she really think they weren’t going to want to take the test?

- Shouldn’t Stella be weakened by the darkness of Shadowhaunt? I kinda wish she’d stayed at Alfea if that would’ve spared us from the arc that is coming. (Why?)

- Okay, but it was kind of rude of Layla to just overtake Riven’s hoverbike like that. I wouldn’t appreciate it if I had to give someone a ride and they shoved me out of the driver’s seat and occupied my car, thank you. I’m surprised Riven agreed to let her drive.

- I don’t really have much to say about this episode tbh.

- It was cute that Stella jumped off the cliff for Brandon but it was not the smartest course of action. It probably would’ve been easier for him to save himself if he was alone and they may not have ended up being brought to Amentia. God, I hate this. I don’t want to be bitching about this every other sentence so just know that I absolutely despise this arc from the very bottom of my heart and that will never change.

2x04:

- They have no powers and Darkar knows they’re there. Sounds like a great situation, doesn’t it?

- That amazing moment when you either have to marry a person you’ve just met or watch the one you love die and then be forced to get married anyway. You gotta love that! I hate this so much! (And this is different from my previous point. Or at least has a different angle.)

- Wow, Riven is absolutely handling being a boyfriend. Somebody get him a manual, the man is failing spectacularly.

- I am not quite a fan of Flora’s “Must be nice to have a shoulder to cry on”. Like, you have your friends???? No, I get that she wants a boyfriend, nothing wrong with that, but it came out like she has nobody. Which is absolutely not true.

- What a lucky save that Stella just arrived when they were about to become toast. Can anyone tell me why she didn’t just teleport them where the Pixies are? Or anywhere closer to them if she could do that all along?

- Am I distracted or is there nothing to talk about in these episodes? (Both. It is both.)

2x05:

- Seriously, why didn’t they at least mention the option to teleport using that gadget from the beginning?

- Aww, Brandon was trying to be noble and get out of the marriage but it backfired. Poor him.

- Why are the Pixies bickering like that? Is it Shadowhaunt’s influence or just the fact that they’d been imprisoned together for so long?

- Wait, did they just... kill a pixie? (Off screen of course, but still. Damn!)

- So Bloom and Stella did... interestingly with the boarding.

- Why is Stella afraid of heights? Also, that’s never been mentioned before. Especially not when she jumped off a fucking cliff! Wtf. They just keep throwing in new stuff without setting it up properly and I am getting annoyed.

- What happened to Tecna’s computer?

- Oh, look! Chatta lied to Darkar to protect Pixie Village.

- It’s the Trix! Finally some action! And they are harder to defeat now that they’re stronger! Nice!

- Damn! Layla was really determined to get the Pixies out of there. (Which wouldn’t have helped if Darkar hadn’t let her but she still gets points for trying.)

- Oh come on! Do I really have to deal with fake Avalon so early in the season?!?!?! Dammit! Also, wtf is up with Bloom and Stella? Like, you both have boyfriends. At least Layla’s not affected.

- “Stella returned a compliment. What is that about?” XDDD One of the funniest lines ever! And look at Amore! She is so cute!

2x06:

- But yeah, seriously, just go get Brandon, please! (Also, good that they noticed something’s fishy.)

- Aww, Stella is absolutely furious and determined to get her boyfriend back. She should’ve gone for a plan tbh since it could’ve helped them get to the palace faster.

- I love how Stella’s known Layla for a week (half of which Layla was unconscious) tops and is already making her her bridesmaid. Am I the only one who finds this weird? Like, this friendship train is moving way too fast for my trust issues.

- Poor Brandon. She’s going to stretch him, wtf? These episodes are a horror show.

- How bad can a guard worm be? Hm, gee, I don’t know, Layla. Enough to stop you perhaps since it is a “guard”, y’know.

- And Brandon is talking to a parrot now. I am losing it just like he is. How much longer will this torture go on? Please, tell me this arc is coming to an end.

- Okay, so the plotline with Amore’s magic is less problematic than I remember it. I thought she was going to make Amentia fall in love with the flower pollen but it only leads you to your soulmate. That isn’t problematic, actually. Nice!

- Wtf do you mean they’re going to eat Brandon if he’s not a good husband?!?!?! I am getting nightmares over here. Just feeling them forming in my head. Thanks.

- It must be horrible for Stella to be standing there and watching her boyfriend being forced to marry another woman. How are these people not psychologically scarred anyway?

- Aww, they’re back together! I love how Amore is just sitting in Stella’s lap! It’s cute.

2x07:

- I was not ready for the Kiko angst even though I knew it was coming.

- Faragonda really thought she could just dodge that question without them noticing, huh? Yeah, well, no.

- Oh, look! The Shadow Fire is sentient. This reminds me of LotR tbh but anyway, moving on. So Darkar is a man who is possessed by the Shadow Fire? I so did not remember that.

- Oh, no! Is it really time for Avalon already? Dammit! I was just getting thrilled there was no Darkar in these last two episodes and now I get Avalon. Uggggh.

- I get Bloom’s annoyance with this but why does she keep blasting it when that obviously doesn’t give results?!?!?! This reminds me of that quote by Einstein that madness is doing the same thing and expecting different results. “I feel tired.” You think? You’ve been out there blasting that thing for hours. Get inside and get warmed up, oh my god! Seriously, how are they even alive? They don’t take care of themselves at all.

- This might be my more advanced knowledge of what the future holds for them speaking but I absolutely do not get what is Avalon’s appeal.

- Oh, how convenient. He’s teaching magic connected to their origins. Amazing.

- “I don’t want to seem obsessive” *proceeds to spy on girlfriend* At least the show is framing it well.

2x08:

- Ugh, I really hate these Bloom and Avalon scenes. They just leave a bad taste in my mouth.

- Ugh, I’m gagging at Bloom’s obsession with Avalon. I get he promised to help her learn about her origins but she’s downright lovesick. I am so with Sky on this and I understand his frustration.

- Aww, Brandon immediately revealed his own nickname to help Stella calm down. That was so cute! I love them!

- I love how the fairies are always invited, of course, but the witches are only invited because they helped. I mean, yeah, they do cause trouble, but like, they’re witches? I think the show should have done a better job at specifying what exactly being a witch is because currently it’s like “hey, they’re evil but they can legally learn how to be evil in the legitimate school for witches!” How does that make any sense?

- Ewww, seriously? On the one front I have Bloom and Avalon and on the other Icy and Darkar. What is wrong with this season?

- Oh, hey! It’s Helia! Now only if we didn’t have to wait half a season for Flora to confess her feelings, that would be great! I love how she got mad at Stella for introducing herself to Helia. Don’t just glare there, Flora. Do something about it! (About Helia, I mean.)

- So Saladin is also a dramatic bitch. Good to know. XD But hey, the new Red Fountain looks so much better. Before I started the rewatch, I didn’t even remember the initial vision. I only remembered the one from season 2 onwards.

- Poor Timmy! But what was Tecna’s problem? Like, you dreamed of him. That’s cool. I mean, you like him. What’s the problem? I guess she’s just not used to emotions like that, though.

- “I think it was Darcy” Jeez, really? Why is the fact that she ran away not enough proof that it was Darcy? Why would she run away if she was just a random girl? But I guess it’s a good thing Musa recognized her voice because people can actually do that unlike what movies would have you believe.

- It’s Kerborg time. Nice!

- Oh, yeah, “let’s leave Bloom and Sky in charge here”. Now you trust her. Last time she was there he blamed everything on her but hey, whatever.

- I loved Sky being supportive of Brandon and then the team up with all the rest. And Riven showing a better side of himself. That was really awesome.

- Oh, I think Helia’s got his eye on a certain fairy too! ;)

- But seriously. Literally an entire army of Specialists can’t hold the monster down while Helia did it on his own. With his glove. Wtf?!?!?!?! Though really, why am I expecting anything to make sense at this point.

2x09:

- Okay, but as annoying as Darkar is, he at least knows how to steer the witches to do exactly what he wants.

- Really, Tecna, I think your facts are wrong. You aren’t completely grown up at 16, wtf.

- Who else is completely creeped out by Avalon? He really just gave all of his very female and very young students flowers. And he’s teaching them all individual things (which is just a cover so that his interest in Bloom doesn’t stand out, of course, but still). He knows they are all crushing on him and he’s exploiting that and doing his best to lead them on and reinforce those emotions. That is absolutely disgusting, thank you.

- Seriously, even Faragonda is falling victim to his “charm” (not)? I can’t with this episode anymore and it has just started. And here I thought Darkar would be the problem of this season. How was I so wrong????????

- Oh, he wants them to trust him as much as they trust themselves? How about they throw you off a cliff instead? Oh, wait, that won’t work because he has wings. Crush him with a boulder then? (This is getting very anti Avalon and I am so sorry for all the negativity but I don’t think I can stress enough how much this is upsetting and angering me.)

- Why do I feel like Avalon is the one who planted the book there so that Tecna could do all of that and embarrass herself so that she wouldn’t try it again and he could proceed with his real plans?

- Well, we finally got Bloom’s parents’ names and a very unclear peek at them. Though, props for having their designs figured out from the beginning, though I guess that is just thanks to the comics.

- Oh, hey! Palladium is back. (Why is no one crushing on him? He is so much better and more handsome than Avalon tbh.) Glow up time, bitches. XD

- Amaryl is being Amaryl, of course. But Palladium is having none of it anymore. And he saved Stella. Nice!

- The others trust Tecna, that’s great!

- (Honestly, Griffin is the only thing saving me from losing my mind in this episode tbh, Also the fact that she believes Tecna and that Tecna was suspicious enough to dig in the first place. At least someone hasn’t lost their common sense.)

- Oh, hey, how did Bloom get that medallion? Did she pull it out of the past? Pls, tell me that’s not what happened. It can legit mess the entire timeline.

- Wait, didn’t they start chasing him before midnight? Why is it suddenly morning? Wtf? You can’t tell me they chased him all night. Why is everything so wrong?

- Poor Wizgiz! Another invention is destroyed. I feel his pain.

- At least all parts of the episode came together nicely. The writing was actually good but I absolutely hate this episode, thanks! I still appreciate the effort with the script, though.

2x10:

- Seriously, why did Bloom instantly decide that Diaspro was involved in this? Ugh. Both she and Sky need to calm down with the jealousy.

- Omg, Griselda is so savage, I can’t! Her magic is so awesome. (Since when is Stella up for cooking? Or was it just because she wanted to see the cute guy that would teach them cooking? Ah, and she’s tired of take out.) I really loved how she used different methods to deal with the different powers of the fairies. Finally we’re getting all the magical lessons and it is absolutely glorious.

- (Btw, seeing Stella openly critique classes schedule makes it clear to me why she’s always been my favorite. That is such a me thing to do. I still can’t understand how teachers liked me since I was always arguing with them.)

- Of course. Sky wants to talk and Bloom immediately decided he wanted to break up with her. Why don’t you hear him out first maybe? (Sidenote: Stella and Brandon went on a date with unicorns? That is really cute!)

- Brandon is in his role of the wingman again. Considering he’s the only one having a steady girlfriend (and they’ve said “I love you” already), the rest should just listen to him.

- Mayhem globe? That’s really cool actually.

- Helia is here. Nice!

- Poor Stormy. She looked really hurt. I thought Darcy was the one with the illusions and riddles. Why did she get it wrong and why was Icy the one to solve it (through a detail that not only has never been shown but has been pretty much disproven by what we’ve seen)?

- Yeah. Tecna and Timmy were also knocked out, Bloom. Just in case you care about that.

- Kindness spell? And non-agression spell? That’s kinda cool actually. But problematic... again.

- I am not quite sure what Bloom did but I am actually glad to see they went with a hug there (and it was cute). But how many times are they going to become a boyfriend and a girlfriend? I thought we were over this.

2x11:

- Brandon is at it again. A true specialist... in dating tips. XD

- Wow, Flora. Nice Helia spell you got there. (Btw I am so loving that we get to see them in different classes and learning things! Yes, this is what I’m here for!) But Layla was so ready to help! And I also love that Flora went to Layla instead of anyone else. It’s really cute that they got so close so fast. (”He’s crazy if he doesn’t like you.” Perhaps Layla is the one who likes Flora. XD)

- Shoulda listened to Brandon, Timmy. (But Tecna so boldly went for the “us”. You go, girl!)

- Idk but to me “The Archaic Spells of Spheria” doesn’t sound any good tbh.

- Of course Stella is all about the romantic movies. But poor pixies. They had to imprison them to save them.

- Why did all of the boys know about the Codex in the previous ep but the girls have no clue about it? Why is Faragonda keeping it from them if everyone at Red Fountain knows about it?

- What was Faragonda doing? And why did she make Bloom look for the spell? Couldn’t she do that herself? (Also, she just threw the book like that on the floor. I get why it prompted her derision but damn, really?)

2x12:

- Flora and Helia are such romantic dorks. And they’re bringing their A game there. Poems and flowers... A beautiful romance blooms. (I’ll stop now.)

- This convergence talk is giving me all the friendship feels. Not just for Winx but also for Faragonda and Griffin since they have been spotted doing convergence too. Ugh, my heart!

- Wow, Riven sure has a lot of pictures of Musa, considering the way he’s acting.

- “Kind of involved”? Mhm, sure.

- So I understand Musa’s frustration with Stella’s meddling but on the other hand I can see Stella’s point. I love Musa x Riven but Riven doesn’t seem exactly present and Musa herself stated that she’s not really sure what the status of their relationship is so...

- Okay, but there is no way in hell that it is Darcy’s birthday. It is fall currently and Darcy’s birthday is May 5 according to Wiki. So yeah, no.

- I am getting a bit sidetracked again but can we talk about the fact that Bloom and Stella couldn’t do convergence after a simple disagreement even though they’re together like 24/7 while Griffin and Faragonda managed to do it seamlessly at the end of season 1 after not speaking to each other for years and kind of getting into a fight the last time they spoke at the Day of the Royals. Friendship goals (well, besides the silent treatment.)

- Okay but I think it wasn’t right to blame Stella. She didn’t say anything that was inherently offensive. She suggested that they try to get closer. That isn’t bad even if it upsets someone indirectly. There was no need to blame her. They should’ve just focused on making Layla feel better.

- Why do I feel like none of them really had friends before they found each other? But hey, they are this big found family now and that is awesome! (I am getting all the feels again.)

- And Darcy is messing up the magical reality chamber again. Didn’t we do that already? Also, why didn’t they try to... idk, take precautions and put better security on it considering how dangerous it can be? Like, those are simple things. Please, be responsible.

- Better not play Truth or Dare with Stella. Unless you wanna be kissing ogres. XD

- That was a good save Layla pulled off there. Also, I love how the girls are mad at the “technical” issues. Tbh they are right to. How many times are they gonna get stuck in the wrong world when sent into the magical reality chamber? Like, get your shit together teachers. Also, why don’t they simply do a test run before they get anyone inside it? You’d think they’d learn their lesson.

- Damn, they can be deleted if the program is turned off? Why didn’t Darcy just have Jarred unplug it then? Winx are erased forever. Boom, problem solved. For the Trix, I mean.

- Aww, the pixies were ready to go in. That was cute.

- I LOVED that convergence! It was such a cool idea to have them make a figure. Also, they just created life. Damn! I am impressed.

2x13:

- Poor Layla. She has all those nightmares. But at least Piff helps! That’s really cute.

- I see Flora still hasn’t solved the Helia problem yet.

- They just ditched school to go to a club. What chaotic dumbass energy, I can’t.

- Aww, Layla is sharing about her harsh childhood. At least she has friends she can talk to now. But damn the difference between Andros and Solaria is very striking in scenes like that.

- Layla totally nailed that improv. Nice, you go, girl!

- I love the difference between Griselda and Faragonda! XD

- I loved that convo between Bloom and Vanessa! Yes, thank you for that. I am a little confused as to when Bloom learned Daphne was her sister. Did I miss something or did the writers miss something? But aww, Vanessa can’t see Locket. That’s making me sad. :(

- They did go to the club, though, huh? Nice one, you guys.

- How will Faragonda learn if they use magic on humans but not otherwise? That doesn’t sound very logical to me. (Speaking of logic, where is Tecna? They didn’t show her in this ep.)

- Oh, no! Poor Layla. But damn, she’s powerful. And the others are there to help her. (The pixies can cause so much trouble considering how small they are.)

- I love how Faragonda and Griselda just showed up to get them. It was cute. Though, now they’re being punished. Well, technically, Bloom didn’t break any rules because she had permission to leave but I guess she’s also in this because she shouldn’t have taken the others with her. (Cheeky to welcome Faragonda and Griselda to Earth.) At least Faragonda managed to get them the permission for music back from Griselda. XD

- Aww, babies! They are so tired from cleaning the whole school, they fell asleep. And the pixies helped, too.

- I’m not sure how Flora got that Helia is “the one” from talking to him for half a minute, but damn, wanna share those powers with the rest of us so that we can know immediately when we’ve met the one as well? (It was so cute to see Flora lean on Layla to sleep with her. And Piff, too. If she weren’t just talking about Helia, they would’ve been like a picture perfect family.)

This got very long so I decided to split the post for this season in parts. Part 2.

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Prompt Fills- Spur of the moment

Hey kids. I impulsively asked a handful of people for some couples/egos they wanted to hear me ramble about and this is the result. Enjoy my garbage. Prompts I attempted to incorporate will be listed with the request at the end. I chose the prompts btw the people I asked mostly had no idea what I was doing.

Every prompt should be 250+ words

@kitkat1003, @azlinne, @realhostiplier @ M and B anons ;P

NOTE: Through technical difficulties one of real’s is missing, I owe you hon ^^;

Dark brought him into the gang after hearing of him from Host. Host heard of him through someone else, and after Dark inquired about someone who could get things done for him Host knew just who to mention.

Dark goes to find Bim rather than having him escorted in. The man is young and dashing, though not much younger than Dark himself. His eyes are dark and lustful as he turns to face Dark with a sly smirk on his face. He doesn’t know who he’s facing.

“Can I help you?” He asks in a purr, and Dark just manages to keep himself from rolling his eyes.

Instead, he shifts his face into an expression of slight disgust to make it clear sex isn’t what he’s here for. Bim’s dangerous leer turns into a vaguely curious look, eyes narrowed slightly.

“You’re not like everyone else in this city. You want me for something that isn’t sex.” Bim points out, and Dark allows himself a soft snort of amusement.

“The idea of sex upon first meeting has never sat well with me. I need to ask you for a favor.” Dark explains, and Bim’s eyes turn dangerous again. “What is this favor?” “I need someone dead.” “I like you,” Bim gives him a feral grin as he speaks and leans closer, “but you look like you want something else too. What is it?”

“I’d like to extend an invitation into the Iplier gang. The benefits are something you know already, hopefully, but ask if they aren’t.”

“I’ve got nowhere to go.” Bim states, and Dark smiles with false pleasantry. “Not until now.”

Bim looks at him, blinking before grinning and extending his hand out. “You’ve got yourself a deal, sir.”

Bim took a change, and Wilford was the first to notice. He was first to notice not because it was obvious, not because he paid attention to the details and saw the change. No, he was the first to notice because he was the first affected.

“You tried to kill me.” He says, and he sounds nothing like himself.

It should bother him, but the situation surrounding this moment has him so twirled around he can’t begin to care about the fact he sounds a bit weaker than he should.

“You wanted me dead.” “Yes. You look pretty good, considering you just got shot.” Bim states, narrowing his eyes and shoving the gun into its holster.

Wilford shakes his head, hands firmly over the bullet wound. Bim Trimmer, the villain? Surely this was only Dark in Bim’s skin- “Don’t underestimate me, Wilford. That’s what got you put into this situation in the first place you know.” Bim warns as though he can read Wilford’s mind.

The pain is searing, but he needs to look past that. There are more important things than his pain, namely the fact that someone who everyone thought was gentle hearted and kind had just shot him.

“Who do you think you are? Shooting me?” Wilford asks, attempting to snap out of the shock.

Bim laughs, and it’s too dark. Too villainous in nature. Wilford knows now, knows truly and completely that he has lost his Bim.

Then? He forgets.

As Wilford collapses to the floor, Bim turns slowly to face the camera. To face you. He draws a hand up to his face, pressing one finger to his lips. Lips that are drawn up into a malicious smirk. His eyes glint in the odd lighting of the room, and he quakes with unused power.

“They’ll all forget,” he whispers as he  turns to Wilford’s limp body, “they’ll all forget everything. Forget and forget until I get this right. And you? You’ll watch. You’ll watch and you won’t say a word, will you?” His icy voice carries out with calm cruelty, and soon he’s lost to you completely.

The scene fades, and you’re left wondering what you’re supposed to do.

“I would have stayed if you asked.” Olivier informs dutifully, and Bim gives a tearful laugh. “Well I know, but I was scared I’d be interrupting something or-” “I am always happy to make time for you.” Olivier soothes, and Bim grins sheepishly.

They settle down together to play a few video games while Bim calms down, but eventually looks up at Blue.

“We should go out on a date.” “Is this not a date?” “No, playing video games together isn’t considered a date.” Bim giggles, and Olivier blushes a soft blue.

“I see.”

They head out together, just the two of them. Olivier walks along at an easy pace, but Bim still seems to lag behind no matter what. He’s just thinking. Olivier thinks too, thinks a lot of things all at once.

Soon Bim is grabbing his hand and tugging gently on it. “Please come with me this way, sir.” He says fancily, and Olivier laughs softly.

They head down a small street, then down a path. Soon they’re looking out at the ocean. Normally the ocean makes Olivier a little nervous, but with Bim there? He feels… Content.

Jarring alarms startle him away, and he shoots up from his position. He’s furiously working to shut down the alarms, chirping and whirring as his fingers fly over the keys. He’s just gotten everything under control when he hears Bing behind him.

“Is this your dream?”

Olivier whips around, eyes wide with panic as he realizes the small tablet he had been working on would project what his mind was producing. His dream.

“It-” “You like Bim?” “Isaac-” “Olivier, it’s okay that you like him.” Olivier shakes his head, snatching the tablet.

“Don’t you remember, Isaac? He’s already with someone.” Olivier hisses softly, tossing the tablet aside as he turns back to his monitors. “Now go back to charging.”

“Alright, Oliv.” Isaac sighs, hugging Olivier briefly before shuffling off to plug himself back in.

Once he’s alone, Olivier slumps his shoulders and rests his weight on his hands on the desk.

He hates emotions.

He hits the ground with a loud thud and an odd sound as the wind is forced from his lungs. He makes another odd sound against the pain, flailing his limbs out like a landed fish. Nearby he hears Vivi’s panicked voice, and soon Vivi’s face comes into view.

“I can’t breathe-” Marc gasps, struggling desperately to get air to his lungs.

Above him, Vivian soothes him gently.

“Don’t move, Marc. Just keep still, you’re gonna be okay.” Vivian assures him soothingly.

Marc is terrified, but the calm patience in Vivi’s voice assures him that he’ll be alright. It’s excruciatingly slow, but finally he gets the air back into  his lungs. He’s greedy as he takes it in, drinking it down like a dehydrated man.

With his lungs properly filled with air, Marc releases the death grip he had on Vivi’s hand. Everything still hurts, mind you, but at least he can breathe again. Sort of.

“I hated that.”

“I would’ve traded places with you if I could, but unfortunately I couldn’t.” “You would not-” “You know I’d do anything for you, Marc.” Vivian says calmly, meeting Marc’s eyes unwaveringly.

Marc swallows, shaking his head and sitting up slowly.

“The other night you said-” “You know I didn’t mean that. I was drunk off my ass.” Vivian sighs, and Marc knows he’s feeling guilty.

Vivian ducks his head for a moment before straightening up and moving to help Marc to his feet. “I’m sorry. Let’s just go home and forget it all.” He murmurs, and Marc smiles. “There’s one thing I’m not sure I’d want to forget.” Marc whispers, and Vivian quirks a brow.

“And what’s that?” “You.” Marc presses a kiss to Vivi’s cheek, laughing as Vivian turns bright red.

“Now come on, I don’t want Enis to catch us out here. He’ll think we’re fucking or-” “Enis? No. He’ll think we’re having a party without him.” They head back home, hand in hand, heart in heart, together.

“It’s chilly outside.” Wilford comments as they step into the house, and Dark mutters his agreement. “Shut the door.” He growls, and Wilford chuckles. “I might leave it-” “Close the door, Wilford! Please?” Dark takes to something akin to begging, and Wilford frowns softly as he shuts the door.

“Are you cold?” He asks, and after a pause Dark nods his head.

Suddenly guilty for dragging Dark out with him that day, he takes his boyfriend gently by the elbow. They aren’t normally gentle with each other, but Dark looks so miserable Wilford doesn’t feel there’s any choice to it.

Wilford gets Dark changed and tucked into bed before heading downstairs to make hot cocoa. Waiting for it all to be ready is a pain, but as he heads back upstairs to a sleepy Dark it’s a little more worth it.

Wilford settles beside his boyfriend, sipping at his hot drink with a happy huff. Dark in turn relaxes against his pastel boyfriend, sipping happily at his hot chocolate. He seems to be getting sleepier by the moment, and Wilford finds it irresistibly adorable. “I’m sorry I’m so-”

“You’re perfect the way you are.” Wilford murmurs, cutting off whatever it was Dark had been about to say.

Dark blinks at him before smiling softly.

“Even if I am cold natured?” “Even then.” Wilford chuckles, leaning over to kiss Dark’s nose.

Dark laughs softly, and Wilford loves it. It’s breathy, gentle and light. Wilford wishes he would laugh like that more often.

When Dark finally settles down to sleep, Wilford lets him listen to his heartbeat. Dark is out like a light, leaving Wilford to his thoughts.

He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but here.

Of all things to happen to the both of them, C finds this to be one of the most (if not the most) inconvenient. In front of him, A is nearly frothing at the mouth as he pounds at the heavy metal door keeping them trapped in the room. Terribly loud and obnoxious, not to mention every action was pointless. A won’t get through the door, it’s physically impossible even with the shadows. Still, C opts to let him burn himself out rather than try to stop him. A won’t stop whether C intervenes or not, so why bother?

“This is just fucking great.” A snarls finally, plopping onto the ground next to C.

C’s arm aches after being held up so long, but it’s nothing compared to how A’s knuckles must feel. Bruised and an angry red, it goes past just his knuckles. Both of his hands seem to be entirely irritated, and C almost feels sympathetic.

He really doesn’t, but it’s nice to pretend for the sake of image.

“If you would abstain from being so stubbornly difficult, maybe we could devise a plan to-” “Oh shut the fuck up.” A groans, and C sighs. Very well.

He falls into silence and lets A go about grumbling to himself. Then the lights go out, and C wishes he could be angry. He knows he’d scream around right now because this situation is unendingly tedious.

They eventually take to feeling around the room despite C pointing out the fact it’s a bit late seeing as when before they could have looked around, now they have to full on feel where they’re going. A is quick to tell him to shut up once more.

“It’s too goddamned dark. I can’t fucking see shit.” A snarls, and C rolls his eyes.

“Stunning observation, thank you so much for pointing such a conundrum out” “Would you fucking stop with your dumbass fancy words?” A snaps, and C pinches the bridge of his nose.

“It would be best if we focused on getting out, not pointing out pet peeves.” C advises, and A is tempted to punch him. He doesn’t, but he’s tempted.

Eventually, C finds it hard to breathe. They aren’t sure why, but A’s solutions are proving to be somewhat bizarre. With something vaguely resembling irritation, C attempts to get A off to give him space but A shoves back in.

“Quick fucking doing that. I’m trying to save your life, fucker, so hold still.”

Just as the life saving is apparently about to begin, the lights click on and the door opens. The air is much less hard to breathe, and C takes in a proper lungful before he’s being tugged through the now open door.

“Alright asshole, let’s go.”

Ed is busy with his cacti when Claude appears. The google is oddly enough bundled up in a sweater, and as Ed turns to greet him he’s so surprised he lets out a bark of laughter. “What in tarnation are you wearin? Are you cold?” “I am- there is a long story. Can I come help you?” Claude asks, shuffling his feet anxiously.

Ed pulls him into the room, minding the cacti and succulents that he still needs to move away from the floor. Claude easily steps over the obstacles, but inevitably trips over Alberta’s devilish partner in crime Hana.

Claude squeaks and falls right into Ed, who keeps him from falling onto the other cactuses and getting damaged. Claude pauses for a moment to get his bearings before carefully pushing off of Ed and straightening up a bit.

“Apologies.” He mutters, and Ed chuckles a bit. “Nothin to worry your pretty little head over. Now then, you definitely can help me. I need to get Pip and Squeak off of that tall shelf over yonder and get’em down here seein’ as I’ve gotten worlds shorter.” Ed huffs, glaring jokingly at Claude as he snickers over his boyfriend’s struggles.

Claude is putting the two little cacti down when Alberta strikes. The cactus grabs onto Claude’s sweater, and he croaks his confusion as he becomes trapped.

“Ed! Ed help!”

Ed moves over with worry before bursting into hysterical laughter.

“Alberata don’t like that there sweater!” He howls, and Claude whines.

“Don’t just stand there and laugh! Help me!” He whines, and Ed shakes his head.

“Alright then. Let’s go, Alberta ‘ole gal.”

Bea greets Bing as he drives up, the two sharing a long hug and a lot of smiles. Bea leads Bing up to the house, and they settle down to have some lunch inside. Bea would eat with Bing outside, but Bing is tired from his traveling so they decide it’s best to eat inside so Bing can just head off to charge up afterwards.

“You’re gonna stay and help me?” Bea asks upon Bing mentioning it, and Bing laughs softly. “I didn’t fly and drive all this way to just say “hey.” He teases, and Bea blushes lightly.

“Sorry, just- no one ever really stays around to help I guess.” They admit, and Bing smiles happily at them. “Well I’m breaking that record of no one.” He promises, and Bea grins. “I’m glad it’s you.” Bea blurts, and Bling blushes as well this time.

Once they get over that little moment, the two head off to explore together. They’re breaking some crates when Bim squeals in confused excitement.

“What the fuck? Is that slime golden?” “No flubbin way.” Bea gasps, whipping around and finding Bing with a golden slime stuck to his stomach.

What.

“How did- Nevermind. Stay there I need to feed it to get poop!” “You what?”

“Gold poop, sells many moneys!” Bea calls, gathering up some food as quickly as they can.

Lots of food and a few gold poops later, they find the gold slime just really liked Bing apparently. It’s gone once they settle down to watch the sun sink below the horizon, but Bea is still excitedly telling Bing about it.

“Can I hold your hand?” Bing asks suddenly, and Bea blinks. “What?” “Uh- Your hand. Can I hold it?” Bing seems nervous, but Bea smiles.

“Yeah!”

They smile wider as Bing slips his hand into theirs, holding tightly but gentle. It’s nice. They’re at peace. “Hey Bea?” “Hm?” “You can call me Isaac, if you’d want to.”

Being part of someone, only a part, was a hard life to live. Constantly having your actions and thoughts controlled by two overruling emotions leads to so many problems no only personal but professional. Baxter can’t get anything done because he always gets too angry or horny to focus on his material, and it leaves him feeling antsy and uncomfortable.

Baxter hates feeling so incomplete. He feels like a character someone began to make but never quite finished fleshing out so they’re left as someone very predictable and boring. Baxter doesn’t want to be predictable and boring, yet he couldn’t change who and what he was. It was a hard life he lead.

The fact he could die and come back with ease was still something that made his life even more odd and difficult.

“That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.” He huffs, glancing over to Reed as he says it.

Reed is silently clutching his wrist to his chest, doesn’t even seem to have processed what Baxter said to him. Bax rolls his eyes, getting to his feet with a huff.

“Come on Red bull. Let’s get you checked out.”

The doctor is gone, so Baxter takes to home remedies while they wait for his return. The first thing that comes to mind is to ice it, but evidently no one has any ice. So instead he grabs a bag of frozen peas.

He heads back into the bedroom, smiling weakly at Reed.

“Bad news, all out of ice for your sprain. How about some defrosting frozen peas instead?” He offers, hoping to at least get a grimace of a smile.

Instead, Reed takes the peas and then settles down to sleep. Boring. Despite that, Baxter heads to bed as well. Eventually Graham crawls into the bed with them as well, and Baxter heaves out a sigh.

He loves them, he thinks.

He hopes.

It was a peaceful day with nothing to do, nowhere to go, everything was just perfect and beautiful. Then she attacked.

She came out of nowhere and left the city in carnage around her. Silver had no choice but to take chase, dashing along as she wreaked havoc ahead of him. He knew who she was, and evidently she knew who he was.

“My love, my love, my love,” she crooned, “I could destroy you so easily, but I won’t because I love you.”

Silver shakes his head, wipes away the memories of kind smiles and passionate nights spent in her arms. He wipes it away because she’s not his lover anymore, she’s a monster. He can’t love a monster because he’s the hero. Heroes don’t love the monsters.

Not monsters in general but villain, he should say villain.

The battle is long and hard. He strains himself beyond every limit his body has because this battle is important to him. In the end, she lays dead at his feet. He burns her body to prevent anyone from using it as an experiment, and then he makes his way home.

He makes it to the clinic before he collapses.

Doc rushes over and helps him into a bed, and immediately begins to heal what he can manage with his magic. Silver keeps trying to get up, muttering that he needs to get back to work when Doc pushes him gently down by the chest. “You made it really far for being in such bad shape. You’ve earned a rest, Silver.” He states, voice calm with an underlying tone of “don’t fuck with me.” to it.

Silver respects that, and falls still and silent to let the doctor work. “I need to set a bone. It’s going to hurt at best.” “And at wo-ORST-” Silver is stopped mid question as Doc sets the bone with a pop.

“Fuck.” “Sorry Silver.” Edward sighs, healing the rest of the injuries before getting to work using human methods for the rest. Silver doesn’t miss the way the doctor’s hands shake as he finishes, and notices the slight sway to Edward’s step. He’s exhausted.

“I killed her.” Silver states suddenly, and Edward blinks. “Her?” “The villain.” “Oh.” “That makes me the villain of her story, right? Am I a bad person?” “Well, Silver. Everybody plays the villain at some point in their life.” Edward murmurs as he leaves, clicking off the light.

Silver considers those words until late into the night.

He watched as the sky turned from a soft blue to an even softer shade of peach, shivers racking his body as the temperature slowly climbed even lower. Normally he didn’t get cold, but here he was anyways.

He didn’t know what was happening, but he loved it. He knew that technically this was just what happened when fall hit. Things got colder. It was still exciting to him, he was a new being to the world. New.

Shaking himself out, he headed back towards the shelter he’d been calling home for a while. After coming into existence, he’d taken to avoiding his host and instead lived in homeless shelters around the city. If not a shelter he stayed at a place where the homeless all gathered and subtly used his magic to help those he felt deserved it.

Natemare knows of his creator, Nate, but he doesn’t know him very well beyond fan perception and a few odd snippets from Nate’s mind. Not enough to say he knows his creator well or anything, but oh well.

“Hey! You!” He hears, and for a moment he thinks it’s not for him, but then he realizes he’s the only one around.

He turns and finds himself facing a man a few inches taller than him. His eyes are a deep brown marred by randomized flecks of emerald, and they glint with unspoken knowledge. Natemare gets the distinct impression he’s meeting someone very dangerous.

“Can I help you?” Mare asks, and the guy nods a bit.

That’s weird. The guy looks well off, so he isn’t sure how he, a homeless man, can be much help. “You’re like me.” The man says, and Mare blinks in shock. Like him? “You’re an ego.” The world pauses as Mare takes in the man before he realizes.

MatPat. Matthew Patrick. This must be his evil ego.

“You’re-” “Antimatter! Or MadPat.” He grins, sticking out a hand for Mare to shake.

Mare hesitates because his hands are grimy, but when he hesitantly lifts one up Mad takes it without hesitation. The grin is still too wide, the eyes still too smart. Mare trusts him anyways, even decides he quite likes him.

Mare and Mad become fast friends, and with that comes the trials of dealing with an insane scientist for a friend. Mad deals with a lot of things that explode, as well as just chemicals and robotics. Mare commonly finds himself being amazed by the sheer amount of knowledge Mad seems to carry with him.

“Are you sure about this?” Nate asks, looking at the objects in his hands. “I’m never sure about anything, but let’s do it anyway.” Mad laughs, starting the setup for this little project.

Surprisingly, the whole thing goes off without a hitch. Mad is excited, and he’s just so happy Mare can’t help but feel excited too.  They celebrate with drinks, but Mare notices as usual  his friend keeps from drinking more than two drinks. He’s curious, but he doesn’t question because he doesn’t know what personal reasons could be hiding there.

Afterwards, a chaotic conversation occurs. Chaotic in a good way, surprisingly. A way that leaves Natemare and MadPat wheezing.

“I’m not even a person most of the time and you want me to be your moral center? Are you fucking crazy?”

“I am!” Mad cackles, and they both dissolve into their own fits of laughter.

All good times are ruined by some bad, and Natemare can’t quite believe this is the bad that interrupts their good. He learns through a phone call that Mad has been burned horribly, almost killed Mare’s creator, Mark (or one of his egos- Mad seems unsure), and some guy named AJ. He doesn’t ask Natemare to come see him, just offers an explanation for why he won’t be around as much anymore.

That’s all.

Natemare comes to visit him anyways.

“You don’t have to be here. I didn’t ask you to be.” Mad says hoarsely, looking over at him with nothing but feverish pain in his eyes. “Yeah well you need someone right now. And I’m sure as hell not gonna leave you in this state.” Mare states bluntly, settling down at Mad’s bedside.

Natemare is a lot of things, and one of those is protective over his loved ones. He’s not going to leave Mad to suffer alone, he’s not going to abandon him. He’s going to take care of him.

Whether Mad likes it or not.

They’re playing chess together. It’s late in the night, but both of them seem to share a similar trait. Not being able to sleep.

Dark sighs, shifting another piece into place and quietly letting Host know what move he had made. Host frowns, and like a spoiled child looks at Dark.

“That’s not fair.” He huffs, and Dark rolls his eyes.

“Host, this is chess, I’m playing to win not humor your tired brain and play easy.” He sighs, and Host chuckles.

“The Host is only teasing Dark. Though, Dark sounds rather tired. The Host suggests politely that Dark go and get some sleep.” Host murmurs, frowning as Dark scoffs.

“Don’t be absurd. I’m perfectly fine without sleep.” “Dark should stop being so difficult.” Host grumbles, and Dark rolls his eyes.

“You can’t force me.” “The Host will not harm you, however he will not hesitate to use narration to get you to bed.” Host threatens, and Dark sighs.

“Now you’re being unfair. Host, my friend, I assure you I don’t need sleep. Not right now.” “Darkiplier refuses to admit that he is having nightmares again.” “Because we don’t need to discuss my bad dreams, Host.” Dark grits out, glaring at his friend from across the board.

Host sighs heavily, setting a piece down carefully.

“Checkmate.”

He listens to Dark curse softly before gathering his energy and beginning to narrate.

“Dark feels suddenly very tired, and despite his prior insistence upon not needing sleep he feels compelled to go to bed. His mind will not be plagued with nightmares tonight, and will remain clear. He knows this, and heads off to bed without another word to the Host.” Host narrates firmly, and watches as Dark stiffens before heading off.

Host slumps forward, now feeling thoroughly exhausted. He cleans up the chess, tucks in their chairs, and heads off to his own room.

He finds Edward curled up on one side, Orwell asleep on the pillow by his head. Host smiles, running a hand over the dragon’s scales and his boyfriend’s hair before he settles down to sleep.

Everyone has a good sleep that night.

“You tried to kill me.” Anti gasps, looking at the Host in shock. “Is Anti hurt at all?” Host drawls boredly, adjusting the papers on his desk into proper order.

Anti, seething at the level of calm the Host seems to keep about him, glitches violently.

“You tried to kill me!” “The Host reminds Anti that he has already said this, however this angers Anti even further. Host reminds Anti what will happen if he attempts to, in any way, harm the Host.” Host’s voice is low as he warns Anti, but not really angry.

Anti wonders if he has any emotions at all.

“It was your fault it happened. All yours.” Anti snarls, and Host only grimaces slightly. “The Host supposes in a way the blame could of course be placed with him, however he would very much like to remind Anti that isn’t how the situation happened. If anyone is to blame for it all it would be Anti  himself. Had he not been attempting to pull such an unnecessary and somewhat cruel prank on the Host, this all could have been avoided.” Host points out, tone growing icier as he goes on.

Anti growls, pacing like a caged animal before he finally moves to sit down with an angry sigh. Host would roll his eyes if he still had eyes to roll, shaking his head as well before letting himself focus back in on getting his desk back in order.

“I’m part of the pathetic line of egos, aren’t I?” Anti asks randomly, and Host hums before shaking his head.

“Anti is plenty powerful, most definitely not pathetic.”

It isn’t peace, and maybe it won’t ever be, but at least they aren’t trying to slaughter each other.

“You look so comfy and cuddle-able, Marv! We gotta go soon though dude, so get up okay?” Chase asks gently, shaking Marvin lightly.

Marvin groans, and Chase laughs sympathetically.

“I know dude, but come on. Up!” Chase says before heading off to make sure everything is in order.

Today is Marvin’s birthday and he’s chosen to spend it out with Chase shopping. The man has become so much like a father to him he wants to spend some time properly bonding with him. Chase was elated when Marvin told him, so Marvin feels he made the right choice there.

He trudges downstairs once he’s gotten dressed, yawning and rubbing at his eyes like a child in a movie. Chase meet him, still all bright smiles and sunshine. It’s annoying sometimes, but still always contagious.

Upon entering the mall, Marvin immediately perks up. Chase grins, but blinks as Marvin turns to him looking suddenly overwhelmed. His tall magic son holds out a hand, and blinks sadly.

“Could you hold my hand so I don’t get lost or anything?” He asks, and Chase lets out a soft laugh.

“Of course, kiddo. Now c’mon, let’s go find those action figures you wanted.”

Marvin squeals and takes off, Chase laughing and following behind him.

Marvin finds the right store and right section so quickly Chase feels he’s been here time and time again. Chase huffs out a breath, and steels himself for what he knows will be high prices. He’s here to spend money on his magic son. He’s saved up money for all of their birthdays more or less, it’s to be special.

“Dad! Dad can I please get this one?” Marvin gasps, and of course, it’s the most expensive toy there.

Of course.

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?” Chase teases, smiling softly as Marvin giggles at him. “Make sure you take good care of it, Marv, okay?” He warns, and Marvin nods his head excitedly.

“I promise, dad.”

Marvin’s one action figure wipes out a good chunk of what Chase has saved, but he still has enough to buy a few more cheaper ones. After that he dips into personal funds to buy Marvin a stuffed animal. With that, they head out.

Marvin practically bounces his way to the car, and Chase watches him go with a fond smile.

Happy birthday Marv, he thinks to himself, I hope it was a good one.

Anti and Oliver became friends against everything that might suggest they wouldn’t. After all, Blue and Chase were dating now. It made sense they would try to get along. Kind of.

Either way, Oliver found his glitching anger friend to be enjoyable! He made good jokes sometimes and even when he was being mean Oliver could tell he cared.

“You have something in your hair, umm, do you want me to get it out?” Anti had asked on their first day out as friends, and Oliver had laughed so hard about how awkward Anti had been he’d cried.

“Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.” Oliver had said after walking in on Anti carving up one of Marvin’s favorite action figures.

They have an odd balance going on with good and bad, but it works out okay. Anti’s tendency to protect his loved ones and Oliver mischievous streak make up for the gaps left by varying personality traits.

Tonight is supposed to be movie night. Supposed to be because Anti has fallen asleep halfway through the second movie. While one and a half is movie enough, Oliver is just miffed Anti promised not to fall asleep but fell asleep so quickly.

He wakes Anti up when the movie ends, just to send him to bed.

“You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep.” He huffs, pretending to be genuinely upset.

Anti looks confused, then apologetic as he looks up at Oliver. “‘M sorry Ollie, didn’t mean ta fall asleep on ya.” He slurs, and Oliver rolls his eyes with an affectionate grin.

“Please just go to bed you idiot.” He snorts, and Anti giggles sleepily.

They say their goodnights, and Anti trudges off to his room. Oliver settles down to the charge, content despite the fact his movie buddy kind of ruined their movie plans. It was okay.

There was always next time.

Prompts  and Requests

Like gang Dark/Bim? “Can I help you?” “You’re not like everyone else.” “I like you.” “I’ve got nowhere to go.”

Or evil Bim/Wilfy? “You look pretty good, considering you just got shot.” “Don’t underestimate me.” “You tried to kill me.” “who do you think you are?”

Or Bim /Olivier? “No playing video games together is not considered a date.” “I would have stayed if you asked.” “Is this your dream?” “Please come with me.”

Or Gamer / Vivian? “Don’t move.” “I can’t breathe.” “You know I’d do anything for you.” “You know I didn’t mean that.”

JimAlan “We’re supposed to be working.” “I’m a mess.” “Please don’t be mad at me.” “I’m gonna need more coffee.”

Darkstache “Are you cold?” “It’s chilly outside.” “Shut the door.” “You’re perfect the way you are.”

AC “I’m trying to save your life.” “It’s too dark.  I can’t see anything.” “Stop being so difficult.” “This is just great.”

EdClaude “Can I help you?” “Are you cold?” “I can’t help it.” “Don’t just stand there, help me!”

BeaBing “Can I hold your hand?” “What the fuck?” “No fucking way.” “I didn’t drive all this way to say ‘hey’.”

Baxter ”I feel incomplete and I fucking hate it” “That’s the first time I’ve died in a while. Guess I was overdue.” “Bad news, no ice for your sprain. How about defrosting frozen peas?” “I love them, I think. I hope.”

Silver It was a peaceful day, nothing to do, nowhere to go, everything was perfect “My love, my love, my love. I could destroy you so easily, but I won’t, because I love you.” “You made it really far for being in such bad shape, you’ve earned a rest.” “It’s going to hurt, at best.” “Everybody plays the villain at some point in their life.”

Mare They watched as the sky turned into a mix of orange and pink, feeling shivers wrack their body as it got colder. “I don’t know what’s happening but I love it.” “You don’t have to be here. I didn’t ask you to be.” “Yeah well you need someone right now. And I’m sure as hell not gonna leave you in this state.” “Are you sure about this?” “I’m never sure about anything, but let’s do it anyway.” “I’m not even a person most of the time and you want me to be your moral center? Are you fucking crazy?”

Host & Dark (-shrug) “That’s not fair.” “I’m not gonna hurt you.” “Stop being so difficult.” “You need sleep.”

Anti >:( Host (idk I just feel like the hosts quietness and antis chaos would clash but they’d be like frienemies (?)) “Are you hurt?” “You tried to kill me.” “I’m pathetic.” "It was your fault.”

Chase & Marvin (smol sons) “Could you hold my hand?” “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.” “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?” “Make sure you take good care of it.

Anti and Oliver as friends “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?” “You promised you wouldn’t fall asleep.” “Don’t pretend I didn’t just see what you were doing.” "Please just go to bed.”