and i need a new phone cover

“hello,” the dark lord said, “i need a library card.”

“everyone needs a library card,” the librarian said brightly, sliding a form across the desk. “fill this out.”

the dark lord produced her own elaborately plumed quill from the depths of her robes and scrawled her name in handwriting that was completely illegible but seemed to whisper the secrets of the dark from the blinding white page. “yes, but i need mine in order to take over the tri-kingdom area.”

the librarian’s polite smile barely faltered. “funny, the last dark lord to try that didn’t bother with a card.”

“yes, and do you see that fool currently ruling our kingdom? no. of course not. utterly ridiculous, to attempt to take over any size country without a library card, much less an intermediate-sized one like this.” she accepted the thin plastic card with a gracious flourish of her gloved hand.

the librarian, adding the new card’s number to the database, privately agreed, but chose not to say anything.

the librarian balanced the pile of pulled books under one elbow and held the list of call numbers in their hand for easy consultation. “intermediate spell casting for grades three and four,” they murmured, running fingers along the peeling spines until they found it. “willing to bet that’s sorrel’s request.”

they fit the large, paperbound book under their elbow and moved on, checking the list again. “magical creatures encyclopedia, L through M. that’s jackaby trying to finish the entire set by midsummer.” they would get that one last to carry it around the shortest amount of time.

“next — the complete guide to raising the dead.” they paused in front of the row of shelves with the right call numbers. they could guess the requester of that one too, but knew better than to say it out loud.

the return slot thunked loudly as it swung open and closed, having swallowed the returned books with a wet gulp.

“good morning,” the dark lord said pleasantly as she looked up from sliding her books in — or as pleasantly as “good morning” could sound when it was uttered by a voice that sounded like gravel being chewed to pieces by the jaws of a large monster.

“it is, very,” the librarian said crisply, conjuring a clean handkerchief for the still-slobbering return slot.

the mouth just visible under the dark lord’s enormous cloak hood curved into a scythe’s blade smile, but she said nothing else.

“did you enjoy your books?” the librarian asked, since she wasn’t moving and there were no other people waiting (most likely because of the dark lord standing there).

the hood nodded up and down. “extremely. especially the taped lecture by doctor dramidius ardorius of the dark arts institute.”

“well, we have many more taped lectures. i especially recommend the one on the healing powers of tea.” they tilted their head in a now get out sign. the poor steam-powered self-checkout contraption would get overheated if people were too scared to check out at the front desk.

they didn’t really expect the dark lord to take the recommendation seriously, but the next day they noticed the cloaked, hooded specter glide out the door with the taped lecture on magic-infused herbal teas tucked between a CD of dark chants and a step-by-step art book on drawing occult symbols.

“you give good recommendations,” the dark lord said with a shrug when the librarian raised their eyes from the front desk’s computer to the shadows of her hood.

the librarian wasn’t sure what to say. “you seem to take up quite a lot of my time.”

“i’m only a simple library patron,” the dark lord replied in a saintly voice that resembled a dragon coughing up a partially digested house. “do you enjoy mermaid song?”

“yes. you can find the library’s collection in the CD section over there.” they looked pointedly back down at the computer.

“i hear there’s a concert on the shore tomorrow evening.”

“perhaps we’ll get a recording of it.”

the dark lord continued taking out books on various unsavory topics. the librarian continued suggesting books on healing, positive thinking, and community service. the dark lord seemed more amused with each visit. her smile was almost charming, once you got past the long, sharp teeth.

the librarian was trying to go about their usual morning ritual of pulling books that had been requested the night before, but the dark lord wouldn’t stop making faces at them from behind gaps in the shelves. she seemed to find it hilarious. the librarian hadn’t decided yet if they were amused or annoyed.

“ooh, look at this,” the dark lord said, pulling a sturdy but beaten up board book featuring a werewolf mid-transformation on the cover from the shelf. “this was my favorite when i was just a little menace.”

“somehow i’m not surprised.”

the dark lord tucked the book into the ridiculous basket made of a large skull that floated alongside her. “didn’t you have a favorite picture book when you were little?”

“Barker the Sentient Book End,” the librarian said promptly. “i screamed for it every night until someone read it to me, long after i’d already memorized each page.”

the dark lord cooed, sounding like a cross between an owl and something eating an owl. “adorable. i knew you had a little monster in you somewhere.”

the librarian crossly debated denying being a monster at all or pointing out they had actual kraken blood in them.

they should have guessed how close the dark lord was from how good her mood was, but it wasn’t until they arrived at work on monday that the librarian heard the news.

“the newest dark lord managed to overthrow the faeyrie monarchy last night. something about combining traditional herbal spells with a newfangled mental magic based on the power of willful thinking… or something. the news reporter mentioned the use of mermaid song in a mild kind of mind control, i think? i wasn’t listening. the good news is, our budget stays in place.”

the librarian contemplated hurling the can of bookmarks across the room, but concluded that it would be both unprofessional and unsatisfying. they settled for aggressively stamping returned, only slightly saliva-covered books with red ink.

the phone clicked loudly. “public library, how can i help you?”

“by taking my offer,” the dark lord said, slightly hesitant voice like a rock slide that wasn’t sure it was ready to slide. “the royal library in the capital needs a new head librarian.”

“why’s that?” the librarian spun in their new swivel chair, tangling the phone cord while they were at it, thinking they wouldn’t want to leave so soon after getting it.

there was a cough like the ocean spitting out a new island. “erm, hmm, last one got… eaten. tragic. these things happen when you’re very, very small, you know.”

“so i’ve heard.” the librarian stretched the phone cord and watched it bounce back. “well, i’m happy where i am.”

“well.” her voice was more disappointed than they’d expected. “it’s a very nice library, you know. large selection of mermaid song in the CD section.”

“the royal library is part of our system. i can request any materials from there that i want to be delivered here.”

a pause. the dark lord had not considered this. “well, maybe i’ll take the royal library out of the system.”

“you wouldn’t dare disrupt the workings of our very intricate library system set up at the dawn of time.”

“maybe i would!”


“fine. i wouldn’t.”

the librarian swiveled some more, wrapping the cord around with them until it ran out of give and spun them in the other direction. “would you like to grab a coffee sometime?”

“yes,” the dark lord said, voice too surprised to resemble anything in particular. “i can travel down meet you tomorrow morning.”

“don’t you have things to do?”

they could sense the shrug from the other end of the line. “i’ll move the capital to your town. i can do that, you know. i’m the supreme ruler of the tri-kingdom area.”

“yes,” the librarian agreed, un-spinning to return the phone to its cradle. “just don’t forget who gave you the library card.”

recently assaulted - need donations

hi everyone, as my followers know my girlfriend jasmine and i were assaulted and mugged at gunpoint last week, and had our wallets, phones, my wacom tablet and brand new laptop, and jasmine’s car stolen.

jasmine’s phone and wallet have been returned to them, but their car is stuck in the police impound lot and we don’t have the money to recover it. we have other fees to cover that we can’t afford now as well.

so we would really appreciate any help you guys can offer us. jasmine’s paypal is … thank you so much

Terminal Love

Summary: You accidentally run into a stranger at the airport and he turns out to be wonderful company. Not just wonderful company – he’s your soulmate, this lovely Park Chanyeol. The universe has matched you two together, and you’re more than happy to go along with it. But what happens when your soulmate believes someone else is his soulmate?

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

Genre: Soulmate AU, humor, fluff, smol angst

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Word Count: 1510

[Mini Masterlist]


Your inner monologue is one long stream of cursing as you hurry down the terminal towards your gate which is worryingly empty. The passengers have already boarded the plane and it’s going to take off any minute now – without you on it.

Everything had been going wrong today, from your Uber getting a punctured tire to the TSA confiscating your expensive shampoo to the blisters forming on your feet from your flats as you run to catch your flight. Your boss always does this, spring last-minute meetings on you that you have to fly to, and you’re seriously considering either quitting or demanding compensation for the hypertension meds you’re going to have to invest in now. Does your insurance cover that?

And just as you’re thinking of your boss, your phone rings from deep within your purse. You can’t even ignore the call because it might be him. Fucking shit.

Without slowing down, you rifle through your bag – past lipstick tubes, gum, pens, half a first-aid kit, an overstuffed wallet – until your fingers close around the cool metal of your cell phone, and you tug it free, about to answer when—

Thud. Something large body checks you from out of nowhere, and you’re knocked to the ground in a blur of flailing limbs, your phone flying out of your hands. Whoomp. The dirty ground is suddenly pressed against you, the breath is knocked out of you, and before you can even process what happened, wide brown eyes are in your face.

“Oh god, are you okay?” a deep voice, so deep you can feel the vibrations in your bones, frets. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you!” Then you’re being peeled off the floor and onto your feet, and you find yourself at eye level with a man’s chest. God, this guy is tall – but besides your exacerbated stress from being essentially bulldozed, you’re not concerned with him. No, what matters most to you right now is –

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Sweet as sugar

Originally posted by frau-krokodile

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Genres: super fluff, suggestive themes
Words: 828 (sorry it’s so short :/) 
Summary: based on a imagine: “Imagine waking Bucky up with a kiss” - requested by Anonymous

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Nicknames (Philip Hamilton x Reader)

Words: 5400+

Warnings: Cursing, death, blood, 

A/N: this was a request and i can’t find it! but yes this got out of hand and i hope you enjoy!

It started with the knocks.

You just moved into your home. It wasn’t the biggest, only two bedrooms and one bathroom. Wanting to explore the world fueled your soul, and you felt like this was the beginning. This was the beginning of a long journey that you were willing to go on. Your parents didn’t want you to own a house so early, but you insisted, ignoring their frightening words like mortgage and high property taxes. You would figure that out along the way.

Because you were your own boss. You created a company from the bottom up, using all your savings and extra cash to make it successful. And now, at eighteen years old, you owned a multi-million-dollar business. And hell, if you wanted to buy a small home, it was feasible.

You were carrying your boxes into your home when you first heard the sounds. It was an even rhythm, three taps in a row. At first, you thought it was just because you bought a fixer-upper, but then it continued to get louder and louder.

“What is that sound?” You questioned, unpacking your clothes in your room. You were alone today, your family on vacation for the next few months. You placed your clothing on the hanger, and chuckled to yourself, “How about this: One knock for no, and two knocks for yes. Okay?”

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anonymous asked:

Kara and Alex go to the aquarium. There's this part of the building where one can walk under where they keep some of the more brightly colored fish or maybe fluorescent jellyfish and it's just a little awe-inspiring. Kara loves it. They have a special membership bc they're donators and they like going on quiet days where there aren't any crowds and they can just relax and quietly look at the fish. When they get tired of walking they sit in the auditorium and share popcorn while watching the film

i’m a sucker for a good danvers sisters prompt. take a k and a half of mild angst, with a heavy side of comfort. enjoy! 

it starts with kara missing out on brunch. a last minute text sent so strategically that it’s only received after alex and maggie are sitting with  james and winn, browsing the menu. and the text is casual, it’s worded so as to not alarm anyone. but this is kara, and this is brunch and if there’s one thing kara loves, it’s food. especially brunch food.

so alex shows the text to maggie and maggie squeezes alex’s thigh and kisses her cheek and says “go, danvers.”

and alex’s heart soars because how did she find someone so perfect? not to mention how lucky she is for having friends that welcomed maggie practically at once into their superfamily. it makes the walk over to kara’s apartment light and with the freedom from worrying about her girlfriend with their friends, alex can focus on kara.

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Help an LG(BT) Mentally Ill Latinx Out

hey so I’m trying my damndest to save money so I can go to school and not be stuck in retail forever but as it is they don’t pay me enough to save money and cover my own expenses (not to mention both my computer and phone are going to shit and I need money to fix and/or get new ones,,) also some extra money would be great so i could like,,, go to the doctors and stuff :’)  

So here’s all my other money making options: 

I have a jewelry Etsy:

AstrologicalChoice, heres a link

I do $5 Betta commissions:

Here’s the information on that. I’ll draw other fish too. 

I do regular commissions too:

Here’s the information on that. Kinda wary about taking on more than I have the energy for but for now they’re open. EDIT: No longer wary pls commission me

And tbh you don’t even have to engage in any of these services if you don’t want, my paypal is and any little bit helps !

Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

(A/N: For Anon. I hope you and everyone else enjoys this! Sorry, it’s short as well!) 

Disclaimer: I don’t know Spanish so all the Spanish in this is from Google translate. So I’m sorry if it’s incorrect. 

Imagine Rafael finding out you can speak Spanish

Your Dad always empathized how important learning languages was and always encouraged you to pursue it. You can remember the lecture he gave you and your siblings when it was the right time. Always encouraging you all to go and take the opportunity to learn a second language. Not only does it have cognitive benefits, it also helps you become better learners as well as help you understand cultures other than your own.

But the most important reason for him was that it would help you connect with people. Like it had helped him. When your Dad first became a cop all he knew was English and he didn’t have any interest in learning another. That was until he was the first responder to a crime-scene and he couldn’t do anything because he couldn’t speak to the victim or the witnesses. He had to wait and depend on someone else to help these people. And he didn’t like that. His job was to protect the people of the city and that meant everyone in the city. That weekend he started learning Spanish. He also went on to learn Russian as well as Gaelic.

He became a lover of languages and you were definitely the same. Your siblings all learned second languages as well but none of them loved them like you did. It may be because unlike them you learned your first-second language very young and not in high school like them. Danny learned Spanish, Erin, and Joe learned French and Jamie learned German.

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Unexpected coachsurfing

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader 
Word Count: 2.5k+
Warning: Language, fluff, smut 

Summary: You travel to New York but you screw your airbnb booking, so you have two choices. The first one is spending the whole night on the streets alone. The second one is accepting the kind, utterly handsome stranger’s offer and stay at his place…

A/N: Hey Guys! It is my very first story in English, I hope you will enjoy it! Any comments are highly appreciated! Thanks for reading it!
Huge thanks to @littlemissavenger and @painfullythickimagines for helping me with this story!

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers

I was standing in front of the door with a shocked expression on my face, amazed at how I’d screwed this up. How I’d managed to mix up the dates? I looked down to my phone, to check my AirBnb account once again. My booking was there… Only the date was wrong; It started from tomorrow. I covered my face with my palms and walked out to the street. Alright, so I’m here, in New York at 6:30pm and I need to find a place to sleep very quick! I was lucky I found some wifi, so I could check couch surfing websites for something cheap.

It was an hour ago that I sat down on the bench in front of the McDonald’s but except for my growing hunger nothing has changed.

‘I just give up!’ I sighed and covered my face in my palms. ‘I’m gonna sleep under a bridge.’ I jumped up from the bench pulling my backpack with me to find a suitable bridge to sleep under. I was scared… I was really scared and angry at myself. I was all alone in city I have never been to before, with only a backpack and a dying battery. 34%… Awesome. I slip it into my pocket and thread my fingers into my hair.

‘Are you lost? Do you need help?’ A stranger is standing next to me, looking down at me curiously.

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ok (1918 words)

cas leaves after being been human for three days and seven hours (not that dean’s been counting).

it’s not a big announcement, either. cas doesn’t own much, it all fits in a backpack, so when he’s slowly making his way to the garage of course dean at first thinks that cas is – whatever, doing some groceries shopping or getting pizza or burgers. he definitely doesn’t think about cas leaving.

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Apologies Part 2 - Mitch Marner

or the one where auston regrets everything he’s ever said (and mitch thinks it’s hilarious)

for anon and @kanertemishaw

lowercase intended 

part 1 

word count: 1094

warnings: none

a/n: takes place one or two months after the first one. this was fun to write :))

Originally posted by codyglasser

“does he remember anything from that night?” you asked, looking at the turtleneck hung up in your closet. when mitch told you he wanted you to meet the team (including a sober auston matthews) after practice, you immediately hit the mall and bought a turtleneck. if you were going to meet his team, you wanted your chest to be covered adequately.

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The Joker x Reader- “Without Wings”

Each villain gets a protective spirit, kind of like a guardian angel but…not really. The Joker is a handful, that’s why nobody wants the job. Lucky him you love challenges so you’ll take him under your wings (so to speak since you don’t have any; it just sounds nice).

When the Ace Chemicals incident happened, The Joker’s guardian just left him, fed up with the difficult task of keeping him out of danger so there was nobody watching over The Clown Prince of Crime. You felt the urge to help and stepped in right away because you absolutely love tough assignments.

He almost drowned in that vat but you pulled him out in time. J didn’t see too much before he lost consciousness: just a shadow he assumed it was one of his henchmen (not too much to see anyway since you’re shapeless). You felt so bad about his misfortune – no villain is supposed to be without protection at any given time. You tried to make it up to him by making his eyes a more intense blue and blessed him with a lot of eerie beauty. A guardian spirit is not allowed to change anything about a villain’s personality so you didn’t.

Holy crap, is it hard to keep him out of trouble or what? He’s so reckless, impulsive and temperamental now you realize why nobody wanted him. But you never lost a villain on your watch and you’re not going to start now.

At the present moment you are very concerned about his girlfriend: she was actually sent to assassinate him and he has no clue. For once somebody got under his skin and it worries you. Things are really getting out of hand: she already tried to kill him twice last week.

When she gave The Joker the poisoned grape juice, you tripped him and he spilled it all over his new suit. Man, he had such a fit and it was fun to watch: you always enjoy his tantrums. When she tried to inject him with the toxin in his sleep, you slapped her hand and she dropped the syringe. You broke it to pieces and she was so intrigued: how can plastic shatter like that?!

Bitch, don’t mess with someone under my safekeeping!!

Tonight she will try again and you are so done! You are seriously considering taking over her body, this way you can watch J all the time: he certainly needs extra care and attention. Last time you did this for somebody was about 200 years ago and you recall you didn’t enjoy your mortal adventure too much. Plus, if you decide to do it, you’ll be stuck like that for a year, then you have only a two days window to go back to the Shadow World. If not, you’ll be confined in the body until it dies.

Not very nice options but it’s nighttime and she will make her move soon.

Shit, might as well.

You materialize by their bed and float there for a while, considering all the alternatives and finally determine:


You open your eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to your new status. The Joker senses you’re wiggling around and moves his hand from your waist to your breasts, mumbling something in his sleep.

Watch it, mortal! And you move his hand lower. J feels that and slides his fingers down your tummy, trying to get inside your bikini.

Seriously, human, keep your hands at home. You move his hand away.

A very low growl and he shoves himself into you, opening his eyes for a few seconds. Since you can see in the dark, you have to congratulate yourself: you did such an amazing job on that shade of blue!

“Why are you still awake, Princess?” J yawns, snoozing shortly after.

I just got here, you want to say but you don’t. You never sleep anyway. You turn towards your protégé and carefully remove the blanket off him to admire that eerie beauty you blessed him with a while ago. Yep, you did very good: that pale skin is flawless and all those tattoos amplify the whole ensemble gorgeously.

The Joker is such a light sleeper: you were cautious yet he felt you move the cover and woke up, reaching over to kiss you.

How weird, you back out a bit and he wraps you in his arms.

“What is it, Doll? Wanna go again? I am tired as hell but I can make an exception for you,” he grins, taking a deep breath.

Go where?! It’s in the middle of the night.

“Nooooo,” you mutter because you can tell he needs to rest. Why would he want to get up and go somewhere?!

“OK then, Pumpkin, just let Daddy know if you change your mind, I’m not gonna let my girl hanging,” he stretches, groping you and placing your arms around his neck, this way his head rests on your cleavage.

“U-hum,” you agree, confused, not having a clue what he’s referring to.

He suddenly kisses you one more time and it irritates you: keep your lips at home, mortal! Such a strange sensation; it’s been forever since you’ve been inside a human body. Very interesting, what is it really?! Without even noticing you kiss him back and he moans, groping you again.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N; come on, let’s go again then, you’re making Daddy all worked up,” he purrs, breaking apart from your lips with his eyes closed.

Where does he want to go?! He’s worn out and it shows.

“We can go tomorrow, um… baby,” (that’s how that woman addressed J and it appeared he liked it).

What’s the rush? Just sleep and you can take me wherever you want in the morning.

“Are you sure, Doll?” he nuzzles in your long hair (well, hers), not really wanting to give up on the opportunity.

“Of course I’m sure, we can go tomorrow, you’re exhausted,” you reply, playing with his green locks, completely oblivious at the meaning of his statement. All these things you feel are overwhelming but so far it’s not as bad as you remember. Probably need to get reused to everything.

“You know we will!” he promises, cuddling to your chest while you keep on caressing that green hair and you have to admit you’re happy he’s going to take you somewhere  fun on your first day as a mortal.


He keeps on staring at you all day, intrigued.

“What is it?” mortal, you want to add but decide to skip it.

“Something about you changed, Doll. You look sooooo beautiful,” he licks his lips, enticed.

Of course I’m beautiful since I blessed this body with my presence, duh.
“Did you change your hair?” he evaluates your assets, trying to guess on what it is.

“Nahhh,” you keep on playing with her cellphone, mesmerized. Wow, this is absolutely fabulous! This piece of technology must be the greatest invention ever on the planet!

“Did you change your makeup?” The Joker insists and walks on the street, trying to get in the limo and you follow, scrolling down all those interesting pages on Google, catching up with what’s going on with humanity these days.

“No, baby, I didn’t.”

“What is it then? Drives me nuts! What changed?” J is not even paying attention to the cars passing so close by and he still stands there, keeping the door opened so you can get in.

“Watch out,” you calmly warn, yanking him close to you just in time before a car almost hits him.

“Jesus, that was close!” he cracks his neck and slaps your butt as an encouragement to enter the limousine. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“It’s my job”, you admit, not taking your gaze off your phone.

“What was that?” he grins once he gets in the car by you.

“I said no problem,” you repeat, changing your tune. J takes the cell out of your hand and hides it in his jacket.

“Stop playing with it, Princess, and pay attention to me.”

You whimper, unhappy your toy is gone for the moment.

“Tonight you’re in for some special treatment, Doll,” he winks and you lean your head on his shoulder, bored. “I’m in the mood for some crazy stuff.”

“You’re taking me to that place you wanted to go last night?” you innocently inquire.

“Ahhhh, I love it when you tease me, Kitten,” The Joker roars in your ear, biting it.“Daddy will take you to places you’ve never been before,” he slaps your thigh, aroused.

How cool, my human will take me somewhere awesome tonight.

“You swear?” you double check, excited, unaware of what’s in store for you.

“Always,” J pulls on your bottom lip and you move closer to him. “Lemme take a picture of you, Y/N,” he takes out his phone, “I need a new screen saver… … … Hm, I think there’s something wrong with my phone,” he frowns at the image and tries again. “I need a new one,” he puckers his lips, unhappy. “Look!” he shows you the image and you see the dark shadow covering half of your face.

That’s me, silly, you smile and encourage him to take another picture, making sure your ethereal being doesn’t show this time.

“See? I told you there is nothing wrong with your phone,” you giggle and he is very content with the new screensaver of his pretty Doll.


Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant when he said he’ll take you places: probably an understatement anyway. Wow, that was really wild! It seemed he enjoyed himself immensely and you don’t know where you stand yet; can’t say you disliked it though. I guess something else to get used to in a human body, no big deal.

Your head is resting on his abs, your feet high on all the pillows while you examine all the bites and hickeys on your body, not pleased with what J did.

“My God, Y/N, you were so feral !!! You scratched me quite badly, look!” he proudly shows you the marks you left on his pale skin.

You asked for it mortal; you can’t do that to me and get away with it!

The Joker messes with your hair for a little bit, then you try to get up and he won’t let you.

“Hey, Pumpkin, wanna go again?” he purrs, attempting to snatch you but his left hand is still handcuffed to the bed so he can’t move too much.

“Go where?” you pout, not in the mood to get out of the penthouse.

“I love it when you tease me, com’ere!” J signals you with his finger and you crawl on top of him because he seems to like that along with the kissing thing. “You can take advantage of me, hm? Go crazy, I’ll let you!” he lifts his head to bite your neck and you dodge his lips, annoyed:

“You’ll let me??! I don’t need your permission, mortal!” you snarl at him, biting his shoulder, calling him that out loud.

“That’s a good one, Y/N; are we playing roles? I can be the mortal and you can be…”

“Kind of like your guardian angel, no wings though,” you give him an evil glance, actually saying the truth but he wouldn’t know.

“Oh, goody, yeah, that works,” he moans, too horny to concentrate on what just came out of your mouth.

Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant by “going again.” You really need to get up to speed with all this earthling talk that seems way to unnecessary complicated sometimes. As soon as you get your cell phone back, you’re on it!

** He wakes up in the middle of the night and distinguishes your body shape by the window, mumbling words he can’t understand and softly chuckling to yourself.

“Prinnncessss,” J whines, rubbing his eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a minute!” you urge him, taking a deep breath, not thrilled you got interrupted.

You are actually communicating with another protective entity; I guess in human words you could call IT best friend and IT is assigned to safeguard Jonny Frost.

“My mortal needs me, “ you whisper in the Shadow World’s language not meant for human ears anyway. Your “friend” understands and vanishes, not that anybody can see IT to start with; only you have the ability since you’re the same.

You crack a few bones and go to bed, which is dull because you never doze off.

“I can’t sleep without you,” The Joker grumbles, and you oblige, taking him in your arms and squeezing him really tight. You even have one leg around his waist and you cling to his body like there’s no tomorrow.

I like my human, he gets so needy but he can’t help it, you reckon, placing soft kisses all over his forehead; you know he enjoys this kind of stuff. You hug him even tighter and he chokes, coughing a few times.

“Baby Doll, I can’t breathe,” he complains, half gone, and you loosen your embrace a bit.

“You’re a great villain,“ you praise in a very low voice but he can’t really understand since he’s snoozing.

“That’s nice, Kitten,” he mutters and you crush him in your arms again.

I really like my mortal, you smirk with such a devilish smile he cannot see and protectively watch him like a hawk all night, even if you don’t really have to.


“Watch out,” you smoothly move J with your finger just an inch to his right and the bullet shrieks by his ear, ricocheting in the wall behind.

“What… the hell?!” he snaps at the hostages, pulling his gun out and shooting the rebel officer that dared commit such atrocity. “Anybody else wants to be a hero?!” he screams and has the worst temper tantrum ever during the heist.

Wow, you think, bedazzled.  This is even more fun to witness from so close, certainly one of the greatest villains ever.  

“Y/N, “ he comes in front of you, panting, super pissed from what just happened, “remind me to thank you tonight, yes? We can go as many times as you want,” J winks at you before restarting his rant and wreaking some havoc he makes sure they’ll never forget.

I know what that means, you gasp, proud you learned the difficult subtleties of this planet’s vocabulary.


“Batsy’s coming, we should go right now,” you tell him, raising your voice so The Joker can hear you over the deafening music in the club.

“No, he’s not, he has no clue about this place,” he keeps you in his lap when you alert of the imminent danger.

“Batsy’s here,” you emotionlessly speak, bored to the maximum and you push him on the floor.“Watch out,” and the explosion in the front of the club makes the ground shake, a few pieces of sharp glass falling right on the spot where he sat a few seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Doll,” J gets all startled, both of you carefully creeping out of the VIP room and take the back exit before things worsen. Batsy really raided the place on a tip from an anonymous source but the evasive King of Gotham was nowhere to be found. AGAIN. How irritating!

**Nothing is going to happen to him under your watch, no way!

His impulsiveness and recklessness gets him in trouble very often, but you can manage: you’ve protected worse before.

One year will just fly by, half is already gone. YOU GOT THIS! **


“Check out my new tattoo, Princess,” J uncovers his shoulder and you gulp, taken by surprise. He got two angel wings on top of your name tattooed on his collarbone. He likes to joke you’re his guardian angel because you bring him good luck. Pretty close, but not quite.

“I …I don’t have wings…but I like it,” you stutter, telling the truth, but The Joker believes you’re being funny.

“Since it seems you are my lucky charm, I thought you would appreciate this more than anything else, am I right?” he licks his lips when he notices how hypnotized you are with his new ink.

“Are you going to be ok when I’m gone?” the unexpected question comes and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Bad mood again?” he wants to know and forcefully pulls you in his arms. “Look what I did for you, be grateful! You’re not going anywhere. Got it?”

I have to, my year will be up tomorrow and I don’t want to be stuck in this body until it dies. You really wish you could explain to The Joker but he won’t understand nor is allowed to know anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense, Doll, you’re making Daddy mad.”

“Why do you keep on calling yourself that?!” you inquire, gazing in his blue eyes.

You really, really did a great job with that shade!

“Because I’m your Daddy and you should call me that more often, you naughty little minx,” he kisses you roughly, grossly groping your butt.

The arrogance this human has! But he’s a good villain, that’s his forte.


“Pumpkin, I can’t breathe,” he moans in his sleep and you loosen your embrace again.

You kiss the tattoo he got for you and he squirms a bit, ticklish.

My mortal likes me, you caress his green hair, getting ready to flee the body. She will take over again but won’t remember too much. That woman won’t have a memory of her mission to kill him so J should be safe. Plus, you’ll always watch over him since you are determined not to fail at your task.

“I’m going now,” you whisper and peck his cheek, ready to get out. “Don’t make my assignment of keeping you secure too hard… Daddy,” you softly laugh and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck, growling.

“You’re not going anywhere,” The Joker barely manages to hum.

“You’re awake?” you test the waters, intrigued.

“Nope,” he sniffles because he just heard bits and pieces, being so tired he can’t even wake himself up to properly talk to you.

Batsy chased him for a full hour around Gotham but he managed to escape since you were in the car also. Yeah, strange how he gets away when you are around; a real mystery!

“I have to go but…”

“No,” he opens one eye and since you can see in the dark, you notice.

“Sleep… you won’t even realize I’m gone,” you trace his Damaged tattoo with your index finger and he closes his eye, purring under your touch.

“I would notice…” J yawns, more awake but having a hard time focusing.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about,” you giggle, amused he’s such a stubborn mule.

“I need my guardian angel,” he grumbles and you squeeze him really hard again, contemplating your choices.

“I don’t even have wings,” you widely smile but he’s in his trance and really speaks without knowing at this point.

“That’s fine…” and then tugs on your t-shirt. “Pumpkin… I can’t breathe…”

Right, you keep on forgetting you hold him too tight. Just being overprotective, that’s all. It’s your job.

I like my human, you grin, wanting to stay because he’s a good villain and I guess won’t be too bad being trapped alongside him in this body.

Heaven knows The Joker needs all the help he can get.

Even if the help doesn’t have any wings.


Set Up // Lip Gallagher x Reader

*not my gif
Summary: Lip and you like each other and not one of you knows that except for Ian. Ian sets the both of you up on a surprise date at the Alibi Room so that the two of you could get to know more and hopefully confess your love for Lip and Lip would do the same. 
A/N: This one is requested by an anonymous, and somewhere near the end of the story will have some dancing part. and you could choose any song you like! x Requests are still open so feel free! 

“Hey Ian, what does Y/N likes?” Lip asked. “Well, she likes listening to bands and she likes to drink shit tonnes of beer. She’s Y/N, Lip. She’s a simple girl.” Ian said getting up on his bed. “Are you sure? She doesn’t like flowers or take long walks at the beach?” Lip asked once again.

Ian rolled his eyes, putting on his shirt. “Yes, Lip. She loves having picnics too and listen to Justin Bieber on her car, squealing happily. No, Lip! Of course, she doesn’t like flowers and takes long walks at the beach!” Ian said. 

“Come on, man! Y/N’s your best friend, is there anything else she likes besides beers and listening to bands?” Lip asked. 

“Lip! Again! She’s a simple girl! give her beer and CDs of her favourite band, she’ll be really happy!” Ian said.  “Why can’t you just tell her you like her, Lip? I mean its simple, call her up and tell her you like her. And I bet you 50 bucks if she said that she likes you back!” 

“What if she said she likes me. BUT as a friend.” Lip said, looking up the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Lip. I don’t care anymore, you’re on your own, Pal.” Ian said, going out of his room. Lip watched Ian leave the door and sighed. 

Ian walked down the stairs and saw his siblings eating their breakfast as Fiona makes the last breakfast for Lip and Ian. “Ian! Come eat breakfast!” Fiona smiled, gesturing Ian to the seat so he could eat. “Oh, sorry, Fi. I can’t today I have to go to work, Kash won’t be in. He and his wife are fighting again, so I have to take over.” Ian said, giving Fiona a kiss on the cheek before he heads out the door. “Bye, guys!” Ian said, leaving the house. 

“Bye!” everyone said. 

Ian arrived at the store to see Y/N reading a magazine. “Hey, Y/N,” Ian said going behind the counter. “Hey, Gallagher! How’s Lip? I never heard anything from him anymore? Is everything alright for him?” Y/N asked. “Yeah, he’s just busy with school stuff,” Ian said. “So anyway, how’s it going with Kash and Linda?” Ian asked. 

“Oh, Kash just left a minute ago. Actually, when he left , you came in.” Y/N said, putting down the magazine on her hand and started to stock some food on the shelves. “Let me do that for you and you work at the counter,” Ian said, walking towards Y/N, and he felt his phone vibrated in his pocket. He reached for his phone and saw he got a message from Lip. 

Hey, mind asking Y/N what kind of bands she likes to listen? I owe you big time, Ian. 

Ian sighed, putting back his phone in his pocket. He started to place all the food on the shelf, as he watched Y/N walked to the counter. Ian stopped working as he thought of a good idea for Y/N and Lip to be together but he started to have second thoughts that the idea of his won’t work. “fuck it.” Ian whispered. 

“Hey, Y/N. What are your favourite bands?” Ian asked Y/N as he started to put back the food on the shelf again. “Hmm, there’s a lot. I can’t think of any. They’re all good.” Y/N laughed. “Come on, there’s got to be that one band you really love,” Ian said. “Okay, Nirvana is my favourite. “ Y/N said. “Why’d you ask?” 

“I just need new songs on my phone, I’m starting to hate the music on my phone.” He laughed. “Oh, by the way, there’s this Hawaiian themed party at the Alibi tonight. Do you wanna come?” He asked Y/N, hoping she will say yes. 

“Sure! Will Lip be there?” Y/N asked. “Sure.” Ian smiled. “Cool.” Y/N smiled back at Ian, as she continued reading her magazine. Ian looked away and took out his phone texting Kevin. 

Ian: Hey, Kev, could you please set up a romantic table for Lip and Y/N later tonight at the Alibi. Probably cover the table with white cloth and put some flowers on the table and candles. And also put a sign that says ‘Hawaiian themed party inside” outside the Alibi. 

Kevin: yeah, sure will pal! 

Ian smiled, “yes!” he whispered to himself. He now then texted Fiona. 

Ian: Hey, Fi, can you cook a romantic meal today? And go to the Alibi, tell Kevin I sent it. I’m setting up Lip and Y/N on a date. They don’t know about it. So, please? 

Fiona: How sweet, sure! I’ll make spaghetti and some mashed potatoes! 

Ian turned off his phone, putting it back in his pocket and started to work.

h o u r s l a t e r

 The door opened at the store making Y/N and Ian look. “Hey, Kash, what’s wrong?” Y/N said. “Linda and I are good now. I settled everything, so you two can go home now and have some rest!” Kash said. 

“Cool, Let’s go Y/N, we’ve got a party to attend to!” Ian laughed, grabbing Y/N with him out the store. 

Once Ian arrived home he was greeted by Debbie when he came in.  “Hey, Ian,” Debbie said, carrying Liam. Ian greeted back as he went upstairs just to see Lip still in bed. “Damn, Lip. I’ve been out for like hours, and your still there.” Ian said, taking off his shoes and hopping to bed. “Yeah, cause I can’t think of anything that I can impress Y/N,” Lip said. “Well her favourite band is Nirvana. And there’ll be a Hawaiian themed party at the Alibi later.” Ian said. 

“Nope, not going today!” Lip said sitting back up in bed. “Y/N will be there.” Ian smiled. “What time is the party?” Lip asked. “Later, so you got 20 minutes to get ready!” Ian said. “Shit.” Lip jumped down his bed and ran to the bathroom for a quick shower. “Do you know what time Y/N will be there?” Lip shouted from the bathroom. “No, but I know she’ll be early,” Ian shouted back. 

Lip quickly dried himself inside the bathroom and went straight to the room and started to pick some clothes that could make Y/N be attracted to him. “Do you think Y/N will like this?” Lip asked. “Just wear it and go,” Ian said. 
“You’re not coming?” Lip asked. “I will. But I’ll go catch up.” Ian said.  Lip just nodded, “I can’t believe I’m going to see Y/N tonight!” Lip said running downstairs.

“Where are you going?” Carl asked him. “A party,” Lip said, opening the door. “Can I come?“ 

"Nope.” Lip slammed the door and headed to the Alibi Room. 

As Lip was near the Alibi Room, he then sees Y/N arriving, walking towards him. Y/N stopped right in front of Lip. “Hey. Are you here for the drinks too?” Y/N smiled at Lip. “Yeah, free drinks.” Lip laughed. 

Y/N smiled and looked down as Lip stared at her. Y/N cleared her throat. Lip snapped out of it, “Right! Let’s go in.” Lip opened the door and let Y/N enter first. Lip and Y/N saw the table, well prepared with candles and flowers. Kevin came out from the storage room for the beer and saw the two. “Great, you guys are here,” Kevin said, with a smile, placing the beer down on their table. “Come sit!" 

"Where’s the party?” Lip asked. “Oh, Ian set you guys up. He wanted the two of you to get to know each other.” Kevin said. Y/N smiled, “Well he did a pretty good didn’t he?” Y/N walked towards the table and sat down. “Aren’t you going to sit with me?” Y/N looked back at him. “Y-yeah. Sure.” Lip said, walking towards the table. 

Kevin went and get the food that was well prepared for the two. “For tonight’s menu is spaghetti with mashed potato. Made by the one and only Fiona Gallagher.” Kevin said. “And before I leave, a date will never be complete without a romantic music.” Kevin started to play some songs. “Well, Lip its all on you, man,” Kevin said, giving Lip a pat on the shoulder before heading out. 

“Ian’s dead when I get home,” Lip said, drinking beer. “It’s alright, I mean we do need to know more about one another, you know.” Y/N said as she started to eat her food. Lip smiled at her, “I like your shirt.” Lip said. Y/N looked down at her shirt, “Oh, it was just 10 dollar at a thrift store so I had to get it.” Y/N smiled. “Worth it,” Lip said. 

They went on and ate their dinner, happily and laughing at funny stories they’re talking about. “God, Lip. You’re a funny guy!” Y/N said. Y/N’s favourite song started to play and wiped her mouth with the towel that was placed on the table. “This is my favourite song! Come on dance with me!” Y/N stood up and offered Lip a hand. He took her hand and danced. Y/N placed her head on Lip’s chest. “I like you, Y/N,” Lip said. Y/N looked back up at him, “I like y-” she got interrupted by Lip. “As a friend? I knew that, fuck, I’m dumb. Sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. I knew you’ll say tha-" 

Y/N gave Lip a passionate kiss, making him hold her face. Lip broke the kiss and smiled. "You didn’t even let me finish.” Y/N said, wrapping her arms around Lip’s neck. “Well, I think I know what you’ll say anyway,” Lip said, kissing Y/N again. Y/N pushed Lip away and laughed as Lip continued to kiss her everywhere. 

Lip and Y/N spent their whole night dancing and getting drunk together until morning. “I love you, Ms. Y/L/N!” Lip shouted. Y/N laughed and shouted the same. “I love you too, Mr. Gallagher!" 

anonymous asked:

Can I get UT, UF Sans + US, SF Papyrus reacting to a close friend texting them and asking if they've eaten dinner, the skelly hasn't eaten in a while and replies with something like "nah, i'm already too fat/i'm tryna lose the weight of my problems" and the friend never replies back. Five minutes later the door to their house bursts open and the friend is there with bags of food and aggressively yells "I SPRINTED THROUGH MULTIPLE BLOCKS AND YOU'RE GONNA F'KIN EAT, YA HEAR ME!?"

Okay so sorry for all the texting in this, but I can’t explain how much I love domestic texting between friends. This turned into small drabbles btw and sorry if they didn’t turn out the way you wanted them to, I got carried away. 

I also put a keep reading on this, I think I’m going to start doing that on the very long posts. Tell me if it doesn’t work on mobile and I’ll remove it or try and work around it.

UT!Sans: -When he gets the first message he just thinks you’re looking to invite him out for some grub, but he’s honestly not feeling like heading to Grillby’s right now. Still, he doesn’t see any reason to lie to you. So he sends a quick message back.

5:21 pm - nah, but my bones are big enough already. dont need extra weight on them.

He waits for a few minutes. Nothing happens. Did you just forget to reply back? It says that you read it… He figures that you probably just forgot though, or you headed out for dinner by yourself. He’s content with this reasoning as he turns back to the TV, sinking deep into the couch cushions. He gets two more minutes of TV watching before the front door is slammed open, and for a second he’s sure that Undyne is here, until you step into his line of vision. Your face is red and you’re trying to catch your breath. You also have a slight manic look on your face that is making him question if it’d be wise to ask why you’re here.

‘’Um… Y/N?’’ he says trying to make sense of your messy form.

You’re still panting as you set two delicious smelling bags on the coffee table in front of him. You bend over and put your hands on your knees, breathing almost normally now.

‘’What are you doing here?’’ he asks again.

You look up at him, takes a deep breath while you straighten yourself and then from nowhere you yell at him.


Normally he’d say a joke, or argue just for the fun of it. But your eyes are showing genuine concern, and you did go out of your way to make sure he’d eat. So instead he moves over on the couch and pats the seat next to him.

‘’Jeez, kid. Talk about home delivery,’’ he laughs while looking away from you.

You make your way over to him and plop down on the couch with a sigh. Leaning back and stretching out your limbs you make a grabby gesture for the bags, which are still sitting on the table. He smiles wryly and gestures with his hand making the bags float towards you. You grab one of them with a contented smile and then rips it open, digging in on whatever is inside. Handing him the left over ketchup packets, which he stores in his pocket for later use. He does the same and you both turn to face the TV. When you’ve finished the meals, you both sit in a comfortable silence. Enjoying each other’s presence while watching one stupid show after the other.

He can’t help but feel like this is the kind of friendship he’s always wanted.

UF!Sans: - An annoying electronic chime woke him up from his sleep. He grunted and fumbled around in complete darkness until his hand felt something hard on his bed. Reaching out he grabbed ahold of his phone and tried to find the home screen button. He winced when the bright light blinded him, trying to cover his eye sockets. Swearing, he turned the brightness down and opened his new text message. Your contact named showed up as the phone loaded your recent conversation, you’d sent him a couple of texts while he’d been asleep and he read through them carefully.

6:34 pm - Yo Red, what’d you eat for dinner today?

6:44 pm - RED

6:46 pm - Red answer me I need to know

6:47 pm - Did you fall asleep again?

6:58 pm - Okay that’s it, I’m coming over and I’m bringing food. You better be up and ready or I am dragging your bony butt out of bed

Wait you were doing what? He looked at the time. 7:00 pm. Shit you’d be here soon. He threw himself off the bed, but his legs got tangled in the bed sheets and instead of standing up, he fell on the floor face first. Grunting he tried to get up, when he heard someone knock on the front door. Panicking he flailed around even more, managing to get the sheets stuck between his fibula and tibula. He stood up on one leg, and hopped around while trying to untangle himself from his prison of bedsheets and blankets. Just as he was standing there bent forward and hopping on one leg, the door opened. He looked up like a deer in headlights and saw you standing in his door opening. Flushed face, panting and desperately trying to hold back a grin.

‘’The fuck you lookin’ at,’’ he grunted as he once again fought to get free.

‘’Oh nothing-’’ you said, leaning against the doorframe -’’just enjoying the performance.’’

He muttered something that sounded like a quiet fuck you, and then finally got his leg free and stood up straight. Stretching, he managed to pop his back in a few places and he grunted in satisfaction. He walked past you and into his living room. Turning to look as you followed him out.

‘’Did ya bring food?’’ he asked.

‘’Yes,’’ you replied simply. ‘’And you are going to eat it’’

‘’I don’t need any more food, I’m heavy enough as it is.’’

You turned around and gave him a dangerously calm look.

‘’I just sprinted through a lot of blocks to get you this food,’’ you said walking closer to him. ‘’And you are going to eat every. last. fucking. bit. You hear me?’’ Your voice was low and almost threatening, and your eyes gleamed of determination.

He never thought that he’d call his small human friend scary, but that look you were giving him chilled him to the bones. And the smell of the food broke his will down, you bought him food for hells sake. He wasn’t about to turn that down.

‘’Fine,’’ he muttered and sat down on the couch.

You smiled and joined him, tossing him one of the bags while opening your own. You ate in silence, the only sounds coming from the TV playing in front of you both. It wasn’t until you had both finished your food and was sat quietly watching the show that a thought entered his head. He never gave you a key to his flat…

‘’How the hell did you get in here??’’

US!Papyrus: Papyrus sucks at looking after himself. And he never pays attention to when he should be sleeping or eating. Meaning that when he’s up playing video games in the middle of the night, it’s safe to presume that he has not been eating anything other than a few snacks for the past hours. This night was one of those nights.

He just never bothered to keep track of time.

He did know that it was late, though. Way too late for anyone to be texting him. Which is why he jumped when his phone went off next to him on the floor.

He glanced at it quickly but then looked back at the TV, doing his best not to die before the event had been completed. About five seconds from pulling through, someone shot him from behind and he fought the urge to yell in frustration as his characters sank down on the ground. He flopped backwards with a sigh and lifted his phone to read the message. Smiling slightly when he saw your name on the screen.

12:54 am - Heyyy you up?

Were you drunk or bored? Scientists can’t tell he thought and snorted at his own joke. He typed out a lazy text and waited a few seconds on your reply.

1:01 am - yea im up

1:02 am - Can’t sleep?

1:02 am - wasnt tryin, you?

1:03 am - Me neither, what’d you eat today?

1:04 am - I dont think i ate anything tbh, why

No reply. Did you fall asleep or just ditch him? He should probably go to bed then. But he can’t be bothered to get off the floor. And he’s not feeling tired enough to fall asleep where he is. Maybe he should just stay there for a while. Meditate or something.

His phone chimed again and he unlocked it as he lifted it to his face

1:09 am - Open your door

1:10 am - what ?

1:10 am - I am outside your house, open the front door or I’m climbing through your window

There was no way you were outside his house. And he didn’t feel like getting up and walking into the prank willingly

1:11 am - i call bluff on this

He waited for your comeback, where you’d desperately try and get him to go out and check the front of his house. But he wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t about to let you own him like that, he’s not stupid.

A knock on the window made him jump and scramble to his feet. You sat on the roof under his window in a crouch. When you saw that you had grabbed his attention you started frantically gesturing for the lock. He stared at you for a while, to your obvious irritation, until he walked forwards and opened the window. You jumped in and opened your backpack on the floor, pulling out two bags of take out food. You checked the content of them both, and then handed him one while you started eating from yours. He took it from you but continued staring at you.

‘’Are you going to open it?’’ you asked with your mouth full of food.

‘’It’s the middle of the night,’’ he said. ‘’What are you doing here?’’

‘’I wanted take out food. And I wanted to eat it with you. And since you’re so stupid that you can’t even get your own food, I decided to bring it to you,’’ you said simply, still munching away on your food.

He sat down in front of you, but still didn’t touch his bag. You looked up at him, and this time you looked even more irritated then before.

‘’Listen dude, I worked hard for that food, so you better fucking eat it,’’ you said in an angry voice.

‘’Listen dude,’’ he said mimicking your voice. ‘’I’m trying to loose the weight of my problems here.’’ He tried giving you the food back.

Your eyes widened a little, and your face softened. You leaned forward and pushed the bag back into his hands.

‘’Please eat, Papy,’’ you said in a much softer voice, your eyes almost pleading.

Deciding to give up he sat beside you and picked at the contents of his bag. For take out food, it looked surprisingly non greasy. Still good though. He picked it up and started eating, while reaching for his TV remote to put on some night tv. You ate in silence for a while, until you stood up and flopped down on his bed. He did the same and crawled over you so he was laying facing the wall. Saying your goodnights, you slowly drifted off to sleep.

He woke up the next day to an empty bed and an open window.

SF!Papyrus: When Rus gets in a low mood, taking care of himself doesn’t seem all that important. He’s not lazy, really. More apathetic. Doing chores and errands for his brother and superior keeps his mind busy and his hands occupied, letting him get through the day a little easier. But when he’s alone at night, everything becomes a little harder. And self care turns into a chore he’s not motivated enough to do.

He’d rather just wrap himself in a blanket and quietly suffer in silence, waiting it out. Hoping to feel a little better soon.


He’s drifted off to sleep without even noticing, dreamless and exhausted despite it not even being 5 pm yet. When he slowly drifts back to conscousness he feels like he could sleep for a week more. But something woke him up, and he should probably see what that was.

His phone lights up with a soft ding. Showing two text notification and several others from social media. Grunting softly, he flipped over and reached out for it. Fumbling before his fingers got a good grip. He brought the phone closer to him, trying to unlock it while rubbing the sleep off his face. He got the passcode wrong three times before he managed to steady his hand enough to tap it in. Insisting on doing it with his thumb instead of holding the thing with both hands.

Your name shows up on the screen, along with the many emojis you’d used when you added yourself as a contact on his phone. He feels like smiling at the thought, but he’s too tired to move his face. So he starts reading the messages you sent him instead.

5:07 pm - Hey Papyrus

5:07 pm - What’d you have for dinner today?

He wants to type out some made up bullshit and go back to sleep. But you don’t deserve lies when you’re showing concern. This thought actually makes him smile, you’re so sweet.

5:10 pm - Haven’t eaten yet

Good, that wasn’t a lie. But he still wouldn’t worry you enough for you to take action. Meaning he could go back to sleep again.

5:10 pm - Papyrus you have to eat!!!!

Or not…

5:11 pm - I’m on a diet, it’s called ‘’how to loose the weight of your problems by not eating’’

That probably wasn’t the smartest thing to send you he thought. Shit he didn’t want to worry you before, why would he send you that. Like this wasn’t going to make you worry. God that was so stupid.

His phone made another sound, you’d sent him another message.

5:13 pm - Ok that’s it

Wait what

5:13 pm - what

What the hell were you doing? He flopped down onto the bed and put a hand over his eye sockets. Whatever it was he’d started now, he wasn’t feeling up for it. He honestly just wanted to go back to sleep. But instead he waited for your message, where you would explain what was going on. It never came. And eventually he felt his eyes slowly start creeping together. And his hand slid away from his face, coming to a rest on his pillow as he turned his body sideway. A minute later and he was sound asleep, snoring softly while curled around himself.

A sound woke him up, much louder than the first time. He sat up as he heard footsteps approaching. Expecting it to be his brother, he started to frantically straighten his clothing, intending to appear as if he hadn’t been asleep for the last god knows how long.

The footsteps were even closer now.

Suddenly his door flew open, slamming into his wall and most likely leaving a mark in the drywall. You stormed in, closed the door just as hard as you’d pushed it open, and then stormed over to him.

‘’I-’’ you started while still marching towards him-’’just ran like a hundred blocks to get you this food, so you are going to eat every last bit!’’ Your voice was loud and you sounded close to angry.

He blinked at you for a few seconds. ‘’I didn’t need food,’’ he said finally. His quiet voice a contrast to your own.

‘’I don’t care,’’ you answered. ‘’Knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten all day. And even if you have, you’re still eating dinner. Now move over and make some room for me’’

You hopped up in his bed before he got a chance to follow orders. And then you threw one of the bags in his direction, before you opened your own. He caught his bag midair and held it in his hands for a few moments. Then he resigned. Leaning over he grabbed his laptop and set it up on his nightstand, putting on his recently watched show on netflix. He figured that he’d have to right to choose the entertainment after you practically broke into his apartment. Besides, he knew that you had seen the show already.

You both ate in a comfortable silence, caught up in the show. Every now and then, he would glance back at you. Study you. He knew humans could be loyal, a trait that had mostly been lost by monsters. And he didn’t doubt that your concerns were genuine. But in his quiet curiosity one question always came back to him.

Why did you care so much?

Just Friends (part eleven) - Stiles Stilinski

You bit your lip, staring intensely at your reflection in the mirror.  You’d tried on the dress you’d gotten for Prom, which was in six hours, and you were suddenly re thinking everything.  So you did the only thing you thought you could do when you were contemplating your look.

“Hey it’s Lydia Martin!” A happy voice said through the receiver.  “Is this y/n?”

“Yeah, it’s me” You said shakily, fingers brushing over the fabric of your dress.  “Lydia I don’t know about this dress I need help-”

“You still at Stiles’ place?” She asked, you nodded, then remembered you were only on the phone.

“Yeah” You said aloud.

“I’m on my way.  Stay where you are.  Don’t let him see it okay!?” She scolded.

“Alright, I’m in the upstairs bathroom” You huffed.

“Already in my car.  See you soon” She said, and hung up.  You set your phone on the counter, which was covered with eyeliner pencils, shadow palettes, lipsticks, lip glosses, everything under the sun of makeup.  You had one eye done with a pretty cat eye look, but you were unsure about it so you didn’t do the other.

“Hey y/n?” There were knocks on the door as Stiles tried to open it.  “I need the bathroom”

“Liar” You called back.  He’d been trying to see your dress all day, and every time was a new lame excuse.

“Am not, I need to pee!” He exclaimed.

“Well luck you, you have a bathroom downstairs, now I’m having a crisis so if you could go do your business somewhere else that’d be great” You said.

“Crisis? Need help-”


“Alright alright!” You could tell that he’d thrown his hands in the air.  “Hope you don’t burn your air with the curly stick or anything”

“Curly stick?” You repeated in a mumble.  You figured he meant the curling iron.  “I’m fine Stiles” You said, and heard him walk down the stairs.  Again, your attention was brought to the mirror.  What if he thought you looked ugly? There was a knot tied in your stomach at the thought, because what if he did.  What if he thought-

The doorbell rang.

“ANSWER IT!” You screamed, and Stiles yelped a little, falling off the couch before rushing to open the door.


“I’m here on a fashion crisis” She pushed past him, walking up the steps without another word.  Stiles shook his head, going back to the couch.

As soon as you heard Lydia’s heels clicking in the hall outside the bathroom, you opened the door for her.  Revealing her with her giant bag of makeup and hair supplies.

“You look gorgeous what seems to be the issue?” You smiled for a brief moment, but frowned shortly after.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, I tried makeup but I’ve got no idea what I’m doing, no idea Lydia, I’m losing my mind, do I do my hair? What if I over do it-”

“Wow you need stress relief first” Lydia chuckled.  She put her hands on your shoulders, sitting you down onto the closed toilet.  “Be right back” She left the room, and came back in quickly, rolling Stiles’ desk chair into the bathroom in front of her.

“Lydia what’s wrong with me” You sighed with a bitter chuckle.

“Nothing.  You just want to impress someone that get’s their breath taken away by the mere mention of your name, has a mini heart attack” You giggled a little bit as she gathered some makeup supplies.  “Mind if I do your other eye?” You shook your head, and shut your eyes so Lydia could do her thing.  “You did very well on this one” Lydia said, and you just nodded.  Your hands were twisting together in your lap as you grew more and more nervous.



“I’m kind of scared”

“Scared? Why scared?” She asked in concern, focused on your sharp wing as she dragged the brush along your eyelid.

“I’ve never… I haven’t really..” You searched for the right words.  “I’ve never really liked a boy this much before” You told her.  “Like, a lot” Lydia smiled, though you couldn’t see it.

“Want to know something that will make you feel better?” You nodded slightly.

“Yes please”

“God Stiles is freaking out too” Lydia giggled.

“SCOTT YOU’RE SO INCREDIBLY UNHELPFUL!” Stiles yelled in the McCall living room.  “All I need to do is learn how to slow dance.  How can I go to Prom with her if I can’t even dance with her?” He asked, and his friend chuckled.

“Yikes, you don’t know how to dance?”

“No- well not like that” Stiles said, and Scott laughed again.

“Alright, I’ll teach you but only because if you’re dancing at Prom, then you aren’t bothering Kira and I” Scott said, standing from the couch.  Stiles sprung up immediately.  “I’ll be y/n, you be you, got it?” Stiles nodded his head rapidly.

“What do I do”

“Hands on my waist” Scott said, wrapping his own hands around Stiles’ neck.  Stiles held Scott, and he began giggling.

“What?” Stiles asked.

“It tickles” Scott said, still grinning crookedly.  Stiles rolled his eyes.

“You’re unbelievable-”

“Hey, eyes on mine.  Eye contact is romantic” Scott instructed, holding Stiles’ jaw and turning his face to his.  “Then all you have to do is sorta sway around” Scott demonstrated, twirling them in slow circles.  This continued for a minute, when Melissa walked in.

“Boys are you getting ready for Pro-” She stopped in her tracks when she saw her son dancing with Stiles, making very romantic eye contact might she add.  At least before the realized her presence, and snapped their heads to Scott’s mom.

“I can expl-”

“Don’t wanna know” The woman said, putting her hands up and walking out before Stiles could explain to her what was going on.  He sighed, pulling away from Scott.

“Time to get changed?” Scott asked.  Stiles looked at his phone.  There was an hour until they had to go get the girls, who were all at Lydia’s house at the moment.

“Yeah, yeah that’s a good idea” Stiles said, taking in a deep breath.

“Nervous?” Scott asked.

“Nervous is an understatement” Stiles replied.

“Well would you like a piece of advice?” Scott asked.

“Is it legitimate help-”

“She’s probably a thousand times more nervous than you” Scott chuckled.  “Kira texted me, said she was worried about tonight”

“Worried in what way?” Stiles asked, and Scott shrugged.

“Kye said she didn’t trust me to keep my mouth shut.  That’s all I got for ya” Scott said.

“So we’re back to you being incredibly unhelpful” Stiles groaned.

You sat on Lydia’s bed, all ready and done up.  Your makeup was finished, your cat eyes showing off your stunning y/e/c eyes, and your hair was done.  Lydia had straightened it, then curled the ends into beautiful ringlets.  You wore white pumps with your dress, which were tapping on the floor nervously.

“Would you stop that? It’s making me anxious” Kira said as Lydia was putting on a clear protective coat of paint on her electric blue painted nails.

“Yeah, and a nervous Kira shakes, and I’m trying to make these look pretty” Lydia said, not looking away from her work on Kira’s finger nails.

“Sorry” You said.  “I’m gonna go get a drink of water” You said, and quickly excused yourself from the room.

Sneakily taking your phone out of Lydia’s purse, where she’d confiscated all of your phones.  Just to make sure it was solid girl time.

You went down the steps quickly, pressing the phone to your ear as you’d already clicked on the first contact in your recent calls section.

“y/n?” Stiles picked up on the first ring.

“Hey” You breathed, instantly feeling a little relief.

“Hey, everything going good with the girls?” He asked you.

“Yeah yeah fine just… just tired honestly.  I’ve never dressed up this much” You said with a nervous laugh.  Stiles reciprocated the sound.

“Yeah I don’t think that I have either to be honest with you” He said, and you smiled a little bit.  “But I’m excited to see you” He said, and your smile grew big, a warmth settling in your chest.

“Yeah, I’m excited to see you too” You responded.  You turned to check the time on the oven.  “Ten minutes right?” You asked.

“Yep” He responded.  Then you heard foot steps.

“I’m not supposed to have my phone I gotta go” You rushed.

“Okay bye-”

You hung up, shoving your phone into your bra as Lydia and Kira entered the kitchen.

“Drinks anybody?” Lydia asked.

“Nah, the punch is probably spiked” Kira said.  “I’ll just ask Scott to sniff it out.  He probably do that, right?” You laughed a little.

The three of you stood in the kitchen for a little bit, mostly talking about the Prom theme, which was A Night Under the Stars.  Cheesy, yes.  But you all had wondered if the decorations were as beautiful as they potentially could be.

“I’m gonna go get our phones and check our hair, they’ll be here soon” You said, excusing yourself up the steps.  You pulled your phone out, and grabbed Kira and Lydia’s as well.  Then went into the bathroom to check on your hair.  Your fingers messing with it.  Tucking strands behind your ear, then pushing them back forward unsure on which looked better.

The doorbell rang.

You heard the girls rush to the door, opening it with excited squeals. 

 “Scott! Stiles!” Lydia said excitedly. 

 “Kira, you look absolutely stunning” You heard Scott say, and figured she’d kissed him in response. 

 “Okay guys break it up” Stiles said, and your heart skipped a beat. You stood by the staircase, but out of view of the others. “Hey, where y-” You walked out, taking a big deep breath and walking down the steps. Your pace slowed when you saw him, dressed in a tux with a black tie, deciding to somewhat match you, in a more classic way. You licked your lips, and Lydia mentally scolded you. You could tell through her eyes that she didn’t want you messing up your lipstick. 

Time seemed to stop for Stiles the moment he saw you. The room was silenced, except for your heels clicking down the steps. Your long legs shown off, soft hair cascading over your shoulders in waves of y/h/c. When you reached the end of the steps, you stared up at him, a nervous glint in your eyes.

“Pictures!” Kira yelled before either of you could say anything to each other. “Okay, but just a few” Lydia said. “I want most of em to be taken at the school” The next three minutes were all of you taking selfies and pictures of each other. Lydia took a picture of you and Stiles, his arm comfortably around your waist. It lingered there a few seconds after you finished. 

 “Hey um" You turned, blinking as you looked up at him again. Stiles released your arm. 

 "Hi" You said back with a sweet smile. “Exciting, isn’t it?” Stiles nodded, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for words. 

 "Yeah, look um I think tonight you look-“ Stiles looked back to you, seeing you walking out to Rasco. 

 "Coming?” You called with a slight smirk. 

 "-really beautiful" Stiles sighed, but smiled as he ran up to you and the others.

Stiles got in the driver’s seat, you already were in the passenger’s seat.  Kira Scott and Lydia sat in the back, with Kira in the middle.  Soft music played, and everyone chattered about how excited they were.

“Oh my God Scott our Prom pictures are going to be so cute I can just see it now” Kira said, eyes wide with awe and giddiness.

“I’m not doing Prom pictures, I’m flying steady” Lydia said, moving her hand in the air like it were a wave.

“And how bold of you to do so.  The Lydia Martin, without a date to the Prom”

“It’s overrated anyways”

“Is that why you turned down the hundred boys that asked you?” Kira asked, and you giggled, watching their encounter through the rear view mirror.

“First of all, it was six.  Not a hundred” Lydia said, checking her lipstick in her phone camera.  “Second of all, there will be a line of boys begging to dance with us.  And I’ll be the only one who can say yes” Lydia grinned at her reflection.  “You and y/n will be a little busy with your dates, don’t you think?” You blushed, but looked over at Stiles as he was sneaking a glance to you.  He was smiling.

When you parked at the school, Stiles practically ran around the car to open the door for you.  You giggled as you unbuckled your seat belt, taking the hand he offered you and stepping out.

Kira squealed, excitedly grabbing Scott’s arm and tugging him towards the squeal in such a fast pace, that they were practically running.

“Come on you losers lets go to Prom” Lydia said, following after her friend to the school.  Stiles looked t you, hooking his arm out.

“Shall we?” Your eyes were torn from the mass amount of students going inside, looking over at him with a gentle smile.

“We shall” You said, slipping your hand into his arm.  You walked with him like this, holding onto him for dear life until you reached the entrance.  Stiles opened the door for you, and you paused, staring inside.  The halls were decorated with streamers, leading to the gym, where the dance itself was held.

“You okay? He asked upon seeing your hesitation.  You swallowed before licking your lips, eyes on all the couples, holding hands and kissing sweetly before going into the gymnasium.  

“Can I have your hand?” You asked, and he nodded, holding the door open with his opposite hand, and taking yours with the one closest.  You intertwined your fingers with Stiles’ easily, squeezing onto his hand, and he squeezed back.

“Ready?” You nodded, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath.

“I’m ready” You affirmed.“Come on y/n, please? One dance.  Just one that’s all please?” Kira begged in front of you, holding both of your hands as you sat at a table.  Your eyes scanned the crowd with an unsure feeling.

“I don’t know Kira…” You said quietly.  “There’s a lot of people out there-”“They won’t be watching” She promised.  

“No one watches, they’re too busy enjoying themselves” Again you looked at the crowd.  Scott, Lydia, and Stiles dancing around and jumping to the music.  A certain caramel eyed boy with freckles and moles scattered on his cheeks caught your eye.  He grinned widely, and waved you over.  You crinkled your nose and shook your head.  “Come on, even Stiles wants you to dance with him” You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from smiling.

“Kira-” You stopped when Stiles looked over his shoulder again, and began walking over to you.  “Shit” You mumbled, and Kira giggled, nd released your hands.

“Come on, come dance with me” Stiles said, holding his own hand out to you.

“Stiles I can’t-”

“Neither can anybody. but does it look like anyone cares? No, they don’t” Your brow furrowed a little.

“Whatever happened to me making my own decisions?” You asked, and Stiles chuckled, taking both of your hands now and pulling you up to stand.

“Too bad” He said, and your feet ended up following him to the dance floor.

“y/n you came!” Scott cheered, spinning Kira around in a circle to the beat of the fast song playing.  You wrung your hands together, looking around quickly in the big crowd of students.  Your eyes landed on Stiles, who was swaying around aimlessly.

“Yeah” He replied, holding onto your hands again.  “But who cares” Stiles added.

“I do… it’s like… three hundred people watching me” You said uneasily, your gaze darting around the room again,

“Hey” Stiles said softly, and you looked to him.  “It’s just me” He told you.  “Breathe y/n, it’s just me, I’m the only one looking at you” He said.  You nodded shakily, and taking a few breaths like he told you.  When you felt more relaxed, you smiled up at him.  “There she is!” Stiles said ecstatically, and he spun your around my your hand.

You and the others danced around to the upbeat songs, feeling a lot more carefree and happy.  Jumping here and there with Kira, joking around with Lydia as pretended to ball room dance to a rap songs that you’d never heard of.  But your favorite thing was when Stiles would twirl you around, your dress flying out a little bit, swaying around your legs when he’d pull you back into his chest for a short moment, both of you bearing big smiles.  Everyone had big smiles actually.

But eventually you all grew tired, and Kira and Scott took the opportunity to get their Prom pictures taken.  You watched them walk off, and met eyes with Stiles.

“Do you want to go do that? Or-or not it doesn’t make a difference to me” You said, shrugging like it didn’t.  But you really wanted him to say yes.

“Yeah sure, why not” Stiles smiled sheepishly, and you followed after Kira and Scott.

“Thanks!” The girl was saying to the photographer, ogling over the photos that he’d given her and Scott.  “These are so good!” She said happily.

“Let me see” You said, looking at the romantic photos of the couple.  “You two better win King and Queen” You said with a sweet smile.

“Undoubtedly” Scott said with his own big smile that made you laugh.

“Next” The photographer said.

“That’s us” Stiles told you, and you walked with him to the little area with a pink backdrop.

“Alright, here’s the poses.  Pick one” He handed you a card stock printout of different poses the two of you could choose.  One where you were kissing, one where he sat on the stool, and you sat on his leg, and the last one was him standing behind you, arms wrapped around your front, and your hands intertwined.  You both agreed on the last option.

“Alright, I’m gonna count own from three, and do it twice so you’ll each have a copy” The woman said, and you pulled on Stiles’ arms.  Your eyes on your feet to make sure they were placed properly, while you wrapped Stiles’ arms around your torso.

“You good?” He asked, and you smiled with a nod.

“Perfect” You replied.

“Three… two….one” Flash.  Picture one printed off at the table to the side.  “Second picture” She announced, and you smiled big again.  “Three… two… one” Flash.  Picture two printed over top of the other one.

“Thank you so much” You said to the woman, releasing Stiles’ hands to go look at the pictures.

“My pleasure. you’re the cutest couple I’ve photographed today” She replied with a smile.  Neither of you bothered to correct her, just smiled back as you both inspecting the pictures.  You and Stiles headed to the table to leave them there for safe keeping.

“She’s not wrong” You jumped when you heard Lydia, not knowing that she’d been with you.  “You guys are an adorable duo” The strawberry blonde winked, and you blushed, looking down at your feet.  Before anything else could be said, a slow song began to play, and Lydia lit up.  “Excuse me lovebirds, but I need to go find myself a cute boy” She said, and strutted off in search of an unsuspecting prey.  You giggled, laying your photo sheet down on the table, still standing with Stiles and pretending to be interested in the tablecloth.

“Do you wanna dance?” He asked unsurely, and your head snapped up.  “Or not, that’s okay-”

“No no I’d love to it’s just.. I have no idea how” You said with embarrassment in your tone.

“Well lucky you, Scott just taught me” Stiles said.  And again this night, he held his hand out to you, awaiting your answer.  You bit on your lip.  “Trust me, if either of us is going to be humiliated tonight, it’s going to be me.  I guarantee you I will run into a table and get food all over this suit” You giggled, and slipped your hand into his.

“You make a convincing argument Stilinski” You said softly, and he walked backwards, pulling you with him to the dance floor.  You kept your eyes on his, wide and full of curiosity for this boy.  Even when his hand wrapped around your waist, holding your one tightly by your shoulders, it was difficult for you to process what was happening.

And suddenly, it really was just him.  It was just him.  Staring at you, and dancing with you, and holding you like you were the most fragile thing in the world.  And you smiled.

“This is real” You whispered, your free hand laying up on his shoulder.

“Mhm” Stiles hummed, smiling down at you.

“We’re at Prom” You added, smiling a little brighter, and Stiles chuckled.

“We are indeed” He said.  A hook came in the song, and he spun you around.  But it wasn’t as quick and playful, it was slow and elegant.  He pulled you back, both of his hands on your waist now, and your arms wrapped around his neck.  You were much closer, chest to chest.  You took a few moments to just look up at him again, but long enough to have him question you through a raised brow.

“Nothing” You said softly.  “I’m just really glad I came here” You told him, and laid your head against his collarbone, still swaying to the music.  “With you” You added, and Stiles smiled, rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“Yeah well I’m really glad I came here with you too sunshine” He murmured into your hair, and in a bold move, kissed your cheek.  A long kiss, not just a peck this time.  He felt you smile before he pulled away, leaning his head against yours.  “I didn’t get the chance to tell you” He said quietly.  “But you look really beautiful tonight” You giggled silently into his shoulder.  “I mean- you look beautiful every day- not that beautiful is a strong enough word really more like stunning, or gorgeous but-”

“Thanks Stiles” You said, pulling back from him to look him in the eye, your eyes crinkled by your smile.  “I guess I did end up impressing you” You whispered, and Stiles smiled despite himself.

“You impress me every day y/n, you don’t have to dress up.  You could literally be in pajamas and drooling on my blankets like you do in the mornings, and I swear, you’ll still take my breath away” You cheeks grew hot in a blush, and your heart rate sped up.

“Really?” You whispered, the word barely audible, he only knew you said it because he was so focused on your lips.  He brought a hand up to brush along your jaw.

“Yeah, yeah really” Stiles murmured back, and your eyes grew wet, as you just stared at this boy in front of you.  Something you’ve been doing a lot of lately.  “I did ask you to Prom, didn’t I?”

“Well your friends did pressure you into it”

“No” He shook his head.  “They helped me when I thought they were throwing me under the bus.  I wanted to ask you, but I didn’t know how” You smiled a small little smile.

“Really?” You asked again, and he nodded.  “Why?”

“Why?” He repeated, brows drawn together at the question, and you nodded.  “Because y/n, if I didn’t, a million other guys would’ve and-” He stopped when you started laughing.  “What’s so funny?” You shook your head.

“Sorry it’s just- no one else was going to ask me” Stiles rolled his eyes.

“Don’t be like that y/n”

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t know how fucking perfect you are” Your eyes widened at his sudden profanity.  “Because you have to know” You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out.  “How many times am I going to have to tell you how amazing you are? You’re hilarious, you’rs brilliant, you’re sweet, even if you don’t want people to know it, and you’re beautiful, y/n you’re so beautiful-”

“Stop” You said quietly.  “Stop you’re going to make me cry and then Lydia will strangle both of us” His thumb brushed along your jaw, hand still laying there.

“y/n” Stiles said softly, and you blinked your watery eyes dry.  You barely realized he’d leaned forward, looking from your eyes to your lips, then back to your eyes, as though unsure if you were okay with it.

You answered by leaning up on the tips of your toes and capturing his lips with yours in a searing kiss.  Both of your eyes were shut tightly, scared that when you opened them, you’d wake up, and it will all have been a dream.  When you parted, Stiles quickly opened them to look at you, though you kept yours shut.

“Tell me that was real” You whispered, and he breathed out a laugh.

“It was real” Stiles said, and leaned down to kiss you again, arms tightening around your waist, you grinned against his lips, and he did too, until you couldn’t kiss anymore.  Your fingers played with the ends of his hair, and you were blushing hard.  “Definitely real” Stiles breathed, and your smile softened.

“Stiles” You whispered.  “I don’t do… I don’t do the boyfriend thing-” Stiles’ face immediately fell, and it broke your heart.

“I know I’m sor-”

“Because I don’t know how it…works” You said nervously.  “I’m not good with talking, it takes a lot and relationships are based on trust and how could you trust me if I take forever to-”

Stiles cut you off, cupping your cheeks and pulling you in for a long kiss.  His lips lingered against yours, brushing them softly as he spoke.

“y/n I trust you, one hundred percent.  With.  My.  Life” Your lips quivered against his.

“I trust you too” You said, hands splaying on his cheeks, fingers brushing over his skin as they curled and stretched.  “A lot, it’s just… I don’t know what if something happens?”

“Well then I won’t let anything happen” Stiles whispered, placing a light kiss on your lips.

“You can’t promise that” You said as he kissed you again.

“Yes I can” Stiles replied, giving you another kiss.  “I can” Kiss.

No you can’t” Kiss.

Can too”


Can not”


I love you”

No kiss.

You stared up at him with awestruck eyes.

“I love you” He said again, the same genuine look on his face.


“y/n come on! They’re announcing king and queen!” Kira grabbed your arm, already pulling you out of Stiles’ grasp, but you tugged away.

“No!” You yelled.  “No! I’m so done with not being able to finish for myself, I always get cut off and I’m tired of it happening” You said, standing your ground.  Kira looked at you shocked, having had no idea what was happening before she’d tugged on your arm.  You took in a deep breath, regaining your stability again.  By now Scott and Lydia were around you guys too, and you turned back to look at Stiles, who hadn’t moved a muscle.

He looked like a mixture of emotions.  Sad, scared, hopeful.. you could go on.

But you turned completely, facing him and breathing in again, hoping to steady your voice.

I didn’t say it back” You said, and you both seemed to move at the same time, colliding in an earth shattering kiss.  Sure, your first one was passionate, but this, this was ground breaking.  Stiles lifted you up around the waist, spinning you around for a second.  When you were set back down, you stood on the tips of your toes.

You didn’t have to” He responded in the brief moment you parted, and in seconds your lips found each other again, in a much more soft kiss, yet long and meaningful.

You wished you could take a picture of the feeling you had.  He was warm, and tasted like the vanilla cupcakes at the snack table.  His arms were protective, chest a firm pillow to lean against.  Kissing him was better than any high, any drug, better than any sweet treat.  It gave you butterflies that fluttered relentlessly in your stomach.

“Scott McCall, and Kira Yukimura!” 

You and Stiles pulled away wen your friends were announced.

“Good for them” You hummed, watching for a short moment as a crown was placed on each of their heads.

“Yeah mhm” Stiles hummed mindlessly, hooking a finger under your chin, and turning you back to bring your lips to his.  You hummed a quiet sigh of content, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck.

You could do this forever.

“Alright, thanks for the ride guys I had a great time” Lydia grinned, and squeezed your shoulder before getting out of the jeep.

“Bye Lydia” You called collectively with the group, then drove off.

“So” Scott smirked into the rear view mirror, his eyes then landing on yours and Stiles’ intertwined hands resting on your leg.  “Are ya a thing now?”

“Define thing” Stiles said, shooting you a secret wink that made you smile.

“Ya know are you guys like-”

“Are you boyfriend and girlfriend or not.  We can’t wait forever” Kira spoke up, and you giggled.

“I’d say so, yes” You answered, unable to help a smile to yourself.

Kira was gushing and squealing all the way to Scott’s house.

Even as they both got out and walked to his door, (neither of you questioned them staying together.  Too afraid of the honest answer) you could hear her going on about how cute double dates and babies would be.  

You and Stiles drove back to your house, you having decided it was time to be back in your own bed.  Even if his arms were much more cozier.  Besides, you had to gush to someone that wasn’t Kira, and your mom seemed like a good bet.  Maybe it’d begin to stitch up and wounds left in your relationship with her.

He parked the jeep in your drive, and you looked over at him, watching as he leaned over the console, placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

“I might take advantage of getting to do that” He told you, and you smiled softly.

“I think you are already Stilinski” You hummed back.  “Walk me to my door?” He nodded, and as expecting, jumped out of the jeep to run around, and get the door for you.  “You’re hopeless” You said, and he lifted you up, setting you down dramatically.  You giggled nonetheless, loving this randomly romantic side of him.  Stiles’ hand was clasped around yours as you walked together to your doorstep.

“Well, I had a lovely night with you y/n” He said, turning to face you, and you smiled with a nod.

“I had a lovely night with you too Stiles” You said, leaning up on the tips of your toes, the briefest moment of hesitation before you pressed your lips against his in one more sweet kiss.

“Goodnight” He whispered, nose brushing yours as you parted.

“Goodnight Stiles” You murmured back, and opened the door.  He squeezed your hand before letting go, and walking a few steps to his car.  “Stiles?” He looked back at you, and you smiled.  A beautiful, soft, angelic smile.


“I love you too”


ok but i’m legitimately emotional bc i gained so many followers and friends and i feel like people really liked this story, but i hope that i can improve from here, so thank you to EVERYONE for support and love and notes and ah i’m just so happy to have you guys.  i also hope i borke your hearts at some points, and that this chapter made it better lol i’m a monster

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[Jackson] Step Sex (Chapter 3) ft Kai

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

A/N: I’m not sure if this is an actual series or not, I don’t really like the plot aymore, but I like this part. Enjoy, and leave some feedback!

Warnings: Smut

“Roxy!” My mom calls from downstairs. I join her in the kitchen. She’s on the phone, dressed in her brand new black dress. Is she seeing Rob? She’s spending so much money for this man. She covers the mouthpiece of the phone when she sees me.

“Are you going out tonight?” She asks me. I would love to say I’m seeing Kai, but he’s still mad at me.


“Good. Jackson needs a haircut.” She says. What? No! She wants me to cut his hair? I don’t want to see him again!

“He can go see a professional alone.” I retort.

“Roxy says yes.” She says into the phone.

“No she doesn’t!” I deliberately say loudly.

“Alright, see you.” My mom replies to who I think is Rob. She hangs up, sealing my destiny.

“Mom!” I scold her. She puts her hands on her hips.

“Roxy please. Robert still has to find a private hairdresser for Jackson.” She says. Oh, poor him! I know it’s hard to stay alive without a private hairdresser.

“Why can’t he go to a salon downtown ?!” I whine.

“Please, be kind. I know Jackson’s a bit…different.” She murmurs. «But try to get to know him a little bit.“ She says. 

Get to know him? I almost slept with him!

 She puts her hands on my shoulders, and I smell a nice fragrance. Did she buy a new perfume too?

“Where are you going?” I ask her.

“Dinner with Robert. You’ll spend the evening with Jackson.” She says. Gah, no!

“Mom, I don’t want to.” I whine. Se rolls her eyes and sighs.

“I’ll buy you a bottle.” She says. A bottle? She’s saying my name.

“Of?” I cross my arms over my chest, intrigued.

“Anything you want.” She says. Alcohol carte blanche?

“Deal.” I say before turning on my heels. I think I’m alcoholic.


Robert and Jackson arrive an hour later, and I’m the one in charge of welcoming them.

“Good evening.” I say casually to Rob as him and his son stand in the doorway.

“Good evening. Nice to see you again.” He replies politely.

“Me too." 

"Hi.” Jackson greets me.



We all turn around to look at my mom coming down the stairs, looking cute or whatever. I let them in and close the door behind them.

“Michelle, you look lovely.” Rob says, kissing my mom’s cheek. I can see her blushing. If I had a bucket next to me I’d be throwing up.

“Good evening, Jackson.” She says.

“Michelle, you look beautiful.” Jackson responds. I scoff, but none of them hear me.

“Thank you.”

“So, you’re cutting Jackson’s hair tonight?” Rob enquires, turning around. I lean against the door.


“Thank you for accepting.”

“You’re welcome.” I reply, forcing a smile. Rob turns back to my mom.

“Are we ready to go?” He asks her.

“I think so.” She says, picking up her purse. Taking the cue, I open the door again. Rob gives her his elbow, and she takes it happily.

“We’ll leave you alone, youngsters.” Rob says as they head out past me.

“Have fun.” I give the couple a tight, tight smile, and at the second I close the door, I know I never should have pushed her back into Robert’s arms. When I turn around, Jackson is giving me his back, his hands in his pocket, and his eyes to the ceiling.

“Can I look around?” He briefly turns to me. Well, if it means you’ll go away for a moment.

“If you want. I’m gonna prepare the bathroom.” I reply as he adventures himself in the kitchen. I stomp up the stairs. I bring a chair to the bathroom, prepare the shampoo, a towel, scissors, and a bottle of wine.

“I’m ready!” I call down the hallway.

“One second!” He calls back, from downstairs. I wait in the bathroom and hear his footsteps as he climbs the stairs. But he doesn’t come my way, he turns to the left, and his steps fade away. When I pop my head out, he’s walking over to me, his shirt gone.


He is as muscular as I felt he should be, maybe a little more. His muscles roll with each steps he takes, it’s mesmerizing.

“Why did you take your shirt off?” I scold when he’s in front of me. His proximity is dangerous.

“I don’t want it to get wet.” He explains.

“I’ll be careful. Put it on.” I almost beg.

“No.” He says.


He grins.

“It’s funny to see you like this.” He says.

“Like what?”

“Flustered.” He replies. Yes, I’m flustered. Why? I’m never flustered, it’s not me. Get a grip of yourself, Roxy!

“Sit.” I command, and he obeys. Tilting his head back, I dampen his hair with my hand.

“I think we left something hanging last time.” He says, crossing his arms over his chest. Ah, shit. We’ll actually have to have this discussion.

“Yeah, about that.” I murmur, shutting the faucet.

“You have a boyfriend.” He says before me. When I look at him, I notice his eyes are peacefully closed.

“How do you know?” I ask, grabbing the shampoo. He shrugs. He said that out of the blue? I squeeze some shampoo in my hand.

“Anyway, we can’t…finish what we started.” I murmur. Jackson opens his eyes as I make a move to touch his hair, and I freeze. His eyes lighted with a mix of surprise and… shock?

“I want to finish what we started.” Jackson frowns.

“Sorry.” I shrug apologetically.

“You don’t want to or you can’t?” He asks me. Do I want to? I don’t need to answer that question, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.

“I don’t want to. Head back.” I reply. He sighs but obeys, closing his eyes and tilting his head back. I start to wash his hair. As I do, I feel his hands on my hips, and suddenly he pulls me down in his lap.

“What are you doing?” I ask in surprise. He doesn’t open his eyes.

“You’re going to break your back like this.” He says. What?

“I’m good.” I mutter. My hands full of foam, I use my elbows to push myself off him. He pins me down, and I sigh in defeat. He’s not going to let me go. I resume washing his hair.

“Why?” He asks me.

“Why what?”

“Why won’t you let me fuck you?”

I stop massaging his scalp and gaze down at him, shocked and outraged. He opens his eyes to look at me.

“That’s not a way to speak to a girl.” I scold him.

“You didn’t say that last Friday.” He retorts. 

‘I want to fuck you, Roxanne. Hard. Will you let me?’ His words were so exciting in his mouth back then. I resume washing his hair so he can’t see me blush.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I reply.

“You’re afraid he’ll find out?” He asks. I don’t answer. 

It’s way more complicated than that. Even if he didn’t find out, just the fact of having wanted Jackson makes me feel bad. Jackson grabs my wrists, making me look down at him. His gaze is intense.

“If we do it right here, right now, there will be no way he finds out, you’re conscious of that?” He asks slowly. I swallow, truck by his intense staring.

“Yes.” I reply. Jackson tilts his head to the side.

“Good. But you still don’t want to? If that’s not that, then…” He trails off, thinking.

“You’re afraid I’ll fall in love with you?” His mouth quirks, and he raises an arrogant eyebrow at me.

“Is the idea that ridiculous?” I scowl at him. He laughs loudly.

“Oh please, you cheated on your boyfriend with me, a complete stranger. You think I’d want that?” He says, bemused. My face heats. I’m an unfaithful bitch. What the hell got into me?

“Plus, I don’t fall in love.” He says, wearing a big arrogant smile. That arrogant asshole, he’s what got into me. It’s all his fault.

“Good for you.” I mutter grabbing the toothbrush pot next to the sink. I empty it and scoop water in it, letting the faucet open. After rinsing my hands, I grab Jackson’s hair and tilt his head back.

“Ah! Easy, Roxy.” He says. I ignore him and start rinsing his hair.

“Did I offense you?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“You’re an asshole.” I mutter.

“An asshole?” His eyes widen. Yes, an asshole. My blood starts to boil. Why am I so frustrated on my own?

“An arrogant brat.” I add, deliberately pouring water on his face. There. It feels good.

“Hey!” He shouts, sitting up. He brings his hands to his eyes and rubs them over his face. Oh, I’m so childish. I can’t help but giggle at the mess he is. He looks up at me, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly he grabs my hips and presses his wet head against my chest. I gasp in surprise. Jackson runs his wet hair up and down my chest, soaking me.

“Stop!” I giggle, my dress starting to stick to my skin. He does the same thing from the left to the right. He’s so childish too.

He pulls away and we both look down at the mess he made. Shit! My shirt is white and drenched and totally see-through, and I don’t have a bra on. My breasts are completely exposed to him. I’m mortified. I should cover myself, but I’m stuck and my limbs are unwilling to move.

Jackson looks up at me, his burning eyes staring in mine. Then it starts to radiate, from him, from me; it’s like a densified atmosphere between us. Like a cloud of and intoxicating perfume, like an aura. It’s electric and heady, taking my breath away.

“You feel it?” He breathes, his eyes piercing my soul.

“Yes.” I’m breathless.

“Then you better stop resisting me.” He groans, pushing his fingers into my hair. He grabs a fistful of my mane and pulls my head to his, crashing his lips onto mine.

I gasp, and he takes the opportunity to push his dominant tongue inside my mouth. He licks my tongue in harsh, powerful licks, making me whimper.

He tugs at my hair harshly, tilting my head back and revealing my neck to him. I blink up at the ceiling, disoriented. He’s way too powerful for me, I’ve never known that.

He starts trailing open-mouthed kisses all over my neck, taking my skin between his lips and running his tongue across it.

“Jackson.” I gasp, tangling my fingers in his hair. He throws my oversized T-shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing else but my panties. His hands come up to massage my breasts, his mouth wild and frenetically working my skin.

My pussy starts to feel heavy with need, and it increases every tome his thumb skims over one of my nipples. I close my eyes and let my body feel.

One of his hands leave my breasts, and I feel his fingers slip in the waistband of my panties.

His pads find my clit, his middle finger parting my damp folds.

“Aaaaah.” I shiver, wanting to close my legs. God, his fingers feel so good.

He keeps my head tilted back, his fingers slowly working onto my clit, making me writhe and moan against him. I tug at his hair, the thrumming inside me getting stronger.

He slips one bold finger inside me.

“Oh, yes.” I groan. This is so good.

“Jackson.” I gasp. He moves his finger in and out of me, his open mouth against my neck, his tongue dipping in the hollow at the base of my neck. Heat licks along my skin. I could come like this.

“More.” I find myself begging. I’ve never begged before. 

“More?” He repeats, his voice strained. He pulls his finger out of me and lets my hair go. I look back down, and he pushes the same finger inside my mouth.

His dark eyes locked with mine, they radiate with lust and erotism. I’m hypnotized. I could do anything for him to pleasure me at this very moment.

I suck on his finger, feeling his erection through the de material of his pants.

“If you want more you’ll have to work for it.” He rasps, pulling his finger out of my mouth.

“I want your smart mouth around my cock.” He says.

In a nanosecond, I find myself kneeling on the floor between his legs, my fingers fumbling with the buttons of his pants. I unzip them and slide them down to his thighs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free, hard, long and proud.

I bite my lip at the sight of it. When I think it’s going to be inside me soon, I almost salivate in front of it.

I wrap my fingers around the base and let my lips hover around the tip. I feel him thrust and look up, meeting his fiery eyes that betray his impatience.

I take him inside my mouth, very slowly, inch by inch, before letting him out at the same speed. I do it again, taking more of him this time, and repeat the process until I can’t fit his shaft inside my mouth.

“Mmmmh… yeah.” Jackson moans, one hand grabbing my hair again. He guides my movements and thrusts up to meet them.

I can feel his veins against my tongue. It’s hot and logged with blood. His cock is thick, and beautiful.

“Suck it, Roxanne. That’s it.” He compliments. I keep my tongue flat against his shaft, but swirl my tongue around when I reach the tip. I watch him, head thrown back, chest heaving. For once I feel like I have some effect on him, like he has on me.

I reach up and play with his balls, gently massaging them. I try to relax my throat and take more of him.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He groans. His hips make quick, slow circles, driving his cock further inside my mouth.

“Touch yourself for me, get yourself ready.” He breathes. I obey, pushing my hand inside my panties. I rub my clit, lifting the accumulated tension between my legs. I moan against his cock.

“Oooh god, baby.” He moans, his thrusts becoming more vigorous. Tears spring to my eyes as he reaches deeper inside my throat, making me gag. I jerk away from him, letting his cock slip out of my mouth, strands of saliva hanging from my lips.

He looks down at me and glares furiously, before changing his attitude completely. He stares at me, panting, slowly shaking his head.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Roxanne.” He murmurs, a point of wonder in his voice. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to catch my breath. I’m still touching myself, my fingers already drenched and sticky.

He moves, grabbing me by my throat and pushing me against the counter. I challenge him with my eyes. His cock slips between my thighs, and when he rolls his hips, my legs start to wobble.

 He has the upper hand.

He turns me around and pushes my chest onto the counter, the surface feeling cold against my nipples. I hiss.

I lift my head and watch him pull a condom out of his pocket through the mirror.

“I told you I’m on birth control.” I pant.

“STD’s. I don’t know if you’re clean.” He retorts, glaring back at me through the mirror.

“You fingered me.”

“And you licked it off.” He counters, sliding my panties down my legs. The air gets caught up in my throat when he takes my hips in his hands.

“You’re not a virgin, are you?” He asks me.

“You’re asking that now?” I giggle, panting. He smacks my behind, harshly.

“Ah!” I yelp in surprise. It stings! It stings where he slapped me, and then the sensation travels to my core. I gasp as it tingles. What the-

“Answer me, Roxanne. I’m dying over here.” Jackson commands, watching me. 

“No, I’m not.” I reply.

“Good.” He says, before slamming into me.

“Ah!” I yell as he knocks the air out of my lungs. He’s not that big, bit it feels different. He’s stretching me out so fucking right, and he reaches so deep.

“Fuck.” I groan, slapping my forehead against the counter.

“You’re tight…and really wet.” Jackson observes, pulling out of me, before ramming forward again.

“Jackson. Aaaaanhh…” I moan, closing my eyes.

“How about we get started for real?” Jackson grunts, gradually picking up pace. I open my eyes, and he starts to plow me like a madman.

“What? Oh! Fuck!” I cry out, slapping my hand against the mirror, so I don’t bang my head against it. He reaches a punishing rhythm, his cock reaching so deep so quickly, I literally lose every last bit of control I had.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I yell, screwing my eyes shut. My god, it feels so fucking good. I feel so full and dirty; my pussy is trembling with every thrust. I’m being throughoutly fucked, for the first time in my life.

I arch my back and stand on my tip toes, angling my hips so he can reach even deeper. It’s like I want him to destroy me, like I actually want not to control anything. What is this boy doing to me?

“Yeah, baby. That’s it. Fuck…” He moans loudly, never slowing down. His stamina is admirable.

I feel him grab my upper arms, and he pulls me up so I’m standing straight. My mouth falls open, I can barely make any sound, he’s fucking my brains out. I feel his ragged breath against my shoulder, his deep grunts ringing inside me.

He wraps his fingers around my throat, tilting my head back so his mouth is at my ear.

“Open your eyes, Roxanne.” He rasps, his voice pornographic. His other hand slides down my stomach and fins my clit again. 

“Wait!” I squeal, jerking away from his touch, and impaling myself on his cock even more. My eyes roll back.

“Look at yourself, baby.” He orders. I blink my eyes open and look at myself in the mirror. 

I see my red cheeks, my clouded eyes, and the drool hanging from my lower lip. I’m fucking drooling.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” He enquires, his hips tracing big circles against me, his shaft shifting around inside me. My brows furrow, it’s almost painful.

This is so fucking good; I almost want to cry.

“Mmmmh…” He moans deep in his throat, while I blabber incoherent profanities.

“You like being fucked like this, don’t you?” He rasps. He feels so good, so fucking good inside me.

“Nggh…mmmmh…” Is all I can, the words are lost between my brain and my mouth, I am not myself anymore, I feel like a hungry whore. Maybe I’m being myself actually.

“I bet you’ve never been fucked this good before.” He says, starting to thrust in and out of me again. My eyes roll back, my head falling onto his shoulder, my clit burning because of his touch.

“Don’t stop.” I beg as he picks up pace and intensity. The buildup is too much; I’m going to explode.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Fuck me. Fuck me.” I moan, my walls rippling like crazy. My legs are trembling, I’m stumbling.

“I love it when you beg me.” Jackson says appreciatively, his movements relentless and brutal. Roxanne, this boy is going to fuck you up, and not only physically.

“Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, god, please. Harder.” I plead, everything tightening inside me. I stop breathing, like I do every time before I climax.

“I’m coming.” I choke out, right before my orgasm washes over me.

“Fuck!” Jackson groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. I fucking detonate, exploding and imploding at the same time.

“Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” I beg, holding on for dear life against the counter as I ride my orgasm the better I can. 

Jackson follows shortly, spilling himself into the condom while biting down on my shoulder.

When he pulls out, my legs nearly give up on me. He holds me as I wobble, before lifting me onto the counter.

Then, he takes the condom off and throws it in the toilet before flushing it. I try to catch my breath, feeling like I’ve ran a marathon. 

That was awesome. Amazing. Mind blowing. Fuck.

“That was…” He starts, leaning against the sink next to me. I close my eyes and throw my head back against the mirror.

“Too fucking good.” I finish. God, I’ve never come this hard. I need a cigarette to make it really perfect.

I reach out and open the cupboard next to the mirror, finding a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in it. There are cigarettes everywhere in this house.

I bring one to my mouth and go to light it up, but Jackson grabs my wrist.

“Not around me.” He says cooly. I give him wide eyes while takes my cigarette from my mouth and tosses it in the toilet.

“You didn’t have to throw it in the toilet.” I mutter. I really need to smoke now; my head is a mess.

I walk out of the bathroom to change myself. I’ll smoke outside if he’s going to be a jerk.

The doorbell rings, making me freeze in my tracks.

“You’re expecting someone?” Jackson pops his head out to look at me. 

“No. Get dressed.” I order, walking into my room. I throw on a sweatshirt, panties and cotton shorts, and toss Jackson’s shirt to his face so he can put it on. The doorbell rings again.

When we’re both clothed and we look less sexed up, I make my way downstairs to open the door.

When I open it, I see this familiar Asian beauty. Tall, skinny, tanned and muscular.

“Kai.” I breathe.

squirrellygirlart  asked:

"Opps!? What do you mean, 'OOPS'!?"

“Oops!? What do you mean, ‘OOPS’!?” Mari squeeled out as her auburn haired friend wore the biggest shit eating grin possible while holding the bluenette’s phone high above the other. 

five minutes prior to that screech, Alya had convinced her best friend Mari to swap phones with her for a few minutes after the to-be-fashionista lost a bet. The stipulation had been that Alya couldn’t confess Mari’s undying love for a certain model friend, to said certain model friend. Alya had agreed, but since when did she let a little rule like that stop her?

So there they were, five minutes later, when Mari asked if Alya had kept her promise. Naturally when she replied with ‘Oops’ the bluenette panicked. Mari wrestling her phone from her best friend’s hand, only to see the worst message in the history of messages, addressed to one Adrien Agreste.
   “Dear Adrien, 
    I was wondering if you would by chance be available this weekend to go and see Moana with me. I heard it was a rather good movie and would absolutely love it if you could attend with me so we might get to know each other a little better. I already asked Alya and Nino about going, but They said they were busy and couldn’t attend.

With love and best wishes,
Marinette Dupain-Cheng. “

There was a split second of hope that if Adrien messaged Nino, it would blow Alya’s plan, but the next message sent was to nino, with the line “Hey Nino, it’s Alya. I’m on Mari’s phone, just set her up on a date with sunshine child. If he asks, you’re busy this weekend. and BTW, your busy this weekend with me, so hope you got some aspirin.” 

“ALYA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” Mari screeched with the furry of the banshee queen at her soon-to-be ex-bestfriend.

“Oh calm down! It’s not the end of the world!” But Alya’s words never reached her. The bluenette was too busy pacing back and forth as she mumbled plans under her breath. “m-maybe he hasn’t seen it yet… i could steal his phone, delete the message, and no one will ever knoooOOOOOOOH NONONO” Her plans died in a horrible fire as a new message blipped to life on her phone.

“Dear Mari,
  I’d love too! If you don’t mind, i’ll cover the expenses so you don’t need to be so worried about it. I’m glad to actually have a chance to talk to you without the stuttering and all that.

See you at 4 o’clock, 

It’s a date,

Adrien Agreste”

“Mari? Mari? Earth to Mari? Girl are you-” 



so ya, i didn’t like the one i did last night, so i redid the answer, hope it’s better then before xD

Send me one sentence and i’ll write a story in 5 sentences (or more. Probably more cause i cant control how much i write.)

Surgery covered because you met your out of pocket for the year? Splendid!

Husband finds your wedding set so you don’t have to buy new ones? Amazing!

Of course that means your cell phone is going to completely brick at 9:30 this morning…

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