#st. pavlov foundation

[definesanity]

St. Pavlov punishment: Watch all of the Bee Movie.

[yuellii]

“ Would I have the honor to invite you for dinner? There's a banquet held by someone I don't know. I'd say it would be lavish of us if we don't enjoy it. ” — tennant / gn reader

“A rose for you,” she presents. And that slow, deep rumble of her voice sends a shiver that stirs your attention.

There is a tremor in such a thing, one that overshadows your body when she leans standing over your chair. Perhaps it was her hat, and the way it hovered over your heads; Or perhaps it was the large coat hanging off her shoulders, and how it created this air of mystery around her figure. But even a tremor so lightweight caused you to nearly choke on your drink when she presents you such a fresh rose out of nowhere.

“Tennant,” you name, though it was not your intent to carry slight distaste in your voice. Similarly, you couldn’t help but lean back against your chair to avoid her close proximity. “I don’t believe you were invited here at tonight’s banquet.”

She hums. “I see you aren’t one to fall for lowly, cheap tactics, my lord,” she says disappointedly, yet there is an baritone of amusement that flows through the air of her lips. “I thought that surely, you’d be flattered enough to allow me as your plus-one. What can I do to please you, should roses not suffice? Another drink? Perhaps a diamond?”

Along her string of words, she finds her place on the seat next to yours at the banquet table. Ah, that cannot do. These seats were already reserved before the event, and it was only a matter of time until the rest of your table attendees arrived as well.

“The people here,” you sighed, “They’ll no longer fall for your trickery, I fear.”

A refusal enough on your part—you could only hope she got the message. Her offers of wealth and of diamonds were only scams, and you came to know that very well. But when she merely scoffed, you only groaned to remind yourself just how persistent this mad woman can be.

( Especially, with you. )

“I’m shocked!” she expresses with a dramatic hand over her heart. There is a feigned hurt in her voice, but the way she holds back a smirk is very apparent. “Would you really think so lowly of me?” And at this, she leans closer to you by the dimly lit table side, feeling all-the-more suffocated at her nearing proximity. Damn this woman. “A kind gentleman would not bestow any trickery,” she says, as if you’ve spoken the most absurd words in the world. “And I believe that I am above a gentleman who would offer fake diamonds, wouldn’t you agree?”

You roll your eyes. “Asking me to agree with you is like asking me to marry a corrupted congressman.”

She smiles, attractively so. “This is why I like you…” her voice trails. She tilts her head, leaning it downwards to the side and then looks up at you. “You’re a glowing luxury”—her words are muttered with barley contained excitement, practically breathless—“perfect for deceiving the likes of this greedy, greedy nobles around us.”

There is a question left unspoken in the way she gazes so enticingly at you; half lidded eyes glowing red under the expensive lighting of this banquet. She was a feat of her own, already breaking into here in the first place. And now, she just needed you to officially invite her as your plus-one invitation. The best thing you could do was refuse her. But unfortunately, she has seemed to figure out your weakness by now.

“Stand up,” you sighed. “Let’s go get your ticket.”

There is a winning smile on her face.

When she stands, she moves forth to offer her arm to you. With the way you so naturally hold onto her, she feels a confidence at her confirmed guess: It was not a desire for roses, or diamonds, or any material thing that would win over your favor.

Rather, it was Tennant herself.

She grins to herself. Oh, she hopes she doesn’t break your poor heart.

[foreverwewait]

“.. your hat is tilted.”

that was the first thing click had said when he had seen you, and that was all that left his mouth, at first. taken aback, you flipped around to face the disembodied voice and almost fired back a quip — almost, until you realized there was not a hint of animosity in the way he looked at you; no, only a genuine desire to help.

he blinked at you, once, twice, eyes flitting from your hat to your face and back again. you took note of his hands, blurry and gray; the way they inched towards his camera for a split second before dropping back down, as if his fingers had a mind of their own and wished to capture even such a mundane moment as this. (this was something you’d come to know as time went on, and with it you would realize it was not as mundane as you thought.)

you dipped your head. your fingers flitted to the brim and adjusted it — once, twice, to the side and a bit forward, back a quarter of an inch. he nodded, then chased off the gesture like it was a critter with a quick “that’s good.”

you turned to face him. his hands finally came to rest on his camera, and he raised it to one eye and closed the other. he did not ask you to smile. you did regardless.

[meidnightrain]

"good morning. i had a dream last night. in my dream, i...you wanna know?"

you looked up blearily with a wary glance shot in the direction of the genius boy you loved so. you loved every part of him, even the parts that drove you mad such as this. but maybe early morning shenanigans was a little too far for you? not that you had the heart to tell him though.

"what did you dream of this time? i hope it's not another variation of the goldberg machine...it didn't work last time, in fact, it went up and burned the blueprints for my project." you yawned sleepily, stirring the steaming cup of coffee.

X merely shook his head profusely as he gestures for you to go over to him with a cocky smirk beginning to bloom on his lips, the smile that you'd fallen victim to countless times and this time you find yourself falling into his trap again.

“come here and i’ll tell you…”

you heaved a sigh, getting up from the dining table to move closer to him, only for him to seize you by the waist suddenly. you gasped in shock as X danced around the dining room with you in his arms, twirling and dipping you close to him. you could feel his breath hovering over your lips, the smell of his favourite scented tea latched onto his coat, feel the way his gloved hands sent electrifying shiver up to your spine as he held you tenderly.

"i dreamt of kissing you. now...should we make that a reality or overrule this as a theoretical possibility?" X murmured lowly, his mismatched eyes gazing deep into your soul. you could see sparks fly as his lips met yours, electrifying you and bringing you back to life.

maybe his dreams weren’t all bad if it meant that you could kiss your boyfriend senseless.

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[addictedtoreverse1999]

Ooo can you do what would medicine pocket, dikke, and pavia do when nervous flustered gn reader try to do kabedon is on them?

Winter's Notes: OMG i didn't read your request properly and just wrote it as the reader normally doing kabedon.. sorry about that T-T but i like what i did too it. sorry about that and I hope you like my modified version.

Another Note: Kabedon is where you pin someone against a wall typically while confessing your love or something. For more info, search it up.

Style: Quote + Headcanons

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request!

Warnings: suggestive [pavia], mentions of making out [pavia again], mentions of killing and murdery stuff [once again behold pavia], kissing [all of them}, flustered medicine pocket, established relationship!

"Nice try."

-Trying to pin Pavia down is like trying to mop up the ocean. Even backed up against a wall, even if you were taller then him- it would end up with Pavia pinning you against the wall.

-And considering how strong that guy looks, you probably wouldn't be able to escape.

-It would be genuinely scary. Honestly, he kills people for a living, of course it would be scary to be pinned down with a murderer. [if you like that sort of person then you'd get along great with Pavia.]

-Probably ends up with you two making out

"..What are you doing?"

-Medicine Pocket's first reaction is to flick your forehead. Then they process what you're doing instantly and now you have flustered Medicine Pocket *jazz hands*.

-Probably would take some time to completely comprehend whatever you're doing or saying.

-Then Medicine Pocket would just kiss you on the nose and run away like nothing happened.

-The next day, Medicine Pocket claimed that they had no idea what you were saying. Perhaps they have short-term memory loss. *cough* totally

"..Huh?"

-Would probably think that this is a attempt on her life. I mean, consider how emotionally constipated Dikke is, she probably has no idea what the living hell you're doing.

-Would probably just stand there until it's so awkward that you run away.

-The next day after you explained what happened, Dikke gave you a kiss as a sorry.

[at least you didn't get punched.]

[stellar-skyy]

Hellooo!! May I please request Зима as a lover? Just sweet fluff with how he caught feelings, how he expresses his love, silly things about him, headcanons, etc. I hope this wasn't too confusing and I'm super sorry if I broke one of the rules, you can just ignore this if I did. Thank you so much nevertheless!!

WINTER ADRIFT — Zima x reader.

i. SUMMARY: Zima as a lover. ii. CONTENT WARNINGS: None! iii. NOTES: Fluff, so fluffy, headcanons, gn!reader, 0.7k words. iv. A/N: Hiii anon!! I was really happy to write this, I love this silly little man. Thank you for the request! ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ

Zima is a very serious looking person. He doesn’t smile often, his words are few and far between, and when he does speak it is quiet and under his breath.

Despite this somewhat intimidating appearance, Zima is a very soft person at heart. He adores his little bird, his notebooks filled with scribbled poetry and other writings, and of course you. 

You, who appeared in his life as quickly as rainfall, bringing a certain light that he’d never experienced before. You, who split his life into two: the Before, and the After.

Before, he was a lonely poet wandering the Far East, with no one but wild animals to keep him from complete isolation. There was only his bird, his poems. It was a quiet life, one that let loneliness seep in far too quickly for his liking, but it was predictable and calm.

And then came the After. Before, he didn’t mind the solitude. But After—After, he couldn’t bear it, because he’d finally gotten a taste of what it was like to not be alone.

Zima’s days turned from sitting still for hours, writing diligently in his notebook, to walking alongside you through trees, watching the snow fall against his windows together, and baking bread in a kitchen far too small for two.

He fell for you very quickly, even if it took a while for him to realize it. It was only when he reflected upon his notebook and its contents, and noticed the sheer amount of writings dedicated to you. He doesn’t quite focus on his work after he’s penned it, so it was easy enough for the poems to be composed and then tucked away into his mind without realizing how many of them were a reflection on his feelings towards you.

By the time the two of you were properly together, he had already written enough to spill the contents of his heart ten times over.

He’s a very early riser, so he always ends up waking up before you. When he wakes up, he likes to look over at you; to watch your chest rise and fall in a careful rhythm, and observe the way your lips slightly part with every puff of breath. He’ll brush a hand over your forehead first, moving any loose strands of hair out of the way, before pressing a quick kiss to it.

Physical affection isn’t easy for him—in fact, he’s rather shy about it. He would prefer to hold your hand or chastely kiss your cheek rather than be overly affectionate, but if you ask for a hug or kiss, he won’t refuse.

(He gives amazing hugs. Just tight enough to feel secure without being restricting, and warm enough to keep away the winter chill.)

Even if he wants to shower you in sweet words and compliments, he isn’t flawless in the language and sometimes his speech fails him. Talking out loud is more difficult than writing, so the loving compliments he does give you are to be treasured.

Instead of words, he leaves you with gifts. A poem, dedicated to you. Wildflowers, picked from the snow and tied together with a ribbon. Baked foods, each more delicious than the last.

He’ll spend hours with you, not talking, just existing in the same space as him. If you sit with him long enough, you’ll be able to hear quiet mumbles under his breath as he becomes fully absorbed in his writing.

He knew he loved you as soon as the animals became as comfortable around you as they were around him. It began with his bird, who despite being all but glued to his side ever since they had met, decided to land on top of your head and settle in your hair. Next came the rabbits, and the ferrets, and then all of the rest of the creatures.

Those animals were his companions, his friends. It was inevitable they would love you just as much as he did, and seeing them warm up to you so quickly was only further proof that you were the one for him.

Seeing you sitting there, with his bird nestled into the crook of your neck, a fox curled on your lap and an elk resting at your side…

He can’t think of a moment where he’s felt more content.

“Hmm? What are you smiling about?”

“Ah… it is nothing… you simply look… perfect."

reblogs and comments are appreciated! ♡

[reynasdream]

THE ICE THAT SCRAPED AGAINST OUR FEET

⤷ pairing: the fool x reader

⤷ content: reader is gender-neutral with no specified pronouns, established relationship, fluff, reader is said to be a dancer but it isn't really discussed on, use of the terms "dear", " my dearest", and other stuff like that, a single mention of puking but it doesn't actually happen

⤷ word count: 0.4k+

⤷ synopsis: the fool asked you to perform with them!...in a way you didn't expect but couldn't possibly refuse.

⤷ note: written for the advent event of the st. pavlov foundation, my prompt is "ice"! had so much fun writing this oml

⤷ taglist: @julestotaldrama

taking your hand, the fool grinned as they glided you against the frozen lake. your heart rate was increasing, yet the fool's touch eased your feelings ever so slightly. your gaze flickered from the fool's hands to the ground, and back to their hands.

the feeling of their hands intertwined with yours made the heat flow to your cheeks, despite the cold weather. you looked at the fool, their face still concealed by their mask, yet you could tell they were grinning ear-to-ear.

their skates moved smoothly against the ice, contrasting to the jagged movement of yours. your breath hitched and you swore your heart skipped a beat as the fool suddenly placed their hands on your waist and lifted you up. you yelped, looking down at them. however, they still kept a wide smile on their face.

"needn't worry, dear!" the fool spoke, spinning you around in the air. you didn't know what to do, but you hoped that the fool wouldn't let you go.

"hello, dear!~" the fool cooed in your ear. you turned your head to face them, tilting your head curiously. you gave them a small smile, returning the greeting.

"you are a dancer, correct, my dear?" the fool grinned. you sighed softly, asking them what they wanted. you knew if they asked an obvious question like that, they were asking for a favor.

"well, dearest, i was curious if you would care to join me in ice skating. needn't worry -- it is very similar to dancing!"

you would have regretted accepting their strange offer if they didn't promise to peck your face with soft kisses afterward.

they continued to spin you around, causing your vision to become hazy. thank god you hadn't eaten beforehand, or else you would have thrown up.

was ice skating always so intense?

the fool finally placed you back on the ground, yet leaving you no time to adjust to the level change as they let go of one of your hands and dragged you around the ice. they laughed and giggled, and you couldn't help but smile at them.

after spinning you around a couple more times (on the ground) they pulled you close to them suddenly, giving you a kiss on the lips. you stared at them, dumbfounded and breathing heavily.

"was that too harsh of a performance, dear?" the fool chuckled. you only gave them a glare, before wrapping your arms around their waist and pulling them into a tight hug.

[st-pavlov-foundation]

ST. PAVLOV FOUNDATION . . “THE FOUNDATION”

a sfw reverse: 1999 writer’s network.

✧ A COMPLETE GUIDE TO BRAVING THE STORM (how to join, rules) TIMEKEEPERS (staff) ARCANISTS (members)

[fruit-kick]

the foundation offers arcanists the right to exist as long as they follow the foundation as martyrs, while manus offers humans the right to exist as long as they follow them as monsters. neither side is looking for equality. st pavlov seems like it, but their relationship with arcanists is conditional and controlled. their goal is less "humans and arcanists living together in harmony" and more "lessen the threat and utilize the power of arcanists for humans"

its easy to think of the foundation as the hero since we're experiencing the story as a member; surrounded by other members taught by the foundation, but at some point, it becomes clear they're not interested in the lives of arcanists

[hammerbonk]

St Pavlov Foundation stop brainwashing children challenge

[akutasoda]

'blizzard' - st. pavlov foundation’s winter celebration!

✩↛my entry towards @st-pavlov-foundation 'advent event'!

✩↛synopis - lilya never minded snow, yet she can't help complain when it gets in the way

✩↛warnings - gn!reader, fluff, wc - 528

lilya actually didn't mind snow. she grew up in russia afterall. she always enjoyed playing in the snow as a child and even when she began flying planes it never bothered her. during her early days as a pilot she always liked to push her luck and fly during snowfall regardless of what others thoughts as she thought it was fun.

she thought it was a great challenge. but then she actually started caring on the condition of her planes and realised it wasn't that good for them and stopped. not entirely however. ever so often of she was bored enough she would sneak into the cockpit and go for a fly.

and while the snow never caused issues, it was blizzards that really annoyed her. blizzards meant she couldn't fly for atleast a couple of days depending on how severe. especially during the winter, she hated those the most.

she was pacing up and down by the window to the door, dressed and ready to head outside - not as if she could however. you simply observed for a bit from the living room before turning your attention elsewhere. this was now the second day of a particularly harsh blizzard that effectively managed to snow you both in.

the snow was higher than the door outside and thus making it near impossible to leave. you didn't really mind as it was meant to clear in a maximum of three days but you knew lilya thought much different. she had been itching to finally go for a fly especially because she promised to show you a spot she found.

she stilled for a moment before commenting 'are you sure i can't find another way out?'

you simply hummed in response, attention elsewhere. she would have to calm eventually right?

'if you keep focusing on the snow it'll only get worse' you tired convincing her. and without your attention wavering she threw herself onto the spot next to you.

'aren't you bored of staying inside all this time?' she inquired as she starred at the ceiling.

another hum from your end made her huff. you knew she hated blizzards but there really wasn't much to do. so you simply took her hat and placed it to your side before opening your arms in attempt to coax her into your embrace.

she took the initiative and positioned herself to stare out the windows - although the snow covered more than half as the wind battered the rest. you brushed a few strands out her face before commenting 'if you settle and let the blizzard pass, i promise you can take me wherever for a flight'.

while she nearly did anyway, she seemed to perk at this and very happily obliged seeing as she had also caught wind of weather reports. after a short while of comfortable silence you finally commented with a smile to try and distract her 'i still don't understand how you wear practically the same outfit for flying regardless of the weather, especially winter'.

[yuellii]

“ The... inspiration always comes at night... till now. ” — zima / gn reader, for @st-pavlov-foundation winter event

Day 18 — Sweaters / Blankets

“There’s… snow,” says he.

His nose scrunches up as a snowflake tickles his skin upon its wake, and almost instinctively does he bury half his face under his scarf. And that’s when the presence of his garment makes him realize that it is something you lack—a source of warmth to shield you from this growing cold. Zima hurries to push you back inside, shutting the door in a panic.

He’s only recently begun to become considerate.

Twenty-nine years of being beguiled by Earth’s nature, and yet it’s taken him this long to truly notice the little things. Little things, such as the slight goosebumps lining your arms, or the pajamas you still wore, or the lack of warm clothing on your body. Years ago, he might’ve not noticed how warm he was compared to you, or even how your neck did not carry a scarf like he did. He might’ve been inconsiderate.

“The first snowfall,” you hush excitedly nevertheless. “No wonder it’s colder now, even inside.”

You shiver from an opened window, and he stays silent, the slightest of pouts ghosting upon the line of his lips. That was when you almost toppled over, a sudden weight dropping down on your shoulders with no remorse as a spread of heat enveloped the back of your body. It seemed almost like an attack if not for the scent of pine filling your nostrils, as well as the pale arms that carelessly dropped the coat onto you.

( Good intentions, truly—but that execution of his might’ve been terrible. He’s certainly more observant than he was before, but there might be a few more things he still needs to learn… )

Your hand dashed to your shoulders to quickly catch the top of the coat before it slid off your body, Zima not realizing he actually had to adjust the piece of clothing before leaving it on you. The shyness of his fingertips proved hesitant as they stuttered in its movements just to help you; he only figured the warmth of his coat would help you, but only ended up cursing himself for not anticipating this drawback.

“But,” you muttered closer to him, burying half your face onto the top lining of his coat, “Won’t you be cold?”

( His heartstrings strum, just an ever-so slight melody in the air. It’s as he buries half his face in his scarf, just as you do the same in his coat. You’re matching. He finds his lips smiling inside his scarf. )

He hums in incoherent thoughts, muffled words reassuring, “‘M fine… I’m… Used to snow.”

Zima catches your eyes lower to the flush of his cheeks. He wonders what you’re thinking about. Surely, it’s something more interesting than him.

“Let’s get blankets and hot chocolate?” you propose.

“Hm?”

“So that we’re both warm.” There’s a smile on your face: One that he can see clearly from your eyes alone, and not your lips that still his themselves under his coat. He’s never thought a person could smile like that before. He needs to write this down.

But he stays silent, stringing words of rhyme and of natures in love that you’ve so dangerously planted in his mind. And he blanks out, comfortably indeed, mindlessly allowing you to pull him along as you prepare blankets and hot chocolate mugs for him to learn even more about warmth.

This blanket… It suddenly felt lovelier shared with you.

[doodles-kit]

Random stuff, [Ft. Tactician]

[New character unlocked]

Tactician is my friend's character, and since she's the one who got me into Rev 1999, along with starting the creation of TypeWriter. It's fair that they're going to be a huge part of my posts.

Written text:

Tactician: I will be "babysitting" the both of you from now on.

TypeWriter: WHAT!!?

Horropedia: I think you mean "supervising", right Ms. Tactician?

Tactician: No... Babysitting

BONUS

Written Text:

Tactician: "The reason you hate physical contact even tho you're extremely touch deprived. Is because it's been so long since you felt loving physical contact from another person that you think it's a threat."

[Yeah I got this from a meme]

[Oh yeah. A little fact: Tactician is a Human and she's in the House of Integratus.]

[meidnightrain]

I'LL BE YOUR WINTER SUN FOREVER - x

summary: in which you take an escapade under the dazzling winter sunshine

warnings: reader is gn, implied relationship with x, pure fluff

notes: surprise, i’m the writer for day 15 of st pavlov’s advent event! my prompt is “winter sun” and the character i have chosen is none other than x!

“the last time i enjoyed the sun like this was in the afternoon," he explained with a small grin.  footprints ahead of you as you trudged through the deep snow, disregarding the chill in your bones brought on by the biting wind.

it wasn’t rare for x to drag you out with no explanation given; the mismatched puppy dog eyes and a small pout he gave you were more than enough to get you to cave you in. at times you’d wonder what was going through the winding gears of that machine brain of his, but then you’d realise better not, one troubled genius was enough in your relationship.

“a winter sun?” you asked curiously, skirting over a fallen branch hidden in the white plains, its rotting wood merging with the melting snow. just where was he taking you anyway? 

x nodded his head but he did not spare a glance back at you. “i went for an outing in the orphanage. but later, they found me." 

“why am i not surprised? they didn’t punish you, did they?” you directed your gaze to his body in front of you, oblivious to the white snow wetting the exquisite leather of your boots.

if he caught the hesitance in your question, he didn’t address it; his tone was indifferent as he replied to you. “no, it was just a shame. ah, we’re here."

in the heart of this winter woodland stood a snowy clearing, decorated with pink camellias, their colour sticking out in contrast against the white background. you held bated breath, slowly wandering deeper into this scene of a romance movie, your fingers pink from the cold, touching the petals gently.

“how?” you murmured, seeing the air you exhaled emerge in a mist from your lips due to the frigid temperature.

“i use this area for more volatile experiments that necessitate field research. it’s useless to test during the winter, so i allowed druvis to plant her winter flowers here temporarily.” he tilted his head with a smug grin. he knew that camellias were your favourite flowers; there was no way he offered druvis to grow her precious flowers without anything in return for him.

you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at his explanation, crossing your arms in an attempt to keep warm. “that's very suspicious of you."

“because…i wanted to put this heat warmer to the test! melts the snow and keeps you warm instantly with a single touch, without the need for big, bulky equipment! plus, it can make you hot cocoa on the go!” he declared with no ounce of shame, revealing a machine covered in cloth with the same white shade of snow to you.

you stifled a chuckle, listening to x ramble on about how his latest invention was different than the one people had invented as he touched random buttons. eventually, the words leaving his mouth became a foreign language to you that your brain had tuned out, subconsciously telling you to admire the pink camellias in the white snow.

the winter sun shining through the snowing clouds and illuminating your flushed face was enough to cut x off from his long-winded explanations and the workings of his latest machine for the beauty a cat had seemed to catch the tongue of this mouse. 

“something wrong? why did you stop?” you said, shaking him awake from the awe that had paralysed him.

“n-no, nothing’s wrong. i think i’ll have to postpone the experiment; i just remembered that this isn’t the ideal condition to record the data i require.” x added quickly, the way his eyes were looking all over the place, but your face was enough indication to let you know something was up, but you didn’t push it.

you hummed along to his lame excuse with a knowing grin, gesturing for him to come join you amongst the flowers and bask together in the winter sun.

to think that the last time he enjoyed the sun like this, he couldn’t even think of a scenario that could compare with the way he had felt back then. soaking sunshine into his growing bones paired with the gentle way falling snowflakes kissed his skin was something out of a dream. but then again, he didn’t have you at that time. 

so he sat next to you in this field of flowers, sunshine seeping into his soul, your head on his shoulder, and the falling snow like a kitten licking his fingers. his experiment could wait a hundred years and fail a hundred times if he could experience this moment over and over again. this time, no one would catch him here with you in this snowy paradise under the beautiful winter sun.

© MEIDNIGHTRAIN 2023. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, SHARE, TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD MY WORKS ONTO ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION

[addictedtoreverse1999]

Yahooo

Can I request a jealous medicine pocket and x (separately) cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and shit while when they're with them reader gets all shy and stuff to show any affection and they get jelly cuz reader is rlly affectionate with friends and stuff

Anyways, that's it. Have a good day‼️‼️

Winter's Notes: I loved writing this, and I finally broke out of my weird brainwork where I couldn't write anything properly. Hope you liked this! Also does anyone know how tall Medicine Pocket and X is?

Style: Drabble ♥

MASTERLIST

Feel free to request! 

Warnings: Fluff, hugging, mentions of kissing. Other than that, nothing!

You could feel Medicine Pocket's jealous stare from what felt like miles away. 'It's nothing,' you told yourself as you continued to chat with friends.

Your suspicions were confirmed correct as Medicine Pocket sneaked up behind you, with no regard of your current situation and hugging you.

"You should have seen your expression."

Medicine Pocket then promptly exited stage right, leaving you alone with your giggling friends and a flabbergasted expression.

Later, don't be a menace to society and give Medicine Pocket some hugs and kisses, won't you?

X is very obvious when he is jealous. Therefore, you should have known that he would sneak up to you like that.

"Boo!"

He then bear hugged you, wrapping his arms around your slender frame. You're now stuck with a living, breathing, genius of a teddy bear.

Make sure to give him more affection, unless you want this to happen more often. [Also, now you're going to smell like X's favorite tea for a while. He probably did that on purpose, that little cheeky guy]

[rainswept]

working on something that will probably never see the light of day.. BUT IT LOOKS SO NICE i’m so sad.