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[harrysfolklore]

charles leclerc simping over his girlfriend: a compilation

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON | charles smau | charles headcanon

PART TWO

No matter where Charles went or what he did, one thing was constant - he simply could not stop talking about his girlfriend.

He was utterly smitten, and it showed through his words and massive smile every time her name came up. Fans quickly noticed Charles' habit of gushing over YN in interviews, on social media, with reporters, and even during casual interactions.

It became such a phenomenon that Formula 1 super-fans began compiling clips of Charles being a total simp for his girl into viral videos.

The most popular one was called "Charles Leclerc simping over his girlfriend: a compilation, and the 15-minute long video compiled some of the most hilarious, heartwarming, and over-the-top examples of the F1 star's borderline obsession with his girlfriend.

It opened with a clip from Charles' interview on Sky Sports before the Monaco Grand Prix. The reporter asked how special it was racing at his home circuit.

"It's amazing driving here where I grew up," Charles said with a huge smile. "But honestly, the best part is having my girlfriend YN here supporting me, this is already such a special race but having her here just adds another layer to it."

"Could you say that you have a good luck charm with you today?" the reporter asked again.

"Definitely, she's always my good luck charm."

The next clip was from Charles and Carlos' music challenge for Ferrari's YouTube channel, they had to guess the song that was playing with just a three second snippet.

"As it was, Harry Styles!" Charles said and rang the small bell that was placed in the middle of them as soon as he heard the first second of the intro.

"You've been practicing," Carlos stated as he pointed at him raising an eyebrow.

"I love this song," Charles said to the camera, "My girlfriend is obsessed with it, she plays it every day."

"And you talk about her every day," Carlos teased, elbowing him.

"I do, I do."

The video moved to show Charles with some fans, he was getting his luggage after a flight and they approached him asking for a picture, one of them filming the whole interaction.

"Of course, no problem at all," Charles replied warmly with a small smile on his face.

As he posed for a picture with the group, Charles noticed that one of the fans was wearing a Taylor Swift shirt. His eyes lit up with recognition and a smile spread across his face.

"I see you're a Taylor Swift fan," Charles remarked, pointing to the shirt. "My girlfriend loves Taylor too. She's always playing her songs around the house and talking about her."

"Wow, that's so cool!" the fan's eyes widened in surprise, "What's her favorite song?" they asked.

"I think her favorite is 'Love Story," Charles chuckled, "She says it reminds her of us."

"That's such a classic! Your girlfriend has great taste," the fan said.

"Thank you, I'll let her know you said that."

The next clip was from Charles' interview promoting his new ice cream brand called LEC, a reporter had asked him how did he come up with the creative names for each flavor.

"It was a teamwork between me and my girlfriend, actually," he replied with a smile, "She played a huge part on this project, everyone knows I could't had come up with Vanillove and Pistachi-on on my own."

The video then cut to a clip from the F1 Grill the Grid challenge, where drivers were playing 'Never Have I Ever", when asked "Have you ever missed a flight?", Charles immediately knew his answer."

"I have, more than once," he said, quickly adding, "But it wasn't my fault, my girlfriend has this long morning routine that she refuses to skip, even though she looks beautiful no matter what."

The video also included footage of Charles during a press conference before the Australia Grand Prix, a reporter asked him about his pre-race rituals.

"Well, I have a few things I like to do before getting into the car," Charles began. "But one thing that's become a bit of a tradition is a phone call with my girlfriend. No matter where we are in the world, we always find time to talk before the race if she's not there."

"What do you two usually talk about?"

"Oh, just the usual stuff," Charles replied with a grin. "She gives me some last-minute words of encouragement, tells me to be safe, that sort of thing. It's nice to hear her voice before such a big moment."

A clip form Charles' 'One week in Los Angeles' was also included, he was playing around at the basketball course shirtless.

"No way!" he said after he missed the basket again, "This is making me look really bad, I need to impress my girl."

The camera panned to her for a moment, and Charles sent a wink her way.

"Are you impressed, love? he asked, throwing the ball and missing once again.

"Very, but not by your basketball skills."

The compilation went on and on, clip after clip of Charles finding any opportunity to mention his girlfriend and proclaim his love for her. From the most casual conversations to the highest-pressure interviews, he just could not help himself from gushing.

As the video ended, the caption displayed: "Get yourself a man who loves you like Charles loves YN."

[jeonsworld]

DINNER | jjk

masterlist

summary: dinner with jungkook turns into something else…

pairings: husband!jk x fem!reader, established relationship

genre: smut

word count: 1.1k

warnings: nsfw, smut, fluff, pet names (baby, sweetheart), neck kisses, fingering, spit kink, kissing, making out, tongue sucking (once), swearing, p in v, bigdick!jk, softdom!jk, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid), orgasms, cream pie, lmk if i missed any!

notes: requested by anonie, hope you like it! - har

the music was turned up way too loud.

you glanced back at jungkook from the sofa. his back was turned away from you.

he was in the kitchen cooking dinner.

you'd managed to tolerate the extremely loud music for a while now, but this was it. you'd had enough.

"kook!”

you shouted and as expected, he didn't hear you.

you didn’t bother trying again because the result would be the same.

you got up from the sofa and quickly walked into the kitchen.

you turned the music on the speaker down.

he noticed and immediately turned around,

"what are you doing?"

you pointed to the speaker,

"it's too loud."

he shook his head and reached over to the speaker to turn the music back up.

"no sweetheart."

"kook no..."

“shh.”

he said and kissed quickly you.

you turn the music back down again and jungkook groaned and then smiled.

he reached over to the speaker again but you pushed his hand away.

“baby.”

he tried to reach over again but you stopped him.

“stop it.”

“you stop it. it’s too loud.”

he rolled his eyes and focused his attention back to whatever it was that he was cooking.

"why don't you dance to it?"

he suggested, looking at you and smirking before turning back to the stove.

"you might actually enjoy it then."

you shake your head,

“i’ll enjoy it when it’s at an acceptable volume.”

he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"why are you not dancing?"

he asked you sighed,

"because.”

he waited for an answer,

“because…”

“because i don't want to."

you groaned and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"i just wanna relax."

you continued and he kissed your neck,

"dance baby, c'mon."

he released you from his grip and turned back to the stove.

you try to change the subject,

"make sure you don't burn that."

you point at the sauce that's in the pan.

"wanna try some?"

he asked, raising his eyebrow.

you folded your arms,

"only if it's good."

you said and he grinned,

"i'm making it so of course it's good."

you rolled your eyes and he opened the cutlery drawer next to him and took out a small spoon.

he dipped the teaspoon into whatever sauce he was making and held it in front of your mouth.

"open."

he said and you were about to put the spoon into your mouth but it was replaced with his spit.

you looked up at him unamused,

"wow."

he smirked,

"like it?"

you rolled your eyes and he chuckled.

"baby, go and dance."

you slowly rolled your hips against him,

“like this?”

he smiled,

"baby, stop.”

he nudged you,

“why don’t you want to dance?"

you tilt your head,

"i do... but just maybe horizontally in bed."

he snorted, feeling your hands wandering in between his thighs,

"babyyy,”

he groaned,

"if you do that then this will end up burnt."

he warned pointing at the stove but your hand continued to press against the growing bulge in his pants.

he closed his eyes and leaned his head back,

“stop.”

he whined and you narrowed your eyes,

"fine... your loss."

you smiled and walked away.

except you didn't actually walk away because he grabbed your arm and pulled you back into him.

"change of heart?"

you ask and he tried not to laugh.

"5 minutes. okay?"

he told you and you nodded.

he switched the stove off and put his hands under your thighs and picked you up, putting you onto the counter.

"what? here?"

you asked and he nodded,

"yes baby, can't wait any longer."

he kissed you slowly then pulled back,

"you tease me too much, you know that?"

he said and you laughed.

he spread your legs and dipped his right hand between your legs.

he took one finger and plunged it into your heat.

he slid it in and out of you a few times before adding a second finger, pumping them at a quicker pace.

even though the speed was still quite slow.

“kook enough,”

you looked at him and he knew what you wanted.

he smirked and removed his now wet fingers.

he tasted you, sucking them clean, which made you even more aroused and positioned himself between you.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face into him.

it didn't take long for him to slip inside you.

it was easy for him since you were literally dripping with your arousal.

he groaned when he sank his thick length into your wetness.

"fuckkk."

he whispered and started rocking his hips forwards and backwards into you, which resulted in wet sounds with each thrust.

"baby, i'm not gonna last long."

he groaned,

"yeah, me too."

you say, quite breathlessly.

that’s when you though it was a good thing that dinner wasn't going to take long since you would be finished in about 2 seconds.

you started to move your hips in time with his, lifting them slightly so he had better access.

"fucking hell."

he moaned and picked up the pace, pulling you closer into him so he could fuck himself deeper and deeper into you,

"koo..."

you managed to say,

"mhm?"

he moved his lips to your neck and he kissed you, gliding his tongue across it.

"i'm close-"

as soon as you said that, his thrusts became harder, into you with more force, pushing himself to the hilt.

you felt hot, your body went numb, your legs clamped around jungkook’s waist,

“i-“

you didn't manage to finish your sentence, it was too late.

besides, jungkook already knew. your legs tensed up and your eyes rolled back.

you moaned as you released yourself on his pulsing cock.

and that's what sent him over the edge. the feeling of you cumming around him, of how wet you were, your tight walls around him.

he came almost immediately after you did, he emptied himself into you, his warm cum filling your starved pussy.

“shit.”

he moaned, his head tilted back and his movements became sloppy and gradually stopped.

all that was heard was heavy breathing and the faint sound of music on the speakers.

jungkook rested his forehead on your shoulder, trying to catch his breath.

his chest was rising and falling over and over again but his breathing was become slightly less hard each time.

he then kissed up from your chest, to your neck, to your lips.

he moaned softly when you slid your tongue into his mouth.

he sucked on it before breaking the kiss.

he put his face in your neck and chuckled against you.

“we’re gonna be fucking for a lot longer than that tonight.”

and that’s exactly what happened.

THE END

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[smutoperator]

Tummy Perversions

Hanni Pham, Seol YoonA (Sullyoon) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, anal fingering, ass eating, belly bulge, creampie, cum licking, cum on body, cutie goes slutty, deepthroating, food play, gape, meaty pussy, midriff kink, navel poking, (lots of) oral sex, pearly gates, photoshoot, threesome, tummy licking

Word count: 4554.

Hanni is so cute that sometimes you feel bad about having impure thoughts about her. But her banging body is so hot, you can't help but take pictures of her tummy every time you perform a photoshoot with her.

As you just finished her photoshoot for Calvin Klein, you already wanted Hanni to shoot another one, so you approached her and booked the next session.

"Sure, I'll be there," Hanni says. A few days go by, and Hanni appears at your studio. You take pictures of her, but none are of her face. All you care about is her sexy, perfect tummy. And little does she know she's about to be joined by someone else that Saturday afternoon.

"Sorry for coming late; Music Core just ended, and I had to change clothes rather quickly," Sullyoon tells you. Just as you asked, she brought her Dankook University outfit that drove you crazy a couple days ago. "So, is the photoshoot theme today about colleges?" she asked you, seeing Hanni with her Korea University outfit from the day before.

"Way better," you told her. "And I gotta say, I'm disappointed you're showing so little of your iconic tummy, Yoona," you reply to her.

"Sure," Sullyoon repeats the move she did at the university festival performance, lowering her shorts so you can see more of her belly, with her navel popping out as she does it. "Better now?" she asks. "Definitely," you tell her. Every extra second you spend looking at her reminds you of how beautiful she is from head to toe. She reminds you of all the top visuals you worked with in the past: YoonA, Sana, and Tzuyu, all in one.

"You're such a beauty; are you ready to take some nice pictures?" you ask Sullyoon. "Yes," she enthusiastically answers. "I don't have any assistants today, so I'll have to do it all by myself. Also, girls, you look so hot today," you tell both of them. "I'll go get some food for you before we start," you continue.

You bring the food, but it confuses the girls at first. One bowl of ice cream and one of chocolate syrup. But soon, they will find out what this photoshoot is going to be about. You pour the ice cream into Sullyoon's belly and the chocolate syrup into Hanni's. The girls get shocked as the hot and cold food hits their tummies, but soon that gets replaced by a tingling feeling that sends shivers down the spine as you make your first moves.

You start licking the chocolate syrup from Hanni's cute belly. She can't help but find it weird, but soon starts enjoying that tongue sweeping all over that belly. Sullyoon wants a piece of it too, bringing her tummy close to you so you can lick the ice cream from it. You then back off and take some pictures of the girls with their tummies still covered with food before resuming licking them.

"I want to see your sexy tummies and legs," you tell them. "Show me," you continue. Hanni gets a little hesitant, but Sullyoon enjoys the attention. You have worked with too many JYP girls not to know them at this point. They always show their cute smiles in public but are huge sluts behind closed doors. And Sullyoon is no different.

"Don't be shy, Hanni; show her you can be a tummy queen too," you tell her as you focus on taking pictures of Sullyoon between some more licking of their perfect tummies. You would have never guessed you would develop such a midriff kink, but theirs were just too hard to resist.

You clean their tummies from the food you poured on them and take more pictures of their hot bodies, starting with Hanni. The once shy girl quickly starts to change as she strikes bolder poses with your camera each time, turning around for you to take pictures of her ass as well. "Wow, that's so good," you tell her in between some flashes as she starts sticking her tongue out for the pictures you take of her. "Perfect," you tell Hanni as you start capturing close-ups of her belly and tits. "You look so hot today, little Hanni Pham," you continue. Great shots.

Sullyoon takes her turn next. The months of MCing at Music Core have turned her into a natural in front of the cameras. She always knows where to spot them. You just can't find any flaws in her: from the perfect face to the toned tummy to her protounding pussy that can barely hide under her panties, Sullyoon's deer-esque visuals are those of a goddess.

You take more close-ups of Sullyoon, focusing on her killing trio: face, tummy, and pussy. She enjoys every second of the attention you give her. But you still haven't got a picture of one of her finest assets yet.

"Can you turn around, please?" you ask Sullyoon. She does it with ease, showing you her plump ass for the first time. Looking at it, sometimes you wonder if JYP just creates their visuals in a lab and Sullyoon is their finest creation yet.

"Look how cute you look in the camera." You show your latest picture to Sullyoon, who gives you a big smile. "Come here, Hanni, join her," you tell the Newjeans girl. "Otherwise, I'm going to take pictures of this beautiful goddess all alone forever," you continue.

Hanni joins Sullyoon as she hugs the Nmixx girl from behind. "Grab her assets," you tell the cutie as she rests her hand on Sullyoon's bra and panties. "I knew you could be a slut too, little Hanni," you praise her. "I know it's cute, but I don't want you girls to smile now; just give me the naughtiest looks you can," you tell both as your camera keeps capturing them.

"Holy shit, their tummies are so beautiful," you say as Hanni runs her hand over Sullyoon's belly, but she still keeps her navel visible for you to drool over it. Meanwhile, Sullyoon bends over a little, rubbing her big ass against Hanni's crotch. The girls keep running their hands on the beautiful bodies, but Sullyoon is truly stealing the show. Even the innocent Hanni can't help herself as she runs her hands all over Yoona's hot body and even starts touching her pussy.

Sullyoon quickly gets sandwiched between you and Hanni, as the Newjeans girl pulls Sullyoon's bra down and flashes her tits. You kiss her multiple times, in awe of her beautiful face, but also go down to poke her navel while doing so, making Sullyoon blush. The girls know what to do as Sullyoon removes your shirt while Hanni tries to pull your pants down. You slow them down a bit, but the girls quickly take charge.

As Hanni fully removes Sullyoon's top, you kiss her cute nipples while massaging her belly. Her and Hanni reach towards your pants and slowly pull them down, laughing while doing so. Hanni is the first to grab your bulging erection, while Sullyoon gives you a naughty smile as Hanni kisses her. Hanni is already twisting your cock in anticipation. In the end, she's just like Sullyoon—cute from the outside but another slut behind closed doors.

You groan as the girls massage your man meat hard. Hanni takes the shaft while Sullyoon goes straight for your balls before going down to suck it. Damn, what a perfect view that face stuffed with a big cock is. Sullyoon stares at you as she gently blows your pipe, while you turn your attention to poking Hanni's navel and then move up to suck her tits as she also takes her bra off.

Down low, Sullyoon increases the speed of her blowjob. You didn't know she could suck cock this good. But you should, because after fucking them countless times, you should've known already that JYP girls have great blowjob skills, and Sullyoon is no different, as she licked your shaft from top to bottom.

Hanni wanted a taste of it for herself, taking your dick in her mouth as Sullyoon licked your balls. You could tell she was still learning how to suck cock, but you enjoyed her eagerness to do so, taking a seat in one of the chairs as you pushed your shaft deeper into her throat.

After a while, Hanni gagged on your meat while you and Sullyoon were kissing each other, and you ran your hands over her hot body while Hanni kept sucking you off. "Oh damn," you exclaimed as the little cutie put some extra heat on your cock, deepthroating it to the max, with you dunking her head so she could take it balls deep in her mouth.

Sullyoon got down and enjoyed the sloppy mess Hanni had left on your cock, bobbing her head down in full speed against it. Once Hanni took it back, she added further slopiness and pulled your underwear down, leaving you fully naked as you traded more kisses with Sullyoon and admired her beautiful face while pounding Hanni's cute, fuckable face.

Hanni laid on the chair as Sullyoon dove down to like her pussy and tummy. As the Nmixx girl enjoyed the hotness of Hanni's lower body, you kept filling her face full of your cock, harder and harder. "Oh yes, baby, choke on that dick," you tell her as Hanni moans with the tonguing Sullyoon applies to her pussy.

You sit on top of Hanni's body, rubbing your tip against her navel and your shaft against her belly. Sullyoon quickly jumps in, sliding her face between Hanni's legs to taste your cock.

"Come here," you ask Hanni, who gets up the chair even with Sullyoon licking her pussy. Her thong is already pushed to the side as you run your hands into her ass. It turns out her mouth is the perfect cocksleeve, as she gets on her knees again and takes your cock deep once again. "OH WOW!" you groan as Hanni wraps her warm mouth around your cock. "Can you match her?" you ask Sullyoon.

Sullyoon dives so intensely against your cock that you're forced to pull out after just a couple seconds. "WOW! WOW!" is all you can scream as Sullyoon shows why she is on her way to be the next JYP blowjob master and follow in the footsteps of the likes of Nayeon and Ryujin.

Knowing their deep sucking will kill you early, you just decide to slide your cock between their lips, thursting up their cute faces as the side of your shaft rubs against their mouths. But Sullyoon wants it all, throating your cock to the fullest. "If you get a chance, take all of it," she reminds herself of the words of her teaching unnies.

Sullyoon bobs her head hard on your dick, making you scream in awe. "Are you crazy or something?" you ask her. "I just love a big cock; I can't wait to have it bulging under my tummy," she replies to you.

"Such a greedy slut," you tell her. "If you want it so much, then bend over," you say to Sullyoon, who obliges. With the help of Hanni, her panties are quickly gone, giving you a perfect view of Sullyoon's splendorous ass with nothing on. For the first time, you could take a glimpse of Sullyoon's bare fuckholes, going straight for her tiny and tight anus while her meaty cunt just waited down under.

Hanni couldn't resist and took first dib's on Sullyoon's protruding pussy lips while you rested your head on her fat ass and kept licking her butthole and then spread her cheeks to give Hanni easier access to her holes. You licked Sullyoon's ring as if it were her second navel, poking it with your hand shortly after. The way she moaned was beautiful, like a squealing, horny deer.

You let Hanni take sole control of Sullyoon's tight holes, jerking off as the Newjeans girl buried her face under Sullyoon's big ass. But you quickly ended her fun. It turns out that just looking at Sullyoon makes you even hornier. You have to fuck her asap.

You push Hanni to the side and place your fingers on Sullyoon's meaty slit. Her already ultra-wet core impresses you, who teases her by rubbing your cock against her big butt. At first, you didn't know which hole you were going to pick, but seeing Sullyoon's pussy almost begging to be stuffed made it an easy choice.

Sullyoon got on her knees on the makeup table, facing a huge mirror where you could see every expression her beautiful face was going to make when getting pounded. You teased her by putting your tip in and out of her pussy, already making her moan, before attacking her meaty core. Her already large pussy lips throbbed even further as you stuck your cock deep in her cunt, making her extra sensitive to each thrust you gave her.

After a slow start, you couldn't help but attack this throbbing cunt to the fullest, pounding Sullyoon nonstop as you grabbed her ass hard for a firm grip and slapped your balls full speed against her entrance. The beautiful goddess quickly turned into a moaning mess. Despite the wetness of her core, she was extremely tight, even tighter than some virgin pussies you had fucked before, as her walls quickly enveloped your cock and let no air get inside her pussy.

Sullyoon tried to kiss Hanni to distract herself from the pounding you were giving her, but the Newjeans girl left her hanging. "AHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH!" the deer beauty screamed as your cock shaped her insides and hit her cervix. You grabbed her slim waist and ran your hands over her tummy, poking fun of her. "Is it bulging under there?" you ask her. "YES, DADDY, AHHHHHH," she screams as you show no mercy and destroy her meaty cunt.

As Hanni and Sullyoon line up side by side, you take turns spanking their beautiful asses. Sullyoon's childish moans are driving you insane as you pound her even harder. Noticing how wet the Nmixx girl pussy is, Hanni rests her head on Sullyoon's fat ass, ready to get rewarded with a taste of Sullyoon's juices right out of your cock, which you happily feed to her.

You take turns shoving your cock between Hanni's mouth and Sullyoon's cunt before going back to focus on the latter once again. You're completely addicted to her pussy. You've never fucked one this good before: young, tight, and wet—the perfect mix. Her moans make you go feral as you stretch Sullyoon to the fullest, shoving every single inch of your cock into her core. Hanni licks Sullyoon's tummy right where your cock is bulging under it, as you keep destroying her snatch and show no signs of slowing down.

"Fuck, that's such a good pussy," you say to Sullyoon as the obliteration of her poon keeps going. Hanni now kisses her, trying to muffle her moans, but the barrage of fast and deep thrusts is just too much for Sullyoon to handle, as you make her cum rather easily. "Come here, baby," you order Hanni, who quickly dives to taste all of Sullyoon's wetness that's left on your cock.

Lubed up by Hanni's mouth, you start another round of pounding Sullyoon's cunt. She's truly got a magic box—the perfect fuckhole. JYP should allow a fleshlight to be made out of it, because it's truly amazing. At those times, you're glad you're so accustomed to JYP starlets and their tight pussies you fucked multiple times after countless photoshoots, because if you weren't, you would have already filled it to the brim.

"You're such a good girl; taste that pussy; you deserve it," you say as you pull out of Sullyoon's warm hole. She happily obliges, savoring your cock while you reach under Hanni's own cunt and start fingering it. "Hope this is just as good," you tell her, getting Hanni wet as she moans thanks to your magical hands all over her folds.

You spread Hanni's cheeks open, eating her asshole while Sullyoon stays tasting your cock. The cute Vietnamese girl moans hard as you play with her holes nonstop, spreading her pussy wide open. You really enjoy licking any girl's tiny round hole; it could be either her navel or her anus, but you are always enthusiastic about it.

"Lube that cock," you tell Sullyoon down low. "Spread that ass," you say, giving the command to Hanni up top. The oral fuckfest continues, as you can't get your mouth off Hanni's asshole and Sullyoon can't get her mouth off your cock before you invite her to do Hanni what you did to her before.

"Lick that pussy," you order to Sullyoon as both of you team up on Hanni's fuckholes, kissing each other while eating the cute Newjeans girl out. "You're so beautiful," you tell Sullyoon as you get even naughtier, shoving your middle finger up Hanni's asshole unceremoniously.

"You prepared her pussy well," you tell Sullyoon. "I think it's finally time to sit it on my cock," you say, laying on the studio's floor as Hanni gets on top of you. Sullyoon follows suit, knowing how addicted you got to her pussy, sitting her fat ass straight into your face so you can taste the mix of flavors inside the cunt you had just pounded to oblivion moments ago.

Hanni jumps on your cock and starts riding it as hard as she can. Noticing her enthusiasm, Sullyoon leaves you hanging and starts pushing Hanni faster down your cock while lining up to poke and eat her ass as well. Jump to taste your cock as soon as you slip out of Hanni's pussy for the first time.

As Sullyoon entertains herself with your cock, refusing to give it back to Hanni, you entertain the cutie with more fingering up her ass, perhaps a tease of future moves; who knows? "Slip it back in," you order to a selfish Sullyoon, who obliges even if a little upset. As soon as you get back in, Hanni gets even more insane, smashing your cock full speed and letting her cheeks hit Sullyoon's cute face as the Nmixx girl dives to lick your balls.

"OHHHH FUCKKKK," this time it's you screaming. Hanni and Sullyoon prove to be the perfect team of cute sluts, worshipping your cock like the pair of crazy whores they are. Hanni's cheeks clap even harder against your balls, and her walls close hard against your cock. You kiss Sullyoon to distract yourself, but she keeps massaging your balls as Hanni stays riding you for a few minutes.

As soon as Hanni stops, Sullyoon grabs your pole to clean it completely of Hanni's juices. The Pham girl stays on your lap as you suck her tits while your left hand pokes her navel and your right hand fists her butthole.

Not wanting to get outdone, Sullyoon pushes Hanni to the site and sits her fat ass right on your lap, impaling herself on your big cock. "You're so fucking tight," you tell her as your cock struggles to get in her tiny butthole. You lift one of Sullyoon's long legs, pushing up her ass and making her scream. Hanni senses an opportunity and licks Sullyoon's wide, open pussy. "Now I get why he likes it so much," she thinks.

Sullyoon starts bouncing her big ass on your fat cock while Hanni stays eating her meaty cunt. Her butt hitting your hips is just insane, jiggling hard every time she goes down that man meat. Sullyoon kisses you and lies down, giving you an opportunity to pound her in a pearly gates position. Her pussy might be heaven on earth, but her asshole was hella tight too.

"Lick her cunt," you ordered to Hanni as Sullyoon bounced her ass against your cock while you sat on your studio chair. The moans coming out of the Nmixx girl's mouth were as sexy as her high notes during that festival performance. Hanni, on the other hand, was feasting, taking a full-course meal into Sullyoon's lower body and licking not only her pussy but also her perfect tummy and sexy legs, getting Yoona even closer to another orgasm.

Sullyoon got some relief when your cock slid out of her ass. "Hanni, put it back on," you ordered, but just like Sullyoon was to her before, Hanni was selfish and took the opportunity to enjoy the taste of Sullyoon's butthole, ignoring your orders for a bit. You reached under and spread Sullyoon's pussy for Hanni to eat as soon as she slid your cock back inside Yoona's butt, giving her another pearly gates pounding, sensing it was her preferred position.

Hanni kissed Sullyoon's long legs a few times as you put Yoona's back fully on top of your torso and kept pounding her. Hanni then dove down and started licking your shaft as you pumped into and out of Sullyoon's ass. "Does it taste good, little Hanni?" you asked her. The way she licked your cock was enough for you to get the answer. Sullyoon's asshole got eviscerated until it was sore, with Hanni providing perfect help to keep your shaft throbbing at all moments as you pushed it up Sullyoon's butt nonstop until she came.

Hanni spread Sullyoon's pussy as she lined herself up to taste the juices Sullyoon was squirting out during her orgasm. Sullyoon cumming only made you push harder, as you now placed your finger in her clit and gifted Hanni with more juices each time you thursted up Yoona's sore ass.

"Slut likes it up in the ass, right?" you tell Sullyoon. "Yes, daddy, I li...AHHHHHHH," she can't complete the sentence; her legs close and smash Hanni's face. Her butt gets completely destroyed as you make sure Sullyoon will be practicing in pain over the course of the next week, punishing her for being such a beautiful goddess with amazingly tight fuckholes.

"Come here, taste that ass," you say as soon as you're done fucking Sullyoon. Still trying to recover from the pounding you gave her, the deer beauty kneels down and enjoys the taste of her beautiful big butt, with Hanni joining in to more ball licking.

"It's your turn next," you tell Hanni, putting them on her knees in the chair and spanking her butt. "Open her ass for me," you tell Sullyoon, who does exactly as you want it. Hanni's gaping butthole winks as it waits for your huge cock. You spit on it and tease it with your tip just a couple times before shoving it deep inside her butt.

Fucking Hanni's ass while looking at Sullyoon's pretty face feels like heaven. It doesn't take long before Hanni is completely stretched out, with huge gapes popping out of her butthole every time you give it a little room to breathe. Hanni is even easier to break than Sullyoon, with all the gaping, ass eating, and fisting you had already given her.

"AHHHHH. AHHHHH. AHHHHHH. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK," Hanni screams as you gape her asshole to the size of the moon. She struggles as your thick cock hits it hard and deep, even with Sullyoon helping spread her cheeks. You fuck Sullyoon's face in between thusts inside Hanni, getting the best of both worlds. "Oh, this is so good," you tell them while thursting their pair of holes. Sullyoon pushes Hanni's ass against your cock while you kiss her. "She's getting adjusted to it," she tells you.

"Is she?" you say, pumping Hanni's butt with full force. "It doesn't look like she is," you laugh as you do to Hanni's ass exactly the same you did to Sullyoon's. "Her comeback is soon, right? I want to see this little cutie dancing with a sore ass," you say.

"Open your ass, baby," you order Hanni, plowing her nonstop. Sullyoon now licks your navel, and you love that she is into the same kink that brought her to you in the first place.

After you pull out of Hanni's butt and let her clean your cock off the juices of her ass, you tease Sullyoon by rubbing your cock against her navel. "Wanna see it bulging under it?" you ask her. "Yes, daddy," she replies. "Then lay down on this chair," you order her.

Sullyoon lays on the chair as you put your cock back in her pussy for a second round, determined to keep going until you cum. "AHHHHHH FUCKKKKK, OHHHHH, GODDDDDD," she's screaming after just a couple thursts. You give her throbbing cunt no mercy, as things get even better when you notice your ass is bumping against Hanni's legs with her behind you, making you go even harder.

Sullyoon gets completely manhandled as you watch your anaconda bulge under her sexy midriff. You kiss her, trying to muffle some of her screams, but it's futile. "AHHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. AHHHHHH." She keeps yelling at your face. The more she screams, the more you anticipate cumming in her. She lifts her legs as her throbbing walls now make her feel like she's getting stabbed by a massive sword at each thurst you give her. Yoona's eyes roll as she tries to cope with the hard pounding in her pussy.

You give Sullyoon a little time to breathe as you let Hanni, now on her knees, taste her pussy from your cock. "Help me finish on her; warm her up," you tell the Newjeans girl. Hanni dives and eats Sullyoon's throbbing pussy while you feed your cock into the Nmixx girl's mouth, fucking her face hard one last time. "Let me fuck her," you say as Hanni moves to the side, but not without licking Sullyoon's midriff again. 

You go so fast, deep, and hard on Sullyoon's pussy you don't even manage to last for a minute. Her clenching tight walls make you paint them white quickly, but you manage to pull out after a couple loads just in time to shoot the rest all over her beautiful body, hitting the first one in her face and the rest all over her sexy midriff, with the final one filling her navel. Hanni comes in and licks the cum canvas you left on Sullyoon's tummy, in a very reminiscent way to the one you did earlier to the ice cream you poured in her belly, with you picking up your camera just in time to take pictures of her doing it.

"That's all I have for today, you cute sluts; you two milked me dry," you tell both girls, poking their navels one final time with your already flaccid cock. "I crown you, Hanni Pham, the tummy princess, and you, Seol YoonA, the tummy queen of K-pop," you tell them. "I hope you girls can bring your friends to me for another threesome like this."

"Sure," Hanni says. "I can bring Yunjin or a groupmate of mine," she continues. "Me too," Sullyoon says. "My groupmates or my best friend Isa, she's got some great thighs," she continues.

"I can't wait for the next time," you tell them, kissing both girls as they dress themselves up and return to their cute facades.

"Hope we see you soon too, Daddy," they finish as they leave the room.

[dontsh0vethesun]

misunderstandings

part five of home for christmas

natasha romanoff x reader

The hallmark movie inspired Christmas story that nobody asked for.

Natasha Romanoff fell out of love with Christmas, but perhaps a certain someone could help her find the festive magic once again.

Coming home to her small hometown from her life in New York City, the children’s author is reunited with the people of her past; some are happier to see her than others.

But, will rekindled relationships inspire the Christmas story she’s struggling to write? Or will she go home empty handed?

these gays are dumb, glimpses of the past, idiots in love, they’re actually just so stupid, christmas, probably too much dialogue

a/n- ik it’s not christmas anymore but there’s only one more part!! also my christmas was dookie so i’m letting myself take ages on this <3

part one | part two | part three | part four | part six

wc: 3.6k

“I heard there’s an update on the Natasha situation,” Sam smiled, his grin was mischievous and you almost wish you weren’t so attuned to his compulsion to stick his nose into business that’s not his.

“Where’d you hear that?” you answered, directing a pointed look in Wanda’s direction whilst she worked on a coffee order.

“Don’t look at me,” she defended, raising her hands in surrender.

“I’m an intuitive guy,” Sam smirked in return. “I don’t need anyone to tell me, the weird look all over your face is all I need.”

“You need to be this invested in your own life,” you groaned. “Where’s James these days, huh?”

“I’m not falling for that trap,” Sam laughed. “What happened? What’re your feelings? Please tell me,” the man practically begged.

“Fine,” you conceded with a sigh, leaning against the counter whilst there was no line of customers needing your attention. “We bumped into her at the fair last night, that’s all.”

Your dismissive shrug on the topic was not enough to appease him, however, and the faux scowl he addressed you with was enough to let you know that he was aware of your downplaying of the situation.

“Alright, fine,” you groaned with a roll of your eyes. “We talked a little and I’m still confused,” you surmised.

“That’s it?”

“That’s it.”

“Did she apologise? Are there…butterflies? Give me something,” Sam pleaded. “I need to know whether to give her cookies laced with laxatives or not.”

You laughed at his seriousness - it may have happened a couple of times during high school but you all took an oath of secrecy.

“She didn’t apologise,” you frowned, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible lest you allow your apprehension on the topic to swallow you whole. “She seems different though. I want her, so badly, to be different. But maybe I’m stupid to hope for something - maybe we really just aren’t a good match.”

Sam’s eyes were soft and comforting, his lips parted to speak before another voice piped up opposite you. Kamala had arrived for her daily hot chocolate - extra whipped cream and marshmallows, of course. She takes the promise of free drinks for friends very liberally.

“As someone who’s been trying their hardest to be neutral,” she started. “You did look cute together last night - and the way she looks at you - God, it’s like a real-life rom-com. Kind of gross, actually,” she rambled on. “By the way, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

“You weren’t?” You smirked, eyebrow twitching in question.

“No,” Kamala quickly replied with a shake of her head. “It was just, uh, intuition.”

“Wow, you might have a superpower there, Mala,” you scoffed laughingly.

“Really though, it definitely seemed like there was something there - on both sides.”

“I dunno,” you sighed with an exasperated shake of your head, cheeks flooding with heat at the three pairs of eyes witnessing your bashful feelings towards a certain redhead. Whether you hide it or not, all of your closest friends have developed a certain sense of reading between the lines painfully well. After all of these years, you suppose it’s merely a trait of a strongly entwined bond. It doesn’t make it any less annoying, though.

“At the risk of forcing you into a ‘mushy and embarrassing’ state, as you call it,” Wanda voiced from beside you. “What are you feeling about her now? You were pretty good at avoiding my questions last night,” she smiled with a poke of her finger into your side.

It was a tricky feat for you to let yourself be raw and vulnerable, it never is a comfortable thing. But, with a problem you were struggling to make sense of on your own paired with the sickeningly sweet and supportive smiles directed your way, it was harder to keep it all in than let it out.

“It - it kinda feels like before. Like, no time has passed, y’know?”

“In a good way?” Kamala asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I dunno, it’s like, somehow, all of those things I felt towards her all those years ago had never actually left. Like they were just sitting there in my stomach waiting for the right time to come back out.”

“It kinda sounds like you know what you wanna do then,” Sam smiled.

“I think I might,” you nodded. You tried to smile but the nerves that made their way throughout your body made it difficult and, as though it was written all over your face, your friends seemed to know just what to do to bring that smile out. You were pulled into Wanda’s familiar hug with Sam closing his arms around you from the other side and with some difficulty you were manoeuvred into Kamala’s reach. It was hard not to laugh at the glimpse you caught of her, leaning across the counter, practically kneeling on a plate of cookies nearby as she stretched out to join the embrace.

Whatever happens next, they’ll be there for you.

—

Meanwhile, Yelena sat cross-legged on Natasha’s childhood bed whilst her sister lay on her back with her eyes directed at the ceiling. She could still see the mark left behind from the glow-in-the-dark stickers you’d struggled to plaster up there, ones that had slowly begun to fall down. She’d never had the heart to throw them away and the used and tattered celestials still sat in the drawer of her desk.

“This is exhausting, Natasha,” the blonde groaned. Having been witness to it all from the beginning, watching it all play out as it has has been nothing short of tedious for her. She’s never been patient and this was no different. In her trademark Yelena fashion, she resents the long and drawn-out trail of feelings being muddled up and left behind, she would rather you both get on with it.

“You don’t think I know that?” her sister sighed. “It’s complicated.”

“It’s complicated,” Yelena mocked in a less-than-perfect impression of Natasha’s voice. “What’s so difficult, huh? You’ve always had the hots for her, she’s always ogled you, it’s simple.”

“It’s a little more nuanced than that,” she mumbled. “So much time has passed and I made a stupid mistake. I left her behind, Lena. I just left and didn’t come back - she deserves better than somebody who’d just do that.”

“You were stupid,” Yelena agreed. She didn’t let her role as Natasha’s sister blur the lines between right and wrong, when it came to what she did she didn’t shy away from berating her.

She remembered the evening it happened, the redhead coming home in tears that were a rare sight to see. She held a book in her hand that was soon shoved to the back of her wardrobe to never see the light again; she comforted her sister as best as she could but by the time she’d unmuddled the series of events Natasha was already gone. She’d made plenty of phone calls telling her sister to come and make it right but the fear had sunk its claws in and nothing she said swayed it in her favour.

“I know I was - I know. But, when I saw her that night with Pietro it just looked so real. I think I was looking for a reason to chicken out of telling her, y’know?”

“And letting yourself believe she was already dating someone was easier than her rejecting you,” Yelena nodded. She understood her sister’s reasonings no matter how illogical they truly are.

“Yeah,” she nodded with a sigh. “I mean, she’s so perfect, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d been lucky enough to date her. I saw it, so why wouldn’t somebody else?”

“Okay, I didn’t mean to listen but you know I can’t help myself,” Melina suddenly announced from the doorway. Of course, she’d decided to come upstairs just as a ‘confidential’ conversation was occurring. “You never told me all this.”

“That’s because you’re a gossip,” Natasha groaned, sitting up against her headboard whilst her mother took a seat on the bed too.

“I just like knowing things,” she shrugged. “So, tell me what happened.”

“Fine,” she sighed, rolling her eyes at the clear excitement on Melina’s face. “So, it was Christmas Eve, the first one after starting college. At that point, it was like we were still in high school, we were all in contact and we were all meeting up on the weekends - nothing had changed.”

“Mhm, I remember,” Melina nodded. “I was scared you were all gonna drift apart, well, until you were the one that separated from them.”

“Yeah,” Natasha sighed with a frown. “So, we were all here and I’d had a lot of time to think. I mean, I was at a different college - she was at the same one as the Maximoff’s - and, it was a lot of time without her. It gave me a lot of time to think about her, it was so different not having her at my side all the time, y’know? So it made me realise that I just had to suck it up and be honest with us both about how I feel about her.”

“I think you two were the only ones not to know,” Melina muttered beneath her breath, earning an agreeing laugh from Yelena.

“Anyway,” she scowled. “I guess it was something I was always trying to avoid. I didn’t want it to ruin the friendship we had but it got so hard to ignore. All of my assignments - the stories I’d write - they all ended up being about her. It was like all of the feelings I tried so hard to ignore were just forcing their way out like they were too big to keep down.”

She took a breath and cleared her throat, blushed at the mere thought of you and let the comfort of her mother’s hand on her arm urge her to carry on.

“I wrote her this story - it seems so silly now,” she scoffed. “It was so cheesy - the kind of thing we’d make fun of - but I couldn’t help myself. I illustrated it and wrapped a red bow around it - it was hideous but I knew it’d make her smile. And, on Christmas Eve, I made my way to where I knew she’d be.

“God, just remembering it is so ridiculous. I don’t know why I let myself get in my head,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “She was there, sitting in the quiet part of the town square, but she was only there with Pietro. Looking back, I know that Wanda must’ve been on her way but in that moment nothing was logical.

“I stood there, just looking at her for a second. I watched her laugh and I remember being amazed that my heart truly did feel like it skipped a beat - I always thought that was just some cliche until her. And as I stood there just watching, I saw Pietro point to this piece of mistletoe hanging above them. I thought it was funny at first and carried on walking to them but then his hand was on her cheek and in my mind that was enough to make me turn back around. I suppose I thought that, in the time they’d had together whilst I’d been away, they’d - I dunno - realised feelings?”

“Oh, Natasha,” Melina whispered.

“I know. It was stupid - it was probably just some joke but I was so scared. You know I’ve never been the kind of person to wear their heart on their sleeve and that was the perfect out my brain was looking for.”

“You caused yourself so much pain, honey. So much pain you didn’t need because you feared she didn’t feel the same?”

“I suppose so,” she nodded. “I thought that, maybe, if she was happy it was enough. So, I went back to college and left it all behind. I felt awful, I did, but I wanted to keep myself away for both of our sakes. If I wasn’t there, she could get on with her life and I could try and move on. I put all of my focus into studying and then into my work - I found that pushing away all of those things that hurt me would just shield me from coming to terms with things.

“So, the friendship I tried to protect was ruined because of me. Because I was scared.”

“But now? How are things with her this time?”

“I think - I know that I still adore her. And, if she’ll have me, I would want nothing more than to just let her know how I’ve felt for all my life.”

—

Before Natasha had begun to associate Christmas with the ache in her heart, the 24th of December was a treasured occasion.

The group of you had always met up, sneaking eggnog from her parent’s fridge when you were younger, sharing it around with sips from a shared glass around a makeshift fire you’d conjure up in the garden. The cup would be passed around in secrecy and clumsily hidden beneath a blanket when an adult would approach.

As you grew closer, the two of you began to uphold a tradition and for the couple of years leading up to her departure, you’d meet up before the remainder of the group arrived. She’d meet you at the cafe with two hot chocolates in hand and she’d offer you her jacket no matter what; she always did and you always declined but it made your cheeks hot to the touch. She’d always refrain from reaching out to feel the warmth beneath her palm.

You’d walk back to her house taking the long route just to savour one another's company and neither of you would think too much about the hand she’d rest on your back whenever you’d cross the road.

You’d sit beneath the decorated canopy in the middle of town, watching people enjoy the festivities, failing to hold in your amusement when people would slip on icy ground. She’d look up at the mistletoe and swear she’d kiss you beneath the winter sprig one day, that she’d use it as one of her many excuses to press her lips to yours. She would imagine that you’d tell her she didn’t need a reason to kiss you, that she could do it whenever she liked, but she’d find any moment she could to feel your lip balm-coated mouth with the tip of her tongue.

The one year you had forgotten your gloves and, for practicality of course, she linked her hand with yours for warmth and left it there until she was leading you up to her front door. You’d help her mother with preparations for the evening’s party whilst Natasha would smile at the close relationship the two of you shared. And when the rest of the invitees would trickle in, she’d revel in your laugh. The one you’d let out at something Kate or Kamala would say when recounting the goings on of their days and the giggle you’d share with Wanda whilst having hushed conversations in the corner.

…

The last Christmas Eve you’d seen Natasha until this year, was the same as always. You were planning on meeting Natasha at your usual spot, only an hour after leaving the Maximoff twins where they were.

You sat with Pietro whilst Wanda made her way back with a cup of hot tea for herself and a latte for her brother; they were meeting up with Monica and Carol before the annual party and you were waiting with them until it was time for you to go. You’d told them you had some last-minute shopping to do and they bought the excuse - you felt rather smug at your deception and were pleased to keep your tradition with Natasha a secret. It wouldn’t be the same if it turned into a group affair - you didn’t admit that you merely wanted her for yourself. Even if it was for only a couple of hours.

You missed the teasing grin on Pietro’s face when he’d spotted the mistletoe above you and only realised what he was doing when he tugged it from its place and held it above your faces.

“Ew, Pietro,” you’d laughed, shoving him away whilst he faked a warm look your way.

“There’s something I simply must say,” he joked, cupping your cheek with a soft hand. He inched closer and closer whilst you held in your laugh, acting into the joke of a scene he was creating. “I- wow, this is hard to say,” he sighed. “I just need you to know that - that I forgot to get you a gift and just added my name to Wanda’s.”

You gasped before you both laughed.

“That actually better be a joke.”

You waited for Natasha until you got a text saying she was stuck helping her mum and the rest of the evening was sullied with some kind of unspoken melancholy that you could not understand.

…

Two weeks ago, Natasha was called into her editor’s office to be given the task of creating a winter story. She listened to the requirements she was expected to reach; a heartfelt children’s book, the wonder of winter with a happy ending.

It wasn’t something she was overly familiar with anymore. The magic of the season had long left her when she left you and, though she accepted the job, she was unsure of how to complete it. Her books always held a part of her, every story she wrote had a piece of her soul bared throughout the pages.

She’d gone home and began to plan, sipping a glass of red wine whilst her laptop screen remained blank.

After a few days of sitting on the problem she’d been presented with, and a lengthy conversation with her closest friend in New York, she thought it time to visit home. After all of this time away she thought she could go back easily enough, feelings may have been dulled and the town that was the epitome of a winter wonderland would fuel her creativity.

She just didn’t expect to take one look at you and have every feeling she’d ever held for you to come flooding to the surface. It was quite a story indeed.

And, though she was apprehensive at first, she’d found that opening up the warm-hearted part of her that she had forced closed many moons ago was just the spark she needed. She’d found inspiration at home - her true home. She found it with you.

…

Your heart was beating with the buzz of nerves in your chest, stomach swarming whilst your palms grew clammy despite the biting cold that came with the slowly falling snow.

Each step up the Romanoff’s driveway drew you closer to a conversation that made your head blurred. It had taken the entire group of your friends to give you the courage to leave your apartment for this; despite the way it was your decision to confess the feelings that were eating you whole, you were the one holding yourself back.

After much convincing, you bit the bullet to finally let yourself pull your heart from your chest and hand it over. They’d all assured you they were a phone call away no matter what happens.

You almost dared to turn back as soon as your knuckles tapped against the translucent window of the front door; you could see the blurry sight of a Christmas wreath against the glass and you could hear Yelena shout that she would answer the knock.

“Oh, hi,” she smiled as soon as she saw you, taking in your nervous appearance.

“Hi, Yelena,” you returned. “Um, is Natasha here?”

“No, actually,” she answered. “She went for a walk - think she said she might be going to the bar. You might be able to catch up with her if you hurry.”

“Alright, thanks, Lena,” you smiled. “See you tomorrow,” you finished with a wave.

“See you tomorrow,” she smirked, clearly planning to go and conspire with Melina about why you might be looking for her sister.

It wasn’t a particularly long walk, and the few minutes it took only enabled you to think about what you were going to say. You had it planned as perfectly as you could get it, a curated script you hoped she’d conform with. You’d risk making a fool of yourself otherwise, treading with the possibility of letting your butterfly inducing feelings for her get the best of you.

And, when you saw the bar ahead of you it only made your heart hit against your chest even faster. You saw the back of her head through the window, hair plaited and falling against her jacket; somehow, just seeing her, made your steps grow almost up to speed with your heart.

You opened the door into the bustling building, making your way past a few people with the subtle scent of beer lingering in the air.

You saw her before she saw you. The large grin that pulled at her eyes was directed elsewhere, though, and the hug she stood up to take part in was not with you. Her body locked with another woman’s, somebody she was familiar with by the way it lingered. Her cheek was kissed and her smile never wavered and your heart that had been beating so quickly you feared it might explode was now still, sitting in your throat as you swallowed thickly.

They shared large smiles and their hands entwined atop the small wooden table.

You couldn’t see anymore. Your fists clenched at your sides and you left as quickly as you arrived, not sparing a glance backwards. If you couldn’t be with her tonight, you wanted to be alone.

[fandoms--fluff]

Shopping or Babysitting?

Flufftober, October 10th

Female vampire reader x Josie Saltzman x Hope Mikaelon x Lizzie Saltzman

Summary: You guys go shopping and you and Josie end up more like babysitters

Warnings: swearing, other than that just cute and funny and fluffy

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"Why the hell does Alaric need all this shit again?" You groan while pushing a shopping cart around Bells grocery store.

"Something about a fire happening in the kitchen and burning all the food and the counters and cabinets, everything really" Josie answers, feeling the same way as you. She places a carton of blueberries in the cart.

"Ooh, we should get whipped cream" Lizzie says, walking over to the refrigerators. "It's not on the list" Josie calls after her twin.

"Wait, where's Hope?" You look around all the displays from where you're standing. Your eyes land on the auburn headed girl distracted by rearranging an end cap shelf of pancake mixes.

"You know what, how about you grab a box, and Lizzie, you can get one can of whipped cream" you sigh, calling out to them both. Josie looks at you with a confused look on her face.

Hope and lizzie come back with their item and place them in the cart beside eachother.

"Now, if you both don't get distracted and we get the hell out of here quickly, then I'll make vampire pancakes for all of us. Got it?" You explain and look at them as if they're children.

They both excitedly agree right away. "Good idea" Josie whispers to you and you nod your head, agreeing.

"What's next?" Hope asks. Josie looks at the list in her hand "uhhh, tortilla chips. Wow, now that I look at this list, it had the most random order" Josie answers and tilts the list over for you to see. "Huh, it does. Almost as if Jackass just wanted us out of his hair" you say as you turn the cart into the chip isle.

"You know he's my dad, right?" Josie says, trying not to chuckle at how you casually talk about him in such ways. "Oh, I know, but you've got to agree that he's a dick most of the time" you tell her, keeping a close eye on the other two teens in front of you both.

"Hey! Put those down, we're down here for tortilla chips, not any of those" you exclaim, making Josie look at what's in their arms. "How did you guys grab that much so fast?" Josie lightly chuckles. Lizze and Hope have their arms full of different chip bags. They have small pouts on their faces while you make them put the bags back on the shelves.

"Wait, do we still get the pancakes?" Lizzie asks when they walk back over to you and Josie. "On one condition" they both nod. "You each have to have on hand on the cart for the rest of the time we're here" you cross your arms.

"We're not five year olds!" Hope exclaims, Lizzie agreeing with her. "Do you guys want the pancakes? Yes? Then one hand on the buggy at all times" Josie raises an eyebrow.

"Fine" they both mumble, taking a hold of the cart on either side.

You guys walk out to your car with the shopping bags in your arms. Once you place everything in the trunk, Lizze and Hope start to have an argument. Over what? You and Josie have no idea.

"I'm starting to feel like more of a babysitter than a personal shopper now" you sigh. "Glad I'm not the only one" Josie closes the trunk. You open one of the back doors to the car. "Okay you two, shut up and get in or no pancakes and I mean it. And if you're really good during the forty minute drive, then maybe we can watch Harry Potter" you nod for ghem to get it.

"Okay, Mom" lizzie says jokingly, and Hope nods her head. They both climb in the back and start doing up their seat belts when you close the door.

"Remind me to never have kids" you groan. Josie chuckles, "Same here" she says, making you chuckle as well.

You both get in the car, and the drive back was surprisingly peaceful.

Once you get back, you guys bring all the groceries inside and to the slightly charred kitchen. "And you guys paid for it using the card I gave?" Alaric asks, stepping into the kitchen.

"Sure we did" you roll your eyes, sliding things onto a shelf in the fridge. "What did I say about compulsion" he grits his teeth.

"Oh fuck off about that, compulsion is way easier, plus no money was spent, you're saving money" you throw the credit card to him.

"Don't fall into the trap, Dad, we both know you'll lose" Josie says, closing one of the pantry doors. Alaric groans and leaves the four girls alone again.

"Hey! Why did you get to go against the rules and not get in trouble?" Hope asks from where her and lizzie are sitting on one of the counters. "Because I'm older then all of you, and Jackass" you answer them. "...fair enough" Hope mumbles.

"Pancakes?" Lizzie perks up. "Of course, you two weren't horrible, so it wasn't that bad" you get all of the ingredients and materials onto the counter you and Josie are standing at.

"All you guys have to do, is stay there and don't touch or try to help with anything" Josie says, getting a mixing spoon from a drawer. Hope and Lizzie can't cook for the life of them, so it's best to keep them far away as possible whenever you and/or Josie are cooking or baking.

"Alright, here you guys go" You and Josie hand Hope and Lizzie their plates, the opening credits of Harry Potter playing on the screen. "Thanks" they both say, already entranced into the movie.

The pancakes all have a smiley face out of blueberries, and vampire teeth made from the whipped cream. Something you annoyed Damon with until he gave up and then he started annoying Bonnje with eventually in the prison world. (Yes, you teased him endlessly when Bonnie told you about it).

"You know, we're a pretty good team" Josie sits beside you. You wrap am around her shoulders, your plate in your lap. "Hell yeah we are" you kiss her on the cheek, playfully.

"Gross" lizzie icks. "Yeah, we're right here" Hope swallows some pancake.

"Yep, never having kids" you mutter under your breath. Josie hears and chuckles, making you smirk.

[soupandsimple]

Never Any Doubt (with Remus Lupin)

[ meeting Teddy for the first time ]

* fluff! 🐻

** singledad! Remus , non-magic au :)

This was requested: see the ask here

……………………..

After two months of dating, you were long at last meeting Remus’s four year old son.

Teddy was his name and from the start, Remus had told you his mother wasn’t in the picture. That she had left them as soon as she recovered from the birth, stating something about wanting her freedom instead of being tied down to a husband and a baby. It was absolutely heartbreaking to learn but Remus assured you they were far better off without her than they ever would have been with her.

Arriving at Remus’s cottage, you knocked on the door and waited for an answer. It took no time at all for Remus to appear and open the door wide for you to walk on in.

Steps inside now, you spot Teddy patiently sitting on the couch, no doubt waiting for your arrival. Although you’d seen pictures of him before, he was definitely even more adorable in person.

“Hi” you enthused with a little wave, coat hung over your arms.

“Hi” he quietly said back.

“Teddy, this is Y/N…” Remus introduced you. “You know, the pretty girl from the picture you’ve seen in my wallet?”

Teddy nodded with a subtle smile. He had caught a glimpse of the picture one day when Remus was paying the ice cream man. Once seated down with their treats, Teddy just HAD to know who the ‘pretty girl’ in the picture was because as far as he knew, his picture was the only one tucked in his daddy’s wallet.

“Here let me take that for you” Remus said, taking your coat to hang up in the front closet.

You smiled graciously then walked over to Teddy. You sat on the cushion of the couch farthest away from him to give him space.

“I’ve heard so much about you from your daddy. I’m so happy to finally be meeting you!”

Remus came back over while Teddy shyly giggled at your comment. He sat in the empty cushion between you and the little boy and instantly, Teddy hid his face into his side.

“Little shy are we?” Remus commented, gently pushing back wisps of the boy’s hair.

“Hey, don’t tease. This is something new, of course we’re both feeling shy right now and it’s perfectly okay” you told Remus but more so for Teddy to know there was nothing wrong with what he was feeling.

Remus quickly broke into a smile at your instant need to protect his little boy. You had communicated to him before that you didn’t feel worthy enough to meet Teddy yet but here you were, proving yourself wrong.

“You’re right, I’m sorry” Remus thoughtfully replied. “Why don’t we watch some tv” he suggested, to ease a bit of the pressure.

Remus turned the television screen on and changed it to Teddy’s favorite cartoon about a little bear.

“Oooo I love this show. Teddy, is it your favorite?” you asked although you already knew the answer.

Unaware of what you did/didn’t know about him, Teddy nodded excitedly, “Uh-huh.”

In actuality, you didn’t love the show but you were familiar with it having watched it a couple of times with some kids you used to babysit.

The show allowed for small conversation here and there between the three of you which in turn made Teddy quickly become more comfortable with you.

“I have all of them in my room you know..” Teddy stated with a pointed finger to the screen, referring to all the characters in the show.

“Really? The whole collection?” you exclaimed.

Teddy nodded proudly, “You can come to my room and see them if you want. Can we show her my room, daddy?” he asked Remus.

“Of course we can,” Remus said standing up with you following suit. Teddy led the way with a little march in his step as you stayed behind with Remus who had initiated hand holding.

Once getting to his bedroom, Teddy ran to open his toy chest. “Look Y/N, they’re in here!”

You let go of Remus’s hand and peeked down into the chest and saw a bundle of medium sized stuffed animals. “Oh wow, they’re all there!”

“I put them there to sleep at night but sometimes I forget to take them out in the morning” he giggled.

Teddy then began showing you everything else he had in his room while Remus sat at the edge of the little twin sized bed, treasuring this moment of his son and girlfriend finally together.

While showing you his train set though (a train set that by the way, you were present for when Remus l originally purchased it), Teddy suddenly went to whisper something in Remus’s ear but since it was so quiet in the room you were able to hear it all.

“Daddy, I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Well go, we’ll wait for you right here,” Remus replied to him in an equal whisper.

Teddy then ran out of the room and you couldn’t help but smile at the gentle interaction between your boyfriend and his son.

Remus stretched out a hand for you to take and when you took it, he pulled you in to stand between his legs which you took as an invitation to sit on one of his thighs.

“I’m so glad this is finally happening. He really likes you, but there was never any doubt about that to begin with.”

“He’s the sweetest thing. You’ve done such a good job with him, but there was never any doubt about that to begin with either,” you complimented back.

Remus scanned your face with a handsome smile that made you blush terribly, so for some relief you looked down at your hand that was still intertwined with his.

With a finger, he picked your chin up so you were looking back at him and just as he began slowly leaning in for a kiss you heard …

“Daddy! There’s no more toilet paper!”

Remus squeezed his eyes shut and chuckled at the interruption while you joined in with a giggle.

“Go” you told him giddily.

“Okay, but you owe me” he joked as you stood up so he could stand. He then headed straight to Teddys aide, but not without giving you a quick kiss on the cheek first. <3

[courtonfire]

Foxxian + Dragonji bookstore/cafe, friends to lovers AU 🥰☕️📖

Lan Wangji's tail swishes with anticipation as he watches the door from behind the register.

Any minute now, his cozy, peaceful cafe/bookstore will be filled with all the chaos a Hulijing has to offer. His heart dance

The customers have long since been chased away by the small snowstorm outside, leaving the cafe in comfortable silence.

In the center of the room, surrounded by large chairs, a fire crackles eagerly, offering its heat and warm, flickering light to the space. Outside, snow drifts lazily to the ground. For now, it lays pristine and undisturbed, but it's nearly 7pm, which means any second now --

Bright laughter floats in from outside, as though carried in by a wayward snowflake. Lan Wangji sits up straighter. Its source bounces into view of the large windows a second later. Lan Wangji watches fondly as the hulijing kicks up the snow and attempts to catch falling flakes in his mouth.

The top of his head is covered by a bright red beanie, with space for his blackish-grey ears to stick out. What is visible of his long, raven hair is speckled with white spots of snow, as are the nine bushy tails behind him. The rest of him is covered by a large, black cloak with a gold pattern stitched onto it. Jyl must have gifted it to him for his birthday a few weeks ago, Lan Wangji guesses. It's a nice replacement for the ratty, faded red coat he used to wear.

As though sensing Lan Wangji's insult to his former favorite jacket, the Hulijing abruptly spins around to look through the window. Silver eyes lock onto him immediately and a wide smile stretches across the fox spirit's face, sharp fangs visible. He quickly bounds to the door, still kicking up as much snow as possible as he goes. 

"Lan Zhan!!" He cries, pushing the door open. Lan Wangji isn't sure if Wei Wuxian's presence or the cold air fills the space faster, but they each slam into him with great force.

"Wei Ying." The corners of his lips tick up in a soft smile. Wei Wuxian's gaze softens ever so softly. He skips over and rests his elbows on the counter, leaning into Lan Wangji's space, the way he always does. It once irritated Lan Wangji beyond all reason, but now it feels like a relief. Like the warm sun has finally decided to kiss his chilled skin.

"What do you have for me today?" Wei Wuxian asks with an eager grin.

"Due to the weather, the special today was a hot chocolate with..." Lan Wangji intentionally trails off. It has the intended effect.

Wei Wuxian's eyes sparkle with interest. He leans a little closer.

"Oh? Is there something more?"

"Mn. Chili peppers."

Wei Wuxian gasps dramatically and reels back, out of Lan Wangji's space. It doesn't feel like a loss in the face of such clear delight.

"Chili peppers?! No way!?"

"Yes way," Lan Wangji answers mildly. Wei Wuxian tilts his head back in a laugh. "Lan Zhan, you are too much!" He declares, ears twitching happily. "I'll take one of those!"

Lan Wangji nods and sets off to make it, intentionally not charging him, as always. And as always, Wei Wuxian stuffs far too much money in the tip jar when he thinks Lan Wangji isn't looking. They fall into a comfortable silence as Lan Wangji makes the drink. Wei Wuxian browses the new arrivals section absentmindedly. When he finds one that intrigues him, he carefully tugs it out and flips through it.

"Hey, Lan Zhan," he calls just as Lan Wangji is squirting an unreasonable amount of whipped cream onto his drink, the way he knows Wei Wuxian likes. As an afterthought, he sprinkles an extra dusting of chili powder as well.

"How long do you think I've been a regular here now?"

Lan Wangji sets the drink on the counter and considers it. "Hm. Around eight months, I believe."

Eight lovely, wonderful, warm months of Wei Wuxian visiting him every evening at 7, no matter the weather or the kind of day he's had.

"Eight months? Wow," Wei Wuxian shakes his head in disbelief. He slides the book back onto the shelf and returns to the counter. He pulls the warm mug into his hands but doesn't drink from it yet.

"And..." He hesitates. Concerned curiosity teases Lan Wangji's mind. Wei Wuxian very rarely hesitates unless he's talking about something especially serious. "Do you think... um, do you think we're friends?"

Lan Wangji blinks. That was not the question he was expecting.

"Yes, of course," he answers immediately. The tension drains from Wei Wuxian's shoulder and he offers him a relieved smile.

"Okay, good. I think so too, but I wasn't sure..."

"You weren't sure I felt the same," Lan Wangji finishes for him, heart twisting painfully in his chest. "Wei Ying, I look forward to your visits every day. Getting to know you has brought me great joy over the past several months."

As he speaks, Wei Wuxian's eyes grow wider, a bright flush rising high on his cheeks. "I hope to keep you in my life for many years to come."

Wei Wuxian squeaks and lifts the mug to hide his face. "Lan Zhaaaaan," He whines, ears flat against his head. "You can't just say things like that! My heart can't take it! Are you trying to kill me?!"

Lan Wangji huffs and moves to wipe down the tools he used for the drink.

"Of course not. That would contradict my previous statement."

"Well, how am I supposed to know when you say things like that?" Wei Wuxian lowers the drink to pout at him. "It sounds genuine on the surface, but I really almost had a heart attack, er-gege! How do I know that wasn't your intention all along?!"

Lan Wangji peers at him from the corner of his eye, intentionally letting it glow a little.

"You don't," he says darkly. It gets the desired reaction.

Wei Wuxian's jaw drops in horror, but his eyes shine with glee, tails flicking happily behind him. "I knew it!" He gasps. "This has been your plan all along hasn't it?!"

Lan Wangji curls his tail around his own leg and looks away. "Maybe. Maybe not."

A wide, toothy grin cracks Wei Wuxian's mock scared expression. "Well, I've got my eye on you now, er-gege! You won't be able to take me out so easily!"

"We'll see."

Wei Wuxian laughs and finally brings the hot chocolate to his mouth. The second the liquid hits his tongue, his eyes roll back in an exaggerated moan. The pointed tips of Lan Wangji's ears burn. He hurries to cover them with his hair before Wei Wuxian notices.

"Mmmm this is so good, Lan Zhan!" He cries. "Definitely the best I've ever tasted. You may not be able to top this, honestly."

Lan Wangji preens at the high praise. "I will try my best," he promises.

Wei Wuxian grins at him. On his nose is a small dollop of whip cream. Lan Zhan leans back and tightly grips the counter behind him to prevent himself from leaning forward to kiss it off. They fall back into silence, occasionally broken by Wei Wuxian's quiet sounds of enjoyment and words of praise.

When he finishes the beverage, he leans back with a satisfied sigh, rubbing his belly happily.

"So good," he mumbles, eyes half-lidded. The combination does unspeakable things to Lan Wangji's self-control, so he busies himself with emptying the pastry cabinet in preparation for tomorrow.

Wei Wuxian watches him quietly, tails swishing lazily. When Lan Wangji absentmindedly slides him a leftover lotus cake he knows he likes, his expression turns thoughtful.

"Say, Lan Zhan," he starts, leaning forward to rest his head on his hand.

Lan Wangji hums, not looking up from his task.

"Do you happen to have any relationship advice books?"

Lan Wangji pauses.

"...Relationship advice books?"

"Mhm," Wei Wuxian confirms, watching him closely. "See, there's someone I want to woo, but I'm not sure how to go about it. I feel like I've tried everything, but nothing seems to work."

At this, his bottom lip juts out in a pout, ears drooping sadly. Lan Wangji hardly notices. A loud buzzing fills his ears, dulling his senses. He feels like a movie character in a scene where a bomb has gone off nearby. Stumbling around, shaken and confused, trying to figure out what happened. There's an empty spot where a large structure used to be and a new reality needs to be processed.

Wei Wuxian has someone he wants to woo -- someone he wants a relationship with. "And since I happen to have a friend with a cafe slash bookstore," Wei Wuxian is saying, oblivious to his plight. "I thought maybe he'd have something to help me out."

And he wants Lan Wangji's help to do it. A growl builds in his chest at the thought of helping put Wei Wuxian in another person’s arms. He forces it down, along with all the other unreasonable feelings of jealousy and bitter disappointment. No matter how bad Lan Wangji wants him to, Wei Wuxian does not belong to him. Nor does he owe him anything.

Lan Wangji developed these feelings by himself. They are his own problem. Wei Wuxian is under no obligation to return or take responsibility for them.

He is coming to Lan Wangji as a friend. And so a friend he will be.

"The self-help section is the case closest to the window. Relationship advice books are on the second shelf."

Wei Wuxian chirps his thanks and skips to the indicated location. As he browses his tongue pokes out between his teeth.

He looks so pretty like this, curious and determined. Lan Wangji wants to carry him up to his apartment upstairs and hide him from whoever is trying to steal him away. The pastry plate in his hands almost shatters from his tight grip. He rips his eyes away and still his tail that had begun flicking angrily across the floor.

It is time to do the dishes, he decides. In the back, where Wei Wuxian is well out of sight. Perhaps the sound of the rushing water will drown out his shameful thoughts.

---

"Lan Zhaaan," Wei Wuxian singsongs when Lan Wangji shuts the water off. "Come help!"

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath to brace himself, then steps back to the front. Doing the dishes did indeed help him calm down a bit. Which is good because he has a feeling things are about to get a lot worse. 

Wei Wuxian fixes him with a teasing grin when he comes into view.

"Er-gege, isn't it poor business practice to leave your favorite customer all alone?"

"I did not leave my favorite customer alone. Just a regular one," Lan Wangji deadpans.

Wei Wuxian sputters. "You --! You are so mean!"

"No one believes me when I say you're the meanest person around, yet the proof is right here!"

Lan Wangji raises a brow. "No one believes that?"

Wei Wuxian deflates a little. "Yeah, okay, everyone believes that one -- but they shouldn't!"

A swirl of happiness curls in his gut. If Wei Wuxian ever thought him mean or cold and unapproachable, he did so with gleeful amusement. A rare person who appreciates a rose's thorns, even when they prick his finger. 

"But still!" Wei Wuxian cries. "You're not closed yet. What if someone came in?! I called for you so many times, but you didn't answer! I would have had to make that hot chocolate myself!"

Lan Wangji shudders at the thought of anyone tasting something Wei Wuxian made with easy access to spice. "Exactly! Very irresponsible of you, er-gege," he scolds.

Lan Wangji doesn't roll his eyes, but it's a close call.

"There is a storm and I close in 15 minutes. It is unlikely someone would come in."

"You called for my help?" he reminds. "Ah, yes!" Wei Wuxian jerks upright and slides a book towards him.

'How to Get the Man of Your Dreams in 5 Simple Steps' the title reads.

The urge to burn it is so strong tendrils of smoke slip out of Lan Wangji's nose. Luckily, Wei Wuxian is too busy flipping to the table of contents to notice. "Okay, so I'm gonna read out this person's ideas one by one, and you tell me if you think they would work on you."

Lan Wangji pauses. "On me?"

Wei Wuxian hums an affirmative. His ears twitch like he's nervous, but Lan Wangji doesn't know why he would be. "Yeah, I mean, you've gotta be one the toughest nuts to crack in the whole world," he laughs, the sound a bit pitchier than normal. "So if it works on you, then it could work on anyone, right?"

"Perhaps," Lan Wangji agrees slowly. "But everyone is different."

And much less biased than he is, he doesn't say. Anything Wei Wuxian does works on him, even breathing.

"Not that different or chumps like this would never sell anything! So just listen, okay?"

"Mn."

"Alright, the first one is easy. Make eye contact."

Lan Wangji's brows scrunch. How does that count as a first step? He tries to look at the book, but Wei Wuxian sweeps it out of sight.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Wei Wuxian chides. "Don't look away. You gotta try it to know if it'll work, okay?"

Lan Wangji hesitates. "I thought you were just going to say them?"

"I will say them," Wei Wuxian confirms. "But how will you know it'll really work if you don't try it?"

That is... somewhat true. But still, this seems a bit odd.

"Just trust me, okay Lan Zhan?" Wei Wuxian looks at him with pleading eyes.

"...Mn," Lan Wangji agrees. When their eyes finally lock, Lan Wangji can suddenly no longer recall why he felt uncertain. Satisfaction swirls in those silver eyes, drawing him in like a siren's song. He's always known how beautiful they are, but never how dynamic. Every shade of grey seems to be hidden in their depths. Lan Wangji thinks he could spend hours cataloging each fleck. Maybe he could even publish the results.

"Good boy," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Is this working for you?"

"..Mn," Lan Wangji croaks.

"Okay," Wei Wuxian says breathily. "Okay, that's good."

"All these steps need to be combined, so don't look away."

"I won't." He couldn't, even if he wanted to. Wei Wuxian has had him completely enthralled from the moment he first stepped through the door all those months ago.

"The second step says to hold their hand." Lan Wangji reaches out his hand with no hesitation. Half a beat later, warm fingers lace between his and squeeze. Oxygen shakes and rattles its way out of Lan Wangji's lungs. He squeezes back.

There's something in Wei Wuxian's eyes that Lan Wangji can't quite place. But it fills him with tentative hope. "This doing anything?"

Lan Wangji nods slowly, like honey dripping from a spoon. "Mn."

"Good," Wei Wuxian murmurs. "Third step is to smile."

A soft smile stretches across his lips, as easy as breathing. Lan Wangji has seen a lot of Wei Wuxian's smiles. Each one has a special place in his mind and in his heart, but this one may be his favorite.

"This one also works," he concludes without prompting.

Wei Wuxian chuckles and squeezes his hand again.

"I'm glad. Three out of five so far isn't bad. Maybe this book isn't total garbage."

"It does not seem to be," Lan Wangji agrees. "Fourth step?"

Wei Wuxian inhales shakily and nods. "Fourth step is to tell them what you like about them."

An emotion fleets across his face, but it hardens into determination before Lan Wangji can read it. 

"Lan Zhan, you are one of the kindest men I have ever met. It is one of the world's greatest atrocities that some people are too dense and self-absorbed to see how smart, wonderful, funny, and thoughtful you are. I hate to think of what my life would look like without you in it,” he pauses to take a deep breath, then continues. 

“If that's too broad, then I also like the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about the latest piece you learned on the guqin or a cute rabbit picture you saw earlier. I love how you challenge me, but never in a way that makes me less. And, in the beginning, it fascinated me how someone who seemed so cold could design a space as warm and inviting as your cafe is. I didn't believe you did it yourself for weeks, Lan Zhan!" His laughter fades into a fond smile. "But that was just because I didn't know you yet. Now I can see how it perfectly reflects you."

"Wei Ying," Lan Wangji gasps. It's a miracle Wei Wuxian's bones haven't been crushed from how tightly Lan Wangji is gripping his hand. He should lighten his hold, but his muscles refuse to comply. "Wei Ying I --"

"Step 5," Wei Wuxian stops him. The words sound as though they're stumbling out of him, like if he stops now, they may never be heard. "Is to confess your feelings and hope to the heavens that they're returned because you have no idea what you'll do if they're not."

Wei Wuxian takes a deep breath and allows his eyes to slip closed. Silence blankets the room. Lan Wangji watches him closely, his breath frozen in his lungs.

It seems Lan Wangji was wrong. The spell he's been under was not caused by those gorgeous silver orbs, but by Wei Wuxian's mere existence. Wei Wuxian visibly steels himself and when his eyes open, they pierce straight into Lan Wangji's soul.

"I love you, Lan Zhan. You're the best person I have ever known and I've been in love with you for a long time now. And, if you'll allow it, I'm sure I will be for the rest of my life."

It takes half a second for Lan Wangji to lunge over the counter and pull him into a searing kiss.

Another half second for Wei Wuxian to overcome his surprise and enthusiastically throw himself into it. Five minutes for Lan Wangji to flip the store sign to close and tug Wei Wuxian towards the stairs, their lips never parting.

10 minutes to realize he never responded and fervently whisper "I love you, I love you, I love you. Best person I've ever known. I'll love you for the rest of my life."

2 hours for them to slow down enough to actually talk things through. What they mean to each other, what they want to be, and for how long they've wanted to be it.

1 month for Lan Wangji to buy a ring and ask Wei Wuxian to marry him.

And less than a second after that for Wei Wuxian to say yes.

♥️The end♥️

I loved writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it! I wrote it for @fae-hulijing‘s birthday a couple weeks ago and loved the thought of moving it on here! It may be one of my favorite fics I’ve written!

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Alright I'm using my last date night with Gotham Jervis and Fem S/O.

S/O is biker chic who's confident and it's their first real date, they only had hook ups before. But she seems to like him enough and thinks some of his attempts to be gentlemen are cute. Though it doesn't stop her to tease him.

You're doing great job with these.

Leather and Lace Date - Gotham Jervis x F!S/O (Valentines Event 2024)

thank you! OOOOO biker chick? Fun! I can see why Jervis would go for that, all that leather.... This ask is for the ongoing Valentine's Day Event.

TW: Suggestive

You weren't exactly sure how to proceed in the grand scheme of things. There were still some nerves, despite your outer steely appearance. Ripped jeans, leather jackets and studs. Proper boots for riding your bike. Your hands wrung together as you waited outside the alley door. Keys in your pocket to make a quick dash to your motorcycle if needed.

It wasn't that you were frightened of the man you were going to see. Hardly. He was intimately aware of your body already, as you were his. Multiple flings and hookups in seedy parts of Gotham had become a past time for you both. Really, when he'd asked you on a proper date, you'd felt confident in saying yes. This was just a sincere transition to something potentially permanent and serious.

Deep breath and a knock on the door with your fist. The nerves cooled away. When Jervis answered the door, he was immaculately dressed, as per usual. It was like he'd stepped out from another time, his shoulder length curls a portrait around his slim face. When you walked in to a small foyer of sorts, you realized you had no idea what the date would actually consist of.

"Wow. A whole empty room. I'm impressed. Just for me?" The snark slipped from your lips before a hello.

Jervis gave a sly look, "If that was all I needed to impress you, perhaps I should have gone with less, it's true." His hand went to knock on the wall for it to give way like a secret entrance.

There was nothing short of awe at what awaited you. Inside the room was a theatrical recreation of sorts, of a street in Victorian era England. Brick and cobblestone that you could touch. Jervis gave you his arm to hold in a gentlemanly fashion. You couldn't help giving into the gesture.

"...You didn't... somehow, secretly hypnotize me without me noticing, did you?" Yet everything you touched felt too real. He had hypnotized you before. It always felt so dreamy. This... All this was distinctly tangible.

Jervis couldn't help but laugh, "No, I wanted you fully aware for this." Once you reached the end of the street, there was another wall. Another knock. Now it gave way to a tea room.

"How...?"

The man quickly moved from your side to pull out a chair for you, "I found it. Rather, I found a set that was to be used for cinema. I needed... something to get your attention. I convinced the director to allow us use for the day."

It was so much- and yet, so genuine. You weren't exactly the type that advertised you liked grand gestures. This, however, was it. Even as he poured you tea, all you could think about was kissing him right on the lips.

Instead you teased, "Gee, Jervis. If I knew this was all a girl needed to do to get a tea room for us, I would have asked you on the date. What a gentleman!"

Still standing, Jervis leaned into you, hand over yours, "You say that as if you don't find it incredibly charming. That, to you, everything I do isn't incredibly disarming." He leaned closer, just enough that your lips almost touched.

As he attempted to pull away, you grabbed him by the jacket for that kiss. Yes, it was charming. Yes, he somehow found a way to slither past your barriers. But you'd be damned if he was going to tease you and not expect you to react appropriately. He was smiling, you could feel it even before he pulled away.

"And does my lady in leather want cream?" He asked, as though completely unfazed.

Without a response, you took the small pitcher from his hands. The night was young. The date just beginning.

[nautiscarader]

Wendip discovering boundaries (while in the woods)

have 1.2k wendip :)

"Dude, check it out!"

Wendy's eager voice gained Dipper's attention, making him pull his nose from his journal he was completing. At first, he couldn't see what she has spotted, but once a sparkle of blue reached his eyes, it became obvious.

An idyllic glade with a small waterfall forming a pond was hidden well behind the thick bushes,but it was no match for Wendy's keen senses.

The lumberjane eagerly pushed through the natural barrier, tossing her backpack to the ground, having already s potted a perfect place for rest.

"Wow, great catch!", Dipper noted, following her and scribbling the route in his book, "And this glade isn't even-AAAAAAAAAA!"

As Dipper raised his head again, he was greeted with an unexpected sight, one he only saw in his boldest dreams… Wendy's clothes have been tossed onto a pile, and she stood under the waterfall, naked, her long hair flowing with the water making her look like an ethereal nymph.

"What? It's hot, and we've been on this trail for hours.", she casually spoke, though not to Dipper's face, but the back of his head.

"Dude", she chuckled, "We're both adults."

"Yes-yes, but, but, you know-"

"And we've been travelling across the country visiting those magical and mysterious places for what, like, a month now."

"Yeah, but-"

"Dipper.", Wendy interrupted him, "You can turn around."

It took him a moment to process her bold invitation. Slowly, Dipper followed her offer, his eyes once more widening at even more alluring sight of Wendy sitting on a nearby rock, wearing only her warm smile.

"Come on, dude, join me."

With shaking hands, Dipper slid off his backpack and began undressing himself, pausing for a moment when he reached his pants. Wendy rolled her eyes.

"Dude, I know what is there, I have seen you with just swimming trunks."

Although she was proven wrong when Duck-tective-themed boxers landed on the ground, revealing a rather impressive manhood, already hard, something Dipper tried to hide.

Wendy stood up, reached her hand and offered it to her friend.

"Can I-?"

"Yeah, dude."

He stepped into the pond, facing his naked crush, their eyes locked in long, enchanting moment. But Wendy never let go of his hands, instead directing them to her ass and breasts.

"W-Wendy! C-Can I-?"

"Yes.", she answered at once, before her lips met with his. In an instant, years of pent-up longing and desires were satisfied, as the two coiled their arms around each other's backs, forming one figure.

However, their kiss was broken when Dipper yelled as Wendy's thumb brushed his hard cock's head.

"Can I…?", she asked in low tone that sent shivers down his spine.

"Y-Yes…"

But Dipper didn't know how much permission he gave to her, as Wendy quickly dropped to her knees, replacing her thumb with her hungry lips that locked around his twitching head.

Dipper's knees nearly gave up when he felt her tongue coiling around his cock, and her delicate fingers cupping his testicles. He looked down, find Wendy's eyes closed, as she concentrated on delivering the most pleasure to her man, but also to make sure she got the most of his potent smell and taste that overwhelmed her senses.

She bobbed her head, eager to see how much of Dipper's big dipper she can take, re-evaluating her expectations from a few sneaky looks she gave him at the swimming pool. He has certainly grown up,though he was still as clueless as before, evident by the fact that it has taken him a month to take a hint…

And he was as gentlemanly as usual,his voice cracking up, when her caresses reached a boiling point.

"We-wendy! I-m-I'm-Can I-?"

"Mhm!", she replied at once, looking up at his with her emerald eyes, sparkling with eagerness, before they bulged out as the first stream of seed filled her mouth.

Has he been keeping it up since Oregon? It certainly felt so, as stream after stream of potent, warm cream landed on her tongue, prompting Wendy to swallow each load.

In the end, only a few droplets of white landed in the pond, the rest travelling down to Wendy's belly, as she stood up and took Dipper's hand again.

She lead him onto the grass, spreading her legs, watching his eyes widening again, as she gently slid her finger between her folds.

"C-can I-?"

"Oh yes, you can. Especially here-", Wendy circled her thumb around her clit.

Next thing she knew, she threw her head back and cried his name as his lips and fingers began exploring her sex. Yes, he was inexperienced,but with his natural curiosity and determination, he was making rapid progress…

Wendy's breathing became more and more erratic, her chest rising and falling as Dipper worshipped her, licking and tasting her juices, her hands dug into his chestnut hair, making sure he finishes his meal.

And when he did, a flock of birds took off, scared by Wendy's moan that erupted from her mouth, as pleasure tore through her body.

Dipper thought Wendy would be tired, just like was, but he was sorely mistaken when she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over her, making him meet her face again.

"Come'ere…"

"B-But Wendy, do you want-"

"Yes.."

"But I don't have a condom, can I-?"

Her lips finding his and her legs locking behind his back answered his question, as Wendy prompted him to make the final move.

Their moans filled each other's mouths, as their bodies became one in a swift, powerful thrust. The young lovers began their hectic, heated love-making, eager to make up for months, or maybe years of pent-up emotions and dreams…

Wendy knew Dipper had one more question to ask, and inevitably, as his moves fastened, it came up.

"Wendy! I'm-I'm gonna-Can I?"

"Yes!", she moaned at once, tightening the lock of her legs.

"But what if- do you want-"

"YES!" she cried, as Dipper finally reached his limit. And if she thought that his load brought by her blowjob was impressive… Dipper Pines flooded her pussy in what felt like a constant stream of seed, sending her into orgasmic bliss again.

She knew it only lasted a minute or two, but it felt like he has been conquering her womb for hours, filling her to the brim, leaving her babbling.

"Yes… yes…", she moaned, answering so many unasked questions Dipper breathed against her chest.

It took the young couple good fifteen minutes to come down from their high, with Dipper's rather clumsy remark.

"Uh, Wendy,I think you've gotten a bit dirty here… can I wash your back?"

Wendy giggled.

"Yes,yes you can, you dork", and she took his hand, as they walked under the waterfall, any questions or worries pushed aside.

[captmickey]

Graham and the twins, happy modern AU with the ice cream prompt. If you don't wanna do that, Threepwood fam with the cooking together prompt.

Small hands slapped the table, startling Guybrush from his journal entry. Looking up, he noticed Lucas standing on the opposite side of his desk, or rather, standing on the chair that was on the opposite side of his desk. Staring at him. 

“Yeah, kiddo?” Guybrush closed his journal. “Something the matter?”

“Hungry.”

“Enough that you can only speak in one word?”

“Yes.”

“Wow, you must be starving then.”

"Very."

He shook his head and closed his journal, it could easily wait unlike his son's hunger. "Alright then, but I'm gonna need more than one word to know what to make you, kiddo."

"I… hm." Lucas looked away, pondering for a moment before once more slapping his hands on the table. "Box pasta!"

"...lasagna?"

"That."

"Gotta say, I'm impressed you're sticking to the one word thing." Guybrush admitted. "But unfortunately, box pasta is two words so your one word streak is done."

"Darn it." Lucas pouted but quickly smiled again. "But yes, I want that."

"Alright." He stood up, smiling as Lucas cheered and followed him to the kitchen. 

His cooking resume had increased over the years, but he still relied on a cookbook or five. More to that, there were only a handful of things he could do without the fear of fire or poison, and that was omelets, sunny side up eggs, pasta, and lasagna. Anything else required either supervision or a bucket of water.

Yet that didn’t stop Lucas from wanting lasagna. Specifically Guybrush’s lasagna. It was a mystery to even the Mighty Pirate himself but he wasn’t about to deter his kid from eating.

“Dad?” Lucas spoke up, hoping onto the nearby chair so he could be just a little bit taller and see over the counter.

“Yeah, kiddo?” Guybrush answered, taking from the pantry the necessary ingredients to make the pasta dish.

“Can I help?”

Guybrush looked over his shoulder, seeing Lucas lightly tapping the aforementioned counter. “You want to help make the dish?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Why?” Lucas pondered and then shrugged. “I dunno, it looks fun?”

“Cooking looks fun? Don’t you rather play outside for a bit?” Guybrush asked, prepping the ingredients. 

“Nope, I want to help.”

“It’s not exactly pirate-y.” He teased.

“Nuh uh! You cook all the time in your stories!” Lucas countered. “Like… like the hairy dog drink, and the custard pie and the soup…”

He would hardly count throwing a rat into a cold stew as cooking, nor the custard pie made of shaving cream or a hangover drink.

“And the… the… um… the fish! The spicy one! And the fire Alaska!”

At that, Guybrush looked surprised. 

“Huh, you got me there.” He chuckled and raised his hands up in defeat. “Alright, you win. You can help me make the dish.”

“Yay!” 

Lucas scooted as close as he could to Guybrush as he placed the cookbook in front of him. One by one, he saw the needed vegetables. The tomatoes and onions he easily recognized but the others he wasn’t as familiar.

“Do I get to cut it? Oh! Can I cut it with the cutlass?” Lucas hopped.

“Easy, you keep hopping like that and you’ll fall off.” He ruffled the top of his son’s head. “Can’t have you bonking your head.”

“You bonk your head all the time.” He giggled.

“True, but… let's leave it at that.” Guybrush flipped the pages. “And no, you’re not cutting, especially with a cutlass.”

“Awww.”

“You get to mix it all together.” He handed Lucas a wooden spoon. 

“That’s it?”

Guybrush scoffed. “That’s it? That’s the most important part. If the sauce tastes gross then the entire dish tastes gross… and I don’t think your mother would appreciate another gross pasta dish.” 

“Taste?”

“Yeah? You’re in charge of making sure it’s all stirred together well and that it tastes good. More to that, I need you to make sure I put the right ingredient in this here bowl. Think you can do that?”

Lucas’s eyes lit up and he eagerly took hold of the wooden spoon, earning a good laugh out of Guybrush as he got to dicing the vegetables. With each properly chopped ingredient, Guybrush added it to the bowl, Lucas looked over at the book, reading each word carefully with the occasional correction from Guybrush.

“Alright, that should be all of them. Are we missing anything?” Guybrush asked.

“It says that we needed zoo… zoo…. Chee?” Lucas pouted. “I can’t read that word.”

“Which one?”

“This one. Zoo chee nigh?” 

“Zoo chi– oh. Zucchini.”

“That’s how you write zucchini?” Lucas made a face. “That’s too many c’s.”

“Heh, yeah, but that’s what it spells… and I think we can skip that one since we’re currently short of that vegetable.” He cleaned the knife. “Alright, you can get to mixing.”

“Uh… how? It’s all solid.”

“Well, you can mush it just enough that it has a sauce-like texture.” Guybrush suggested. “You can use your spoon to smash–”

A smile quickly took over Lucas as he lifted the spoon high and slammed it hard into the vegetables, splattering both Threepwoods with the sauce.

“...it. Okay.” Guybrush wiped some of the sauce off of his eyes, seeing Lucas blinking in disbelief before looking over at him, almost bracing himself for a reprimand. Instead, Guybrush ruffled his head again. “You got some red on you.”

“You too!” Lucas giggled.

“I sure do… lets ah… lets not do that again, alright? Or else we’ll be swabbies.”

At that, Lucas looked startled and nodded in agreement. “I’d rather be a cook than a swabby.”

“Agreed.”

[ask-cookie-run-rarepairs]

Do you have a favorite cookie generally? Do you ship them with anyone?

Wow, that's actually pretty difficult for me to answer because who is my favorite cookie???

My fav cookie for a long time is Caramel Arrow Cookie: love her design, love her personality (literally I joined CRK because of her and Affogato). I ship her with Affogato BUT as lovers-to-enemies! (Yep, you heard that right!) I really like seeing them fall apart...and eventually MAYBE let time heal their wounds? So more like lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers(?)

ABYSS MONARCH is my brainrot recently. I find their kindness admirable despite things being so rough for them. No, I do not ship them with anyone because I hc them as ace-ish, or maybe just very very very demi.

Then, I also love love love Clotted Cream! I have a rarepair for him: Wildberry! I've seen the ship (+ Crunchy Chip) but barely on its own. Funny story: I once saw a reddit thread that shipped Wildberry with "CC" and I also screamed of joy because I thought it was Clotted Cream. Turned out it was Cruchy lmao.

Another favorite is Stardust Cookie. I ship him with Sea Fairy *le gasp.* Because Devsis was silent for a long time on whether Moonlight returned any feelings for Sea Fairy (we still don't really know), I didn't think Moonlight likes her back. Then, when Stardust got released, I joked that Sea Fairy might have a type (starry siblings lmao), then it got really, really serious. Also because I see both of them as depressed and I just want them to help each other through--

And another favorite is maybe Croissant or TK (don't know who I like better). I ship Croissant with String Gummy (a pretty common ship) and TK with MT. I think MTTK is literallly just lawful good x chaotic good, and I ADORE that.

I know the question is asking about fav cookie in general but I just wanted to quickly list:

Favorite Dragon: Pitaya (shipped with Hollyberry) and Lotus (shipped with Ananas)

Favorite Elemental Legendary: Wind Archer (shipped with Fire Spirit! FireWind whooo!!) or maybe Moonlight (shipped with an OC)

Man I gotta do some content for my own rarepair in this blog some time...!

[roseianxiety]

Always You

Summary: As a young boy, Virgil often swooped in to save his geeky and timid childhood best friend, Roman, from his bullies. After years have passed without seeing each other, his friend has come home from abroad and now a completely different person than before, and ready to sweep Virgil off his feet. Virgil, of course, falls head over heels for the other.

AO3 - Part 3, Part 4

Content Warning: Food mention, Swearing

Author's Note: Sorry if this was low key shit, I didn't have the energy to proofread and I wrote this while sick so, sorry in advance.

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Chapter Four

Emo music blasted from his headphones while he emptied his trash can. It was cloudy that day, and Virgil thinks that it was about to rain. He sighs tiredly, stretching his back. It was his free day which meant that he could finally get some peace and quiet but as usual, it would be the opposite of it.

He had so many things to do; doing laundry, cleaning the house, tending the plants, etc. Virgil sighed again, running a hand through his hair. He needs a break somehow.

Virgil was about to head back when someone suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring the absolute shit out of Virgil. And on instinct, he jabbed the guy in the chest, making the other stumble backward in surprise.

"Owww!"Roman exclaimed, clutching his chest, wincing in pain. "What was th..that for?"Roman asks in sheer confusion.

"You almost scared me to death! Why would you just pop up in front of me outta nowhere!?"Virgil responded defensively, glaring softly at the guy. But before Roman could answer, Virgil spoke once more. "I'm sorry, it was on instinct. Didn't mean to hurt you.".

Roman gave him a warm smile, "That's alright, Virge. It's kind of my fault anyway." He laughed sheepishly.

"Why are you here, by the way?"Virgil asks curiously. "Actually, I was going to give you something," Roman says before pulling out something from a bag (that Virgil just noticed). It was a plastic container.

"I made quite a lot of pastries last night, so I'm giving you and Mrs. Barret half of it. It ain't much, but I hope you'll enjoy them."Roman said, holding out the container. Virgil looked confused for a second but grabbed the container. Virgil glances at Roman before taking off the lid of the plastic container, revealing an assortment of pastries such as cream puffs, brownies, chocolate chip cookies, and some tiny-looking muffins. He is quite amazed too that, it all fits inside the container.

"Wow... this is a lot. You baked all of these??"Virgil asked incredulously. Roman nodded, a grin creeping its way up on his lips, and nodded to Virgil's question.

"Yeah, pretty much. I was bored, so I decided to bake some."He said, rubbing the back of his neck. "You should try it.".

Roman said, gesturing to the pastries in the other's hands. Virgil hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and picking one of the pastries and taking a bite. The taste exploded in his mouth, leaving him shocked. Virgil quickly chewed the pastry before swallowing it whole with a huge sigh of contentment.

"So, how's it?"Roman queries, eyeing Virgil's reaction. Virgil gives him a thumbs-up sign with one hand while holding the container in the other.

A large smile crept up on his face. "I love it," Virgil answered happily, feeling giddy from the taste.

"I'm glad that you liked it. Maybe, we'll bake together sometime?"Roman suggested smiling.

Virgil chuckles and shook his head in response, "As much as I'd love to, I don't know how to bake."He admitted sheepishly.

"Well, I'll teach you, no problem!"Roman declared with a determined look on his face.

"You don't have to really-"

"I insist, let me teach you, "Roman interjected. Virgil sighed. He was about to decline, but when Roman stared at him intensely with a pleading look, he sighed in defeat. "Fine. I'll let you.".

A smile broke out on Roman's face. "Great!"He exclaimed, clapping his hands excitedly. Virgil couldn't help but laugh, enjoying Roman's enthusiasm.

"Anyway, I should go back inside now, I have a shit ton of things to do. Again, thanks for the pastries."Virgil says, smiling softly at Roman before turning away to head back to his house.

Roman watches him with a small smile, but then he remembered something. He quickly calls out to Virgil before the other could even step on his porch. "Virgil, wait!–".

Virgil stops in his tracks before turning around, raising a questioning eyebrow at him.

"Can I have your number?"Roman requested shyly. Virgil smiles softly at him before nodding. "Sure.".

•=•

Virgil was finally done with his chores at long last! Hurray! Now he can rest, maybe take a nap or just scroll through Tumblr or anything else really.

He was nibbling on a chocolate chip cookie as he plops down on his bed, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. There weren't any new notifications... well, except for one. It was a message from Roman.

Virgil snorts in amusement at that.

He opens the notification and checks the message, reading the words written there.

'Hey, Virge!! This js Roman btw'

'I can finally contact you now :D!'

'Wait, lemme change ur contact name'

*Unknown changed your nickname to Emo Dark Lord 🌩️💜*

*Unknown changed their nickname to Princey 👑✨*

A smile slowly crept up on Virgil's lips, unknowingly while he reads through the messages. Roman spammed him with various messages and even sent him some pictures of the pastries he baked. Not long enough, he decided to reply to him.

‹sup›

‹sorry for late reply, was bc›

‹hey that looks delicious›

It didn't even take a minute, Roman already replied to his messages. Virgil wonders if the other had waited long for him to reply.

'Virgil!!! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+'

'U finslly replied!'

'*finally'

'how r uuu (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) ???'

Virgil snickers slightly at Roman's use of emojis, they were... quite cute and of fucking course the other would use it.

‹am good just finished doin'choress›

‹wbu›

It takes a minute or two for Roman to reply.

'just finished doing chores too (￣∇￣)'

'Im bored typing, Can I face time you????'

Virgil didn't even get to reply to his message when his phone suddenly began to ring and vibrate in his grasp, surprising him. He sat up properly and tried to make himself look presentable before answering the call.

"Heyyy, Princey..."Virgil says rather awkwardly, waving at Roman through the phone. Roman grinned excitedly and waved back eagerly.

"Hello, Virge!!"The other greeted cheerfully in response. Virgil could imagine a tail wagging behind Roman in excitement like that of a dog (specifically a golden retriever).

"You're awfully cheerful, Roman. What's really up?"Virgil teases Roman. He did notice how Roman was cheerful, now he's quite curious to know the reason behind it.

Roman shrugged. "Nothing really. Just... feeling giddy, you know?". Roman explained, smiling at Virgil. The latter nods knowingly in understanding.

"Anyway, are you in your room? Can you show me around??"Roman gasps dramatically. Virgil freezes up and looks around his room before looking back at Roman and grimaces slightly. "Uhhhh.... my room's a mess right now.".

"Oh come on! Pretty please?? I won't judge."Roman pleaded, giving Virgil puppy eyes. Virgil rolled his eyes and sighed. Goddammit with Roman and his puppy eyes, that shouldn't have worked on him.

"Ughh, fine. If you ever judge me, I will go to your house and choke you to death."Virgil groans, giving in to Roman's pleading.

Roman gasps loudly with wide eyes, a look of horror on his face. "Oh prisparmiami, Virgil (Oh, please spare me, Virgil)!"Roman cries out dramatically in Italian. Virgil has no clue what it means but just goes with the other. He laughs slightly at Roman's theatrics.

Virgil giggles before getting up from his bed, "Alright, I'll show you my room now.". He turns the camera of his phone and walks around his room, letting Roman see it. Roman gasps and awes at the sight of his bedroom.

"Your room is really cool! And wow, you have a lot of posters. Now I'm quite jealous– Oh. My. Gosh–"

Virgil's eyebrows furrow a bit when he heard Roman gasp like he had seen something worth shocking for.

"What?"Virgil queries confused and curious.

"Is-Is that A ‘THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS’ POSTER!??!!"Roman shrieks excitedly.

Virgil blinks confused. "Uhhh… yeah?…"

"No fucking wayyy! I've tried to find that poster but I didn't find one online for some reason. I even went through eBay and Wish! " Roman rambles off.

"It's probably sold out or something. Got mine recently on a garage sale." Virgil teases, a smirk on his lips. "What? You jealous?".

Roman lets out an offended gasp, clutching a chest and shaking his head rapidly. "Noooooooooo!!!! Pssh, why would I be jealous over some poster?? I have plenty of posters in my room too." He said defensively.

"Uh huh," Virgil replied, still smirking. "You're jealous over my awesome poster." He continued teasingly. Roman glares softly at him through the phone before sighing in defeat. "Alright, fine. I surrender. Your poster's really cool and I want it." Roman admitted.

Virgil raises an amused eyebrow at Roman's admission, and soon enough, he was bursting into laughter. Roman doing the same as well.

"Oh my gosh, what are we even doing? This is ridiculous. We're a bunch of idiots." Virgil says between fits of laughter. When Virgil stopped laughing, he looked at Roman who smiled at him happily.

"What're you looking at, Princey?" He queries with a soft giggle, trying hard not to laugh again. Roman just grins widely and replies. "You. You look adorable when you laugh, you should do it more often.".

At those words, Virgil felt butterflies erupt in his stomach. Why? Why does he feel so damn warm all of a sudden? Before Virgil could say something stupid like, 'You think I'm adorable?', he hears knocking at his door followed by Mrs. Barret's voice.

"Sweetie, are you there? Dinner's ready." She said softly through the door. Virgil responded quickly, "Yeah, Mom. I'll be there in a minute.". He then turned back to his phone. " I- uh, gotta go eat dinner now. I'll talk to you later, okay?".

Roman nodded. "Okay. See ya Virgil." He says softly, Virgil notices that he looked a bit disappointed but he didn't point it out. Virgil gave a brief nod in return before hanging up the call. He stands there in the middle of his room, trying to figure out why he feels odd. Maybe it's because Roman said that he looks adorable especially when he smiled. But that doesn't make sense, he only said it to tease him and he doesn't even actually look adorable.

Virgil sighs to himself as he decides that he will just try and ignore it. For now. He shook his head before heading out of his room to the kitchen. Maybe the food will distract him from all of this mushy feeling.

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[lovelyfanatical]

I Get a Sugar Rush Whenever I’m With You - Chapter 4.2

Good evening fellow Drukkari stans, or whatever time it is for you! I come bearing the next installment! If you missed the last one, you can find it here, or start over from the beginning here. Sidenote: Should I make a post with all the mini-chapters? I don't know if that's helpful, but let me know. Anyway, 'without further ado, here's '70s week continues! What new surprises await our competitors? Find out now in the next installment of Drukkari in the Great British Bake Off, with special guest star, Darcy Lewis!

Despite his best efforts, Druig hadn’t gotten much better at technicals. It certainly didn’t help that this week, the challenge involved making ice cream, something he hadn’t had a chance to do prior to the competition. While the process itself wasn’t too difficult, the judges had declared his peppermint ice cream too minty. Even at his worst, Druig usually nailed flavors. He may not have been in last place, but the entire challenge had been quite stressful, and the feedback had hit him right where it hurt. Needless to say, he was in no mood to be interviewed, another skill he hadn’t improved much over the last few weeks. But the show must go on, proverbially and literally, and as always, he found himself standing in front of a large camera crew about to talk about his most recent failure.

To say that it wasn’t going so well would be the understatement of the year. Druig was often terse, but today, it was all he could do to resist the urge to just glare directly into the camera. It wasn’t long before Darcy hesitantly uttered, “Why don’t we take a two-minute pause?”

“Right, sure,” he replied, trying and failing to not sound annoyed. At this, she sped off somewhere while he turned to look at the scenery. He tried to get his brooding out before the camera started rolling again. Two minutes went by in an instant, and Druig braced himself as he turned back around. Much to his surprise, Darcy was returning with Makkari and Kingo in tow. At his questioning expression, she quickly signed, I don’t know what’s happening either, before they came to a stop in front of him.

“Okay, we’re going to try something different, so just go with me here,” Darcy began. “Instead of me interviewing you, Makkari’s going to stand behind the camera and ask the questions, and you’ll answer her like you’re just having a regular conversation between friends.”

“Should I sign my answers?” he asked.

“Well, for continuity’s sake, I’d say no. But if it makes you feel more comfortable, go for it.”

After a brief conversation with Makkari and Kingo, the cameras were rolling once again. They started over from the beginning, with Makkari asking the questions and Druig speaking and signing his answers. Darcy and Kingo hung back, watching the monitor. Interviews had been a painfully awkward process for Druig, turning minutes into what felt like ages. But with Makkari, the minutes flew by. Before he knew it, they were out of talking points, and Darcy was calling out, “I think we got it! Thanks!”

As they walked away, Druig bumped Makkari’s shoulder in a silent “thanks.” She returned the gesture, and even before turning his head to look at her, Druig knew she was smiling. Of course, the moment was interrupted by Kingo, who had been trailing after them but jogged in front of Makkari to say, “You know, I suggested having you interview him as a joke. I didn’t think they’d actually do it!”

Wow, exploiting our friendship to get in with the higher-ups? Makkari said, her smile turning into a mocking smirk.

“I just said it was a joke!” he responded. But after a moment, he continued, “Do you think Darcy will promote me if I keep giving her ideas?”

“Don’t you have a marketing job to get back to?” Druig interjected.

“Yeah, but—”

I thought you were an aspiring actor, Makkari cut in.

“I’ll have you know I was a featured extra in an episode of Doctor Who, so I’m not aspiring to be an actor; I am an actor! And second, I won’t need a day job if I get a big break here!” The teasing this statement prompted lasted all the way back to the shuttle.

-

Their unusual interview had not gone unnoticed by the others. At dinner, they demanded an explanation, and with the sign competition still going as well, Druig let Makkari tell the story. She did so with plenty of enthusiasm, though he filled in when all three of their friends started to look confused.

So Kingo and I follow Darcy over to where the cameras are set up, and Druig’s standing there moping—

While it may have been true, he had to object to this description. “I was not moping. That’s how I always look.”

You were definitely moping, which is why Darcy turned around and said that I would be the one interviewing Druig, she explained to the group.

“Wow, they’re really putting you and Kingo to work,” Dane responded, signing clumsily where he could.

“Yeah, I feel like you should be getting paid for that,” Sersi added with a grin.

“So why were you moping, Druig? You didn’t do that bad,” Ajak asked.

“No reason, really,” he replied with a shrug. When the others stayed silent and Makkari watched him carefully, he sighed and continued. “I’m just usually good with my flavors, but today, they said my ice cream tasted like bland toothpaste.”

“That was pretty harsh,” Dane conceded.

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much. They loved your mango upside down cake this morning,” Ajak said.

“Thanks, but that would mean more coming from someone who didn’t win the technical,” Druig responded cheekily, causing her to roll her eyes and wave him off in mock exasperation.

“I’m with Ajak. You shouldn’t beat yourself up about it. Mint is always tricky to balance,” Sersi interjected.

“Thank you, Sersi.”

“Speaking of winners, did you pick one for the other competition? I’m assuming it’s not me,” Dane asked.

Oh yes, a winner was chosen hours ago, Makkari replied with a smirk.

“Well, who is it?” Ajak demanded.

“After much deliberation, the winner is… Karun!” Druig joked, which elicited groans from Ajak and Sersi and giggles from Makkari. Once she had gathered herself again, Makkari announced, The winner is Sersi!

Sersi seemed genuinely surprised, even as Dane and Druig offered their congratulations. Ajak, however, was not readily accepting of this outcome.

“I demand a redo! Do I not know more signs than Sersi?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m confused,” Sersi agreed.

The rules were whoever learns the most sign language in a week wins. Ajak may know more, but she had a head start. Sersi has come much further in a week, Makkari explained. Besides, Ajak’s definitely going to get Star Baker this week, so she doesn’t need the win.

While it still took some convincing, Ajak eventually conceded victory to Sersi.

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Congrats to Sersi! 🎉🎉🎉Hm, our group is getting a bit small, though, isn't it? Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Part 13

[coconurt]

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAR FRIEND @owlfacenightkit !!!! I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH BESTIE 💞💖💕💝

Here, I wrote you a lil something :3 I hope you like it!!

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"Alright, one chocolate, one strawberry, and one mint chip." The lady behind the ice cream cart set the frozen desserts down with a practiced movement and accepted the wrinkled wad of cash Sasha gave her.

With a quick smile, Sasha thanked the vendor and walked back towards where she'd left her girls. Balancing three cups of ice cream in her hands at once was a bit of a challenge, but she managed.

Once she was sure she wasn't going to drop her precious cargo, she tilted her face upwards, savoring the feeling of the sunshine on her face. It was a mild April day, one of those precious few meant to be enjoyed before the LA summer sun came along and burnt everything to a crisp.

Which was exactly why she had dragged her two oldest friends along for a relaxing day at the park.

She heard Anne before she saw her, over at the outdoor chess tables.

A shout of, "Again?! How?!" echoed conspicuously through the park, shortly followed by, "HOW did you do that?!".

Sasha found the other girl engaged in a boisterous game with an older gentleman she was pretty sure Anne had never met before. It was a pretty amusing sight, to say the least.

Anne was too busy loudly protesting the seizure of her knight to notice Sasha's approach. Barely even slowing as she passed, the blonde simply slipped her her styrofoam cup and moved on.

Now to find Marcy. She wasn't on the bench where Sasha had left her, which was only slightly suspicious. She mentally shrugged and rounded a corner, past a swing set and a few hedges.

And, there she was. Sasha smiled warmly at the sight. Even after everything, in some ways, Marcy hadn't changed a bit.

She was sitting cross-legged on the grass, in an open spot away from the main walkway. Two crows ambled around remarkably close to her, evidently not frightened of her in the slightest. They were pecking at little pieces of granola bar Marcy had obviously given them. She watched them intently, her phone dangling loosely from one hand. Upbeat music struggled from the phone's speakers, the sound tinny but audible.

Sasha tiptoed closer, trying to be stealthy and failing. Marcy didn't look up. The shiny black birds considered her warily, but stayed where they were.

"Hey, Marce," Sasha whispered in greeting. "You make some new friends?"

Marcy smiled then, finally acknowledging Sasha's presence, but still didn't tear her eyes away from her birds.

"Yep!" she replied, popping the P. "At least, I think so. These two seem to remember me. Which. Cool."

"Wow, so you know these two in particular?"

"Mm-hm! I've been interacting with them for maybe a month now."

Sasha sunk down onto the grass beside Marcy and passed the other girl her ice cream.

"Ooo! Mint chip, thanks Sash!" Marcy quickly shoveled a large scoop into her mouth and shut her eyes in bliss. When she reopened them, she turned her head and peeked at Sasha shyly.

"Do you… wanna hear more about crows?" she asked around a mouthful of ice cream.

"Always," she answered immediately. Marcy's face lit up.

"Okay okay so!" She swallowed. "Their binomial name is Corvus brachyrhynchos, also known as the American crow!"

She went on, excitedly moving her hands as she spoke. "These are extremely intelligent birds. In studies, they've been shown to have the capacity to remember human faces!"

Sasha cracked a small, genuine smile at that. "That's really cool. Got any other interesting crow facts?"

Marcy thought for a moment. "Hm… OH! Did you know they have the same brain-weight-to-body ratio as humans? Amazing right?!"

"Wow! Yeah, that is pretty amazing, Mar." Lost in thought, she absent-mindedly rubbed the scar on her cheek with a fingertip, then reminded herself to stop. She glanced down at Marcy's phone, which was now lying in the grass and still playing some chipper electropop song. "So… what's that for? The music, I mean."

"Oh! Yeah, I had the thought one day to play some music for these guys, and they seem to like it," she answered simply and shrugged.

The song playing ended with a smooth final chord, and another started. Sasha tilted her head and considered the lyrics.

~Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I can't even take it in, Oh, oh, I left my heart in Metropolis…~

"Heh, makes sense," she chuckled. Marcy turned her head and looked at her quizzically.

Sasha blushed. "Owl City… for the crows…" She gestured vaguely to the phone. "Ya know… fits the bird theme…"

She trailed off awkwardly. The other girl blinked at her once, twice, then snorted.

"You're such a dork, Sash," Marcy chuckled.

The blood rose in Sasha's cheeks, but not in a way she really minded. She huffed out a laugh and rubbed the back of her neck self-consciously.

"Pfft, yeah whatever…"

They sat after that for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying their rapidly-melting ice cream and Marcy's Owl City playlist. Marcy resumed telling the other girl bird facts as soon as she finished eating, and Sasha laid back on her elbows and listened.

Eventually though, one of the birds apparently grew tired of granola and strutted over to the two of them. It ducked and bobbed its head, eyeing them curiously.

Sasha grinned and propped herself up. "Hey Mar-mar, I think your friend wants something."

Marcy's smile was radiant. She leaned forward, slowly offering her hand to the bird like she would to a shy cat. "Hey there, friend," she cooed. "S'okay, I'm not gonna hurt ya!"

The sleek animal croaked at her in response. Beady black eyes regarded her a moment longer, then with a smooth flap of its wings, it hopped upwards to perch on Marcy's outstretched wrist. Temporarily stunned, Marcy's arm dipped from the sudden unexpected weight, but she quickly recovered and sat rigidly still.

Both girls stared, open-mouthed. After a few moments, though, Marcy broke the silence by releasing a sound that was very obviously a suppressed squeal.

"Sasha!" she hissed. "Sash, are you seeing this?!"

Sasha broke out of her shock just enough to think to hit record. "Oh, yeah. Sure am."

She plunged her hand into her pocket and whipped out her phone just in time to record Marcy's avian friend pecking at the drawstring of her Saint James hoodie and trying to pull the plastic tip off, Marcy giggling uncontrollably the entire time.

Oh, she was definitely sending this to Anne later. If it was even possible, the grin on her face grew even wider.

Yeah, park day had definitely been a good idea.

[uenodivision]

As the day was winding down, so was the birthday of a very special woman in the city of Ueno. Shisuta was sitting comfortably on her couch, reading a novel and just generally the peaceful atmosphere of her home. Just as she was about to turn the page, the doorbell to her home sound throughout her house. Setting her book down, she lifted herself off the couch and walked towards the door, opening it, she was greeted by a friendly face.

Sayaka Miyuki of Saitama stood on the outside much to the Nun’s surprise, in her arms were three gifts of varying sizes. “Happy birthday!” She cheered, after being invited in. “Kisouna told me it was your birthday today so I wanted to give you something! Kureha and Lola also pitched in, we really hope you like it!” She helped set the presents on the table and gave the other woman a beaming smile, “I wish I can stay but it is quite late and I actually just got off my shift at the detective agency, I’ll be going now, once again, happy birthday!” And with that, the Saitama Division Leader left.

Bidding the brunette woman farewell, she gently closed the door and turned back to the gifts sitting on the table. Picking up one, she noticed that it was from Sayaka. She also found that it was quite soft in texture and carefully peeled off the wrapping paper to find a newly made throw pillow.

Pleasantly surprised at such a wonderful gift, Shisuta smiled and placed it neatly on the couch. It fit perfectly. Moving on to the next present, this one, she noticed, was from Kureha.

It was a simple tea and mug set, along with some herbs and spices but judging from the craftsmanship of the box it was in, it seemed to be homemade. Shisuta smiled and placed the box gently back on the table, she was actually thinking of making some tea before the doorbell rang so this was nicely timed gift.

Moving on to the last and smallest present, this one was from Lola. Shisuta was shocked to find a beautifully crafted ring with a cross and a rose onto it, Shisuta wasn’t one for jewelry or material items as such but even she can’t help but to marvel at it. Gingerly setting it down, she looked to find that there was only a card left, picking it up and opening it, she felt her heart warm at the message.

‘Happy Birthday, Shisuta!’

— From, Femme Fatale

The Catholic nun felt tears well up in her eyes as she looked at all of the gifts the Saitama team had presented her. It was truly very nice and kind of each of them. Quickly wiping her eyes, she looked as Aranai, her team leader and daughter, came from the other room.

"Who was that at this time of the night?" Aranai asked, cocking an eyebrow. Looking at all of the gifts that were on the living room table, the SC leader raised her eyebrows and walked closer to them.

"Wow, who's all this from?"

"Sayaka-san, as well as Lola-san and Kureha-chan." Shisuta answered as she picked up the pillow from Sayaka and was already placing it in the center of her living room sofa. Aranai looked at the ring Lola had gifted her surrogate mother and whistled as it certainly looked nice. Handing it off to the Catholic nun, she looked as she slipped it onto one of her fingers and noticed that it was a perfect fit. The daughter couldn't help but give a small smile as her mother liked it.

"This was so nice of them. I'll have to be sure to write them all a thank-you note."

Looking at the tea set Kureha gifted her, she smiled as she read what was on the mug and picked up the entire display.

"I think I'll have myself a nice cup of tea before bed." She looked back at Aranai with a smile. "Care to join me, Aranai-chan?"

The former Bōsōzoku grimaced as her mother offered her a cup. Truthfully, she didn't mind tea, but it often tasted too bland for her tastes. But since it was her mother, she felt it would be rude to refuse. Sighing, she nodded as she walked towards the kitchen.

"Got any cream or sugar to add with it?"

[yournaothings]

A Little Bit of Fun Won't Hurt

((Aye, dark themes in this one. Nightmare Sans shows up to play with his food. There's lots of violence, too.))

((Also, I wrote this like... about six months ago. Be aware that these posts received NO beta. Still, I hope you enjoy!))

The Underfell Universe was bright and sunny today; monsters and humans were gathered at the park, enjoying the nice weather. Many were playing outdoor games, feeding the ducks, or even drawing on the sidewalks with chalk. 

This is where Sans found Atara when he went on break. It was later in the morning, so the heat of the day hadn't hit just yet.  Atara was in the middle of a crowd of children, Frisk being there as well, drawing with their chalk.  Atara would even add musical lyrics to some of her drawings, some suggested by the children, some she thought would look good with her art work. Frisk would add in her own masterpieces, but made sure not to overlap her friend's work. 

Atara was very talented! Frisk always requested the young woman to draw her with Monster Kid, both Frisk and Monster Kid ecstatic to have a self portrait of them they could hang up!  Atara had entered into many art contests, and even offered some of her pieces at auctions; whatever money was raised from her work would be donated to school events or non-profit organizations.  

There was no doubt about it; Atara was an angel sent from the stars. 

Sans sighed dreamily-

"What do you think, Red?" 

Snapping out of his daze, Sans realized that he had been spotted by his favorite human.  Atara sat on her knees, her clothes covered in chalk, dirt, and grass. Her hands were dusted with the chalk and pebbles from the sidewalk, her face had a few chalk marks here and there- she looked so adorable.  "yes, perfect."  He answered, without even knowing what Atara was asking about- he watched her smile brightly at him then glance down at her work of art with pride.  "I think so too! Too bad it won't stay very long." 

Sans peered down at the sidewalk, realizing that she had been asking about her art work and not how she looked. His cheeks darkened with his blush, and he was quick to shake off his embarrassment- missing how Frisk threw a knowing grin towards him.  "r-right. but, we can always come back and put something else in its place."  Atara nodded, smiling happily. She set her chalk down before jumping up and hurrying over to hug her best skelly friend.  "Are you on break?" She asked, peering up at him, her brow quirked at her question, her smile so stunning Red could feel his soul flutter.  

"y-yea. just for about ten more minutes. wanted to see you before i had to go back to work." He admitted, his own arms wrapped snugly around her, keeping her close to him. He wanted to so badly lean down and nuzzle into her hair.  "You're so sweet~"  Atara cooed, her soul blossomed with joy, she felt so lucky to have a great friend like Sans.  

The two decided to grab some Nice Cream before Sans had to go back to work. The two shared one Nice Cream cone, Atara giggling with Sans accidentally gave himself a brain freeze from eating too much too quickly. "Oof, that sucks!" Atara giggled, seeing Sans cringe at the frozen headache he was dealing with now.  "I know you like ice cream a waffle lot, but you should chill." 

The frozen headache seemed to go away as soon as Atara dropped two puns at once, and he couldn't have been any more proud of her.  He cackled and sent her a knowing grin.  "wow, those were good. i cone-gradulate you." 

Atara giggled; "What can I say? I'm such a softie for ice cream!" She winked at him- that one she knew was bad.  "hehe, sounds like you're losing cone-trol!" He snickered.  "Ah, whatever; just get to the pint." She smirked, both slowly inching closer to one another.  "you and I were mint to be~"  Atara cooed at that one, "Good one; but most of the ice cream puns are vanilla." She was running out of pun ideas. Sans snickered, "nah, not really. what's the snobbiest ice cream?" Atara was a bit taken back by the change of pace with his puns, but got past her surprise and asked; "What?"  "popsicles, because they always have a stick up their ass." 

This one had Atara cackling, all while accidentally brushing the ice cream cone against her cheek; the cold from the sweet treat made her gasp through her laughter.  "Shoot-"  "i've got it." Sans was tempted to lap at the ice cream that was on her cheek, but he pushed the temptation back, and instead reached up to wipe away the cream with his finger.  "there you go." 

"Get a room!" Frisk called, teasing Sans and Atara, who jolted in place when Frisk yelled at them, turned to look at each other before quickly looking away with blushes on their faces. "No you!" Was Atara's embarrassed comeback, which sent Frisk into a fit of giggles.  Atara clicked her tongue and shook her head at the mischievous child. "shit," Sans cursed as he checked the time on his phone.  "gotta go, sweetheart." Atara turned to Sans and pouted.  "Alright. I'll let you know if we're still here when you're finished with work. Maybe we can all go out as a group!" She suggested, and Sans hoped that the others would decline so he could have Atara all to himself.  "y-yea. i'd like that. well, i'll see you after." With that, Sans disappeared from beside Atara's side, going back to work. Atara finished the rest of the cone and went back to drawing with the children.

…

It was about an hour later when a skeleton who resembled Sans showed up. His bare skeletal foot landed softly in the grass beside a puddle of paint that somebody accidentally spilled. The skeleton gasped in delight as he glanced around the park- so many people! So much art! His ever changing eye lights absorbed each and every person and monster that took up the park to enjoy the sunny day. A yellow diamond in one eye socket, the other with an exclamation mark appeared. The skeleton was surprised to find a particular human laughing alongside Underfell's ambassador; Frisk. 

Atara Sol was friends with Frisk! That meant....

"They're living in the Pacifist!" The skeleton stranger cheered as he began to make his way towards the young woman, wanting to introduce himself and get to know her. She was a very special human! One who has a great future ahead! He wanted to be involved when she grew into a beautiful and powerful-  "In-nnkk!"  

Gasping, said skeleton glanced behind him to find his arch nemesis chasing after him. "Uh oh! Better lose him first!" 

Monsters and humans all gasped and yelled when Ink quickly ran past them, accidentally causing some to fall over or art pieces to be ruined.  "S-Sorry! I'll make it up to you~!" He called back, earning the attention of the human woman he had wanted to bug. 

Atara sat up from having been stretched out over her massive art project to barely catch Ink running away, just before the other strange skeleton stomped through and damaged a piece of her beautiful picture.  "Hey! Watch where you're going!" She yelled at him. The skeleton skid to a stop and cursed under his breath, seeing that Ink had managed to escape him once again.  "S-Son of a-a-a b-bitch!" 

"You best watch your language, there are children present." 

Error Sans turned to glare at the woman who dared talk to him so rudely.  "G-Get lost-st, h-huma-an." He snapped, eyes narrowing as he glared at her. Atara wasn't intimidated at all, in fact; she raised a brow, her lips lifting into a grin. She pointed at the Sans lookalike and asked;  "What's up with your face?" 

Error Sans stared at the woman, his glare falling as he gave her an unimpressed stare- who the fuck was this chick, anyway?  "I'm being serious!" She chuckled, more to herself- she wasn't laughing at him. "Seriously! What's going on?" She leans closer, pointing to the strange lines trailing down his cheeks from the bottom of his eyes sockets. Her eyes then shifted to the strange ERROR glitches that hovered all around him. There was so much going on with this guy's image, was this all done by his magic? Also, "And why do you look a lot like Red?" 

Knowing who she was referring to, Error rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.  "I'm-m just anothe-er ver-version of-f-f your-r-r s-sa-ans-s." 

Atara's eyes widened as she leaned back in shock at his speech. This guy had a serious case of speech deficiency! That, or maybe.. Maybe it had to do with his magic?  "Wait-" She suddenly realized what he had just said.  "Another version? What does that mean?" Error sighed heavily, he hated explaining this to humans, they never understood-   He gave her an irritated grin, his fingers twitching with the want to just string this woman up and play with her until her usefulness was drained from her. But, he resisted the urge and started to explain;  "I'm su-sure you're unaw-unaware of Alt-Alternate Universes-s, bu-ut there ar-re countless-s vers-versions of-f your-your S-Sans-s, with-th dif-dif-different per-personalities-s-s." 

"My-My na-ame is-s Er-Error-or Sa-San-ns-s, the De-Destroy-Destroyer-r of A-AU's-s." His grin turning wicked as he finished explaining, expecting this woman to run away, scared; instead her eyes widen in wonderment, the idea of other Sans'- "So, there are other Sans' and Papyrus'?" She grins as she thinks of all the other versions of her skeleton boys. "That's pretty sweet!" She glances down at Error, seeing as she was taller than him-  "Well, it's nice to meet you, Error Sans! My name is Atara!" She holds her hand out for him to take, only for Error to stare at the horrid outstretched hand as if it was going to bite him if he touched it. 

Fortunately, another skeletal hand reaches out to take Atara's, startling both Atara and Error-

"It's nice to finally meet you, Atara! I'm Ink Sans!"  Ink's skeletal hand takes Atara's and he shakes it in greeting. Atara and Error are shocked in silence; Error irritated as fuck that Ink had the nerve to show back up, while Atara tried to figure out where this new Sans lookalike came from.  

"I've been watching you from my home! And I've got to say, you're one of my favorite humans thus far! I'm just so ecstatic to finally see Underfell in a successful Pacifist run! I've waited for such a long time, but Frisk never allowed the Universe to make it this far!" 

Frisk suddenly was behind Atara, her hands holding onto the back of Atara's pants,  peeking around to stare up at the soulless skeleton.  Ink sent a creepy look down at Frisk for a moment- blink and you'd miss it. Unfortunately for Frisk, Atara had glanced towards Error with an unsure look, before glancing at Ink again.  By then, Ink was smiling back at Atara once more.  "Um well, it's nice to meet you too, Ink. Are you another version of Red?"  

Ink's grin widened as he leaned in closer to Atara, the poor girl starting to lean back slowly, glancing at Error in mild concern for what was about to happen. Error sighed, the sound glitching too.  "I'm-I'm not help-helping you-you." Error grumbled as he stepped back, but side eyed Ink, ready to attack if Ink even tried to do anything stupid. 

"I'm from an abandoned Alternate Universe, but I live in the Doodle Sphere! I am another version of Sans, but I'm a Guardian-"  

"More like a menace to AU's." Error added with a flat, irritated tone. 

"Oh, Error!" Ink laughed, waving off Error's comment.  "I protect the Alternate Universes!" 

Atara glanced down at Frisk for a moment, feeling her tug on her pant leg.  "Hey, what's the matter, Frisk? Why don't you finish up the picture?" Frisk peered up at Ink and Error, seeing the scary looks the two were giving her; she whimpers and hides behind Atara again. "I-I don't want to leave you with them."  Behind Atara, Ink and Error's eye sockets darkened as they stared down at the little girl. Atara hummed when she saw Frisk flinch, then glance behind her at Ink and Error, both skeleton boys no longer looking scary. 

"I'll be okay, Frisk." Atara said as she turned her attention back down at Frisk. "Go have fun, I'll be okay. Besides, Red will be here soon, right? If anything happens, he'll be here." She smiled, but Frisk had a strange feeling bubbling in her gut- 

"Oh yeah! You're really talented!" Ink says as he glances over at the countless drawings Frisk and Atara had finished.  "You should finish that last one though, like Atara said~" Ink sends an intimidating grin to Frisk, who flinches back again, but with a little encouragement from Atara, sighed and went to do just that. Once the two skeletons turned their attention back at Atara, Frisk pulled out her phone and sent a text to Sans,

"Ink Sans and Error Sans are here, talking to Atara." 

Now, all she had to do was wait for the over-protective skeleton to show up and teach these two lame skeletons a thing or two. Frisk grins at the thought of Sans rushing in to sweep Atara off her feet, then maybe those two would finally get together! Maybe Sans will confess to Atara, finally!

Meanwhile...

"So, how many AU's are there?" Atara asks now that Frisk wandered back over to their drawing they had been working on before Error stepped over the picture. Error jolted in place, his eye sockets widened and he spun around to grab Ink by his sash hanging on his shoulder.  "Don't-Don't you da-dare!"  Ink raised his hand up to rub the back of his skull, laughing at Error's anger.  "I'm not doing anything wrong! Besides, you're the one who started telling Atara about the AU's~"  Ink grinned slyly, his eye sockets narrowing when Error paused as he thought about this, then- "F-Fuu-uuckk!"  

Atara was confused, but couldn't help the snickering that left her at the two skeletons bickering.  Error let go of Ink while he threw his little temper tantrum, letting Ink turn his attention back to Atara.  "Anyway~! Want to go see the AU's~?" His sly smile returned, only brightening when Atara nodded excitedly. "That would be so awesome!" 

"Wh-Wha-at-t?!" Error snarled, his eyes corrupting as he started to glitch too much. Ink laughed and summoned his giant paint brush, Broomie.  "Come on! Let's go before Error catches us~!" Grabbing Atara's hand, Ink pulled her along, his other hand brought down Broomie towards the ground, paint smudging along the grass.  "Wait, what are you-?!" Atara shrieked when Ink pulled her along, jumping into the paint puddle, transporting them both into the Doodle Sphere...

Ink landed on solid ground, letting Atara's hand go; the young woman glanced around, unsure if there was more to this place or...?  

"Welcome to the Doodle Sphere! My home!" Ink cheered, smiling excitedly, his eye lights changing different colors and shapes. "And these," Ink started to say, turning away from Atara and raised his hand. Atara gazed up and stared in wonder while sheets of paper floated down, all of them attached to strings it looked like.  "Are the AU's!" Taking Atara's hand again, Ink nearly dragged her over to stand in the middle of the papers, his free hand lifting and he pointed to different ones. 

"That one is where you're from; Underfell!" He pointed to another;  "That one is Underswap, and that one is the original AU, Undertale!"  There were so many different Alternate Universes, Atara couldn't believe her eyes. Surely, if there were different versions of her skeleton boys, did that mean there were different versions of herself? Were other Atara's living the same way she did or differently? 

Atara didn't get the chance to ask this question, Error chose this moment to jump out of his portal and shoot blue strings at both her and Ink, sending them flying high above the solid ground- which Atara couldn't tell where the ground sat- everything was white all around. The AU's lifted away high above Atara while Error attacked Ink. The soulless skeleton broke free from his bindings and dodged all of Error's attacks, one of them being his Gaster Blasters- Atara jolted in her own bindings, gasping at how cool the blasters looked. 

"You-You assho-ole-ole!" Error screeched at Ink, getting angry at the slippery skeleton as he dodged every damn hit Error threw at him. Atara could even hear Ink cackling every now and again, the skeleton summoning Broomie yet again to paint a patch of pink paint along the floor to jump into. Atara glanced around, looking for where Ink had disappeared to, the girl hardly was scared for her life. This was just so freaking cool! What a rush of excitement! If she had known this was a thing years ago, she would have tried to find a way to travel the Alternate Universes! 

Error was also looking for Ink, screaming and yelling out after the damn menace.  "Where-Where di-id you-u go-o?!" 

A brown scarf fell in front of Atara's face, that being the only warning; Ink grabbed onto her bindings and snapped them in half, before catching her into his arms so she wouldn't fall at the height she was at. "Gotcha!" He grinned down at her, watching her wide, excited eyes close tightly and she held onto Ink, all while laughing, excitedly. As Ink landed, Atara could see Error behind them, screeching and cursing at Ink, his blue strings lashing out and reaching for the two of them.  "Pu-ut th-he huma-an dow-wn!" Error screeched, his strings reached the two, only to fall flat on the ground as Ink jumped out of the way, barely escaping the blue strings. 

"Nice one, but what exactly are you two fighting, again?" She snickered, actually wondering what Ink did to piss off Error.  "Oh," Ink snickered, glancing away with a sly grin.  "He doesn't like it when I bring humans or other anomalies to the Doodle Sphere~"  Atara got the impression that Ink liked to create chaos and piss off Error just for fun. She could see why Error would be pissed off, but he made things so easy to mess with him.  "Poor Error~" She cooed, now peeking over Ink's shoulder. 

Error Sans seemed to stop in place and stare wide eyed after Ink- curiously, Atara turned to look in front of them both just in time to see a knife whiz by then someone's shoe connecting to Ink's face, knocking the poor skeleton back and Atara be released from Ink's hold. She yelped when gravity took over, she prepared herself to meet the ground in a painful manner. But, it never came, only another set of skeletal arms catching her; she found herself in another skeleton's arms- another Sans lookalike. This one however had some strange black liquid leaking from his eye sockets and a lecherous grin-

"Sup, toots~ Nice rack~" He cooed, teasingly, his face so close to her chest- shit, she wore a crop top today, that fit her snuggly.  "Uhh, thanks?" She offered, her face blossoming from her embarrassment.  "Hehehe, what's a human like you doing in a place like this? Spherely, you're not supposed to be here~"  He grins, Atara narrows her eyes but grins at him.  "That was terrible."  Yet, she still laughed. 

"Killer! Wh-hat the he-ell ar-are yo-ou doing-g here-e?!" Error hissed, all while sending out his blue strings, preparing to apprehend the fiend. With a grin, Killer manuevered Atara so she was tossed over his shoulder, the poor girl shrieked and tried to hold onto the new Sans as he dodged Error's attack.  "Boss said there were lots of different emotions happening here, so I dropped in to say hi!" 

"Tel-ll your boss to fu-uck off-f!" Error yelled as he summoned his Gaster Blaster-  "Whoops! Don't want to hurt our human now, do we~?" Killer grinned as he tightened his hold on Atara, the poor woman squeaking out a breathless, "our" in confusion. She gripped the back of Killer's sweater tightly, holding on for dear life; she could feel the heat from those Blasters she saw earlier. 

"Hey, fucker! Watch where you point those!" 

"Red?!" Atara gasped, she tried to look around but it was hard with her being upside down- "Hey, watch those hands, teary Sans!" She snapped when she felt Killer's hand brush along her ass and gave it a squeeze. He snickered at first, until he soaked in the nickname she gave him.  "What? Teary Sans..?" 

Killer gaped when Atara suddenly was ripped from his hold, just in time for Error's blasters released their attack. Killer was quick to dodge, and when he gathered his surroundings, found that Dream had shown up with that Underfell Sans too. Fell Sans had used his magic to snatch Atara by her soul, bringing her closer and into his arms. Killer's eyes widened as he saw the Fell Sans give Atara such a caring look- he held so much adoration for the human; Killer felt a bit jealous and decided that he was going to keep her if Boss allowed it~ 

"tara, you okay? they didn't hurt you, right?" Sans asks, holding Atara in his arms much like Killer was earlier. Atara smiled widely up at Sans, she looked unharmed, and thankfully not freaked out like Sans thought she would.  "I'm alright, Sans. Why didn't you tell me about this!? This place is amazing!" She said as she stretched her limbs out at the word "amazing."  While Sans was glad she was okay, he wasn't too impressed that she thought this was all fun. 

"shit tara, you scared the shit out of me. when frisk said you were kidnapped-" 

"I wasn't kidnapped, Red. Ink brought me here to show me the AU's!" Atara explained excitedly, her smile bright and sunny-  "Ink shouldn't have done that."  Atara's smile fell as she looked around Sans to see yet another skeleton lookalike! "Oh! Hi!" She waved cutely, her smile cutesy, it made Sans want to hold her time and nuzzle her cheeks. "I'm Atara, what's your name?" 

Dream Sans' frown flipped once Atara introduced herself, her hand held out for him to take.  "Oh," He blushed and smiled, reaching his hand to take hers in greeting.  "My name is Dream, I'm from DreamTale." He introduced himself, his aura was bright and sunny and Atara couldn't help but feel relaxed while in his presence.  "It's nice to meet you, Dream." 

Sans couldn't help but hold Atara a bit closer to his body once Dream stepped back, he was never going to let Atara out of his sight. Ever. Again. Dream smiled at both Atara and Sans, a knowing look clear on his face; he sincerely prayed to the stars that Fell Sans could be happy with this human. The poor guy definitely deserves a break. 

"Did ya forget about me?" 

Dream was tackled by Killer, the knife raised high as he brought it down to stab into Dream's shoulder. Sans took a step back, keeping Atara out of harms way while he used his magic to attack Killer. He needed Dream to help him back home, Sans didn't trust Ink, especially since inky boy stole her away.  "Dream!" Atara gasped, then threw a glare at Killer.  "Hey! Don't hurt him! He didn't do anything to you!" 

Killer jumped off of Dream before Sans' attack hit him, Dream managing to dodge Sans' attack when Killer released him.  (It was a close call.)  Killer turned to grin at Atara, raising a brow bone.  "He's too sunny and bright, and I didn't bring my sunglasses! Besides, Boss wants me to attack him~" "Boss? Like, a mafia boss or something?" Atara was so confused. Killer's grin widened, he pressed his free hand to his chest, mocking where his heart would have been if he were human. 

"So cute, my doll~"  He chuckles, his eye sockets narrowing when he heard Fell Sans growling.  "I can't wait to bring you home so you can meet the boss~"  "ya fucking freak, ya ain't taking my sweetheart away. she belongs in underfell with me." Sans growled; he was ready to go back- glancing down at Dream, the skeleton still recovering from potentially dying by Sans' blasters. "dream, its time to go-" 

Blue strings wrapped around all four of them, before they were strung up high in the Doodle Sphere. Atara glanced upwards to see all the AU's above them; Error suddenly appeared in the middle of them all, one hand controlling the strings around the four, while he held onto more that seemed to come from the ceiling above. "Di-id yo-ou for-rget abo-out me-e?!" "fuck, not this guy again." Sans grumbled, his red eye lights glancing towards his human. Atara kicked her legs out from underneath her, watching the fight, seeming to enjoy herself while hanging there. "ya okay, tara?" Sans asked, Atara glanced over at him with a mischievous grin.  "Yeah, Red. Just hanging around~" Sans' eyes widened, not believing for a moment that Atara was just so fucking calm about this. Then, he snorted, snickering at her pun.  "yeah, just hang in there, we'll get out of here in one piece."  "You bet, Red." Atara grins- her attention was suddenly pulled from Sans, Killer calling out towards her; "Wanna make a bet? First one to save Tara gets to keep her~"

Okay now, Atara was having so much fun with how everything was going, and no one was seriously injured.

But, hearing this from the teary Sans really pissed her off.  "Listen here, crying boy," Killer's grin only widened, while Dream's and Sans' eyes widened.  "No one is keeping me, nor am I someone to fight over!" She snapped, baring her teeth at the emo skeleton.  "Aw, did I make the kitty mad~? How cute~!" Killer snickered, Atara snarled and tried to swing herself over towards Killer so she could kick him.  "I'm gonna kick your emo boy ass, you damn teary eyed skeleton boy!" Killer cackled at her threats and name calling, loving her fight.  "Oh man, I really hope Boss lets me keep you around! 

"PA-AY ATTEN-ATTENTION-N-N TO-O ME-ME-E!!!" 

Atara shrieked as she was lifted higher than the skeletons, putting her out of harm's way. (Because let's face it; Error already had a soft spot for the girl. She needed to remain untouched.)  "shit, tara! hang in there!"  Sans called out, this time the pun was unintended.  "Got it!" Atara called back, not at all worried. Although, she lost her front row seat to the fight that was about to happen below. 

Before any of the skeletons could react, Ink swooped in and snapped all of the blue strings, sending everyone plummeting to the ground. Dream acted quickly, catching Atara before she could splat onto the floor of the Doodle void, setting her down gently.  "Stay behind me, Atara. I'll keep you safe, okay?" He offered her a kind smile, which was returned from the sweet girl. She nodded and remained behind Dream Sans, but did peer over his shoulders to watch the others fight. 

Ink and Error were at it again, while Sans and Killer fought against each other. Atara was actually starting to get worried for her Sans, seeing as Killer was swinging a very sharp knife at him. Her worry worsened when more appeared over Killer's shoulders, before rushing at Sans, only a few managing to cut through his jacket and shorts.  "Red!"  She gasped out, her hands raising in horror to cup either side of her face. If Sans died, Atara wouldn't know what to do! She could feel tears begin to burn her eyes, imagining the heartbreak she'd feel if she had to come home and tell Paps what happened... 

Unbeknownst to Atara, her negative feelings gave reason for yet another skeleton to show up to the fight; however, he didn't make his appearance known just yet. Only hiding in the shadow below Atara's feet where no one could see him. 

Dream glanced over his shoulder at Atara, offering her a smile; "Don't worry, Atara. I won't let your Sans get killed, okay?" She caught his gaze, eyes glistened with her tears; all she could do was nod. She was having so much fun until this emo boy showed up to cause havoc. Or maybe, Atara started to wonder, that Ink intended to cause a ruckus for the fun of it. As she watched on, she noticed the big grin Ink wore as he avoided Error's attacks, acting like it was a big game to him. He even teased and mocked Error now and again. 

Killer jumped at Sans, knife ready and ready to stab, but was unprepared for a simple punch to his cheek bone, knocking him back. He landed rough on the ground, when he lifted himself up on his hands and knees, he glared at Sans but kept his tense grin. The black ichor dripping from his sockets and tainting his once bleach white cheek bones. He looked very dangerous, eye sockets narrowing.  "Not bad, Red. But, not enough to stop me."  "come on, you sissy boy. let's get this over with, i've got plans with a mustard bottle, a cute human woman, and a sofa." Killer raised his brow bone, his grin seemingly growing just a tad bit more dangerous. If Sans didn't know any better, Killer was looking quite jealous right now.  "We'll see who wins this time. It doesn't matter anyway," Killer stands and raises his hands up while shrugging.  "I'm gonna take her  home with me, regardless." 

 Sans growled deeply before charging at Killer, his magic flaring in his left eye socket, his gaster blasters appearing behind him as he rushed Killer.  "fuck you! you're not taking my human!" Before Sans could blast the damn bastard to bits, Killer was quick on his feet and dashed at Sans, successfully cutting Sans' arm.  He meant to get Sans' side, but Sans moved just in time. Behind Killer, he could hear Atara shriek Sans' Fell name, her tone twisted in horror.  "i-it's alright, sweetheart!" Sans called out, he had been unsure at first. Thank God it was just his arm, and it wasn't a deep wound.  "i'm fine!" 

Dream took this moment to ready his bow- (where the hell did the bow come from?!) Dream aimed and released the arrow, it flinging through air- 

A black tentacle shot out from the ground and caught the cursed light arrow that had been aimed at Killer. The sudden appearance caught each and every skeletons attention, all five skeletons slowly turned and watched the tentacle retreat back into Atara's shadow below her. Atara squeaked in fright, bringing her arms close to her chest and laced her fingers together. She glanced down at her shadow that seemed to have gotten darker than the last time she had seen it. Then, she slowly raised her gaze to meet each and every skeleton's eye lights. The last one she met was Sans, and the look of horror on Sans' face made her heart drop into her stomach. 

"Atara, quickly now. Come closer!" Dream said in alarm, his hand held out for her to take. He wasn't too far away, just an arm's length away. She reached to take his hand, only to pull away when something- no, someone appeared between herself and Dream. He was so damn close, Atara had to take a few steps back, gasping at the way his aura felt. He was bad, if she had to guess by the way he seemed to radiate more darker feelings. Quite the opposite of Dream, that's for sure. 

"Nightmare!" Dream hissed, jumping back and breaking his bow in half to hold... Twin swords? (Okay, now that was fucking cool.) "What are you doing here?!" Atara could hear Killer snickering, then waved at the gooey, black skeleton that stood between Atara and Dream.  "Hiya, boss~"  "Boss?" Atara gasped, her wide green eyes stared at the back of the skeleton's skull, and as he slowly turned to look at her, her green irises met a singular, eerily, battle blue iris. His grin stretched further, his singular eye light (much different than the other skeletons' eye lights) dipped down before slowly shifting upwards; he was sizing her up! She would have been pissed off, but a shiver ran up her spine, making her body tremble as it did so.  

The negative emotions, the fear that Atara was radiating was intoxicating; yes. This human was the reason for his arrival. Nightmare hadn't planned to show up at all, just letting Killer have all the fun. But, the moment he felt a human's fear of losing someone so dear to them... He just had to come see for himself; he was not disappointed. 

"Atara Sol from Underfell. I usually feel anger from you, but this fear~" Nightmare made a show of breathing her in and sighed pleasantly.  "It's refreshing~" Atara was lost for words, her fear gripped her so hard, she began to shiver in place. This... This adventure wasn't fun anymore. Atara was ready to go home, now.  "D-Dream?" She squeaked, her tears now streaming down her cheeks. 

Nightmare's eye widened in delight.  "Oh," His deep and suave voice sent shivers up Atara's spine, but this time she had no idea why. (Was it fear or something.. else?)  "You really think my brother will be able to save you from me?" Nightmare belted out a deep chuckle that started to echo around her; Atara gasped and started to back away, only to freeze when her world was surrounded by darkness. A dark bubble barrier rose from the ground from below Nightmare, trapping Atara inside- with this nightmare! She faintly heard her Sans and Dream calling out her name in alarm, but they couldn't make it to her in time. 

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Darkness was all around her, nothing but cold darkness. She already missed the light of the Doodle Sphere, anything was better than this terrible void of nightmarish void that now surrounded her. Keeping her trapped and away from her Sans, from her new friends. Away from her exit. 

"Poor child, having lost her father is such a tragic way." 

"What-?" Atara gasped, her arms wrapping tightly around herself as she spun around, trying to find where that.. That familiar voice came from. 

"Don't suppose she'll end up like her father, ey?" 

"Drug addled? Or perhaps she'll die like her dear ole mother did?" They clicked their tongue in distaste.  "So tragic."

"S-Stop it..." Atara whispered, her voice breaking as memories flooded her mind of when she was just a little girl. The funeral; it was nothing special. We.. I  didn't have enough money for dad to have a casket, let alone a burial place. So, he was cremated. I.. I still have his ashes, but they're stashed away. Out of sight, out of mind. 

Blinking back the tears, Atara could have sworn she saw something move in the darkness, and when she managed to adjust her eyes to the darkness all around her, a shape sprouted up and formed into a familiar person. The first woman who took her in when she became an orphan. The woman remained as black as the darkness around her, and when she reached her hands out to grab onto Atara's shoulders (just like she had all those years ago), black inky- no, oily substance leaked down Atara's arms. 

"You'll be living with me now! I just know you'll love it here~!" 

Atara shoved towards the woman, only to slip right through her body and fall to the ground. In a panic, Atara spun around so she sat on her ass, staring fearfully up at the oily woman as she neared Atara.  "G-Get away from me!" Atara managed to scramble to her feet, but her sandals slipped on the oily darkness beneath her. She came crashing down on her hands and knees with a grunt.  Before she could recover, a face morphed below her face and sprouted up to float in front of her face- 

It was another face of a different caretaker; this one had been abusive. "Stupid brat!" She snarled, Atara sat up and scooted back to get away from the toxic woman, but the face followed- this one didn't have a body and only was connected by the stem of blackness. "I told you if you did that again, I'll lock you away for a week!" 

"Sh-Shut up!" Atara cried out, her hand slashing at the face making it burst and fall away. She once again made it back to her feet and backed away until her back met the liquid wall that trapped her. Her hands pressed flat against the liquid, she tried to grip at it but she couldn't gain purchase. 

The darkness all around her was already driving her mad, and she hadn't been in here that long. At least, she didn't think so. Her trembling was making her feel ill, the fear and hopelessness she was feeling was adding to that sickness. A coldness settled over her, once again she wrapped her arms around herself to try and keep herself warm, and safe. 

"I-I get the picture!" She called out, hoping that this was a sick joke. Was this Sans' way of getting her to not run away with strangers? "I want to go home! I want... I want Red!" She was tired of all the memories of her pain she experienced when she was a child. The loneliness she endured for so many years. 

"How adorable."

She gasped upon hearing Nightmare? His voice leaked into the dark room, almost echoing all around her. Yet, she couldn't see him. It was too dark, even if her eyes had somewhat adjusted to how dark her world had become. 

"Please! Please, let me go! I want Sans!"  She cried out, using his original name and not his nickname, this time. Tentacles slithered out from behind her, and wrapped around Atara's body to keep her pressed to the wall- which began to morph into a more defined solid surface; it felt like... Cold fear struck her then, realizing that she was now trapped and pressed against Nightmare's chest, his ribs digging into her back, that was how close she was to him. 

"You know," His voice wasn't as scary now that he was behind her. It didn't give her any relief, however. He leaned his head down and rest his chin on her left shoulder as he shifted that one cyan blue eye light at her face, drinking in her pale, terrified expression.  "It's funny how you're so oblivious to your Sans' feelings towards you." He purred, his deep voice made her release a full body shiver.  "What... What do you mean?" She asks, her head turning just slightly towards him. 

Nightmare laughed, his chest shaking against her, she could feel his deep voice rumble through her body.  "It's so adorable how you're unaware of just how bad Underfell Sans has it for you." 

Atara's back straightened and her eyes widened as she stared cluelessly at the nightmarish skeleton.  "I-I don't know what you mean... Red.. Red likes me? He- He would have said something if he did." (Right?)

"Hehehe," He snickered, his eye light brightening in delight at her innocence.  Oh, to destroy such a thing; he must simply keep her. It was rare to find such innocence now that monsters mingled with humans. Even after everything this woman has been through, she still held such an innocent facade, one he would gladly destroy~ "You're starting to sound like that pesky glitch~"  

"Red, as you like to call him, has feelings for you; he started falling oh," Nightmare paused for a dramatic effect, even raising his hand to press his index finger to his teeth, before he grinned wickedly at her.  "six months, now?" 

Six months? 

Sans has been hiding his feelings from  her for that long? But.... "But, why?" Atara asked, looking a bit hurt that he hadn't said anything to her. Did he think she would reject him? Or was it something else? Was he worried they wouldn't stay together? Was it because of her... Baggage?

Nightmare's eye socket widened and his cyan blue eye light twinkled with sick delight at her emotions, he could tell they were twisting inside of her like a knife. The emotions was invigorating, he started to feel a little drunk.  All because of this one human woman, with so much pain and fear. She still held onto things from the past, and hearing that Sans had feelings  for her, she was starting to think the worse possible outcomes of that situation. 

"I suppose you'll have to ask him why. That is, if you survive my nightmare~" The black, oily skeleton snickered, his hold on her tightening. Atara began to struggle, her fight was slowly coming back. Realizing that she may never see Sans again, Atara began to fight. She had to. For Sans, for their future- she could return his feelings! Surely! 

"Let Go of me!" She cried out, managing to move one arm around until she could jab it into his rib cage. With a grunt, Nightmare released her and she stumbled forward, catching herself before she fell to the ground again. She spun around to face the nightmare, but was startled when he was missing! Fuck... She had to find a way out of here, she just had to! So, ignoring the skeleton for now, Atara turned away and ran to the other side of the dome of darkness and started to pound her fists against the liquid walls; screaming for Nightmare to let her out or for Sans to help her. 

"Please!" She cried when her efforts proved fruitless. "Sans! Dream! Fuck, Ink or Error!" She was getting desperate at this point, her voice cracking as tears started running down her cheeks again.  "Let me out! Get me out of here!" She screamed, her own voice echoing in the dark void, her fists pounded harder against the walls. 

Suddenly, tentacles shot out and wrapped around her wrists, keeping her bound as the dark liquid barrier fell suddenly, only to form into Nightmare who now stood behind her; his tentacles keeping her in place. She realized why he had done so as one of Dream's arrows was sent flying at her, and for a moment, she thought it was going to pierce into her chest. It would have, if Nightmare hadn't nudged her to the side just in time- 

Fuck! He did that on purpose! She sent a teary glare up at his stupid face. His grin stretching wide across his skull and his eye socket wide and his blue eye light vibrated with exhilaration! "Tsk," Nightmare clicked his tongue and shook his head at his brother.  "You almost pierced  her, dear brother." 

Sans was screaming at Dream to be more careful- Atara's eyes widened at the sight of him being injured and.. And bleeding?!  "R-Red!" She cried out, trying to free herself from the evil skeleton behind her. "don't worry, sweetheart!" Sans called out to her, sounding somewhat relieved yet panicked.  "we'll save you and bring you home." She nodded at him, Nightmare groaned in disgust, rolling his eye light.  "I'm afraid our playtime is over. It looks like you've lost again, brother." 

"Nightmare!" Dream yelled, his bow aimed at Nightmare, he was confident that he wouldn't miss this time.  "Hand her over, now!" With a tilt of his head, Nightmare narrowed his eye socket and said;  "If you want her, come and get  her." 

It was to his surprise when Error appeared out of nowhere, his blue strings summoned and raining down onto Nightmare and Atara. They wrapped around each one, Error readily pulling back on Atara's strings to free her from Nightmare's bondage. Error's only warning was a huff of annoyance before Nightmare flicked a tentacle at the glitch, sending Error careening away from Nightmare and Atara. 

Ink was the next one to interfere, but Nightmare made easy work of him by performing the same trick he had with Error. As for Fell Sans... Well, the fool was too injured to get up and fight. Besides, Killer easily stomped his foot down on Sans' chest, gaining a cry of pain from Sans and a scream of fear from Atara. "L-Leave him alone!" 

Atara had been too distracted to see Nightmare's next plan of action. As soon as Dream release his hold on his arrow, it shot forwards and with just a step to the left... The arrow pierced into Atara's right shoulder, embedding right into her bone. 

Everything around Atara silenced once that arrow hit. The searing pain cloudy every other sense and blinded her. Her own scream of pain was even muffled in her own ears. 

Sans' eyes widened- not just his; Error, Ink, and Dream stared in horror at Atara as she tensed and panted; she cried. She cried out for her friends. She cried out for Sans... "It hurts!" 

"tara!!" 

"Fu-uck-ck!" 

"Atara, no!" 

Atara clenched her eyes shut, missing the scene played before her. 

Killer disappeared from beside Sans; Dream, Error, and Ink charged forwards to try and stop Nightmare from leaving. Nightmare grinned manically as he stepped back into the portal he summoned, Killer jumping through after.  

"Come try and save her, brother. Before she too gets corrupted~" 

With that, the portal closes, leaving the three skeletons behind in the Doodle Sphere, regretting their many decisions...