#cookie kid writes

[bangchansbackohmygod]

Hey I’m new to this requesting thing but I really love you’re work and I was wondering if you would you be able to write something about Hyunjin or Felix being with someone that LIVES for sucking dick🤭🤭

Hyunjin Hyunjin this is definitely meant for Hyunjin

I don't think either of you were expecting it. You'd done it before, he'd received it before, just never with each other. So when you and your best friend Hyunjin got a little too tipsy during a movie night and ended up in a sloppy makeout on your couch, and your hands started to wander a bit, and you decided "to hell with it" and you freed his aching hard-on from his jeans, and you gave the head an experimental lick....

You didn't expect to love it so much.

It was an immediate addiction. The whine of your name, the buck of his hips, his taste, it all flooded your mind and flipped an unknown switch deep inside of you. What you thought would be foreplay ended up replacing the main event, his excitement buried deep in your throat as you slammed three fingers into yourself to sate your own fervor. You moaned in ecstasy around the thickness as he came for you, his eyes crossing and a line of drool slipping down his chin to match the mess he'd made of your own mouth.

Then of course came the sweetness. The confession of the feelings you'd both been hiding, the gentleness as you cleaned each other up, the giggling awkwardness as you planned a first date. It was a halo of warmth, a softness that you'd never expect had come from such a depraved act of lust. And so it was that Hyunjin became your doting boyfriend.

Who you went down on every day without fail.

The itch just needed to be scratched. You'd wake up next to him, his angelic face soft and innocent...and you'd feel yourself salivating as you imagined waking him up with a blowjob. So you did, his mind mushy and pliant as he barely gasped out a few "thank you"s before he unloaded into your waiting hole. You'd visit him in the practice room during his lunch hour, the light scolding you gave him for skipping his meal to run through his new choreography devolving into him fucking your face savagely. Both you taking glances at the wall-length mirror that showed how debauched you both were, your faces only getting more heated and your moans more primal at the sight. When he came home, when he was eating dinner, when he was cuddling you during tv time, when he was on the phone with Chris, when he laid back on your bed after his pre-bed shower, anything and everything he did made your core twitch in anticipation. Your hands would grow restless and your mouth would begin to hang open just a bit without you really noticing. Once the feeling took you over you'd move to your knees and look up at him sweetly, your big eyes peering at him in a silent request of approval. And without fail, he'd bit his plush lower hip and put a hand on your head, his hips already beginning to squirm at the promise of what was to come.

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(This request was really something, when I tell you I was blushing! Thank you for the request, kind anon! Please come again if you'd like!)

[mochiiniko]

it was fan family week in the rd server and i remembered to post this gremlin just now im so sorry 😭 anyways youll never guess which fankid this is

couple of drawings under the cut because im compiling everything in one post lmao

funnily enough his design came from way back when i was like grade 8-9?? this one time i was sorting through my old school stuff and i found this 😭 i was cocole enthusiast before i even knew cocole im sobbing

plus a couple of shitposts because of course </3

[wandixx]

Ghost of fries and hero of cookies part 5

All work words count: 14 643

Words in this part: 1 685

Summary of whole work: Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay

Or

Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of local hero? And he looked like he needed bad day combo anyway

This part summary: Steph finally gets to meet Duke's kid. And she comes bearing gifts!

Beta read by @audhumla-sailor though English is second language for both of us, so proceed with this in mind. I also know all of the charaters through fics alone, so probably ooc. Stay catious if it's something you don't like

First part, Previous part

Duke was really glad that Bruce was busy whole previous evening and couldn’t give him The TalkTM Vigilante edition. Maybe he shouldn’t because B being busy spoke trouble but he couldn’t feel too sad about it. He didn’t want to have The TalkTM though.

For now, Dani was running next to him, with a serious look on her face that was kinda uncanny. She wasn’t supposed to not be happy and some weird instincts were screaming at him to fix it and fix it now. But he didn’t know how!

Though some of his jokes caused a little smile, so it was good.

It turned potentially less good when she stopped without warning, lowering herself to the fighting stance (finally proper, which made him so immensely proud by the way). He stopped too, wishing they wouldn’t have to fight but he knew better than to latch on this hope.

“What’s up, Hoopoe?” he whispered.

“Someone is coming. Light, use grapple” Most likely one of the Bats then, they were due to a visit anyway. However better to not lower his guard in case he was mistaken or it was a prank/test. His expectations were proven right though, when purple blur flipped over the edge of the roof. He relaxed and put hand on Dani’s shoulder so she wouldn’t tackle Steph before they could explain anything. She seemed on edge like that whole day.

“Hey Spoiler” he greeted to further show that the blonde was a friend.

“Sup Signal! Heard I can finally meet your little friend!”

Dani straightened herself and tried to float a few inches up to seem higher probably.

“I’m considerably higher than most kids my age” she deadpanned. She really wasn’t though. He was still trying to learn whether her size was caused more by genetics or malnourishment. Her only family member Duke knew of was also small, so maybe it was a family thing though.

Steph shrugged, waving her palm a few inches below her shoulder, approximately where Damian reached, quite few inches over Dani’s head.

“Robin is the family’s smol violent bean and you’re shorter than him. You’re small bean, deal with this”

Little girl pouted, crossing her arms. Steph cooed.

“Oh, you even get angry like he does!”

Young meta looked like she was asking ‘Should I use violence?’ and inch towards the answer ‘Yes’. Duke decided he should step in before she acted on these thoughts. Teasing was the opposite of what girl needed at the moment. Some good fight might not be bad but maybe not with Steph.

“Cut it Spoiler”

She rolled her eyes so dramatically he could tell she did so despite her mask. He still thought it was impressive “Don’t be boring dude”

Dani growled in a way that couldn’t be fully human, just like she did when they talked about her training for the first time. Duke squeezed her arm. Girl glanced at him before sagging so much he was scared she would fall for a hot second. He exchanged concerned looks with Steph over her lowered head. It was not normal nor was it good.

“Alright, you’re not smol,” Steph agreed lightly “Officially at least. What’s in my head stays there. Does it work for you?”

Duke almost hit her in the arm. Not strongly, in a friendly manner but still. He didn’t only because it seemed to somehow work. He let his hands drop.

“Your mind is sacred,” Dani started seriously “what leaves your mouth is not. Can’t diss you on your thoughts but I’ll on your words” she shared like it was some important truth of life. Or folklore proverb though Duke wasn’t sure about the latter. Afterall he was Gothamite born and breed, he knew countryside from movies “And actions. Actions are kinda important,” meta girl added in lighter tone after moment of thinking.

“Yeah, actions are the best” Steph agreed easily “Hey, can I get it on a T-shirt? I’ll love and cherish it”

“First you laugh at my height and then you want my intellectual property for free? For shame, Spoiler, for shame?”

Steph looked thoughtful, theatrically over exaggerating her body language. 

“Valid” she nodded.

Duke decided he would just watch whatever was going to happen and did damage control if needed. He didn’t feel up to anything else anyway.

“Heard your cape went in an adventure,” the purple vigilante admitted after moment of silence. Dani shrugged rubbing her arms awkwardly. Duke knew she normally would fix said cape. It was her way of fidgeting.

“Yup, it’s good way to put it,” girl nodded. “Somebody needed it more, I hope it enjoys its travel. I should get a replacement soon”

“Well, I can’t let fellow caped crusader, who understands necessity of hood, run capeless”

Younger girl waved her hands in a flurry motion of dismissal.

“Don’t-” she stopped when her eyes locked on orange bundle Steph took from somewhere under her cloak. Opportunity to pull tricks like that had made Duke consider adding some sort of cape to his Signal suit back when he had been working on it back in a day but dismissed it. He still wasn’t looking forward to learning curve of fighting with such additional liability. He couldn’t turn it intangible when it was in a way like certain white haired cheater did.

Speaking of Dani, girl stared at Steph’s gift like she couldn’t quite believe it was real. She held her hands close to her chest but her fingers flexed in grabby motion. Her eyes were hidden behind black lenses of her mask but everything else about her face further proved how awestruck she was. Even her muted aura brightened a bit in a way that he learned to recognize as excitement.

It was still kind of weird, by the way. Normal auras haven’t changed, it was kinda their thing.

Steph wiggled her gift a bit. Dani finally took it but had yet to put it on.

“It’s for me?” she whispered so utterly shocked and small that Duke mentally did a double take.

“Yeah, like I said, can’t let you run around without it”

“Oh”

Dani’s hand was gnawing at the edge of the material as if it was some sort of squashmellow.

“Try it on,” Steph encouraged gently.

“We need to check if Spoiler haven’t messed up something”

“Signal!”

Dani snorted, which was all Duke tried to achieve.

She put it on and after a moment of shuffling she once again became orange cloak with feet. She grinned widely looking far more relaxed and settled than she did moments before. She moved around a bit like she was in model show or at least what ten years old thought it could look like.

“You like it?”

“Yup, it’s amazing, thank you Spoiler… Though it’s heavier than I expected”

“Well, I don’t know what your first one was made out of but this is material I use, I found it the best balance between durability, weight and comfiness. Still, it’s quite dense and a bit heavy. Also, I added pockets because you can never have too many of them. Plus there are few glitter bombs inside. You know, ‘welcome to the team’ gifts,” Steph explained eagerly and judging by Dani’s smile, she loved her gifts. Duke would be a little worried on a Gotham crime’s behalf if it wasn’t well, crime and if he wasn’t all there to watch chaos these two would unfold from sidelines with bat-popcorn in hand (though it wasn’t really a thing yet, he would have to mention it to Tim or Jason). For now though, they really should continue on the patrol.

“Now that introductions are over, let’s get going. Crime never sleeps or something,” It was really weird to be the organized one. Before Dani showed up, on a day shift he was a sailor, a captain and a ship (or maybe Gotham was a ship-), We Are Robins days were chaos in purest form and shape and when he was called out for a night he usually was too tired to behave and was just additional mess to organize (on purpose, let him have his goddamn sleep, he wasn’t Tim).

“Okay,” Dani agreed cheerfully “There is a robbery at the greek diner we visited last Thursday. ‘s been going for five minutes or so,” she added unbothered.

“HOOPOE!”

“What?”

***

Spoiler jumped through the open window of the diner with a graceful roll, glitter bombs at hand. Hoopoe and Signal came inside right after her.

“Spoiler alert!” purple girl yelled, throwing two bombs at robbers heads and kicking third one in the ribs.

Dani decided  that she liked Spoiler right then and there as she threw her own brand new, orange(!) glitter bombs at remaining criminal.

***

Three of them were running through the city mostly uninterrupted after diner mishap. Steph tried to engage Dani in quip battle but younger girl for once wasn’t jumping on occasion. She kept close to Duke and his only reaction was smug smile in Spoiler’s direction. That’s what she got for trying to steal his sidekick.

“Oh!” Dani exclaimed delighted, stopping abruptly, a smile that spoke trouble gracing her face.

“No, we’re not busting Joker’s scheme by jumping into the meeting to beat them all up without proper back up, again, Hoopoe. They had guns, Hoopoe.”

“Wha- Wasn’t last time enough? Anyway, I heard there is fan meeting with Martian Manhunter in Los Angeles tomorrow,” Great, so no giving him heart attack right now. Thank God for that.

“Shame he won’t make it, huh?” Steph mussed “He is in Illinois right now, isn’t he? It would take him two days driving to even get there”

Dani’s expression looked thoughtful “It’s quite far”

“Yeah, around… 2,500 miles from here”

“Huh”

“What got you thinking kid?” she inquired, ruffling her hair.

“Not a kid and I thought- there is kidnapping at three!” Dani darted in that direction before finishing sentence. Duke jumped right after her slightly scared. She was not ready to handle stuff like that without back up and she would try if he let her run of like that.

********

Steph: I'm meeting my almost niece tomorrow what should I- *gives a gremlin child an ultimate weapon of chaos*

Sometime before this part:

Steph: So, how is your kid?

Duke: She is not my kid!

Duke: By the way, wanna see video I saved of her doing proper side kick for the first time?

Danielle "looks like 10 years old is 10 months max" Phantom: I am in fact much higher than most kids my age

Duke "whoever is feeding this tiny child does bad job at it" Thomas & Stephanie "it's just a lil baby" Brown: Yeah... sure...

Next part

"Tag list" (i haven't expected to ever make it)

@pickleking8

[manitapaleta]

Sorry I'm late, I had this clear vision once of Lark in this very specific blue and pink cat apron the reads "Coffee Right Meow" and he's baking and for whatever reason he's holding a knife. Do with that what you will

Sorry IM late answering this ask lol also I forgot abt the knife part lol sorryyyy

Slightly younger lark and sparrow with a baby norm !!! Now I wanna draw all the kids as babies

[fountainpenguin]

Things that happened in Martyn & Cleo Double Life canon:

Cleo hoping to find her soulmate and start a life with them

Cleo dumping Martyn without giving him a chance to explain his side of the story, but hearing him out when he comes to her later

Martyn watching Cleo through his spyglass and telling the audience she seems safe and happy even though he thinks it's weird she's outside at night

Martyn, after he's had time to consider how he wants to play this, spinning a story about trying to be a provider for her and Cleo explaining that she wanted him, not things

Cleo not being remotely impressed by the "I was providing" sob story, lol

Martyn calling Cleo selfish for choosing to be with Scott because she's supposed to be HIS soulmate and he wants a partner

Cleo willing to forgive Martyn if he meets them halfway

Martyn refusing to meet them halfway because he doesn't think he did anything wrong

Martyn screaming about how Cleo's building bridges with Scott but "When will she think about mending our bridges???"

Martyn explaining to Cleo that he doesn't understand why his Session 1 actions bothered them

Martyn centering his character arc and roleplay on trying to win Cleo back without actually apologizing

Cleo giving Martyn a flower and stating that if he loses it, she'll be real cross with him

Cleo chasing Martyn out of her yard because he tried to put an HOA sign on her base and she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't associated with them and their hate for his base (even though she does think his heart base is strange)

Martyn attacking Cleo after she said attacking is a form of affection to her

Cleo setting boundaries with Martyn and explaining what he can do to get her back

Cleo sighing when Scar set her up on a date with Martyn, but taking the chance to talk to him instead of walking out

Cleo genuinely wanting Martyn in her alliance

Martyn and Cleo giggling constantly when they chat

Scar asking if Martyn wanted him to play a romantic music disc for him and Cleo (and Martyn getting excited and saying yes)

Martyn offering to take Cleo's armor and weapons to the deep dark so he can enchant them and bring them back while she stays safe

Cleo gifting Martyn diamonds, expecting nothing in return but not wanting him to die from lack of a good sword

Martyn and Cleo forming a secret alliance that allows Cleo to live with Scott while being on good terms with Martyn

Martyn expressing frustration that Cleo wants to keep this alliance secret because he wants them to be public allies; Cleo softly shushes him when people approach and might overhear

Martyn telling Cleo that she's putting out a lot of mixed signals because she keeps reeling him in and then pushing him away, claiming he is very confused about where he stands with her

Martyn teasing Cleo by punching her off a cliff and accidentally killing her and feeling so bad about it that he apologizes profusely despite roleplaying as someone who refused to apologize for Session 1

Martyn and Cleo immediately threatening Bdubs together when he said hi to them while they were hanging out, sdkfj

Martyn genuinely apologizing to Pearl for dumping her after Session 1

Martyn hiding under Cleo's bed while she defends him from an enderman attack

Cleo offering to let Martyn move into her house after Etho and Joel grief his base; Martyn saying he might take her up on that

Cleo and Martyn agreeing to move out and base together at Box

Cleo trusting Martyn with the location and resources of her red life base

Martyn rushing to Cleo's aid in the deep dark and trying to turn everyone against him instead

Cleo responding to Martyn's panicked shouts for her to eat by opening her inventory to get food (and drowning because she forgot she was in water)

Cleo hanging back and letting Martyn attack Scott while she does nothing to stop him from doing so, implying as much as she likes Scott, she won't kill Martyn (and herself) for him (and/or she trusted Scott to handle himself even though he ran away while Martyn was shooting at him)

Things that did not happen:

Cleo unwilling to forgive Martyn or consider being his friend and partner

Martyn and Cleo hating each other

Thank you for coming to my TED Talk

[ominous-feychild]

✦ OC Questionnaire Tag 2✦

Following tag from @the-letterbox-archives!

Characters from Sun and Shadow: Freya, Crow, and Daleira Characters from the Arcane Rifts: Gene, Tazin, and Mislav Featuring tAR's children leveled up! They'll be answering at 15, 17, and 17 years old respectively!

Questions: - "What's your relationship with your family like?" - "Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?" - "Do you dream often? what about?" - "What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?" from @willtheweaver

"What's your relationship with your family like?"

Freya: Well... we don't even know if my dad's alive but... re-regardless, it was rough between us. He was never around, and I just... I missed him. I know it was his job, but I blamed him. It was just me in that house, you know? Like, I mean--sure! I chose that! But the only other choice was to live alone in the city instead, where I had to deal with people trying to suck up to me in order to get money or whatever! So neither was a good choice, yeah??? And--I don't know, okay? I... I hope he's actually alive like the others say. I guess... I'll probably apologize to him, alright? But that still sucked.

Crow: Oh, my father's great, yeah. ... What, you were expecting more of an answer? Daleira: Oh, I love my dad! 😊 ... not enough for you?... okay, fine. Um... it's difficult at times between us. He's busy taking care of Lynsmouth most of the time, so we hardly spend any time together. But, you know--I get that! It's a lot of work to uh--... do whatever it is he does? Honestly I'm not that sure, haha. 😅 But I'm sure it's a lot! So, you know, it's not a big deal that he doesn't spend a lot of time with me. I'm really appreciative of him finding me and taking me in to begin with, and I've really led a great life thanks to him, so! 😊

Gene: I... don't remember my family. Just like I don't remember anything else before I got here. But... (*looks away to think. Will not look in asker's direction again.*) I think Abi was my brother? Older--older brother. He... really helped me a lot. So in that case... good. But... thinking the word "family"... hurts.

Tazin: (*spoken through his teeth*) I don't have a family.

Mislav: (*fakest smile you can imagine and not even trying to hide it; voice falsetto*) Dead, thanks for asking!

Crow: Sike!!! Bet you thought I wasn't going to answer. 😘 How cruel of you to think so lowly of me!!! 😭

I wasn't kidding, my father's great, I love him. He taught me everything I know about--detective work and all, heh! We don't always see each other because he's usually working on cases, but he's given me everything I need to succeed in life and I'm thankful to him for that. So hopefully I'll make him proud on this case with Frey! 😉😊

(tragically, it is not a work I have created if someone's family life is good. But, omfg, until now, I didn't realize SaS was the story of goddamn DADDY ISSUES!!! 🤣🤣🤣)

"Do you have any hobbies? if so, what ones?"

Freya: Oh, um... dammit, I'm not going to get away with a lie, am I? (*Heavy, drawn-out sigh*) Okay, fine. I... like reading. I know this is really weird!!! But, uh, sometimes, while I'm inshore, I've found books in the water. Books! Perfectly fine! Little to no water damage most of the time! I don't know if Dad sent them to me somehow or what, but... most of the time, they're in other languages. Things that don't always line up with those I find in the library. But I've figured a few of them out over the years, and I think it's really fun!

Crow: Psh, nothing as boring as reading. (*Precariously leaning back against a bulging doorway. There's a creak and then--CRASH!!!*) SHIT-- (*Furiously opens the door. An endless pile of books comes falling out. Except... they're all related to their cases? Huh. Is their hobby... working?*) Yep. That's my hobby. Working. Tell my dad that, would ya? 😘 (Oh I think we see something deeper in the closet--) NO!!! DON'T YOU DARE-- (*we zoom in to see countless artistic collages made out of cut-outs from pictures in their books and magazines.*) ... (*Crow, face burning, melts into the shadows and hides in shame.* But??? That's a cool hobby??? WAIT, COME BACK, AZA--)

Daleira: Oh!!! I just love working with magical trinkets! You know, conduits--from gods, mortals, and discovered in the Faewildes! It's amazing figuring out how each of them work and trying to figure out if I can replicate them! Faer and I have gotten good at transferring magic between objects, but gods' conduits are especially hard to work with. Like, come on--can't they share some of their power with the rest of us??? :/

There's a few items from Soren we just can't figure out, though... and he wouldn't tell me where he got them! I mean, that would help immensely in trying to figure out how they work, but we've already broken a few of them and don't want to risk losing all of them! Especially since--... well. An-anyway-- 😅

I gave Freya one when we first met! She was showing clear signs of magical sickness, and I'd already figured out it was a magical restraint you could manipulate the strength of--which is amazing, you know??? So it would be awesome to figure out how it works! But-- (*continues rambling happily*)

Gene: Hobby?... (*Looks away. Will not look back.*) I... like to draw. It's useful. Maps. Nobody else is able to navigate around the sewers, but my maps... they stay right. Even though they change. So it's nice to draw... feel useful. And everyone likes me then. Not just Mislav and Tazin. If... Tazin does. I'm pretty sure he does. (*Shakes his head swiftly, then nods*) Right. He does. Sorry...

(*Anxiously picks at his hands, still avoiding looking anywhere near the asker*) And... I've always liked reading, I think. The real stuff. To learn. It took a while for me to learn Glavni, but I've been able to read by myself for a long time now. I enjoy it. (*Finally looks back to give asker a pained smile*)

Tazin: Does burning buildings count? 😉 No? Okay, fine. How about just plain-old casual arson? 😉 OH, COME ON, HOW COME THESE GUYS'-- (*continues screaming into the camera, but we cut to black*) (*We return to a moody Tazin pouting with his arms crossed... and surrounded in flames.*) Fine. I've always liked stupid stories. You know the ones--knight in shining armor, or the underdog rising up and saving the day--that stuff. And Gene's got me into his stupid fucking "learning" thing, alright? But that's all you're getting out of me, got it, you little-- {REDACTED FOR PROFANE LANGUAGE}

Mislav: Um... not really? I... guess anything that lets me spend more time with Gene? 😅😭

... I really liked it back when I was on the farm. But... it's gone now. And I don't think Adilzhan or Zhrizn would let me do anything like that again. And... (*looks away, voice going below a whisper*) I'm afraid to even try.

(BET YOU THOUGHT IT WAS GOING TO BE ALL HUMOROUS HERE, DIDN'T YOU!?!?! DIDN'T YOU!?!?! YOU FORGOT IT WAS MY!!! MY!!!! STUFF YOU WERE READING!!! *maniacal laugh.mp4*)

"Do you dream often? what about?"

Freya: I think I've had a lot of dreams in my life. Most of them, I've hated, but I... can't remember them honestly. Except... fear. Being afraid of them. So, heh, you know--nightmares. Normal stuff normal people deal with right? Especially kids, I've heard.

... but I've been remembering a bit more of them lately, since I... since I was in the shipwreck. (*Voice goes strained and breathy, like she's struggling to breathe*) And I... I think I'm in the water again. In--in the dreams. And there's something else there--

Crow: Ha, no. Do most people remember their dreams? (They're lying. They remember. Their dreams center around failure. Failure, and a desperation to prove themself.)

Daleira: Um... not really? We faeries aren't like you humans... our "dreams" are... different. Real. I try not to actually sleep because of that. I don't want anyone else getting stuck in them.

Gene: Not anymore. I used to. Usually... nightmares. Monsters and nature and things chasing me. I have a curse. When I sleep... my nightmares find me. I'll wake up surrounded in things. Once... it included the monster. (*He looks away and is silent for a long moment, remembering.*)

... thankfully I don't dream much anymore. The curse is still here, but it's kinder now. Better things come through.

Tazin: No, who's asking? >:/

When I do dream, it's weird stuff. Memories. Wishes. (*waves hand dismissively*) Normal stuff.

(Also lying. Sometimes has nightmares of the people he cares about abandoning him. Stabbing him in the back. Telling him things about himself he knows to be true, but doesn't want to admit. Telling himself to be better... when he knows he won't.)

Mislav: Yes. I remember the night I lost everything. And the ones who took it all from me. (*looks to Gene*)

... almost everything.

"What is the one thing you would not wish on your greatest adversary?"

Freya: To find themself alone. To lose the people they care about... or feel like those people don't care for them back.

Crow: A pointless end. If you have to die, you should die for something. Something meaningful. Something you care about.

Daleira: Whatever happens to what I eat. 😅 (She's not kidding--remember, she's not human.)

Gene: Starvation.

Tazin: ... to be alone. Or... for it to be their fault.

Mislav: What happened to me... what's happening to me.

I regret deciding to do all these characters...

Your questions: - What was the worst day of your life? - What's your worst nightmare? - If a monster asked you your worst nightmare, what would you tell it and why?

Tagging (with no pressure) @darkandstormydolls @yourpenpaldee @honeybewrites @fantasy-things-and-such @themboty @.the-letterbox-archives (avoiding double-tags) and whoever else wants to join!

Divider from @cafekitsune

[the-cookie-of-doom]

currently plagued with thoughts of BabyGayPanic!Kim doing some research re: all the smut. Because liking Chay is swiftly turning into liking Chay, and wondering what other things he might like. After burying himself in 4 different VPNs and a burner phone, and checking his security three times before finally locking himself up in his recording booth (later considers maybe he could have done this in his room? In bed? That would be more normal, right? Except the room is Soundproofed and Safe and he's so embarrassed he forgets to get horny about it)

He's not a stranger to porn, okay? He's watched it before. Infrequently, because he's spent too much of his life on camera not to be a very harsh critic, and it all rings very false for him. (He does like amateur videos when he bothers, though. The angles are never good, and the sound/lighting are usually worse, but it's real at least)

This is different, though. Because it's all men, and it's for research, and it's something he might actually do? someday? hopefully? with Chay?

And nope, he can't do this, absolutely not. exits right out of that tab before the dicks even come out because his brain just turns itself off.

next time he sees Chay, though... Kim can't stop thinking about kissing him, and touching him, and wanting him, more than he's ever wanted anyone else before. He's kissed women, sure, mostly for the sake of music videos, had a couple dates. But none of those times made him feel half of what he does just thinking about kissing Chay, and it's kind of overwhelming.

It's really overwhelming. So much so that he just. Does it. In the studio. Because Chay is telling him he likes Kim and it's so cute and sweet and Kim's heart is hammering in his chest, and he's been starting at Chay's mouth nonstop whenever they're together, but pretending like he wasn't, but Chay has to know, and now he's confessing, and Kim's heard a lot of confessions before but never like this, and. yeah. it's a lot. So Kim has to kiss him about it. Except he's terrified about what will happen to him if he actually kisses Chay, so he kisses his cheek instead, for the sake of his own sanity. (Chay doesn't return it. Kim really wishes he would, but the hug he gets is good, too, pressing Chay's whole body against his own, soft and warm and it makes Kim feel soft and warm and wow, can they stay like this forever, maybe? Obviously not, but maybe?)

[cookies-over-yonder]

an illusion of the mind

A bully suddenly targetting Riz and yanking him by the tie startles him a lot more than it should. And it's because he's choking.

inspired by i've made a mystery of myself by gczebos

ao3

Riz is walking through the hall with the Bad Kids when he suddenly bumps into another student. Not a common occurence, but considering his lack of sleep, it isn't too shocking.

What is shocking, is the pure voice of rage he hears as his tie is yanked forward and his throat constricts. "Watch where you're going, bitch!"

Riz shuts his eyes and sucks in a breath, feeling dizzy.

The air comes in short bursts, something sending pain through his chest and making him shake.

He tries to speak, but the grip on his neck gets tighter, and all that comes out is a choked whine.

There's more yelling. It sounds like his friends.

They're yelling for him, aren't they?

The grip gets even tighter—large, calloused hands squeezing, and squeezing until he can't breathe.

Riz has never been strong. He's never been strong, and he never will be strong, and he knows any attempt to pry the hands off from around his neck is fruitless, but he still tries. He tries, and he gasps for air, and cries out in little whines, and he can't breathe, he can't breathe, he can't breathe—

There's another hand on his shoulder, probably to pick him up and throw him before he's even dead.

And he's right, and when he feels himself lifted into the air, he braces for impact, continuing to fruitlessly gasp for air.

The hands squeeze their tightest around his neck, and this is it.

This is it.

He hears his name.

He hears his name and he digs his fingers further into the grip around his neck in a last attempt to pry himself free.

"Riz..."

It's faraway.

It doesn't sound like one of the Bad Kids, Riz thinks, continuing to choke and pry.

"...Jawbone," he hears.

Jawbone isn't on this adventure. He's back in Solace.

"Riz, it's me, Jawbone, your counsellor, can you hear me?"

Riz nods. Why is Jawbone here?

"Riz, it's me Jawbone. You're in Elmville, in my office at Aguefort Adventuring Academy."

No... this is another trick. Get them relaxed and then take them out when they're not expecting it.

"You're not in the Nightmare King Forest. You're not in danger. You're safe here."

It doesn't make sense. Not when he can feel himself actively choking to death.

"You're not choking, you're hyperventilating. You're in Elmville. You're not in danger. You're with Jawbone, your counsellor. You're safe here. Can you hear me?"

Riz nods again.

"Can you open your eyes?"

Riz opens his eyes, and he's all but blinded by the pink of Jawbone's salt lamp.

"Can you look around the room?"

Riz sees a desk, a waste bin, the door, his tie...

His tie?

Riz feels around his neck. His tie isn't there. It's on the floor.

"Your friends took that off for you," Jawbone says, and Riz sees his face.

Kind eyes.

"You're with me, and we're in Elmville, and you're safe. You're not in danger."

Riz nods, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

"We're gonna take some deep breaths, okay?"

Riz nods again.

"Alright, breathe in with me," Jawbone says, before taking in an exaggerated breath.

Riz tries his best to follow.

"And let it out," Jawbone says, doing a big sigh.

Riz sighs as well.

Jawbone breathes in again, and so does Riz, and he sighs, and so does Riz.

They do that a couple more times, and Riz isn't sure when it happened, but he's holding Boggy in his lap as they continue.

"You with me, kiddo?" Jawbone asks after a while.

"I—" Riz winces at the raspiness of his voice, and nods instead.

There's a bang against the door, and then:

"Kristen!"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm good, guys! Saved by the pull-up bar!"

"Shh! We're gonna disturb them! Also you're welcome for that by the way!"

"Guys, I'm sure he's alright. He's with Jawbone, it should be fine."

Riz looks at the door and then back to Jawbone.

"They're just worried about you," he says.

"Wha—what—what happened?" Riz asks, mentally cursing at the stutter, his gaze fixed on his tie.

"From what your friends told me, and from what I saw, I'd say you might have had a flashback."

"I—I—I..."

Riz keeps staring at his tie on the floor, and Jawbone picks it up and passes it to him.

He puts it on with trembling hands, keeping it loose. 

"How—how did..." Riz starts, looking down at Boggy, who's giving him a reassuring, adorable smile. "I was in the—the hallway..."

"Your friends brought you here," he says.

"Ri...right. Okay. I..."

Riz feels his ears and cheeks heat up, and he cups his face in his hands, knowing he's blushing hard.

And to make matters worse, he feels dried tears stuck to his cheeks. Surely he'd been sobbing in the middle of the hallway. This is gonna do wonders for every bully.

"It's nothing to be embarassed of, kiddo. You went through something traumatic, and that's serious."

Riz doesn't respond. Nor does he look up from his hands.

"I know you like to keep to yourself, but  I'll admit I'm getting to be a little concerned, and I want you to know we can work on this together if you're open to it. My door is always open for you, Riz."

Riz wants to go home.

He doesn't want to face the other Bad Kids. Not like this.

"Can—can you... can you call..."

Riz clears his throat. God, it's hard to talk.

"You want me to call your mom?"

"Uh-huh..." Riz whines, drawing his knees to his chest and burying his head in them. "I—I don't... I don't want to... I—I... Sorry. Sorry."

"It's okay, kiddo. It's all okay. I'm gonna call your mom, and we can excuse you from the rest of your classes for today."

"'M gonna—gonna—gonna miss my—my clubs..."

"That's okay, you hear me? Hey, can you plant your feet on the ground for me?"

Riz does so.

"Watch me, now," Jawbone says, and Riz looks up. He's got his feet on the ground too, mirroring Riz. He starts to slowly tap his thighs with his hands. Left, then right, then left, then right. "Can you try this with me? Just tap. Left, right, left, right."

Riz follows along, tapping each leg and gazing at his trembling hands.

"There you go. When you start feeling anxious, thinking about your trauma, I want you to start doing that. Just start tapping, left and right."

"O—okay..." Riz mumbles.

"Alright, you can stop for now, but I want you to keep that in your back pocket, okay?"

Riz nods, and gives Boggy a squeeze.

"I'm gonna step out and call your mom, alright?"

He nods again.

And Jawbone is gone.

Riz thinks he can hear a hushed conversation outside the door between the Bad Kids and Jawbone.

Riz looks down at his backpack beside his feet.

...

He crawls inside and zips it shut.

This way, he can just be carried to the car and no one will see him.

And while he's alone in this room, no one will hear him cry either.

So he does.

He cries, and he waits, and he cries some more.

And eventually, he hears a knock at the door, and he sucks in a breath.

"Riz, honey?" he hears from the other side.

Mom.

"I'm coming in," she says, and he hears the door open and shut behind her.

"Can you carry me out in here so my friends don't see me?" he asks, voice wobbly.

"Riz..."

He feels a hand on his back through the fabric of his backpack.

"It can't be comfortable in there, can it?"

"Please, Mom."

He feels her slide on the backpack and start to walk.

During the walk back to the car, he checks his crystal. It's almost blinding against the darkness of his bag.

There's a few texts from his friends in their group chat.

The Bad PhotosyntheKids

Fig: riz if anyone tries to bully you like that again we'll fuck them up

Gorgug: Fabian says we'll eliminate them

Fabian: ELIMINATE. IN ALL CAPS GORGUG!

Kristen: we'll always look out for you bro

And some private messages.

Fabian: The Ball, are you alright?

Fig: i think that asking if you're okay is probably a bad question but i'm not sure what else to say so i'm just gonna say let me know if there's anything i can do to help ok? love you man

Adaine: i know how embarassing it is to break down and panic in front of people and i just wanna say im here for u and it's not ur fault when ur brain gives u hell and i love u and i'm here for u always. i'm here if u want to talk or if u just want to not talk about anything and just hang out just in general i'm here. i feel like im rambling sorry i just want u to know i care about u so much and ur never alone ok?

Riz reacts to Fig and Adaine's messages each with a little heart. Adaine sends a close up picture of Boggy smiling after he sends the reaction, and he gives that a heart too.

"Riz, honey, it's time to get in the car," Sklonda says, unzipping his backpack.

Riz climbs out and slips into the passenger seat, bucking the seatbelt and staring at the ground.

Sklonda shuts the door beside him and travels to the other side.

"Jawbone didn't tell me much, you know," she says while she drives.

Riz whines.

"He said that you should consider meeting with him weekly. I think it's a good idea too."

Riz whines again and Sklonda sighs.

"We can talk about it another time, right now I just want you to rest, okay, baby?"

"Okay, Ma..." Riz mumbles, fiddling with his tie and running the soft fabric between his fingers.

Riz doesn't say much else as they park, go through the elevator, and get inside. Sklonda walks beside him the entire time, not touching him, which he appreciates.

He curls up in his parents bed—it's second nature, really, to lie down on Pok's side when he's feeling vulnerable.

Sklonda sits on the other side, and he grabs her hand to hold and shuts his eyes. She gives his hand a squeeze and slides his glasses off, and he hears her fold them and put them on her bedside table.

Riz shifts to wrap both his arms around one of hers and pull her closer, rubbing his forehead against her bicep.

She runs her fingers through his hair, and he yawns.

"I love you, honey."

"I luh you too," he mumbles back, and promptly drifts off to sleep.

[lazilybeinglassie]

One of the things about showing or talking about your AU is that you actually need to have something to show others so they can know what it is like.

That being said, I wanna try something. Let's have a poll!

[redrobin-detective]

I’ve been kind of brain dead for ideas lately but an old one that I was batting around the other day was, following Jack Drake’s death everyone was scrambling to figure out what to do with Tim. Bruce wanted to adopt him, Dana was going to take him when she was well enough, Dick probably threw his hat into the ring to give the kid options.

Now Tim has this grand scheme to circumvent all this by hiring an actor to portray a made-up uncle but he looks out at the city one night and is Tired. This city stole his peace, bits of his flesh, his friends and now his dad. Suddenly he doesn’t want to live there anymore. He makes a phone call and a few days later, he’s on a bus to Smallville to be fostered by Martha Kent.

Kon was a little surprised at the call but Martha didn’t hesitate to sign those papers. She’d seen the fallout of Tim when his mother died, if no one else would take care of Tim then she would. He arrives with a backpack full of clothes and a U-Haul of computer equipment which he sets up in the back guest room barely leaving room for a bed.

He goes to Smallville High with Conner, eats an early, homemade dinner by Ma who kisses his forehead before he Zetas back to Gotham for patrol. He’s still Robin, still fights and bleeds for Gotham. But he can’t live there, not right now. Bruce is doing his pouty hurt dad routine, Dick thinks he’s trying to make a move on Kon but really Tim is tired of the brutality of the city and wants some peace for once in his life. He Zetas back early in the morning, quietly knocks on Ma’s door so she knows he’s back and heads to bed.

His allergies give him hell in the country but he still insists on helping Kon with chores. Conner laughs at how badly he fumbles through livestock feeding and crop tending and starts working on ways to make it more efficient. He sleeps through class and spars out in the open fields and, when he’s feeling homesick, Kon will fly him real high and drop him and he can pretend like he’s just dived off a skyscraper. Martha reminds him to eat, to sleep, to wash behind his ears and stop looking at gruesome crime scene photos at the dinner table. Tim’s never had a happy, normal family situation. It unnerves him but it soothes him too as he works, really works, on some of his more self-destructive habits. For Ma’s sake. Martha knows this is only temporary, that Tim can’t, won’t, stay away from Gotham forever. But she drapes a blanket over his shoulder where he’s fallen asleep 5 minutes into a movie on the couch and brushes his hair out of his sleep deprived eyes. She loves Bruce like a second son but Tim is her baby now too and she’ll tear B to shreds if he doesn’t properly care for Tim when he returns.

Kon and Tim, who’d been kind of dancing around their feelings for years, are now in an equally strange dynamic of ‘are we brothers now? are you just a bud crashing indefinitely at my house? we come and go from Titans Tower together what does everyone THINK is happening???’ and settle for just doing nothing. They do stay up late on nights Tim isn’t in Gotham talking about bad tv shows and how lame school is and rocket ships and the latest supervillain scandal. As weird as the situation is, Tim looks happier and healthier than he has in ages. Plus it’s kinda rad to have a sleepover with your best friend every night. As far as he is concerned, Tim never has to step foot in Gotham again.

Clark comes back to the farm from a long space mission to find Batman’s latest sidekick typing up a storm typing on a computer with one hand and stirring soup with the other. “Sup,” Tim mumbles as he remains focused on both his tasks. “Sorry, guest room is mine now. I’d offer it up but it’s a pretty tight fit in there with all my gear.” And that’s how he found out his Mom may or may not have legally kidnapped Batman’s sorta maybe I guess not kid from under his nose and he’s Clark’s unofficial little brother. All he knows is Bruce is going to be a nightmare at the next League meeting.

[bangchansbackohmygod]

how do you think felix would sext

Excellent question!

Answer: like an absolute dork.

-Deeply anxious about catching you at a bad point or someone else seeing the texts, so he spends a loooong time using small talk to narrow down where you are, who you're with, what mood you're in, if you're about to do something important, etc etc etc

-Vague enough at first that you can't tell if he's being sweet or spicy, he's straddling that fine line between "I miss you :(" and "I really miss you"

-Gets so so so embarrassed, you gotta pick up on his vibes and take control of the situation or else he's gonna chicken out and start telling you about a fluffy dog he saw when he was out to dinner with Chan.

-If you can build up his confidence a bit though, assuring him that you wish he was there and you want to know exactly what he could do if he could reach out and touch you now, he'll remember his greatest weapon:

-the voice messages will start coming in.

-deep rumbling whispers of your name

-hushed recollections of his favorite memories of you, specifically of your soft skin and your sweet mouth

-long messages that throw you for a loop as he describes how his own touch isn't enough for him, only to pause when Han rushes in and babbles about a recent anime, and resume as soon as you hear the door shut with groans and whimpers that make it clear his patience is wearing thin

-At that point the texting stops and you're either going straight to facetime or ten minutes later you're receiving an absolutely scandalous video message

-spend as much time with him as you can, he cannot handle sexting

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Out of Context Spoilers for Spider's Web With Strings Attached Chapter 25

That's right! Chapter 25 will go up TOMORROW. Are y'all excited? I'm so excited. This 14k monster is a rollercoaster.

It's been a WHILE, so I recommend y'all catch up on Chapter 24, found HERE :D

Also, if you don't understand the references, slightly more context (I lied, absolutely no context I'm so sorry) can be found here (SNL 'yeet skirt') and here (Monkie Kid out of Context) at the 0:30 time stamp. You don't have to watch them but it'll be so much funnier if you do.

[random-tail]

Just Another Day.

This is a short story featuring @vacantfields Valentin and Chase. As well as my own oc Sora

PLEASE NOTE!

This is a PLATONIC interaction it is NOT a ship. I just want to make that clear after past experience with other fans of @vacantfields work.

Characters

Sora: she / they

Valentin: he / him

Chase: he / him

“Chase, I understand you want us to have… some common activity of interest. I very much doubt this is it.” An older eclipse model in a royal blue jacket holds up a skateboard made to hold his weight.

Chase turns around, his rays nearly flopping him in the face as he starts to walk backwards. He grins widely. “Aw come on Valentin. You'll never know till you try, you might really like it! Besides didn’t you perform balancing acts way back when?”

“Yes. But emphasis on ‘way back when’.” Valentin sighs as he carry the board under his arm.

Meanwhile Chase continues to walk backwards putting his arms behind his head. Continuing their way down the sidewalk in the city. “Well think of it like what people say about learning to ride a bike. You never forget-!?”

Just as Chase turns around to walk the correct way. He bumps into and topples over someone who emerged from the alley way. Causing both to crash down on to the concrete.

For a split second, Chases systems to a quick self diagnostic check and flashes a red sign. But just as quickly, he dismisses it as he scrambles to get up.

“Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?!”

Chase looks down to the individual he landed on top of in their fall. Their night cap and lack of rays revealing them to be a moon model with dark cold gray coloring. The shift themselves up to be on their hands and knees before giving Chase a quick, cold, glance. Causing the poor babysitter bot to freeze. They got to their feet and proceeded to dust themselves off. All while Chase hovered with his hands, idly, wanting to apologize and help. Yet also wanting to keep his distance from the cold look they gave him. Once they got themselves picked up, they grab a red tote they had dropped. Slinging it over their shoulder before turning to address Chase properly. Seeing them face to face, they had one optic closed, with the others pupil was barely visible.

Chase audibly gulps before rubbing the back of his neck. Ignoring the slight twitch in his wrist “I’m really sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.” He gives them a sheepish smile, but they simply stare at him. They then tilt their head and open their mouth to say something, but a flash in the open optic makes them freeze. Before snapping their head around to a different direction. They don’t even look back before taking off at a full sprint down the street

Chase blinks at the sudden departure before deflating a bit. “What.. just happened?”

Valentin then walks up beside him with an almost knowing look. “I am here if you need me Chase. Not everyone can handle being given the cold shoulder. Though I do suggest then next time you try to ‘sweep them off their feet'. That you don’t tackle them into the concrete.”

“WHAT!!? No! That wasn’t- I wasn’t- what!?” Chase fumbles his words as Valentin laughs at him and continues walking.

“Vaaaalll my brothers already torture me enough, don’t you do it too"

Chase whines, as he jogs to catch up to the taller bot as they continue their way to the park.

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An alarm go’s off in a dim room as Soras optic comes online from rest mode. They stare at the ceiling for a few seconds as their systems do a quick diagnostic check. She growns.

“84%? Mm… that’s 3% less then my last 5 hour charge.” They sigh as they sit up and unplug from their cord. “I really should ask for a new charger.” They get up from their makeshift bed which was an old cot they put to the side of their shop. After stretching, a habit she picked up from watching humans do it, Sora walks over to their sterilization box and got out her equipment for the day.

After prepping her emergency fist aid bag with all her tools. She sent a quick message to the hospital to report herself on duty. While leaving her building through a back ally door, she looked through her phone to see if she received any messages from her other patients while in rest mode. Only to heave a heavy sign when she sees that the local map bot Jeff was pushed over. Again. And needed his arm repaired.

Sending a quick message to the poor bot that they would work on meeting him later to get him fixed. They put their phone away and exit the allie, only to collide with someone who proceeds to loose their balance. Falling on top of her.

Laying on the concrete sidewalk, Sora did a quick diagnostic check on her systems. Checking that everything was functioning before tempting to move.

“Shoot, Shoot, Shoot! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?!”

She hears the frantic voice of someone of who she assumes fell on her. After seeing the only damage being an abrasion on her palm. They sit up and glance at the individual who seems to freeze up. Looking at him with a quick identifier scan, she saw he was a babysitter bot. But none she was acquainted with. Sora then proceeded to pick herself up and her bag as the odd bot watched them, looking fidgety. As they turned to confront and apologize to the babysitter bot, they noticed a twitch in his right wrist. Doing a quick scan they took note that he had jammed it’s socket back. Most likely after trying to brace himself when they fell. But he then put it behind his head

“I’m really sorry about that. I should have been looking where I was going.”

Sora stared at him before tilting their head. They were just as much at fault at not paying attention. They go to voice this when they suddenly received a red alert to a medical emergency. Snapping their head towards to the direction of the incident. They took off as they simultaneously mapped out the quickest route to the site. While putting a note in the back of their head to seek out the babysitter bot later to apologize.

Chase and Valentin make it to the park and it doesn’t take long for Valentin to master using the skate board. Yet after an hour he relinquish it to Chase who begins to show off for some of the kids that had gathered to watch the 2 animatronics. Chase even began teaching some of the kids some skateboard tricks while Valentin happily showed off some magic to littler ones.

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After a few hours Chase flopped onto the bench next to Valentin, letting his head hang back. Valentin looked at him. “Kids wear you out?” He chuckled

Chase stretched out his arms as he leaned forward. “nah, this is nothing compared to the quadruplets I baby sit every now and then.” He starts to rotate his wrist of which makes a noticeable clicking noise.

Valentin raises an eyebrow and puts down the small book he had brought with him to read. “quadruplets?”

Chase grabs his wrist and looks at it squinting. “Yep, Lenore, Annabelle, Bernice and Edgar. Grate kids, all of them each a little hectic in their own way though.” He flicks his hand.

Valentin tilts his head. “Oh really? How so?”

Chase looks at him before returning to fiddling with his wrist. “Oh well Lenore has this obsession with birds. Black birds to be specific, and loves to stop and feed them whenever she gets the chance. Annabelle is fascinated by the ocean and will watch the little mermaid on repeat for hours. Bernice is a bit of a germaphobe despite her age and after getting scared by her dentist about cavities she’s constantly brushing her teeth. To the point I literally have to hide her toothbrush. And then Edgar, he’s just quiet and it’s a little difficult to get him out of his shell. But he loves to read and write. Specially poems.” Chase then stiffens when he feels & hears something snap in his wrist.

Valentin blinks a few times. “wait…what-"

Valentin gets cut off by a sudden scream which had them both straighten and look. By one of the grinding rails sat a young boy with an older one, whom Chase was teaching earlier, kneeling beside him. The younger one was crying his eyes out as he sat on the ground and held his arm.

Chase quickly jumped up and ran over skidding onto his knee as he got to them. Doing a quick look over he takes note of the forming burse on the boys arm and his scraped knee.

“Hay there buddy. Looks like you took one nasty spill, you ok?” Chase asked calmly as he looked as the kid.

The boy sniffled and tried to wipe away his snot and tears as he shook his head no. The older boy grimaced.

“He did the trick wrong and fell. Landing on his arm on the rail before sliding on the concrete.”

Chase schooled his face to not grimaces as well. Knowing full well that such a landing could brake bones. Chase then hovers his hands over the kids arm.

“Alright then. How about we move away and get you to an urgent care-" he gose to gently cradle the boys arm.

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

Chase jolts and turns his head 180 towards the voice. Only for his optics to widen.

It was the animatronic from earlier.

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Sora groaned as she flops onto a bench in the city park. 6 calls, 1 of them a false alarm, and 4 her service was denied. First responder bots were still a new thing, so she wasn’t too surprised that many of the people were afraid of their help. Yet, knowing full well that they could of lessened the patients pain or prevented further damage, and still have the patient deny their assistance. Weighed on Sora incredibly.

Their first alert was a hit and run, with a woman showing signs of being concussed and a fractured hip from being clipped. She needed to stay elevated and needed to stay still. Yet when Sora arrived to offer their assistance. The woman was extremely animated in refusal to the point of even pushing Sora back despite her pain. Later they received a report saying the woman nearly slipped into unconsciousness from her head injury before the ambulance arrived.

Sora rubbed her face plate out of frustration, they could of helped if they were just allowed. What’s even the point anymore?

They then slipped their hand into their hat were they pull out a box of cigarettes. Because a human needed to be conscious to give consent for their assistance. Having artificial lungs for CPR had little use. So she put a cigarette into her mouth then searches for her lighter.

Just as they find it however, a scream catches their attention. Quickly snatching their bag, Sora jumps up and runs to the source of the scream.

They run to a skater section of the park and see a young boy crying on the ground with an older one trying to sooth him. From their pointed of similarities she could assume they were either brothers or cousins. Then judging from the way the boy was holding his arm, he fell on it.

Before Sora could close the distance to check on the boy. A flash of orange and blue blocks her, causing her to freeze when they recognized the floppy rays. The babysitter bot from earlier.

They watched as the babysitter bot talked calmly to the boy who seems to respond to well. But seeing the boy shake his head no, she assumed it means he was in pain. Quickly, they began to approach to hopefully assist.

However, their circuits flashed cold as they watch the babysitter bot reach out to the boy. “Alright then. How about we move away and get you to an urgent care-"

“DON’T TOUCH HIM!”

Sora suddenly blerts out causing the babysitter bot to spin his head around. They stared at each other till Sora began to approach.

“Don’t touch him. He could have a fracture and moving him without bracing it could make it worse.”

The babysitter bot tenses as she kneels next to him before looking at the boy. He looked scared and upset. Most likely wasn’t expecting to take such a fall. But with a quick scan she was relieved to conclude that he's only bruised. Not possessing enough body weight to land on his arm and rail to brake it let alone fracture it.

Sora smiled a little for the boy. “Hello, my name is Sora. I’m a medical bot, would you like some assistance?” she inwardly cringed at the automatic greeting she had to say to each patient. But kept her smile for the boys sake.

The boy sniffled then looked at the older boy, before they both nod. Giving Sora some relief.

“Alright, my scans show that lucky you didn’t fracture you arm.” She glances at the babysitter bot who seems to relax from that. “so how about we move to a bench?” Sora looks at the little boy before looking at the babysitter bot.

She watches as he smiles and picks up the boy gently before all 4 head to a bench. Sitting down, Sora starts to dig into their bag as the bot talks to the little kid.

“Do you know how it happened buddy?”

The boy sniffled. “I lost my balance?”

“Hmm in that case after your all patched up, why do I help you learn to balance better. Yeah?”

The boy lights up at this and nods. “Thank you Chase.”

Chase smiles at the boy before looking at Sora who finally gets out an ice pack and hands it to the boy for his arm. She then go back to rummaging through it before pulling out a cotton ball and stuff to clean his knee. Her gently smile then suddenly turns stern.

“Now. I have a very important question for you. And you Must, answer.” They look at the boy with a serious expression which makes both the boys and Chase gulp.

“What… kind of band aid?”

Sore flicks their hand out with 8 different colors and themed band aids in between her fingers. From glittery, to super hero’s and princess’s, Chase couldn’t help but smile as the boy lights up even more. He chose a bug themed band aid as Sora cleaned and patched his knee. Sending him on his way with his older sibling.

Sora and Chase wave goodbye till Sora turned to him. “Alright. Your turn.”

Chase looked at her “…what?”

Without much warning, Sora grabbed Chase by the arm and pulled him over to were Valentin had been watching. Once at the bench, she points to it. “Sit.” Chase dos as told before glancing at Valentin who looks at him with a quisitive stare. Sora then pulls out a box from their bag that had a similar cross like their medical bag. But it was blue with wrenches crossed instead. Opening it he sees a plethora of different tools used for animatronic repair.

“Did you not perform a self diagnostic check when we ran into each other earlier?” with out hesitation they kneel in front of Chase and took his hand.

Chase scratched his face plate with his free hand. “Well I did, it’s automatic but I was more worried about you so i-"

“Pushed away the error sign that would of told you that your wrist joint was damaged.” Sora states rather then ask as they cuts a look at him.

Chase deflates a bit “..yeah…heh"

Valentin pinches where the bridge of his nose would be and shakes his head.

Sora sighs as they move his hand palm up and picked up a plate remover. “Well I received no damage from our collision, just a simple abrasion on my palm. Can you isolate and turn off you sensory array to you arm please.” Chase nods and dose so. Sora then takes the tool to his plating and Pops it off gently revealing the inner workings of his wrist and arm.

Valentin narrows his eyes. “Parton me lille måne. But shouldn’t you ask first?”

Sora freezes then looks at Valentin with a straight face. “We are machines we have no rights and only kept functioning by human whims. If they see us as no longer usable they will scrap us in a heartbeat. I myself am damaged beyond cost to repair so I took a point to keep myself functioning so to not be tossed away. Also. If I were to ask permission to a, as humans put it, ‘fine tuned piece of machinery’ and that so called ‘machinery’ said yes. It would lead to both parties getting into trouble by our respected manufacturers. So I find it best not to ask and just do. Besides, most would rather except the free maintenance rather then try to sue a hospital of which owns me.”

Sora went back to working on Chases wrist as both bots stared.

Valentin then leaned back with a smile. “Point taken lille måne.”

Chase then thinks.” So… you’re a medical bot for humans AND animatronics?”

Sora doesn’t look away from their work on his wrist. “In a way yes. Iv repaired many bots in the city when their owners refuse to.” They switch tools quickly as Chase and Valentin watched.

“Surely there isn’t that many bots in disrepair?” Valentin questioned mostly to himself but the almost sad look Sora gives causes him to pause. “oh…”

Sora sighs as they tighten the joint back up. “unfortunately there is. Map bots and STAFF bots being the first on the chopping blocks to be melted down.” They snap Chases plating back into place. “Alright. Touch each finger to your thumb.” Chase dos so as they watch and nod. “rotate your wrist.” Once again he dos as asked, pleasantly surprised by how smooth his motions are now.

“Wow it feels way better then before. Thanks.” Chase stands as Sora dos, Valentin fallowing after as Sora puts their tools away.

“it’s no problem. Though next time don’t ignore your error messages. Just like a human fracture you could of made it worse by moving it.” Sora flings their bag over her shoulder.

Chase rubs the back of his head. “Heh yeah. Noted.” He then leans back as a slip of paper is presented to him from Sora.

“My contact information. If you have any other problems just call me.” He take the paper to notice there are 2. Sora looks to Valentin. “I can also see if I can repair those rays in you wish. But they look to be stable. If not to repair, just to clean to prevent erosion. If you want.” Chase smiles giving the second copy to Valentin whom bows his head a little. “I will keep that in mind lille måne.” He slips the paper into his chest pocket .

Sora nods then turns to leave, but Chase stops her. “Uh Hay. If not for a repair. Could we call you to, you know. Hang out?”

Sora took at him and thinks before giving a small smile “Sure.”

[daceydeath]

Hiatus Notice

Hello my loves, I am going on hiatus for a little while to try to get myself back into a good place. I've been having a lot more health issues lately and I can't keep up with writing and deal with them at the same time. I will still be floating around just not posting my own work.

But I will be back after I have rested with more smut, hopeless romantic fluffs and heartbreaking angsts.

Love you guys eternally and see you soon, DaceyDeath xxx

[best-knightmare]

for the sake of the poll, this is already automatically chopping off the “cookie” part of their name

rb for reach please I am curious and like funny polls

[the-cookie-of-doom]

KimChay still happens despite Kim sleeping with Porsche. As much as they care for each other, there are no deeper feelings. This isn’t a forever relationship. It’s sex in exchange for protection that morphs into fond companionship, but that’s as far as it ever gets. 

Chay is ~14/15 when Kim joins the family. Kim is ~18. This means that while Kim is acting out being rebellious and thinking he’s more mature than he is, Chay falls into the Annoying Little BrotherTM category. And he really… doesn’t leave that mental image Kim has of him until they’re both much older, and Kim realizes oh no, he’s hot. 

But until then! Some canon KimChay things happen, like the guitar tutoring! Kim doesn’t get the chance to become Wik in this AU, but he still has his love of music. It’s his primary coping mechanism for *gestures at everything*. He nearly cries when Porsche rewards him with a guitar a few months into their arrangement. Then at some point Chay catches him playing, likes what he hears, and pesters Kim into teaching him until he finally gives in. 

Chay is also a naughty little gremlin with a cute crush on his brother’s sex slave, and maybe kind of wondering if they’re like. Exclusive? Or if it’s more of a “Kim sold himself to the family, for anyone to use” kind of deal? And if maybe he has a chance? (He doesn’t. He’s too young, he’s been firmly little-brothered by Kim, and Porsche would kill him for trying. But a guy can dream, okay? It doesn’t help that he’s seen Kim in compromising positions way too many times not to fantasize about being the one to put him in those positions.) 

Anyway. There’s the context for this scene. 

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Chay is still turning his guitar while Kim idly strums on his own. He has a little monitor sitting on the table in front of them, flashing red and green lights to let him know when he gets it right. Kim hasn’t managed to teach him how to tune by ear yet. He hates the monitor; Kim vows to break Chay of that filthy habit eventually. 

“Who taught you how to play guitar, P’Kim?” Chay asks, in that sweet voice of his. He’s staring down at his guitar with a little furrow between his brows, carefully twisting the frets in miniscule increments. Kim’s getting frustrated just listening to it. He wants to tell the boy he’s at least two full turns off, and the glacial pace he’s taking is excruciating. 

“My brother,” Kim answers, and doesn’t say anything more, even when Chay gives a curious little hum. Of course, Chay is never one to exist in silence. 

“Do you ever miss him?”

Only when he let himself. 

“No.”

“Aow, really?” Kim nods once, tightening his grip on the neck of his guitar. He isn’t strumming anymore. “I don’t know what I would do if I left hia. I think I’d miss him so much I would die.”

“My brother and I weren’t close.” 

“You came here because of him, right? To protect him? You wouldn’t do that if you didn’t love him.” 

“You’re right, Kinn is the reason I’m here. Because of his stupid decisions. I don’t want to be here.” Kim fights to keep his voice even. He isn’t going to snap at Chay. He isn’t going to encourage this line of conversation, either. 

Chay stopped trying to tune his guitar.

“Do you hate it here?” 

Does he? 

Kim isn’t mistreated. Porsche has never once forced himself on him, and didn’t punish Kim when he killed three guards for attempting to. Porsche has held up his end of the bargain to shelter Kim from his father’s wrath. He never leaves the compound, but not because it’s forbidden; he has more freedom than he expected to, when he first offered himself to Porsche’s mercy. 

“No,” Kim eventually answers. He takes Chay’s guitar from him and begins to tune it. 

“Do you want to leave?”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go.” 

“But if you did, would you?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t thought about it.” Kim doesn’t see the point of perseverating over something that won’t happen. These are his circumstances. They aren’t going to change. It doesn’t matter what he would do if things were different, because they aren’t. 

Chay takes back his guitar, now tuned, and stares down at his hands on the strings. 

“I’m sorry, P’Kim,” he says, standing. “That sounds like a very sad way to live.” 

Kim watches Chay leave without another word. He feels like he should call the boy back. He doesn’t.