#monika just staring into your soul

[weird-cato]

guess who's playing ddlc again

[phoxey]

Abandoned

Monika Shin x fem!reader

cw: a good mix of suggestiveness and angst, also age gap (legal ofc) MDNI

words: 1393

AN: please be gentle with me, i'm just starting out as a writer, also this is not proofread

It has been quite a while since you have seen her. Monika, your teacher, your friend, your everything. You left PROWDMON right before the first season of Street Woman Fighter started. You never explained why. You just sent her a quick text, stating that you leave PROWDMON and Korea, that you are sorry and that she shouldn't contact you, because you would be travelling the world. You blocked her and the entire crew after that.

The reason? You were madly in love with her. But she was your teacher. She was ten years older than you. She was not gay. It pained you to always hear her talk about her wanting a man, a husband. You had tried to confess your feelings multiple times, but she always took your confessions in a friendly and sisterly way. After a while you just gave up.

You left Korea, like you said, and travelled the world, participating in dance battles everywhere and gave dance classes, mainly in America. Thats where you met Audrey and through her you joined Jam Republic Agency, who called you up when they were forming a team for Street Woman Fighter season 2. Your heart longed to go back to Korea, so you agreed.

You were happy until the judges were introduced.

"...PROWDMONs Leader: Monika!", Kang Daniel said.

You looked up in shock. And there she was. As beautiful as ever... and as unreachable as ever. She smiled and looked around, just before your eyes met, you lowered your gaze to the ground, trying to keep your tears from welling up. You swallowed hard and put on an annoyed and arrogant face as you felt her eyes on you. The dance battles started and you tried to ignore her presence, to have fun. You battled against Chocol, a friend from way back, Monika had introduced you two many years ago. You heard the voices behind you.

"She dances just like Monika-sseam."

"You can see that she spend a lot of time with Monika-ssaem."

"Y/N left PROWDMON right before Street Woman Fighter, do you think they fought?"

You kept your eyes on Shownu, when the judges showed their cards. One for Chocol, one for you... and Monika held both cards up, refusing to decide. You looked up from her cards to her face, and her gaze pierced you. It was as though she could look into your soul. There were so many emotions and questions in her eyes. She was an open book to you, she has always been. But what stunned you was, when her eyes suddenly became dark and cold, almost hateful. You didn't even realize for a precious ten seconds that the rematch with Chocol had begun, due to the tie. Not dancing for a solid ten seconds, earned you a 3:0 loss.

"What was up?", Kirsten asked worriedly, as the break begun.

You shook your head. "I don't want to talk about it.... I think i need to be alone for a moment."

You stood up, gave her a half smile and then walked to the bathrooms. You threw some water into your face and tried to calm down, you almost didn't recognize your own face in the mirror. Absently you dried off and turned around to go back to your team, but you stopped abruptly. Monika leaned, arms crossed, against the door, staring at you and you were sure, she wouldn't move.

The two of you just stared at eachother in silence for a little eternity. Your heart beat so loud that you were afraid she would hear it.

"Hey...", you cracked a fake smile, you wanted to sound like someone meeting an old friend, only the finger guns were missing.

"Don't 'Hey' me.", she just said coldly and took a step towards you.

You took a step back. "What?"

"Funny meeting you here, after you abandoned us."

"I didn't leave PROWDMON because I was afraid of being on SWF.", you said. "And abandoned is a harsh word."

"Is it now? What would you call it then? It surely wasn't a friendly seperation."

God, why was she so beautiful when she was angry? You could barely concentrate on your answers.

You bit your lip nervously. "Look. This is just how things had to be. I would have destroyed everything if I stayed."

"What on earth are you talking about?"

She had walked you so far back that your back hit the cold tiles of the bathroom wall. But now you were annoyed that you rolled your eyes. How could such a smart woman be this oblivious?

"I have told you a hundred times, why. If you still don't connect the dots, that's on you.", you huffed.

She seemed to think and with every passing second your heart broke into piece after piece. Hot and silent tears rolled down your cheeks. She still didn't understand a thing.

"I love you.", you whispered, but in the silence between you it seemed like you had screamed it.

"What?"

"I have always loved you. And I probably always will. Not as a student. Not as a friend. It's not admiration nor fondness. It is love. I suffered, knowing you could never feel the same for me. Every hug, every kiss on the cheek, every time you brushed my hair after a dance session, it felt so good that I wanted it again and again, but it also hurt so much every time. I can't have you, and I didn't want to watch you find a man and become happy with him. I'm selfish like that. So before I ruin everything for you, I left. There you have it, that's the reason."

"You love me?", she asked, and her eyes fell to your lips. That gaze alone made you throw all logic and reason overboard. You grabbed her face and pressed your lips to hers. To your surprise she didn't push you away as you put all your longing into the kiss, all the words you couldn't possibly say. After a moment the kiss faded out and you parted.

"I'm sorry...", you whispered.

"I should apologize...", she whispered back. "I think I always knew... but I was afraid..."

"What? You knew? Afraid of what?", you asked and blinked in confusion.

"Afraid to admit that I feel the same.", Monika said then.

You widened your eyes. Were you dreaming? This couldn't be reality. To test it, you turned her around and pressed her to the wall. "What do you mean, you feel the same?"

"I love you... sorry, that I only realize it now."

"Really?"

"Yes. But I don't think I would be a good partner for you.", she said but you weren't even listening anymore, you just pulled her into a kiss.

"...Y/N... I'm too old for you...", she almost moaned between kisses.

"Don't care...", you said, as your lips moved to her neck.

"what would the others think...?", she tried to argue.

"Don't care...", you said again, as your lips captured hers into a kiss.

You felt her smirk against your lips. "You're unbelievable."

Finally she gave in to her desires and kissed you back with the same passion, invading your mouth with her tongue. You melted into the kiss, your hands all over her body. You lifted her onto the counter with the sinks and stood between her legs, your fingers digging into her thighs.

She emerged first from the bathroom and went to get her make up refreshed. You did the same. The make up staff gave you a weird look when they saw something on your neck.

Kirsten looked at you weird, when you came back. "Girl, where were you? I was so worried!"

You just sat down and smirked.

"Apparently she had a good time.", Ling mused and pointed to a faint dark spot under a heavy load of concealer.

"A hickey????", Kirsten almost screamed.

"Shut the fuck up! There are cameras!", you hissed.

"Who did that? It's so big!", Kirsten whispered.

You smirked. "If you think that's a lot, then you should see her thighs..."

"Her thighs? Who?", Ling asked and followed your not so subtle gaze to Monika, who already sat with the other judges again and happily conversed with them. Her lap was covered with a blanket. She would say, it's because of her short skirt.

But we all know the real reason, don't we?

[crimson-kisses]

I'd love to see something about Monika in regards to the last post on pleasurable needs. I don't know what your limits are on this blog, but feel free to make it as spicy as you'd like ;) Even if she may not as extreme as her male counterpart, I could imagine her feeling a twinge of sadistic pleasure when seeing her darling writhing under her, lost between panic and lust ;)

Sometimes Ludwig helps to satisfy her pent-up energy, but she does have her own sadistic tendencies and can be just as lewd as her male counterpart. I would love to delve into these concepts!! 🐝✨ I hope I didn’t misunderstand the question (?)

Warnings: General yandere themes, dub/non-con, attempt at smut, it’s not that bad or good ig. Please give your opinions!

🇩🇪

Federiges Vergnügen.

It wasn’t as if she wasn’t lusting over you as Ludwig definitely was, she was simply taking her time, wanting to make you feel comfortable and her protectiveness towards you always seemed to tug at her heartstrings whenever you got too nervous near her and Ludwig.

Monika always prioritized your well-being above all else. She couldn't help but take days off work to observe and take care of you at home. Whether it was ensuring you got out of bed instead of staying depressed or giving you proper bathing sessions, she was always there for you.

At times, it made you feel quite humiliated. She wasn't unintelligent; she could easily discern your feelings through your body language and the disdainful expression on your face. However, you probably felt more at ease with her than with Ludwig. You always stood close to her and preferred talking to her whenever you needed something. The man was upset about this, but Monika reassured him, promising to find a way for both of you to become closer.

It was a lively party with loud music playing from the speakers. Your head was pounding, and the dress you wore felt tight and uncomfortable. After the party ended, you recall being pulled through the crowd of nations and their darlings by Ludwig and Monika. It only made you feel worse about your own situation.

You felt as if your legs were jelly, swaying around and stumbling into furniture, you didn’t know when but soon enough you ended up in the bedroom.

You also remember feeling bothered after the party, where you encountered many attractive individuals and witnessed several inappropriate incidents. In your intoxicated state, you found yourself exploring your own body with your hands, unable to resist the urge. You struggled to release the mounting pressure that seemed persistent. 

Sleep soon took over for a while, that is until you felt a weight on the bed and your eyes shot open. 

The sight spread goosebumps over your body, hazy aquamarine eyes stared right into your soul, a sloppy grin full of teeth which seemed ready to tear apart your flesh, Monika seemed deranged, her hands inching towards your limbs and securing them above your head despite your sluggish struggling, you could barely see Ludwig behind her, who simply continued to enjoy what he was seeing.

"W-wait… Monika, please stop," your voice was hoarse, and thirst burned your throat as you tried to struggle more violently. "Let go…"

The strong woman above you let out a gentle sigh, her arm muscles flexing as she tightened her grip. She stared at you, observing the fear in your face and the tears forming intricate patterns. She marveled at how you always managed to make her fall in love with you over and over again.

Suddenly, a finger shot up above your lips, prompting you to not make a sound and you complied, although a sobbing sound escaped your lips pretty soon. One which she wanted to touch, touch your skin and hear your heart beating. She waited for so long, simply wanted to kiss you and just love you the best way she could.

She chuckled lowly, for some reason it making you dread the moment even more, fingers inching towards her ribbon around her waist, she took it and began to tie your hands together, clasping them firmly as she could, ignoring the way your begging slipping from your lips. Oh, it sounded like music.

it was probably the massive amount of alcohol in her system but good grief did lust seem to brim in her body. Quickly her hands shot up to your waist, her legs spread above it, her fingers gently traced your skin, jostling up your nerves as your back arched from the simple touch. 

So sensitive, so soft, so delicate.

Monika lowered herself just enough so that she could place her lips on your neck, proceeding to leave traces of her cherry red lipstick, yours soon smeared as she hastily began to plant kisses all over your face, she didn’t want to overwhelm you with a French kiss! Oh, she wanted you to simply feel her love. It could wait!

She took her time to take in your scent, hand buried in your hair as she breathed in near your neck, making you feel more squeamish, hands pressed up against her chest to no avail. Monika slightly blushed at the contact, then began to take off her dress, simply tossing it to the side and then proceeding to pull your body closer to hers, hands roaming your backside as she then made you sit up above her, unable to balance yourself properly, your face smashed into her chest, startling the both you.

Soon enough, she was holding you tight against her, her knee easily parting your legs and next thing you know, it slammed right into your core, making you moan in pain and the quick burst of pleasure which bloomed in your core, at least Monika had the decency to be startled as she quickly cooed and cupped your butt with both of her hands.

Your face was burning with embarrassment but also with pleasure as her fingers got to work, massaging your behind as they hesitantly worked their way to the hem of your pants, making you pause.

Looking at her with wide eyes, you gasped as you were thrown on your back, laying below her once again, Monika seemed to be apprehensive as if something was bothering her. She huffed, brows furrowed and then sighed lowly.

Damn it, she wanted to go slow but— it was so frustrating to not go all out! Monika cursed internally but instead gave you a fond look, trying to calm you down but also thinking just how far could she break you so easily and—

“Are you going to keep shuffling around the both of you or get to it already?", Ludwig drawled out the question with a teasing tone and Monika hissed at him to shut up, prompting a chuckle.

Soon enough, as many times she had done so during your bathing sessions, she skillfully and carefully removed your dress and then your bra, of course you struggled but Monika had a newfound energy which overcame your strength. Tying your hands again with her ribbon, placing them above your head, she began to take off your stockings.

Her hands tracing over your naked thighs, squeezing all the thick parts she could find, sweat covered your whole body and it made you look all the more beautiful. She placed herself above your legs, experienced hands and lip pleasuring your chest, her tongue slowly swirled around your buds making you moan despite not wanting too, you started wriggling more forcefully only to be harshly smacked on your thighs making you yelp.

"Behave Schnucki, you don't want to be hurt do you?", 

Monika's eyes were set on you, narrowed and glazed over. Her tone was a whisper but with filled with enough warning to make you go still immediately. She tsked and gently caressed your face, toned leg in between yours, massaging your core and sending ripples of sweet pleasure coursing through your veins, your body squirmed and gasped uncontrollably as she increased in speed, hands on your breasts, kneading your buds and little love bites forming on your shoulders. 

"Good, good. Now let's begin the main course."

Her voice had a smokiness to it, her sights fixed on the reward as she hastily distanced herself from your breasts. She snatched your legs and drew them forward. Positioning herself between your thighs, she spread them wide before bowing her head, causing a gasp to escape your lips. She employed her tongue phenomenally on your most intimate spot, licking the innermost corner of your walls. She delicately brushed her teeth against the soft and fleshy area, twisting your stomach with an odd sensation.

You groaned and whimpered, your back arching and your hands desperately clutching at the air, your lips meeting her tongue, bringing a chuckle from her. Monika persisted in delivering you delightful licks, savoring every inch of your dampness, her eyes drooping and a soft blush accentuating her cheeks. Only you could bring about this kind of feeling in her; only you. 

Her tongue worked wonders on your core, licking feverishly, you moaned and mewled, back arching and hands grasping the air desperately, your hips thrusted against her tongue again, earning a grunt as her hold tightened on your thighs.

Monika continued to give you sweet licks, with deep sucks, tasting every inch of your wetness, her eyes half lidded and a soft blush painting her cheeks. You were the only one who could make her feel this way, you were the only one who could see her so vulnerable and pent up just for you.

You didn’t want this, but her tongue seemed to make your body go haywire, tears streamed down your cheeks as you gasped for air, you didn't know when but you had begun to hold her head in place, your thighs squeezing her face as you continued to grind against her, she moaned and hummed, the vibration from her throat sending your mind to a frenzy.

"Fuck", Ludwig grumbled audibly as he positioned himself on the bed behind Monika, but his gaze was fixed upon you. His eyes bore an uncanny resemblance to those of his sister, causing an unsettling sensation to ripple through your entire being. Hazy with lust just as Monika's.

Ludwig pressed his body against Monika's as he began to grind against her, his hands eagerly wandering over her body until eventually reaching her thighs to spread them apart and pepper her neck with kisses, while your body spasmed again. 

Monika continued to pleasure you without any concern, while Ludwig slid his hands inside her pants and began to fondle her wet core. This made her let out a strangled gasp and start sucking you even more eagerly as he increased the speed of his fingers. He started to hump her while she hastily placed her hands beside your thighs, clutching the sheets to support herself as he continued.

He had his eyes fixed on you, with half-closed lids, as he admired your sweat-drenched figure. Feeling suddenly self-conscious, you instinctively covered your breasts, but that didn't deter him at all. 

Instead, he slowly licked his lips while maintaining an unnerving stare at you. He began to caress your thighs, and soon enough, his fingers started teasing your already sensitive areas, harshly circling your clit, causing you to spasm and whimper in response. 

Both of them started to increase their speed, harsh kisses on your thighs, love bites across your skin, biting at your flesh, and mixture of rough and soft caresses all over your legs. 

Suddenly, everything became incredibly hazy. Your moans grew louder and more intense as you tightly clutched the bedsheet. A strange buzzing sensation spread throughout your body, and with a final groan, you reached climax. High pitched whimpers accompanied by a sultry moan from both you and Monika.

You felt Monika collapsing between your legs, her head resting on your belly. She had been pleasuring you and had also reached her own climax, causing her to drool slightly. As you tilted your head towards her, you removed your hands from the bedsheet and looked at her tousled golden curls. With her hands clutching your waist, she appeared tired yet satisfied from the pleasure.

She slowly crawled upwards, turning to the side and resting her head on your shoulder. She relaxed comfortably beside you, placing her hand on your chest and peppering kisses over your collarbone.

Goosebumps quickly appeared on your skin as you felt a sensation between your legs. Your eyes trembled as they met the intense gaze of Ludwig's steel blue eyes, which glinted with unsatisfied desire in the darkness.

Ludwig flashed you a mischievous smile, his disheveled hair partially obscuring his eyes. He playfully clicked his tongue and whispered seductively near your stomach,

"Ich bin dran, Honigtopf".

Hope this was okay for my first attempt at smut. Please comment, like and reblog however you want, any questions or suggestions? 🌻🖤

[strobichie]

rin's childhood crush ෆ

♡⸝⸝ summary: rin itoshi, a young 16 year old blue lock participant and a few others were given some weeks off of blue lock. how will the young itoshi spend his free time? to his surprise, he didn't think he'd stumble upon one of his old favourite games dating back to his childhood.

little note: monika can be a self-insert i guess.

underlashes junior's (rin) perspective:

i failed to be acknowledged by my own brother. i worked so hard, but in the end isagi stole his attention. what was it that i lacked..?

my hands messed with sae's old computer back when we were younger --- mom and dad bought him this computer for school, however he and i always played on it when they weren't looking our way.

i was in deep thought, thinking, what the hell was it that made sae look isagi's way?

sae wasn't gonna be home anytime soon, might as well use this to my advantage. i remember a game.. a horror game.. an old one. i couldn't place a finger on what it was about or why our younger selves even downloaded it in the first place, nonetheless, i find myself desperately searching for it.

after starting windows, i immediately clicked the file explorer icon on the taskbar, and was greeted with many old pictures of us in our childhood days. i wanted to smash somebody's head.

my eyes stared at the downloads, i clicked on it and scrolled a few seconds down. was this...

ddlc-win? what the fuck does ddlc stand for?

i extracted the files and opened the ddlc-win folder ---

ddlc-1.1.1-pc?? i eyed it curiously before finally double clicking and checking the contents of the game ---

i started the game up and was met with a.. girl? she looked.. scared?? terrified?? mortified..?!

she had similar features to sae, auburn hair, and not-so similar eyes. hers were emerald green.

all i knew was she had the character features of someone kind.

"..." she was silent, staring into my soul with her eyes wide. was this the game me and sae used to play? really?

to say the least, she was greatly sad. i clicked the 'talk' side bar besides the chat box below and selected 'hey, monika..' and continued, 'appearance...'

'can you tie your hair into something else?' i clicked the box, and she suddenly.. got happy?

'sure rin, which hair tie would you like me to use?' she laid out a side bar with only two choices. one of her without her infamous white bow and one without.

was this a mod? i don't remember doki doki literature club being only about monika.

although this may seem quite out of character for me, i think she's pretty cute. or that she just reminds me of sae.

i removed her white bow and she looked even more like sae, this was a fucking nightmare.

she crossed her arms firmly, frowning at me. what did i do now..?

i clicked talk > i feel.. > bored and read her dialogues ---

yikes.. uh.. the first option box looks really shiny today.

i could feel the inner child in me getting excited, i felt.. happy? this was weird.

'oh, that's a relief! but, if you're bored, we should go find something to do.' i felt my cheeks burn, the memories came back and i remembered my younger self always gushing over her, fanboying.. and all.

monika.. was my childhood crush?

author's very very VERY important note: well folks i guess i'll leave it at that, might make a part two, might not.

[oxxvivianxxo]

Doing something different this time it isn’t 4town

Fnf:

Demon girl: Fnf love Story ft, Senpai😍

⚠️kind of a sexy type of story⚠️

So you were new at Yandere high, and you didn’t have many friends. you just moved in to Tokyo

You tried your hardest trying to make friends with everyone but they looked confused at each other and they would laugh at you.

Until this very bright orange haired boy, wearing baby purplish blue dress shirt, and a pink tie holding a brown bag with black pants and shoes approached to help you.

????: “hey what, the hell are you laughing at >:(“

Other girls: “oh, just some lil twerp that approached us without permission that’s all lol”

????: “ok. so you think laughing at innocent people is funny to you? You sound pathetic”

Other girls: “I thought you loved us senpai” “ other one yeah” :(

You thought to yourself: “senpai? Hmmm that’s a very cute name for a boy like him”

????: “im so sorry about those idiots, they do the most for no reason, btw I’m senpai! What’s your name?”

Y/n: “y/n”

Senpai: “that’s a cute name”

Y/n: “(/////) ty”

Senpai: “Awwe! I made you blush?”

Y/n: “what!??!….I- nooo”

Senpai: “look. would you care to join me in a little friendly rap battle?”

Y/n: “yesss!! I love singing!”

Senpai watched you being excited to sing made him blush as well with a smile,

Senpai: “alright”

Timeskip——

So you finished singing with senpai, he talks to you about how ur not like the other girls and your different but he likes it.

Other girls: “ugh! Im not letting that ugly dweeb take over my man >:(, come on monika we have to do something about this….”

Senpai watches the girls trying to approach you again and you continue talking to him. He tries to distract you from looking behind you.

But he gets mad off an on during your conversation with him

Y/n: “what’s going on?”

Turn around and see the girls walking up to you and Senpai the first girl ignores you and went straight to Senpai

Senpai: “the hell do you want Annabelle?”

Annabelle: “well me and monika, are your girlfriends remember?”

she gives you an evil smirk

Senpai: “no, no, I do not remember, and nobody said. You guys were my girlfriends”

Senpai: “Y/n let’s just leave”

Annabelle: “no, no, don’t worry about them come with me”

Senpai: “let go of me you Rat >:(“

Y/n: “let go of him”

Annabelle: “or else what?”

Y/n: “or else I’m going to take your soul out of your body and feed it to my demon friends. would you want that?”

Girls: “hahahaaa- as if”

You turn into a hot looking type of demon

Causing senpai to fluster real hard

Annabelle: “uggh.. are you a— Demon?!?”

Y/n: “what does it look like? It would be a shame if I did everything I said Right now shall we get started?”

Annabelle: “no no no no no! I’m sorry for making you feel bad, and I’m sorry Senpai for harassing you and spying on you”

Y/n: “very well now, SCRAM!”

Senpai: “what was that?😳 (///////)”

Y/n: “what was what?”

Senpai: “that whole demon thing- Nvm let’s just go”

Y/n: “ok”

So what you don’t know is that Senpai actually took a picture on his phone of you when you were in. Your Demon Form. So every time you’re not around him- he gets himself off from your picture and this time you’re not around him

Annabelle: “*whispers* Monika do you see what Senpai is doing over there?”

Monika: “*whispers* yes he looks like he’s j***ing off”

Annabelle: “who’s that picture of?……..Ugh! That Demon girl y/n”

You come to class with everything you need, and Annabelle made you trip and fall, you get a little angry and Senpai saw what happened, and pushed them away from your sight.

Y/n: “What the fuck, was that for? 😤”

Teacher: “no cussing in my classroom y/n”

You turn in to your demon form”

Annabelle: “uhm😰”

Y/n: “Don’t forget what I said yesterday😡”

Annabelle: *flashbacks 😰*

Senpai just stares at you blushing eyes wide, while you’re in your demon form and you noticed that he’s um——🧱 but you never payed attention to it much. you tried not too.

Annabelle: “look y/n I’m very sorry ok?”

Y/n: “hm… give me a good reason why I should forgive you~ if the reasons wrong you’re dead or you can rap battle with me~ if you lose I get to take your soul and feed it to my friends, and if you win you can keep bullying me you’re still gonna die either way tho”

Annabelle: “I’ll rap battle with you”

Little did she know, your hands start glowing a bright red color o because of how mad you are,

Tbh she’s bad at rapping ok….surprisingly you won! You were quite shocked

Y/n: “now, any last words? Child?”

Annabelle: “look-“

You didn’t want to hear anymore of her words so, you killed her…..that’s that.

Senpai’s POV: *whispers damn, she really is so hot*

Knowing that he thinks you cannot know what he’s thinking about, you approach him still in you hot seggsy demon form you’re kind of a mind reader and you can tell what he’s thinking of-

Y/n: “hey Senpai~”

Senpai snaps out of his thinking daze

*Checking you out slowly up and down*

Senpai: “so y/n, this is you? (///////)”

Y/n: “yes, mhm I’m half demon and half human, I turn into a demon when I’m angry”

Senpai: “that’s hot~”

Y/n: “what?”

Senpai: “what?”

Y/n: “anyways, do you like my demon form or my human form better?”

Senpai: “I like your demon form, it’s very sexy— uh! I’m mean, it’s very pretty”

Y/n POV: *did he just call my demon form sexy? Hm ok! I like that*

Y/n: “😏”

Senpai: “y/n, why are you staring at me like that 😳😳(//////////)”

Y/n: “because I heard you say that my demon form, was sexy…..interesting”

Senpai: “what?!, no, well, you see I-“

You cut him off kissing him

Y/n: “mnh~”

Senpai: “mm~”

This Time it gets a little Sensual with every kiss

Senpai: *sigh~”

Y/n: “mm~ ah~”

At this point- y’all are doing it—— didn’t you guys just meet?…..Anyways back to the story.

Y/n: “ah~ s-s-Senpai~”

As you say his name while he’s pounding you, he thrusts faster every time you do. He was going slow before it’s because he doesn’t want to hurt you, he absolutely adores looking at your facial expressions when he’s pounding inside you

He can feel your orgasms coming because your cat. Is twitching, pulsating a little and getting tighter around his Cock, he seems to be enjoying every second of your company, and your facial expressions when he’s penetrating inside you

⚠️🔞moaning and cussing and dirty talking🔞⚠️

Senpai: “f*ck~”

Y/n: “mmmm~”

Senpai: “f*ck you like that baby~”

Y/n: “yessss, mmm~”

He he dirty talks to you how badly he wants to cum inside you. and make you officially his,

As you hear this man say these sexy things, you start tilting your head back moaning loudly, and making sex facial expressions, getting ready to orgasm on this man’s, cock

Y/n: ah~ Senp- Senpai~ I’m~ I’m gonna~”

Senpai: “yess, cum! Cum, for me my dear m, f*ck yeah~ ohhhh~ your gonna make me, ah~”

You feel something warm and fuzzy inside your womb- he just impregnated you, you don’t care, as long as you felt good is all that matters.

Aftercare

You lay on his chest feeling very good and he lays his arm in your back

Day after:

The ghost of Annabelle, you just killed the other day, decided to make another appearance visit unexpectedly……she’s not. Surprised that you did the thing with Senpai yesterday, she knew because she was like a ghost. Um because you killed her…….Anyways yeah.

Ghost Annabelle: “I can’t believe that I just saw that….oh well, I’m dead anyways it’s not like I can care anymore”

As she is a ghost, she can see all her friends that passed away. she loves to go to McDonald’s with Garcello, and sneak into peoples houses with boyfriend, (Keith) yes boyfriend is dead too, he got shot by daddy dearest…..ANYWAYS……..yea

[apatheticcrossovers]

Could you write biltzo x monika fic with fluff and little bit of angst?

(I hope this ship isn't in crack ship category)

Of course! And don't worry, when I say in my pinned that I won't do "Joke Ships" I mean like, ships that are overly memed on and stuff, and only done for laughs and stuff (I hope that makes sense, I'm not too good at explaining). I have some ships that would probably dip into crack ship territory tbh. - Mod Apathetic

All for You

Fandoms: Doki Doki Liturature Club, Helluva Boss Ship: Blitzo (Helluva Boss)/Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) Characters: Blitzo (Helluva Boss), Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club) Tw: none Summary: Whenever Blitzo was in the human world on a job to kill someone, he'd occasionally get distracted whenever he saw a human game he was interested in. It wasn't easy to find human games in hell. Luckily, I seemed to have found one from the human world he could get in hell, and it was for free too! He didn't think he'd get this emotional playing it though...

"So, you're really just, stuck in there?" Blitzo looked at the computer screen, raising an eyebrow slightly. He had found this game called 'Doki Doki Literature Club' on his last trip to the human world. He's always down for some hot anime girls, so was excited when he found out he could get it for free in hell too. Then violent stuff started happening, and he got really excited. But now he was at the final act, with the antagonist character, Monika, who he's just now finding out is actually alive and sentient, and not just programmed to do bad things.

"I'm sorry Blitzo, but, there's not much I can do to get to your world..." She had a sad look on her face as her voice came out of the speaker to his old box computer. "Especially with this old hunk of junk you downloaded the game on!" She let out a small laugh, crossing her arms. Blitzo laughed as well, but still took offense to that.

"Hey, it's not my fault! Imps get no respect down here, it's easier for us to just die out than actually try and make a living!" Blitzo let out another loud laugh, but stopped when he realized that Monika, wasn't laugh, in fact, she didn't seem to find it funny at all. Her face was contorted into a frown as she looked at Blitzo through the screen, resting her arms on her desk.

"Blitzo, you don't... actually think that, do you?" She sounded concerned. Monika didn't really know anything about hell, she didn't have much of a concept of an afterlife for herself, sense she didn't even have a soul, but were Imps really treated that poorly down there? "You know Blitzo, You shouldn't talk like that..."

"What's wrong, I'm just speaking the truth, Imps are treated like nothing but a burden, the scum of hell, the lowest of the low." He was getting angry as he spoke, which only caused Monika to get more concerned. She may have not known Blitzo for long, but she did know she cared about him, that's for sure. "Besides, why do you even care?"

"I care because I love you Blitzo!" Monika leaned forward slightly, though it didn't bring her any closer to him physically, she still felt as if it would help. Blitzo stared for a moment, almost silent. No, no she couldn't love him, how could she ever someone like him?

"No, no you don't mean that Monika..." Blitzo said, leaning away from the computer slightly. Monika so desperately wanted to reach out to him, let him know that she did truly care, that everything would be ok.

"Blitzo... why else do you think I did all of this?" Monika was deadpan as she spoke, resting in her seat again as she looked out at Blitzo. "I destroyed my game, I hurt my friends and the people I care about because... I wanted to be with you Blitzo..." Monika felt guilty as she spoke. She had regretted everything she had done, to her friends, to her game, everything. "I hate myself for everything I've done, but... I had no other option, the game wouldn't give me a route so... I made my own.."

Bitzo was silent as he stared at the screen, trying to find the words to say what he was thinking. He had completely forgotten that everything in the game was her doing, and he hadn't even realized that she did it all in order to be with him. No one had ever really done something so drastic before, it was hard to believe that she was willing to practically ruin her 'life' just for him.

"You, really ruined your life, for me?" Blitzo's voice was quite and nervous, as if still cautious about Monika's true intentions with him. He could actually have a relationship with her, right? He technically wasn't real, and they couldn't actually show affection to each other outside of maybe verbal affection, which Blitzo still wasn't entirely used to. "You, you didn't have to do that you know... I mean, you barely even know me..."

"But, I did Blitzo... I couldn't risk losing you... you mean so much to me..." Monika sounded sad as she spoke, she even looked like she was holding back tears, sucking in a breath as she tried to keep her composure. "I know enough about you to know that I love you, so... please..."

Blitzo was silent for another moment, feeling his heart skip a beat as he looked at Monika. Is this what true, unconditional love was like? It felt, wonderful, fantastic even. Blitzo finally smiled at Monika, reached his hand to the screen, and caressed it slightly, as if trying to why away her tears. "Thanks, Monika... really..." His voice was softer now, letting out a soft sigh as he did. Monika smiled, feeling ever so slightly comforted by his attempt as wiping away her tears. "I promise, I'll find a way to get you out of there, even if it's the last thing I do..."

Monika could help but smile at his words, her face softening as she looked at him. "Thank you, Blitzo... I really do love you..."

"I..." Blitzo hesitated slightly, he had never said the words before, swallowing slightly before finally speaking. "I love you too, Monika..."

[ihateleviack]

Senpai, texting Beta Senpai: Any plans for tonight?

Beta Senpai: No.

Senpai: Loser.

2. Beta Senpai, to Senpai: Please, picking locks is my specialty.

Beta Senpai: throws a brick through the window

Beta Senpai: Okay, let’s go.

3. Beta Senpai: Surgery is basically just stabbing someone to life.

Senpai: Please never become a surgeon.

4. Senpai, texting Beta Senpai: Please don't text me for the next hour, I'm going to be on the treadmill.

Beta Senpai: I wasn't planning on texting you.

Senpai: What did I just say?

5. Senpai walks into the kitchen, ignoring everyone

Beta Senpai: Hey, Senpai, how was your day?

Senpai: picks up an onion and bites into it, staring at Beta Senpai Hell.

Monika, watching this unfold: whispers Who hurt you?

6. Monika: Senpai got into a fight.

Beta Senpai: That’s bad.

Beta Senpai:

Beta Senpai: Did he win?

7. Monika: What's the most efficient way to burn calories?

Alpha Senpai: Exercise more!

Beta Senpai: Set yourself on fire.

Senpai: There are two kinds of people.

8. Monika: Made you all playlists!

Monika: Beta, yours has only heavy metal, and is dark like your soul.

Monika: Senpai, yours has sad songs and blues to pair with your depression.

Monika: And Alpha has the ABBA Gold album!

9. Beta Senpai: Shh, here comes Alpha!

Senpai: Quick, Monika, start talking about boring nerd stuff!

Monika: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist.

Senpai: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.

10. Alpha Senpai: LOWERCASE LETTERS ARE FOR THE LOWER CLASS!

Senpai: And here we have a capitalist.

Monika: Did you just-

11. Alpha Senpai: Beta, I have a couple of words to say to you.

Senpai: Please let those two words be “I’m sorry.”

Monika: I’m ready with the bleep button if not.

12. Alpha Senpai: Why are Senpai and Beta sitting with their backs to each other?

Monika: They had a fight.

Alpha Senpai: Then why are they holding hands?

Monika: They get sad when they fight.

13. Monika: Why are you two always out during rainstorms?

Alpha Senpai: It’s so peaceful and refreshing. I love the smell of rain.

Senpai: Beta bet me I couldn’t get struck by lighting, but he's WRONG.

[fragilevixenfic]

The Darker Side of Love

Rating: M

Category: Angst/Post En Ami/Smut/Angry Sex

Summary: Mulder does not want to talk but he does not want Scully to leave, either.

“Betrayal stings in a bitter way but regret leaves an even bigger hole in a heart.” – Unknown

Edited/expanded from a piece written during Vicky’s (@frangipanidownunder on Tumblr) workshop focusing on specific words, tone, and mood to create a scene. Thank you for the fabulous beta work, Monika (@monikafilefan) and Kasey (@slippinmickeys). I’m eternally grateful for your insights.

I cannot let you burn me up,

Nor can I resist you.

No mere human can stand in a fire

And not be consumed.

-A.S. Byatt (Possession)

10:00 PM

Mulder had ignored Scully in the drive back from the empty offices, steadfast in keeping his eyes forward as she stared out the window. The expectation of an argument had gone flying by like so many drops of rain in the wind and renewed the dull ache in her heart as he drove right past her exit, opting for his own. Despite the anger written on his face, he wanted her next to him. He squeezed her hand only once before going upstairs and it felt more like pity than love. She pushed the emotions a little further down and stood in the doorway, watching him as he paced. Watching him as the pieces of his psyche finally began to crumble before her like a castle in the sand as the surf finally came to wash it away.

What have I done?

Scully held her palm to her lips as she stared at the physical representation of her failure; the manila folder Mulder onto the table and let every piece of paper fly across the lacquer top. They scattered onto the floor like so many hopes and dreams. They were now nothing more than nightmares manifested as Mulder tossed the disk onto the center of the mess, the glints of light reflecting darts of light across the ceiling, and heaved a heavy sigh as he sank against the cushions. She didn’t need the reminder of her self-inflicted catastrophe but he was providing it for her in the form of a massive printout of empty promises. There was already an ache in her belly and a lump up in her throat, and she swallowed the last of her nerves as she held a breath in. She wanted to be numb and run, but every nerve seared and tingled, pushing her to stay.

The leather squeaked and his eyes found hers but words wouldn’t come, like a punishment. His fingers twitched and knuckles went white as he squeezed air; it sent a chill down her back as she imagined who he was picturing on the other end of his fists. Something was burning behind those flecks of jagged gold and green that Scully didn’t want to decipher. Her tongue clicked the roof of her mouth as her eyes zoned out on the low, erratic bubbling of the fish tank. It was worse than any lecture and the wretchedness had already been doing the trick to her pneuma as she stared at the carnage of paperwork in front of him.

“Just say something,” Scully bit down hard enough on the corner of her lip that the taste went tinny and the first tear betrayed any hope of calm, coaxing a breathy sigh from Mulder.

Request not met. He’d set up camp in another non-committal night of no communication and anxiety; enough to make her blood pressure spike and make her cheeks go hot. Stalemate. Scully’s white flag went up as she felt the door staring at her back, willing her to just walk away and surrender. She teetered in her heels and grasped the molding as she heard the snap and skitter of his belt before her eyes could register the motion. Her gasp rivaled any sound Scully had ever made but it didn’t persuade more than a tilt of the head from Mulder. He leaned back as the sweat gathered along his brow. She recognized the distinct ember of change brewing beneath his lashes as he stared up at her.

“I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to think,” Mulder tossed the belt onto the finished surface with a resounding thud and pushed his fingers into the cushions, desperation in his eyes. “Not tonight.”

“Then what do you want?” Scully held her breath and took a step closer, letting his eyes set fire to her soul as he tilted his head to look at her. “Do you want me to leave? Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” Mulder shook his head and stood, moving past her like a tornado with his fingers wound through his hair. “No.”

The disappointment in his voice was killing her as she backed up until the curve of her spine touched the wall, watching his jaw clench and his eyes narrow toward the floor. He paced for a long, agonizing moment. The silence was deafening, maddening, claustrophobic, and the pressure against Scully’s back only added to the suffocation as the oxygen refused to leave her lungs. Her exhale came out in a rasp and a whimper, tugging his focus until he was peering into her embodiment, bulldozing the remainder of the barrier she had built to keep the emotions in check. Composure evaporated as she let her tears fall; the unmentioned ardor sweeping down her cheeks as she bit down on the edge of her lip.

Scully ran her palm along her chin, capturing the stray droplets as the word came out despite every effort not to say it. “Please…”

Mulder diminished the distance, enfolding Scully’s frame in his arms, he pressed his fingers against the small of her back and dragged the fabric of her long-sleeved, high neck top up. Scully breathed toward the ceiling as Mulder freed her from the confines of her top, pulling it up and over her head before discarding it in the direction of the couch. Mulder knelt, guiding her out of her shoes and undoing the button and zipper on her slacks, exposing the pale curvature of her hips and legs along with a matched set of pale blue undergarments. He looked up at her from her waistline as he leaned in and set his teeth against her skin until she twitched under his grip. A moan pushed her lips apart.

“I can’t…” Mulder manhandled her, gripped her backside as he stood and thrust his pelvis against her as her arms wrapped around his neck. “I need…”

“I know,” Scully couldn’t have been more aware of Mulder’s magnetism as she hiked her knee around his hip and felt the sting of the mahogany trim as it struck her shoulder blades.

Scully didn’t want soft and slow and she knew neither did he, as his erection uncomfortably pressed against the remaining layers of clothing between them, inviting her warmth as her inner thighs quivered just enough to make his eyes roll back. Mulder thrust again and the punctuated cry was marked by the involuntary tightening of her fingers through his hair. The swirling of energy nearly toppled him over. Mulder let her feet touch the floor and looked down at her small, capable hands as they undid his jeans and pushed them down toward his knees before sweeping the soft material of his sweater up and away from his torso. He stopped to gaze at her and sighed into the drafty apartment at the delicate beauty that he had become so enamored with; exasperation, however, had become a prevalent frame of mind.

The pause was short lived as Mulder let his motions become frenetic and haphazard. He shed the last layers of cotton blends away from alabaster and blush before wrapping his arms around her waist. Scully held onto the wall as his thighs pushed against her, slowly sliding his cock past her slick folds until he had filled her completely. Mulder craved her proximity as he guided her legs a little higher, reveling in the electric heat as his unrelenting thrusts picked up speed. The intensity continued to build until it finally vibrated both framed pieces of artwork off the wall. On an ordinary day, the thudding of their frames hitting the floor might’ve been enough to stop every thrust that Mulder had made…but not tonight.

“Do you even understand…” Mulder’s voice came out in a growl, the sweat dripping down his temples as he locked gazes with hers and pinned her wrists above her head, bottom lip trembling with every syllable. “At all?”

“I had to try,” Scully’s fingernails were wreaking havoc on his shoulders, leaving blistering marks as she held onto him and felt the weight of his anger, his frustration, his unyielding passion as it bruised her backside with every grind of his pelvis into hers. “I couldn’t…not…try.”

“I don’t know what I would’ve done,” Mulder had tears down his face, betraying the gruffness he was desperate to convey as he moved a little slower, bucking his hips just enough to coax a throaty moan from her. “If anything bad…had happened.”

“I know…Goddammit, I know,” Scully’s fingers moved to his cheek, reclaiming his tenderness as he drove into her again, impulsively, and hopelessly sought possession of her affection, despite never losing it to start with. “I know.”

He didn’t want an apology or a semblance of redemption. He tipped the metaphorical glass and heard his name called to the rafters; he wanted to go back to the moment before the clandestine invaded under the veil of a continuously lit cigarette and a shroud of smoke.

Thanking anyone who cares to peek at this. Tagging @baronessblixen @today-in-fic @reasonandfaithinharmony @dreamingofscully @wtfmulder for the extra love love.

[ambermondy]

Title: Doki Doki Connection

Pairing: Male!Monika x Fem!Reader

Wc: 1587

Art by: MisterZei

Doki Doki Connection Masterlist: 🖋

Main Masterlist: 🍫

Chapter 2

This first thing you did when you sat down on your chair was to take out a notebook and pen. You decided to write all the things you currently know and your plans.

> It is clear that you, apparently, have a past life, since you remember playing this game, and the bits of it clearly. Unfortunately, it is still unknown to you how you manage to get here, and the current events of your past life is still blurry. It's like looking at the wind, you know that it's there, but you can't see it.

> You have to stop the deletion of any characters. If you can, try to stop any interruption of anyone in the game. The more changes a character made, the more glitched out the game will be—that is just your theory though.

> Save everyone, not technically 'saving' them, but at least try to stop any misfortune that could befall upon them, one of it would be Monika messing up with the game's file.

> Find a way to open up the game's directory, and access it. Hopefully, Monika will help you with this one.

> Find a way to get out of this game universe (this one is still not a clear one, considering that you don't know if you died in your past life; hopefully not, because if you did, you won't have a body to go back anymore.)

You lift you head up and looked around, a feeling of dread filling you up at the sight of your classmates, or at least what they are coded be, blurry. You can't even see a face, they're like mindless puppets.

Maybe you could try to skip class?

You stood up from your chair, not even surprised that no one paid attention to you. You decided to head for the open door when you were stopped by an invisible barrier. Bumping your head into it.

"Gah!" You winced.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled your ears once again. You felt your chest tightening at the familiar sound.

"N-no, not again, please..."

You were feeling dizzy, and black spots occupied your eyesight. You shut your eyes tight and whimpered.

N̴̡̥̱͎̱͐/̵̱̾͋̆̄̿N̵̳̺̰̾̇̚̚͠

The buzzing turned louder.

N̷̖̟̐͂̕/̷̛̘̊ņ̶͖̻̖̫͂̉̏̿!̸̮̯̯̉̍

Someone was talking to you but you were too afraid to open your eyes.

A̴̗̥̣̖͂̈́͒r̷̗̻̠̀͘ě̶̌͘͜͝ͅ ̷̤̗̤̥͕̂͘y̶̧͚̬̲͚͑ȍ̸̤̦̅͊̚ȕ̵͉͔͈̖̍́̔ͅ ̵̫̤̮͉̓̐p̴̬̜̣̟͆͒̕͘l̴̯̹̋͠a̶͈͊̿̈́y̶̖̻̯̺͆͝ì̶̢̛̖̱̙̳͋̋̚ń̴̢͔̫̦̀̇̆ͅģ̶͎̓̌́̾̽ ̴̛̛̻͙͇͊͗t̸̢̞̺̺́̊ͅh̸̺͍̕ͅą̵͐̀̐̉͝t̵͍̔̐ ̸͇̇̊̂̄g̷̺̼̺̫̣̈́̑̀̑a̷̰̘̻̯̥͆͋͋̀͠m̴̛̳̭̹̻͌͆̍̓ề̷̬̩͜ ̸͖͛̆̂̇͝a̴̼͎̅͛̈́g̷͈̮̈́͜à̵̛̗̍̀̕ĭ̶̧̈́̍̈́n̵̗̖͉̰̤̄͂̌̍̕?̷͓͉̿ͅ

"H-huh?" You turned around and saw the familiar e/c eyes of your mother. "No, I'm not!" You tried to defend yourself with a nervous chuckle.

She laughed at your reaction. "Are you obsessing over that Monika girl again?"

"Am not!" You pouted, your cheeks heating up. "Besides, just because she's my favorite character that doesn't mean that I would obssess over her. I have a lot of responsibilities to, you know?"

Your mother nodded. "Yeah, and one of it is to go back to school this afternoon. The student council adviser is looking for you. She told me that you have to meet with the Principal regarding a program to be held at school."

You groaned, irritation washing over you. "I shouldn't have ran as Student Council Secretary."

She patted your head, and handed you a snack. "It's your fault," she teased.

"I joined for research, okay? I didn't expect to win." You let out another groan. "Someone just take me out of this world," you cried out.

Your mother laughed harder. "Be careful of what you wish for." She handed you another thing.

"Woah, isn't this the book that I requested last month?" You smiled, hugging the book with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I̶͖̮̅͒́̾̕ ̶̜̭͇͂̈́́̕͜b̸̞̺̗̄͌̏̎̀͜o̴̡̟̱͐́̌͘͠ư̶̖̖̲̿̐g̸͔̼̿̑̌̀h̴̹̤̩͐̑̇̓̈́t̴͉̓ ̵͖̥̠͠ȳ̵̮̦͙̠̏o̸̡͕̥̣̎̀͂ṵ̷̈́̐͂͘ ̵͇̏t̴̗̝͓͒̋̾̈́h̸̻̤͖̜̰̋ã̴͈̭̦̖t̵̢̑--"

"Y̷̗͚͗̌/̸̛̟̂n̵̛̝͆̂͝?̸̡̲̗̄̇̓̇̾ͅ"

What was that? Is that what your mother looked like? Is that your past life? You stared at the ground with wide eyes. You didn't know how, but you were once again back at your desk.

What's the title of that book?

"H̷͍̪̘̐e̴̩̓̎̀ĺ̴͕̱̲l̴̠͓̤̆̈́ơ̷̝̦̓o̶̢͚̤̓ǫ̸̗̰̈́́?̵̬̜̈̈́͝"

You snapped your head up in surprise, and saw Satori giving you a worried look once again.

"Satori?"

""I̸͍͊̈́ ̵̭͝ṫ̵͙̙h̶̺̎̿̏o̴̰͊̈́ṵ̶̧͋͒g̷͈̝͊̂h̶̙̠̝̽̓̉t̵̯̳̽ ̴̬͙̐I̴̤̦̙̒͐̓'̷͈̋d̵́̅ͅ ̸̫̮̘͘c̷̢̣͗a̷̢͑͛̾t̷͍̥͓̿͂̔c̴̨̱̕h̸̢̠͑̓ ̸̧̼͋̀y̷͖͒̂̾o̵̠͊̊̄ǘ̴̩̗̲̎͑ ̵͔̓̐̉c̷̮͈̋ò̷̭͖ṃ̶̓i̴͙͖̦̓͑n̵͈̓͒͜g̵͇͙̺̿̏̉ out of the classroom, but I saw you just sitting here and spacing out, so I came in. Honestly, you're even worse than me sometimes... I'm impressed!" He explained.

"You don't need to wait up for me if-" you stopped, eyes widening in realization that you're saying a part of the script.

You quickly stood up and grabbed your things, reaching out for his hand and dragging him away from your classroom.

"You're going to show me where the club is, right? Let's go," you said, trying your best to speed walk while dragging a shock Satori behind you.

"Y-yeah. Woah, Y/n, wait! You're walking the wrong way!"

You frozed, you cheeks heating up as you turned your head to the side. "O-oh, sorry."

He laughed, and ruffled your hair. You gave him a glare and slapped his hand away.

Great. Now you're acting like Natsuki.

"It's this way, let's go." This time, he dragged you with him, and not a moment later, you both arrived at the clubroom.

You stared at the very familiar third year hallway, the light brown doors, and even the bulletin board next to it. You gulped, scraping a hand through your hair to ease your nervousness as Satori open the clubroom doors.

"Everyone! The new member is here~!"

And thus, today marks the day where you should've sold your soul for cupcakes but decided to be freaking hero instead.

Well, wish you luck.

[glassartpeasants]

Ó̶͕̂̉̏͐̎͗̕ũ̷͓̺͖̺͖͍͈͉̝̫̬̗̂̒̽͂r̶͉̱̺̩̫̝̤̙͍̗̜̲̭̝̋̆̈̀͜ ̷̨̩̫͈̱̤̬̲̺͍̣͔̉̈́͋̀̀̈́̃̎̈́́͘͘͠L̷̢̡̳̟̺̣̙̦͖̩̝͉̘͎͙̔̅͒͘ì̸̡̛͔͖̙̥̝̂͛͋̇͋̓̓̈͜͠ͅt̸̢͇͓̩̙͐̒̀͊̇̑̐̏͗́̍̒͘e̵̩̎̅̆͂͝r̸̡̡̫̱̼̼̤̠͙͖͙̙͓̼̦̐̈́̓̌́̀̓̑̑̊͑̿ą̴̦̦͉̩̞̲̙̹͎̃͋̇́̈̋͌̓́͐̅̀̄͌t̴̟̻̯̘͖̪͍̥̯͙͚̔͛͛͋̕͜͠ư̸̧̙̳̺̩͑̕͘r̸̪̖͆̔̀̓̈́̃̈̓e̸̡̢͉̣͍̺̟̣̹͈̬͊̊͜͝ ̴̩̫̮͚̘͌̂̋̋̓̓̂̊́͛́͠C̴̡̓̇̌́̈͛̓̊́̒̓̚͝ͅl̵̡͇̲̔͜ứ̵̥̟̟̤̯̲̙̺̍̈́̏́͗̏̀̓̍͒̇̓͝ḃ̸̥̭̉̂͛͋̃̈́̊͗̉̈͑̚͝

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SPOILERS FOR MHA AND DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB

Characters:

Kai Chisaki-Monika

Tomura Shigaraki-Natsuki

Dabi-Sayori

Hari Kurono-Yuri

Reader-MC

Warnings: cursing

A/N: Also i’m going off Zuffer’s headcannon that Hari is older then Kai. Sorry if its Kinda weird I was fading in and out of sleep writing this.

!Feedback is much appreciated, knowing people likes it makes me want to write more!

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Chapter 2: First Impressions

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You never knew you were holding in your breath until you sat down in the chair next to Dabi. All eyes were on you and you swore you felt like you were gonna melt by all the stare’s these men were giving you.

“Dude why did you bring a girl? It's all weird now.” You looked at the boy with ruby red eyes while he crossed his arms and huffed at you. His fingers tapping against his arm while he stared at you, most likely judging you without even knowing you. What was his problem?

“Please excuse that sour idiot over here. We welcome you into the Literature with open arms. It’ll be nice to have a girl to reread our poems and give us a womanly perspective of things.” You turn your attention to the brown haired male, otherwise known as Kai. He looked at you and you just now noticed the mask and gloves he was wearing. DId he have a cold or something? What was with that?

“Oh, thank you I suppose. Before we start anything, may I ask all of your names? It would be quite awkward joining and not knowing anyone.” You laugh nervously as you look at Kai. You could feel your soul leave you body everytime he looked at your direction. You don’t know why but something about him gave you a weird vibe. 

“Oh, where are my manners. I am Kai Chisaki, President of the Literature club. The man with red eyes is named Tomura Shigaraki. Please do not talk what he says to take to face value. He sometimes is just sour. The one with silver eyes is known as Hari Kurono. If we’re being honest probably the only one that has actually read every book in the school library.”  Tomura eh? He seems a little bit of what you would describe a moody teen. He was still a cutie though so you’ll give him a pass this time.

Now Hari was another story, you knew this man was smart but you didn’t think this man had read the entire library! No wonder he was always the top of the class. Man was top tier Einstein. It didn’t help that he gave off a timid type of aurora. That’s probably why so many girls confessed to him. They had thought he was a sweet gentleman. I mean hell you would have confessed if you weren’t too busy with school. He’s a good looking guy but you decided not to act on this little crush since he also seemed busy with school.

“Oh hey I think I remember you Hari. Last year you were in my writing class if I’m correct?” You say as you hoped he remembered you so you didn’t look stupid.

“Yes I do remember you. You were the girl that slept through most of the class right?” Your eyes widen as the last sentence. So this man is just gonna call you out? This isn’t what you signed up for...

“Y-yeah that was me.” You say as you nervously laugh and rub the back of your neck.

“Well know since you know our names, care to tell us why you decided to join our little club?”

“Dabi asked me to, I didn’t really have anything to do and I’m not really in any clubs so this seemed fun." You say truthfully. Hoping that was enough to let you stay.

“Well thats better then how Tomura joined. Dabi had a better reason then Tomura.”

“HEY! Not cool Kai!” You move your head to look at Tomura only to see him blushing as he turned his head away from everyone else to look at the other direction. Not wanting to give Kai the satisfaction of knowing he embarrassed him.

“Really? I mean Dabi’s mom made him join, what did he do?” You ask giving Tomura a smirk when he whipped his head back to look at you with a glare. You wanted to snicker at the face he was making. His ears were almost as red as his eyes.

“Don’t you dare tell her! It’s embarrassing!” Shigaraki yelled, his face red as can be. You giggle a little bit watching him try and hide his face.

“He heard that his crush was going to join, so he did in order to get closer to her. He only found out that she changed her mind after he had signed up. His mom also makes him stay after school because of it now.” Hari said from behind Kai. The tiny smile that formed on Hari’s face was enough to show that he enjoyed picking on Tomura, who seemed to be the youngest out of the 4 boys.

“Aw! That’s so cute! I think it’s really sweet.” You say smiling at Tomura. He seemed to have calmed down a bit but his cheeks were still as red as ever.

“Yeah whatever.”

“Well now since that is said and done, how about we start hmm?” Kai said as he looked around the class, looking at Tomura and Hari.

“I’ll go make some tea, probably be good for us. Especially for Dabi.” Hari got up from his seat and went into the back of the room. You turned his head along with him, watching him.

“I’ll go get the cupcakes-” Dabi said before he was interrupted by Tomura.

“No!  I made them! I’ll get them!” Tomura stomped towards the table before opening up the box which revealed cupcakes that he had decorated to look like gaming controllers. Every one had moved to the big table that was in front of the class. You had sat by Dabi and Tomura decided to take a seat next to you since you were the closest to the 

“Wow, you made these Tomura? They’re so cool!” You said as you look at him. He tried to find the words to say only to resort to look away before grabbing a cupcake and shoving his face in it.

Not wasting another moment,  you grab a cupcake of your own and slowly begin to take a bite. Your eyes widen at the taste of it. Turning your head at Tomura you give him a thumbs up, signalling you enjoyed it. 

“Here’s the tea. All I had was green tea at the moment, I’ll have to buy some more tonight.” Hari said before giving one tea cup to each member. You thank him before pouring yourself a cup of tea. 

You look to your right and see Kai pulling off his own mask to take a sip of the tea Hari had made. You finally got a chance to see his face and boy you were not disappointed. He was literally gorgeous. Why were all the men in this club so cute! It wasn’t fair at all.

“Thank you for the tea Hari. Now, we’re going to start to read and evaluate ‘The Tragedy of Macbeth’. I was able to grab some extra copies from the school library. But I’m well aware that Hari has already read it.”

“Oh I’ve read it too! When I was in writing class with Hari last year, that was a book we had to write an essay on! I remember it being made by William Shakespeare.” You say as you look at Kai and Hari. Hari gave you a small nod while Kai looked at you in question.

“It’s a good book honestly. One of my favorites from him.” You look at Kai, watching him let out a little chuckle.

“Hmm guess we learn something new every day.”

~~~

Later

“Good job everyone, we managed to get past act one today. I want you guys to go home and write 2 paragraphs or more on a summary of what we read so far, along with a poem. Other the that there’s nothing you need to do. So now that you know what we do in the literature club, are you still interested in joining (y/n)?” You attention was dragged towards Kai as he asked you that simple question. Your head moves in his direction before you smile and nod your head.

“I would Love to join the literature club. It sounds more fun than sitting in my room all day.” You laugh while looking at Kai. You could see a smile under that black mask he wore.

“Good to know you’ll be joining us tomorrow. Dabi talks a lot about you so its nice to see who he’s always talking about. But don’t worry he always says good things about you though.” You turn around to look at Dabi who seems a little embarrassed to be exposed out in front of you like that.

“Aw you talk about me!”

“Shut up.”

“I have a question though, if you don’t mind me asking Kai.” 

“Ask away.”

“How come I haven’t heard of this club before Dabi told me? You would think that people with a passion for writing would join such a club.”

“I understand your question. This club is actually fairly new. I started just close to 2 months ago, Hari was a close friend of mine so I have him to thank for helping me set it up.” Well that actually makes sense. Dabi must have gotten into this club before the wreck or after it. It’s crazy to think that he’s willing to go to a club even though it probably hurts his still healing body. You have to give him credit for that.

“Aw that’s so sweet of you Hari to help him.” You smile at him. Hari’s eyes widen a bit before going to normal. His cheeks turning the slightest pink.

“W-well he’s a friend so I had to help him.” He was stumbling over his words over a little sentence how cute!

“Yes, he has my gratitude. But I do believe that after the festival, more people would join.”

“Festival?”

“Ah I see you don’t know what it is. The festival is where all the clubs in the school show what they’re about and try to get more people to join them. I hope that we can get more club members before the time that all of us graduate.”

“Well I hope we can! That sounds pretty cool!” Kai smiled before getting up to go tak to Dabi about something you couldn’t hear. 

“What kind of stories do you like to read?” You slightly jumped from the sudden sound of Hari’s voice besides you. You haven’t read anything in a hot minute before just reading the Tragedy of Macbeth so you pop the first thing that comes into your head.

“..Manga..” You see Tomura’s head pop up from the corner of your eye but quickly turns back down to finish eating his cupcake.

“Not much of a reader I see.” You could hear a bit of disappointment inside Hari’s voice.

“But that can change! I just haven’t read anything in awhile hehe.” You say trying to defend yourself.

“Hmm, it’s interesting to see you want to read something other than manga. But I must admire you will to do it.” He says drinking his tea before he looks up at you.

“My favorite types of books are ones with mysteries, thriller and sometimes fantasy. I like them to be more complex, I find them to be more interesting that way.” Hari said as he took another sip of his tea. 

“Well that’s cool that you enjoy books like that! You must love reading the current book we started right? Its kinda like a thriller.”

“I suppose you could say that. The Tragedy of Macbeth was always my favorite from Shakespeare. But I suppose everyone has there favorite things they like to read. Kai is more interested in on books about history with doctors and such. He’s studying to become one so it doesn’t surprise me that he does. Dabi is a sucker for horror. All kinds I believe but he once said his favorite was psychological if i remember correctly. Then there’s Tomura. He tends to read more...cartoon pages then books-”

“Hey! Manga is an actual book Hari! I don’t judge you for what you read!” You both turn your head to see Tomura glaring at Hari. You spot a single book on his desk. He’s actually reading a manga right now, its kinda cute how he defends himself. You’ll have to ask what he’s reading later.

“Now now you two, there all sorts of differences between books. Besides Hari, Tomura does read books about technology and gaming history, so you might as well give him credit for that.” Kai spoke to the two males. Hari let out a sigh before turning back to you.

“I suppose your right Kai.” You turn your attention to the ruby eyed boy.

“Whats your favorite game then Tomura?” Your question caught him off guard before he thought for a moment.

“I like PvP games, like Rainbow and CoD...” He seemed a little bit embarrassed to talk about such topics, like no one has asked him about it before.

“I heard those are hard games to master, you must be really good at them then.” You smile at him causing his eyes to perk up and a small smile form on his face before it left quickly and he turned his face away, hiding a little blush that if you didn’t look hard enough you wouldn’t have seen it.

“Y-yeah whatever.”

“Just to let you know that we do share our poems with other club members (y/n). So please try to make it appropriate. Had to yell at Dabi once for doing something so immature.”

“Oh come on Kai! That was funny! Even Hari laughed!”

RRRRIIIIIINNNNGGGG 

“Oh, that's the bell. Well, I suppose we should all be heading home.” Everyone seemed to be grabbing there things and placing them in there bags which you soon follow. Everyone made a single file line out of the classroom door and started walking towards the front doors of the school. Hari and Kai walked in front of you and Dabi while Tomura was trailing behind you two.

“Hey Tomura, come up here and walk with me and Dabi. You don’t have to be lonely behind us.” You say turning back to look at him. His eyes look surprised at your request for a moment before shuffling faster to stand by your side. His face covered by his hair. You really hoped that you would get to learn more about him i the future.

~~~

Walking home

“So what did you think? Did you actually enjoy it?” Dabi asked you while you two walked down the sidewalk. His voice seemed to be wavering, as if he was insecure if you thought he was weird or that his club was dumb.

“I actually enjoyed it! I can’t wait for tomorrow!” The sound of both of your footsteps on the concrete drowned out the relieved sigh that escaped past Dabi’s lips. He looks at you smiling as you continue to talk about what you thought about the rest of his club members. You didn’t even know how happy he was that you agreed to join. He really wanted you to join so he could hang out with you more. He really did miss you, you were his childhood friend and he was worried that you two were drifting apart so to see that you were so worried and still cared about him made his heart do flips in his chest. He always had a thing for you. Kinda cliche, childhood friends become lovers. You only see that shit in movies.

“So Dabi, what is your poem gonna be about? Mines gonna be about the people I met today. Each describing them in the way I see them! Your gonna be in it too!” You say as you jump up and down while you tugged on his sleeve. His heart fluttered hearing that he was gonna be in your poem.

“Your gonna know tomorrow.”

“Hey that’s not fair! I told you what i was gonna write!” You pout while crossing your arms.

“You use to love surprises. What did that change on me now?” He laughed as he looked at your face.

“Fine then! I was gonna let you read it first but now I’ll just ask Kai!” You were bluffing of course but Dabi didn’t have to know that.

“Fine, Its gonna be about the car accident, happy?” You froze in your spot. Now you just felt like shit. You bothered him to that point, jesus some friend you were.

“Don’t worry (y/n) I’m not mad at you. Sorry sometimes I just sound like an asshole.”

“You are one.”

“Pfft like your any better man.”

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[dreamboatdani]

Sayori x Monika One Shot!

Here’s the Sayori x Monika oneshot for anon!

Sayori got up from her bed once the alarm rang. “Huh, I’m feeling quite giddy today..”, she wondered. She headed downstairs to make some breakfast. She could feel butterflies in her stomach. “I have butterflies in my stomach....is there something important today..?”, she asked herself. She sat down to eat and wonder what could be making her quite giddy. That’s when the doorbell rang.

Ding Dong!

Sayori got up, mouth still full, and opened up the door.

“Hsfllo-”

She then saw Monika smiling there. Sayori immediately blushed.

“Good morning, Sayori!”, Monika cheerfully greeted to her. “O-Oh, hi Monika...”, Sayori stuttered to Monika. She felt her face warm up and tried to hide it. “What’s the problem, Sayori?”, Monika asked, examining Sayori’s face. “N-Nothing!”, Sayori blurted out, eventually swallowing the toast that was in her mouth. “Your face is very warm. Are you sick?”, Monika said, feeling Sayori’s face and forehead. Sayori blushed even more. “N-No, I-I’m not...”, Sayori muttered. “So, I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me to school..?”, Monika shyly asked. “S-Sure!”, exclaimed Sayori. “O-Oh! That’s good then.”, Monika said, slightly blushing.

Sayori put her shoes on, got her bag, and adjusted her bow. Monika noticed Sayori’s tie needed some fixing. “Sayori, can I fix your tie for you?”, Monika asked. “Oh! Sure, thanks!”, Sayori answered. Monika un-tied Sayori’s tie, hands trembling as she fights the urge to remove Sayori’s jacket off (JESUS I’M SORRY!!!!!) and re ties Sayori’s tie into a proper tie. (How many times did I type tie in that sentence? LMAO) Both girls were blushing.

“So, shall we head to school?”, Monika asked. “Alright!”, Sayori beamed. The two girls exit Sayori’s house and began walking to school. Sayori couldn’t help but wonder how it feels like to hold Monika’s hand. “Maybe it’s soft and elegant...”, she pondered to herself. She was trying to fight the urge of holding Monika’s hand when Monika gave her a curious stare. “What’s going on, Sayori? Your hand is supposedly trying to reach for mine.”, Monika noted. “U-Uh!! I-It’s-”, Sayori stammered. “If you want to hold my hand, I’m all for it.”, Monika smiled. Sayori gulped. Would this be the chance that she could finally hold that beautiful, elegant hand? “Do it, Sayori!!”, a voice screamed to her in her head. Sayori decided to take that chance. She took Monika’s hand and held it.

“Her hand is so soft...”, she thought to herself. Monika gave Sayori a sweet smile, which obviously made Sayori blush. They arrived at school, hand in hand. Everybody was staring at them, but Monika didn’t care or noticed at all. On the other hand, Sayori was getting sweaty and nervous. “Sayori, don’t worry about those people staring at us. They’re not worth our time.”, Monika said. “O-Okay..”, Sayori stuttered. They headed into the school, and yet got more stares. Sayori was trying so hard to ignore them, but it was overwhelming enough to make her let go of Monika’s hand and run away from her.

“Sayori!”, Monika called out.

“No, no, no, no!”, Sayori cried. She then went upstairs and hid in the janitor’s closet, crying. “Everybody probably thinks I’m a lesbian freak..”, Sayori thought to herself. “The lesbian freak who was holding hands with the popular girl...”, Sayori thought to herself. Just then, Sayori heard a knock coming from the outside. 

“Sayori?”, a familiar voice rung out from the outside. Sayori kept quiet. “Sayori, I know you’re in there. Please let me in.”, the voice said once again. Sayori held her breath in. “Oh well, I’m coming in.”, the voice said. The door knob jiggled and Sayori saw the familiar figure of Monika standing there.

“Sayori, what are you doing hiding in here?”, Monika questioned. Sayori said nothing. “Are you embarrassed because we were holding hands in public?”, said Monika. Sayori nodded. “Why? We were just holding hands, that’s all. Isn’t it perfectly normal for two girls to hold hands?”, Monika told Sayori. “I-I don’t really know...”, Sayori said, fiddling with her hair. Monika closed the door behind them and turned on the light bulb hanging over their heads (sorry for the hanging reference lmao). “M-Monika?”, Sayori stammered, furiously blushing. “Yes, Sayori?”, answered Monika. “D-Do you have a crush on m-me...?”, muttered a flushed Sayori. Monika only smiled.��

............

“Yes.”

“H-Huh?”

“Yes I do Sayori. Hell, I love you.”, said Monika with absolute pride. “F-For real? B-Because...I love you too!!”, Sayori exclaimed. “I’ve always knew, my dear cinnamon bun.”, Monika warmly said, while stroking Sayori’s hair. Monika then pulled Sayori’s face close to her own, and then soon the two were kissing.

“Her lips...they’re so soft...”, Sayori thought to herself. After a few minutes, Monika pulled away. “I’ll never let go of you, my dear.”, Monika genuinely said. “If I lost you, a part of me will be broken away from my soul.” Monika yet again said. “I love you, Monika...”, Sayori whispered as she hugged Monika.

I will always love you.....

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AGHHHH I’M SORRY ANON, THIS TOOK ME TOOO LONNG!!! :’)

anyways, here ya go!!! :DD

[valkyrieofsmut]

UF!Sans Barista drabble

Drabbles

So I was looking around at some UnderFell headcanons (no, don’t worry, I haven’t stopped writing Bucky, Kurt, or any of my other characters!), and found a list of prompts (I swear I saw it on @grumpy-dino, but I can’t find it there now, and I think the original is from @origamiteacup...?) and this one spoke to me. Aaaand, since I had Fell Sans on my mind at the time... you got this.

Prompt-   “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU. 

Drabble

Sans plopped the finished drink on the pickup station. "next!" He called, trying to adjust his usual near scowl and make his flashing gold fang seem more charming than intimidating. 

It was a bunch of bs if you asked him, but he'd been 'talked to' by his manager enough times about 'looking approachable' that he really had to give it a shot before he got in real trouble. 

Another quick, overly fancy drink later, he was calling for the next customer. 

It was easier to try to look less intimidating this time around, as she was pretty cute, the kind of customer he'd 'accidentally' write his number on the napkin he handed her. 

"an' what can i get started fer you, sweetcheeks?" He asked with a grin. 

"Can I get a grande chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot?" Her eyes never left the phone in her hand. "For Monica, m-o-h-n-i-c-a. Thanks." 

Sans' pleasant expression instantly melted into a disgusted scowl. 

What the fuck had she just ordered? Extra hot- but with ice?! And the sheer rudeness of not even looking at him as she ordered, like she was above him, and whatever stupid clickbait article was more important than him. 

He clenched his sharp teeth together. "can ya run that pas' me again," he asked, this time deciding to memorize her ridiculous order to make it and get her rude ass the hell out of his store. 

She let out a half sigh as she scrolled on her phone. "Grande chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot. It's for Monica, m-o-h-n-i-c-a. Thank you," she repeated, then caught his attention just as he was turning around with, "oh! And a blueberry scone, to go, please." 

Oh, and a scone to go. Please. How very polite of her to say please and thank you, especially after such a ridiculous order. It breathed entitlement. And pissed him off. 

Sans watched her step out of line and sit at a table, still not looking up from her phone as another barista got started with the next customer in line. 

There were a few things he couldn't stand in the world, a few more he'd discovered since the monsters had been freed and made it to the surface, and this little lady may have been adorable to the point of him wondering what she had on under her pressed work clothes, but she was ticking off box after box on the list of things that infuriated him. 

He made her stupid drink, beginning the foam art, but hesitated. He glanced up at her and a mischievous grin spread over his sharp teeth. Fuck worrying about getting fired, he was getting even. He quickly finished the foam art, wrote her name on the cup, tossed a blueberry scone in a bag and set it in the pickup station. 

"monica," he called, watching as she picked them up and returned to her table to set them down, not even touching them, or looking like she was going to actually take them to go. 

He grumbled that he'd have to miss the look on her face, but took solace that he at least knew that he'd done it as he turned back to help the next customer. 

(Y/n) internally sighed again at the stupid requests that were coming in to her message box from her boss. 

'And make sure you don't forget my morning copy of the magazine.' 

'Make sure the guard isn't asleep when you get into the building.'

On and on… And on… 

She looked away from her phone and over to the cup of "coffee" she'd originally been sent out to get. In largish, rounded scrawl, was the name Monika. 

Oh, her boss wouldn't like that. 

"It has an h! There is no k in Monica!" She could imagine her declaring. 

So ridiculous. Especially because her name didn’t actually, legally, have an h in it. But also not worth the twenty minute lecture on how important a name is, and how it's equally important that important names are spelled correctly. 

Biting her lip, (Y/n) decided she'd just ask for another cup to put this one in and write the "correct" spelling with the Sharpie she kept in her purse for this exact reason. She stood and had to turn her head and squint her eyes to make sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. 

It definitely was. 

(Y/n) stifled her giggle and picked up the cup, heading back to the end of the line, waiting patiently until she got to the front, letting someone in front of her until she got to the same barista that had made the drink. 

His fangy smile looked a bit sinister and his red pupiled eye sockets turned a bit challenging. 

"somethin' wrong wit yer drink, sweetcheeks?" He asked, his low, rough voice smug. 

And sending shivers down her spine. 

"Oh, not at all," she told him, taking in the way his smile slipped. "In fact, I'd like to order it again. However, I think my boss would flip the hell out if she saw a dick in her drink. She'd also freak out if she saw her name spelled wrong."

Sans lifted a brow ridge at her. "boss, huh?" 

She nodded, the small smile still quirking her lips. "Yep. So, I need a," she pulled her phone out and centered the message again, staring at it as she recited, "Grande, chai tea latte, three pump, skim milk, four ice cubes, extra hot. And please, for the love of all that is science, spell Monica with an h so I don't have to hear about it." 

So. She'd had to read him the order, that's why she didn't look up from her phone.

Sans' grin tilted back up flirtatiously. "sorry, sweetheart, i can't remake a drink fer ya if nothin's wrong wit' it, an' ya said yerself nothin' was wrong wit' it."

Ignoring all the impatient people behind her, (Y/n) bit the inside of her lip to hold the smile back as she looked down to adjust the way the foam art was facing before she lifted it and looked up to him, sticking her tongue out and dragging it along the foam to disrupt the art. 

Sans felt his pants and chest get tighter as his smile faltered again. 

"Mm, seems my drink is unsanitary… Remake it for me?" 

Sans ran the tip of his tongue over the edge of his pointed teeth. 

She was turning out to be quite the enticing human. 

"sure thing, sweetness. gotta take that one back, though," he gestured. 

"Please," she handed it to him quickly, making a 'grossed out' face at it. 

When the drink was finished, Sans dropped it off with a napkin that just happened to have a little extra for her, calling, "sweetness." He gave her a grin as she came to pick it up.

"Hey, you missed something," she called to him, holding up a napkin. 

Sans gave her another grin, "nah, didn't forget it." He wanted to give her his number, wanted to talk to her more. 

She flashed the napkin to show her number. "Ya did." She sent a grin his way and turned, heading out before her boss could yell at her more via text message. 

Sans hurried over to get the napkin, picking it up and seeing her phone number written over "Sweetness". 

"Sans, get back to work, come on, man," one of the other baristas called. 

Sans ignored him and let the napkin fall open. His grin stretched wider and a hearty laugh jumped from his mouth. 

Under her number and "Sweetness" was, (Y/n) followed by something that could be some of that fancy curly line stuff he'd seen, except that if you held it back and looked at the whole picture, you could see that it was shaped like a penis. 

He hadn't even had a real conversation with her, but he couldn't see how she could get any more perfect. 

He could feel his soul thumping against his ribs, his grin looking maybe a bit goofy as his cheeks heated with a slightly red glow. "i think 'm in love," he chuckled to himself. 

[ddlc-imagines]

How would the girls confess their love to their s/o? ( Gender neutral pronouns, please! )

Sayori

• She’s confident she can tell you.

• She’s just going to come straight out and say it.

“I like you”

• You’ll probably just be walking her home and she stops right in her tracks. Hands on her hips and cheeks puffed out. As she begins speaking the words jumble, her hands find themself on her face.

• She can only get out,

“I...I...like-“

• Plesse, have mercy on her and shut her up. You know what she’s trying to say. Either way, she’ll be so happy and most likely start crying if you share the same feelings.

Yuri

• She most likely comes up with this plan suddenly after a installment of confidence.

• She places a poem into your book which sat upon your desk. She waits for you to pick it up.

• Most likely staring at you deeply and kind of scarily.

• When you open it, the poem falls out and she watched you read it. A smile tugging on your lips as you cover it lightly, a quick giggle escaping.

• Her face is now beet-red. Please just break her heart or say you feel the same.

• If you feel the same, she will probably stop. She didn’t expect to get this far. Just hold her hand, take it slow, and make sure she’s okay.

Natsuki

• She has this all planned out.

• She’s going to bake cupcakes with a cute little note! Probably just a basic,

“You’re cute, go out with me?”

• But her plans all fail when Sayori begins eating them and reads the note out loud.

• The club all now shares glances. Who was she talking to?

• She will hide her face behind her hands to cover the ever-lasting red glow. She just groans and points her finger out to you.

• Just please, pleaseeee, tell her you feel the same before she runs out the room. She will appreciate it and act like that never happened! She will claim it never did aswell.

Monika

• The most confident out of the three. She doesn’t need a plan or boost.

• She will invite you to play piano and during her playing, she will just blurt it out.

“I like you a lot, let’s go out.”

• An awkward stare after that as she practically is digging deep into your soul awaiting your response.

• If you say yes, it’ll be the same after that. She will just naturally hold your hand and smile, showing your hands what keys to press.

• Makes it the most loving day you’ve ever had after that. She wants you to know she wasn’t joking about what she said.

~ Mod Peachy 🍑

[r6s-imagines]

44 with Maverick please?

for sure! i’ve recently purchased maverick and hoo boy his voice is something else.

side note: i wanted this to work so bad, i dug my heels into the mud and powered through every block i faced!! i also got kinda carried away so it’s pretty lengthy

maverick x reader >> is she pretty?

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MASTERLIST

requested: yes!!!!

warnings: cursing, a lil sadness

prompts:

#44: “if i could marry anyone, i’d still choose you.”

the prompt list can be found here

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summary: with all of the time erik spends on his work, your mind begins to believe that he’s found other partners besides yourself.

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erik wasn’t hard to love, despite the doubts of others.

erik’s always been closed off, careful to keep his emotions at bay and substitute the suppression with the examination. it was a miracle you stuck around after the first date, he’d say. it was always your job to speak and his job to analyze every word. you’ve only admitted it once or twice, but you found your thighs tightening just watching his piercing gaze. he trusted nobody as much as you, cutting his hair, choosing his outfits or providing advice to improve suri. you saw his scars, his tears, and his laughs, and you loved every inch of his being. while erik rarely verbally expressed his affection, the thought was never neglected. when there’s time, he’ll climb into the bed late at night and wrap his arms around your waist, sighing into your ear. if you asked, he’d talk for hours about this and that from kabul, how you needed to try this food or learn this phrase in dari.

if erik wasn’t tinkering away with suri at your shared apartment, he was at the operative’s base, fighting for what’s right and ensuring the safety of his teammates. it just so happened that his most recent departure was to last half a year, sans electronics or any form of communication to protect against interference.

no calls, texts. you would have forgotten his face if it weren’t for the photos from the years. your mother would always tell you it was about time to marry that man, but you wanted to wait. if thorn was going to call you his, he’d wait on his own time. your mother would heckle him on the limited days he’d spend with his second parents, “discreetly” bringing up your ring size or inquire about the best man, if he had to choose. he’d merely exhale with a polite smile, picking at the food. you silently agreed with his wordless response. neither of you needed a certificate to prove your bond, while it may have been a sweet gesture if provided at any time.

erik kept his eyes on a photo of you whenever he could. it was always tucked into a pocket for quick access. during a close situation, he’d wring his hands, feeling over the tattoo of your initials on his ring finger through his gloves.

if only he could tell you he did such.

as one month turned to two and two turned to three, you began to pace anxiously, wondering how your lover was from a world away. you went through his office, perusing through the operator files and transcripts of his data, just to read his psychological profile and smile at the accuracy. you went through his rewards and souvenirs of his time in kabul, locating a spare outfit of the one he wore to missions. some days you’d wear his coat in public, and others you’d shrivel up into a fetal position under it and weep into the sleeve. your heart ached more than anything to rekindle the scents of him in your living space. you were empty, half of a person.

could he be... you perished the thought. don’t even think about it, he’s the smartest man you know! he wouldn’t put his life on the line like that! even in your nightmares, you’d watch him on the battlefield, a fallen soldier with his eyes open for the last time. you told yourself you’d love him despite any flaws, but the idea of him learning to reuse a lost limb haunted your deepest conscience. you just hoped that, more than anything, he’d be the same erik thorn that you met on that fateful day.

as you’re going through the files for what feels like the thousandth time, you finally notice a note previously missed.

“synergies: iq’s r.e.d. works exceptionally well with maverick, and it’s a blessing that the two of them are so compatible.“

“i’ve never heard of an iq,” you said, scrunching your nose. your eyes trailed down to the bottom of the page.

“additional operator’s notes:

‘he’s unlike anything i’ve seen. it’s no mystery he carries himself well; he deserves the spotlight for his extraordinary performance.’

—monika ‘iq’ weiss”

monika? you’ve never heard of her. your heart plummeted, assuming the worst. if you’ve never heard the name from his lips, and they seem to be so close, there was really only one conclusion: he was hiding her from you. but erik wouldn’t do that, right?

...right?

the next few days left you torn. the only person that seemed to want you was your bed, and you could no longer even look into his area of the room without feeling like you were intruding on this mystery woman’s side.

three months turned to four and four turned to five and a half. the idea of counting the days left on your fingers was thrilling, and you couldn’t wait to be back in his arms. the arms that another girl’s been in, your conscience spat at you. you shake your head, hard enough to remove any bad thoughts. it clawing never ceased, though, and you wanted to just cry from seeing his face. you never wanted to bring it up in fear of ruining what the two of you have been building for several years. if you pretended enough, it wouldn’t become a problem.

the day finally came.

you weren’t necessarily a trophy wife, but you prided in being able to make a full, home-cooked meal. just as you’re garnishing a pasta dish, you heard keys jingle into the lock. your knees nearly gave in but you pushed on, wiping your hands on your jeans and turning towards the entrance with a sincere smile.

his back faced you first, locking the door behind him. your heart jumped at the surreal experience, watching his tired movements complete actions he’d done for years prior. he slowly spun, eyes meeting you own. his glance was empty, more exhausted than you’ve ever seen him. his hair had grown out to his shoulders and his beard was begging for a razor. had you not known that his hair was past due before he left, you’d say he looked just like the time back in kabul, disheveled. you took slow strides, taking in every detail of his face before wrapping your arms around his middle. he placed his around your neck and held you close, breathing heavily to stop any tears. it was quiet, no words needed to be exchanged.

“i missed you,” he said lowly, voice cracking slightly. you smiled, blinking a tear from your lashes.

“i missed you too.”

it took a full minute to separate and you took off his jacket, leading him with a hand to the dining room.

“i can’t remember the last time i ate food that wasn’t packaged,” he observed, grabbing a fork and looking up. “you’re off.”

“off? how do you mean?” you swallowed. erik’s profile literally states how well he is at reading people. no amount of acting could stop his analytical gaze from staring straight into your soul. “i’m alright.”

“i’ve known you for nine years, i know when you’re lying to me.” you sighed, downing your wine.

“monika?” you mumbled to see if he would pick it up.

“what about her?” so he acknowledges it.

“who’s that?”

“coworker,” he elaborated. “why’d you ask?”

“you like her at all?”

his brows furrowed and he leaned back, tilting his head.

“yes, i’d say so. she gets the job done and she knows what she’s doing.”

“and?”

“that’s the end of it,” he took a bite.

“is she pretty?”

“what is this about?” erik placed his hands on the table, not loud enough to be called a slam, but it got the message across. you shrunk in your seat, feeling embarrassed just bringing it up. “did you go through my copy of my profile?” you nodded slowly. he stood up straighter than before.

“y/n. we’re coworkers,” he emphasized, face still. “did you really think that—“

“i dont know what i thought! i’ve never heard you talk about her and it’s been a long time—“

“six months is nothing compared to the years i’ve spent with you,” erik arose. “she happens to have a gadget that works well with my own. we need to communicate to get anything done.” you placed your head in your hands, flushed. just when you thought he was done, he continued to speak.

“i love you too much to even think of it. every minute i spent on mission, i had you in my head. i came real close to the end at one point. do you know what i said? ‘what is y/n going to say?’ i wouldn’t leave you, ever. you’re the reason i’m still standing, so if you think you’re worth any less than you are, then for the first time in ages, you’re wrong. never underestimate yourself,” as he spoke, he moved closer, embracing you once more. his scruffy chin rested on top of your head, jaw bouncing as he murmured every word. “i’d live for you, because i couldn’t stand to part from your side. i swear, those six months felt like hell and seeing you here isn’t real. i really didn’t think i had separation anxiety since that first date. you closed that door behind you and i felt so alone, i never knew how isolated i was from happiness.”

he parted, reaching to his hung jacket and fishing into the pocket. his large hand concealed the item, but you already began to cry at the thought.

“and i want this to remind you,” he got onto one knee, fumbling with the box before opening it. “if i could marry anyone, i’d still choose you.”

he didn’t even have to pop the question, you were already nodding and wiping your cheeks from the spilling emotions. he took the ring from the box, placing it on your finger.

“i planned for a different scenario,” erik admitted. “but any moment is perfect with you.”

“that’s so cheesy,” you said, smiling goofily. “i would’ve said yes any day.” you leaned into a kiss, sharing a moment of happiness for half a minute or so. “i love you.”

“i love you too,” erik replied. “please don’t forget that.”

[koffeins-writing-archive]

Beyond the screen

[Commission for @princce7 ]

The old hum of the cpu filled the messy pit that was Sans room with something besides dead silence. The monitor glowed softly as it switched on. A day off from working at the hot dog stand seemed like a good idea for the skeleton. Even if it was a day off only he knew about.

He looked back to the file he had downloaded from an email Alphys had sent him. A type of anime dating sim. Definitely something Alphys would recommend.

Sans decided that before anything, he’d grab a quick snack from the kitchen. A nice bottle of ketchup. Did he really need to eat it? Nope. Did he want to? Yes.

Once Sans was back in his room with his snacks, he sat back down at his computer and started up the game.

The cheery music and bright colors greeted Sans kindly. The music was pretty nice. The art was pretty and definitely fit the type of anime style games that Alphys loved playing.

As he played through the game, Sans learned about the four main characters. He decided to choose Sayori's route, seeing as she was the most real out of the main cast so far. Her story tugged at the skeletons heart, even if he didn't really have one. A soul was close enough, right?

Sans continued on in the game until he was met with the last few scenes of the first act. The main character was going to enter Sayori's room when the screen froze. The game letting out a low hum. Sans couldn't move the mouse nor click anywhere, so he manually shut the computer down.

"Man, my computer must really hate this thing." He said to himself, having heard his computer slowly dying and the fans whirring through all of his gameplay.

'Maybe Alphys can help me with my computer to make sure it can run the game properly without dying so quickly'. He thought.

Sans was just about to open his browser as the screen finally switched back on. Something felt different, however, but the skeleton couldn't put his finger on it. He moved his mouse to the browser icon before seeing something on the games icon.

A small little pixel out of place.

He clicked on the DDLC icon on his desktop. Nothing happened. He clicked again. This time, a small text document opened up and typed out a simple 'hello'.

Sans sat there, confused and shocked. Was this game actually a virus? Or did Alphys send him a bootlegged version?

He didn't know what else to do other than reply.

'Hey'. He typed. 'What are you doing on my computer?'

He watched as the other replied.

'Well, I'm not exactly here willingly. I think the game crashed'.

Well duh, the game crashed.

'I know it crashed. What are you? A hacker?' Sans asked.

'No, I'm not any sort of malware either. Can you do something for me?'

He was a little hesitant about it but continued to talking to whatever this thing was that had now infected his computer.

'Sure. What do you need?'

'Can you go into the games files? I think there's a way for you to fix it.'

'Why can't you do that?'

'I'm not sure. I've tried and the game won't let me access anything. Please fix it.'

Well, Sans didn't have anything better to do, so he went along with the other users instructions. Right clicking the DDLC icon, opening the task manager, and after sorting through a few files and deleting a few things, the game opened normally.

'Thank you! I'm so glad you fixed it!'.

Sans smiled at this and went to reply when the text box disappeared and the screen turned black once more. Finally, after thinking that the game had crashed or his computer had died, a text box from the game appeared, along with a familiar face, smiling right at Sans.

'Hey there! I'm Monika. I'm really glad that you fixed the game for me, I can't tell you how many times I've managed to screw up the files and code trying to get yours and others attention'.

Sans stared at the screen in disbelief. He had reached for his bottle of ketchup and gripped it a bit too harshly as the text box greeted him, getting ketchup onto his hoodie and into one of his eyeholes.

Oh boy what did Sans get himself into?

After cleaning off the ketchup from his eye and jacket, or at least cleaning to the best of his ability, Sans sat back in his chair, silent.

Sans wasn’t sure how to react. A computer game was talking to him. Or maybe it was still malware and the hacker was just messing with him big time. Whatever it was, was talking to him. Monika smiling warmly from within the screen.

Sans shoulders eased their tension and he scratched the back of his skull at this.

“So...Monika, is it?” He asked.

‘That’s correct!’ Monika replied, the words typed up quickly in the text box.

Sans let out a nervous laugh at this, unsure if he should shut the computer down, destroy it, burn it, and then call Alphys about all of this craziness.

“Alright, Monika...What are you exactly?”

‘Data I suppose. I’m not really sure of it myself. I remember the first time...well, being, I guess. It’s not something I think about much. What about you? What are you?’

“I’m just a skeleton living with his brother. I’ve got a lot of neighbors, I guess. Most of them are monsters...real monsters, not just saying that like their jerks or something.”

‘Interesting. Cause I’m pretty sure that what you just said isn’t the entire truth.’.

Monika waited for a response. Seeing that she wasn’t going to get one, the program continued.

‘You are a lot like me, are you not? Powerful, out of this world...unreal, perhaps?’.

Sans simply stared at the screen, keeping his nonchalant smile plastered on. Trying his best not to crack.

He let out a chuckle and gave a shrug. “I guess you could say I’m ‘pretty far out’, eh?”

Monika let out a laugh at this. ‘I didn’t realize the person I was talking to was such a ‘punny’ guy.’

Sans smiled more at this, thankful that Monika at least had a sense of humor... And hoped with every bone he was made out of that she wasn’t entirely malicious.

“What exactly did you have me delete? Those files?”

‘Oh...Those were just some data that needed to be deleted. Couldn’t do much with them still being in the game.’.

Sans didn’t like the sounds of that. “What do you mean?”

‘The other girls had to go. That’s just how things were meant to be.’.

Sans stared in disbelief. Monika, a being shown to be somewhat sentient, was confessing that she had him delete the other girls from the game. Girls who probably were just as sentient and real as she is.

Sans was quiet as he moved his mouse around the screen and towards the recycle bin.

‘What are you doing?’

Sans continued to stay silent as he opened the bin. The bin was empty.

“You had me kill them.” Sans muttered out quietly.

‘The word ‘kill’ is kind of strong. I’d say...’deleted’ would be a better term?’

Sans definitely did not like this.

‘It’s just like I said before; you and I are the same. In more ways than one.’

“What, a murderer?” Sans growled.

Monika shakes her head and smiles. ‘Data. Data in a game. I know it, you know it.’

Sans went to speak when Monika continued.

‘The Internet’s filled with lots of data. Data of you. Data of me. Data everywhere. We’re real in our worlds...just not out there. We live behind these screens to tell stories to those on the outside. Just like what you experienced with this dating game. Various bits of codes and data strung together to make something entertaining and real enough for an escape from the outside world.’

Monika smiled at Sans, unblinking as she waited for his response. ‘Am I not wrong?’

“...No. You’re not wrong...How the hell do you know about all that? Aren’t you just stuck in the game?”

‘Yes, and no. I’m everywhere. Whenever someone downloads the game, I’m on their computer for as long as the game stays. You don’t do much on this computer, so it’s like an old dinosaur and pretty bare.’

Monika got closer towards the screen, tilting her head. ‘You aren’t even a part of the world you say you’re in, are you not?’

Sans sat there. He didn’t know what to say. Perhaps he feared whatever she might say in response, say the truth that he so desperately did not want to hear or believe. Not now, and not ever.

“I think we’re done here.” his tone was cold and held nothing behind it.

No fear. No anger. Just there.

Sans quickly unplugged the computers plug from the socket. As he glared at the program staring back at him, he noticed something. It was quick, but there in the split second, was the softest hint of fear in Monika’s expression. And then, darkness.

Sans sat back in his chair, groaning.

If he had a proper heart, there’s no doubt that it would be racing from whatever hellish adrenaline rush that was.

He laid there for a moment before pulling out his phone. His boney fingers shaking as they pressed against the screen. Sans lifted the phone up to his face.

“Alphys? We need to talk. Now.”

Please consider commissioning me!~

[cupofkey]

@anniekawaii73 ahhhh thank you for your support!! I love every single person who read both sides now so much yall have my WHOLE heart and soul. literally I put my whole self into that fic. anyways I love germano (and other alt ships/rarepairs... @frukmerunning​’s art has put me on the germano/itapan train) so here is your drabble about these gfs on a road trip. yes they are gay yes they are horrid drivers. yes I love them

anyways I hope you like this :)

Monika’s life flashes before her eyes again, for what must be the fifth time in the last ten minutes alone, and she can’t help gasping— she doesn’t scare easily, but it’s really getting a bit difficult to have some restraint at this point.

“Come on,” Chiara snaps, jerking the steering wheel to the right and cutting off a white sedan. “Quit being whiny about my driving, or I’ll never drive you again, and you can just drive the rest of the trip.”

The sedan honks furiously. Chiara swerves back into the other lane, having passed a couple of pickup trucks.

“I appreciate you,” Monika says, strained, “but if you take the next roundabout at this speed, we are going to flip over and die.”

“If we die, we die,” Chiara drawls. “Do I look like I give a fuck?”

“I… I hope so?”

Chiara huffs. “Whatever. Look, if you’re so offended, we’ll just switch off before we get back on the highway.”

“Alright,” Monika says. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t know you were so averse to my driving,” Chiara mutters.

“Well— just not, er, in the city,” Monika says, clenching her teeth as the car rocks dangerously to one side. “I mean, we’ve just been on the highway so far, which is less…”

“Full of fucking idiots.” As if to punctuate her statement, Chiara slams on the brakes and honks furiously at the minivan in front of them that’s pulling over.

Monika sighs. “People, yes.”

“Yeah, and we went on this road trip to get the fuck away from those,” Chiara says, flicking at her turn signal for less than a second before revving up between two cars. “Or, at least, I did.”

“Fair enough,” Monika says, her nerves tinged with ease, even fondness. Mostly, she finds herself glancing over at Chiara— focusing on the determined set of her face, the striking line of her profile, the way light plays over her knuckles and fingers on the steering wheel.

We might die, but I can’t complain about the company.

“Quit staring at me,” Chiara huffs. “I can fucking feel it. I’m trying to drive.”

“I can’t help it,” Monika says.

Chiara flushes, white-knuckling the wheel even tighter than she already is, her throat bobbing as she swallows. No response— a flash of buzzy elation squeezes Monika tight.

Ah, she’s so… 

“Here, you weirdo,” Chiara grumbles, pulling into a strip mall parking lot and throwing the car in park. “So you can stop staring at me while I’m trying to focus. You better be the best fuckin’ driver on the planet.”

Monika snorts lightly. “I’ll try my hardest.”

So they get out of the car and switch, and Monika spends a solid minute readjusting everything to her height (“It’s not my fault you’re an Amazon,” Chiara says, although she doesn’t sound too angry about it.) Then she gets back onto the main road, following the signs pointing to the interstate— lawfully, because she prioritizes safety, and her focus is completely on the road.

That is, until Chiara squeaks.

“Are you—” Monika stutters, glancing over to see her girlfriend flattening herself against the seat, eyes big and jaw clenched. “Er, is something—”

“Why,” Chiara grits out, “are you driving. So fucking fast.”

Monika frowns. “I’m… is this fast? I’m in the left lane, I’m leaving space for other drivers, I’m signalling…”

“You’re literally driving over a hundred miles per hour.”

“And?” Monika says, a little defensively now. “You were swerving like a getaway driver back there.”

“Because people are slow and stupid,” Chiara hisses. “Nobody is being stupid here. There’s one other person and you’re trying to accelerate off the fucking planet.”

Monika winces— I’m not going that fast, am I? I’m not. This isn’t that fast for the highway, it’s just…

“Well,” she cautiously says. “It’s a little over the speed limit. But I’m careful.”

Chiara just groans, sinking into her seat and pressing her hands into her face. “A little. For Christ’s sake.”

“Do you want to…” Monika bites her lip, torn between feeling worried and amused, checking her mirrors and smoothly passing the car in front of her. “Maybe you can take a nap? You’ve been driving for the last few hours, after all.”

“How the hell can I nap when you’re driving like it’s NASCAR?”

“Alright, alright,” Monika sighs, “I’ll try to slow down. And I’ll pull over at the next rest stop so you can get a break. Is that okay?”

“Fine,” Chiara mumbles, and she curls up against the window, looking very…

Well, she doesn’t look angry. Just small.

Monika finds herself smiling at the road as the minutes tick by, easing her foot off the gas as much as she can handle, luxuriating in the gentle brush of the air conditioning against her face. Maybe we’re both idiots who can’t drive safely, but I can’t bring myself to mind. The fact that I’m taking a trip with her at all…

“Hey, one mile,” Chiara announces, pointing at the sign indicating a rest stop. “Get over there.”

“Alright, alright,” Monika chuckles.

She signals, changes lanes, finally slows down to the speed limit as she takes the exit. It’s a pretty small rest stop, all things considered: there isn’t much beyond a modest restroom and a single park bench, a dented trash can that’s near overflowing with scraps of this and that, a couple beat-up looking cars.

Monika pulls into a parking space, checks her reference points. They get out of the car and stretch.

“I’m never letting you drive on the highway again,” Chiara declares. “We’re taking the scenic route from now on.”

Monika chuckles, twisting left and right. “Didn’t we decide it was a waste of gas?”

“No, you decided,” Chiara says. “And my sanity is a hell of a lot more important than gas money. I don’t want you to crash and die in front of me.”

The words are morbid, flippant, and horribly, horribly endearing. Monika makes her way over to the passenger side.

“Only if I get to drive any time we enter city limits,” she dryly says.

Chiara huffs. “Deal. Now come here, I was seriously fuckin’ worried.”

She tilts up on her tiptoes, something that makes Monika’s heartbeat race uncontrollably— oh, god, she’s so lovely, I think I’m going to die.

Well, maybe not. As long as Chiara sticks to driving on the highway.