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ain't no sunshine — steve harrington

▸summary: steve just wants cuddles. and he'll play the song on repeat until he gets them.

▸characters: steve harrington x gn!reader

▸tw: tooth. rotting. FLUFF

▸a/n: i did not die. have some happy words.

HE MUST'VE HAD the song downloaded four-hundred times on his cassette tape, because you were just about ready to bash your head in when the beginning notes played from Steve's bedroom. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, it's not warm when she's away.

You were in the living room, finishing up some writings that you had due for your classes when you gazed unamused at the ceiling. He'd been playing the song on repeat, singing along badly in order to coax you into giving him some love and affection as you always did on a Tuesday afternoon. Unfortunately, this deadline was currently taking priority, and Steve was being a drama queen about it. 

You still had about four pages to write, as well as some questions to answer before anything else took over your mind, so you had to suffer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away.

You'd practically memorised the words and melody to this song, mouthing them with good ol' Bill Withers as he provided sustenance to feed Steve's dramatics. You could hear Steve's faux grieving voice as he sang along, making the song a whole heap more dramatic than the original recording. 

Wonder this time where she's gone, wonder if she's gonna stay.

Trying to persevere through the loud stereo blasting muffled music above your head is a lot more difficult than you might imagine. Ever since you had gone to his place in a tizzy that you had things to do before a deadline and couldn't afford any distractions, you had banished him to his room, and for about an hour, had some quiet. 

That changed when the second hour became the third, and the music started when the sun began to go down, reeling on loop as though it was a broken record. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

You smiled slightly, though. For all of Steve's dramatics and ridiculous behaviours, he loved you, and you loved him. All of his quirks made him special to you, and you loved to be with him no matter what was happening around the world, especially when the whole Upside Down thing began catching up to him, mentally and physically. Now, he was a cuddly baby that loved hugging you. He always said that he felt safer to sleep in your arms. 

And I know, I know, I know, I know...

He must've given up on singing, because Steve's voice could no longer be heard. Probably ran out of oxygen. Good. He needed to rest after the whole Russian situation. You only had one page left to write and a few more questions to do before you could give your Steve what he needed so desperately. 

A hug. And a fat nap.

You sighed as the tape continued playing the bridge, scrawling your pencil over the paper. You had started with gorgeous cursive, and had evolved into writing chicken scratch to speed up the time. Two questions down, half a page to go...

Hey, I ought to leave the young thing alone, but ain't no sunshine when she's gone.

Three lines, two sentences, aaaaand...

Done.

Throwing the pencil down and thudding the book shut, you pushed yourself to a standing position, practically bounding up the stairs, dragging yourself up by the handrails. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, only darkness everyday.

You came to the first floor landing, stepping onto the carpeted floor with your socked feet and beelined for Steve's room. The door was shut, but Bill's soothing voice carried through the wood, almost getting impossibly loud as you inched closer. 

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone, and this house just ain't no home, any time she goes away.

Stepping into the room as you swing open the door, the final outro of the song is echoing through, fading away. You smile to find Steve on his back, staring at the ceiling as he waits for the next loop to begin. 

You are silent as you halt the tape, crawling onto the bed and giving him a big ol' smooch. He looks at you with innocent and wide eyes, a big fat smile settling on his face. 

"All done?" he asks. 

You nod, confirming. "All done."

You yelp as he flings himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and tumbling over the other side of the bed. He's quick to bring the covers over you both, leaving the bed side light on. A new habit, but it didn't bother you. 

You tussled for a little, finding a comfortable position that agreed with all parties and bones. You settled on bear hugging him as he tangled your legs together and kept his nose near your hair. 

You giggled, running your nails down his back. "You big baby." 

He grumbled. "Ain't no sunshine when you're not here."

I totally should be writing rn but i just dont feel like it,, I'll try though

omg,, people reblog my posts?? this is wonderful ♥♥

Why is it so hard to write fluff.. RAGGHHHHH, on a good note; it's almost finished. I'll have to update my rules after this one lol, it's a lovely request though!! Very cute.

It should be posted by today and if not feel free to bully me/joke. The basics of this one shot/s is that its a domestic dinner (the actual title too) and it's for Ghost, Price, And soap!!

This is genuinely a cute oneshot and it makes my heart hurt. If you ever send a fluff request I'll actually go bonkers because I love it,

This first request is kicking me in the ass because my writing is long-winded and I've only gotten through the first character but guess what..? NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?? NEVER GIVE UP!!!! (I'm dying)

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CHARACTER LIST

Anasui Narciso,

Bruno Bucciarati,

Caesar A. Zeppeli,

DIO Brando,

Diavolo,

Diego Brando,

Enrico Pucci,

Giorno Giovanna,

Guido Mista,

Gyro Zeppeli,

Jonathan Joestar,

Joseph Joestar,

Jotaro Kujo,

Josuke Higashikata,

Johnny Joestar,

Jean Pierre Polnareff,

Kars,

Muhammad Avdol,

Okuyasu Nijimura,

Noriaki Kakyoin,

Prosciutto,

Robert E. O. Speedwagon,

Rohan Kishibe,

Risotto Nero,

Santana,

Steely Dan,

Vinegar Doppio,

Wess/Weather Report,

Wammu,

Yoshikage Kira.

I half hate myself for this

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CHARACTER LIST

alejandro Vargas,

John Price,

John "Soap" MacTavish,

Logan Walker,

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick,

König,

Keegan P. Russ,

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin,

Rodolof Parra,

sebastian Kruger,

Simon "Ghost" Riley.

It's a little wild I have to make multiple masterlists for each fandom I'm in lmfao

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[P.S. many of the things on this list are subject to change and probably WILL change!! :> and lmk if you want to be added to the annon list!! I'll be making that.]

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THE FANDOMS I AM IN AND WILL WRITE FOR

I- ONE PIECE

II- JJBA (JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE)

II- RE (RESIDENT EVIL 1/ 2/ 3/ 4/ 7)

IV- COD (GHOSTS, COD MW/II/III COS WWII)

I don't know what possessed me to write but here goes. Not beta read.

Nsfw Warning

Sub! GN! Character x GN! Reader (can be read as a strap)

"What's next?"

It's a question that's been in your mind for a long while.

Graduating college, finding a job and all that is nice, but where to next?

A lover? A friend? Or did you need something else? Or nothing at all?

But with them underneath you, panting your name like a prayer, repeating over and over, you quickly focus on the cute face beneath you instead. Their legs trembles as they weakly wrap their thighs around your waist, they drool and arched their back just for you. They moan and whimper as you ram into them, shaking the bed a little, they start mumbling about how full they felt as drool slips from the corners of their puffy lips.

They're so good for you, so pretty with their hair spread on the pillow like a halo, your pretty little angel.

Who cares for a lover, friend or whatever. You have an angel beneath you, and perhaps they're all you need right now.

I can't believe I wrote this :)))))) anyways, I don't have a schedule, I don't really take coms and basically write when I feel like it so yea

Wooow! Just found you yesterday, and I love all of your fics, sm!!! Could you do a Bennett x Male Reader x Razor (platonic)? Where it's them being bros. 😗 Maybe you could incorporate Bennett's constant misfortune. And they're the new Benny's Adventure Team.

Three bros chilling at wolvendom

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°•A/n: I'm posting this at 4 am cuz I've been trying to brainstorm more ideas but nothing came to mind, I'm so sorry this took so long and with how short it is, anon :(

◇Warning◇: none(?)

°•Characters: Bennett and Razor

°•Reader: intended as m!reader, can be read as gn!reader

bennett and you were friends first due to the fact your parent(s) help the guild a lot, so naturally you guys are joint at the hip

your parent(s) love bennett as much as you do, they love how positive he is despite his misfortune and hope his positivity will rub off on ur negative ass

when you and bennett met razor it was when you guys were gathering some wolfhook and ended helping razor and an injured wolf

razor taught you both how to hunt and on multiple occasions you, bennett and razor would cook over an open flame together, sometimes the wolfs join you three

you taught razor how to make flower crowns and you both made one for bennett that was made with windwheel Aster and calla lilies

Can you guys send me some cove holden or howl pendragon or asra requests?? They have all my attention rn

I know I haven't been posting and I'll work on it BUT! I just thought of something that's absolutely braking my heart and ya'll are gonna suffer with me!

Ya'll know how asra and the apprentice fight before the apprentice dies? So Imagine asra having enough of the apprentice not agreeing to run away so he storms out after taking his bag and Faust, and the apprentice is just still filled with anger then the shock and sadness settle in when they realise that asra really did leave and he most likely isn't coming back, so they crumble to the floor while leaning on a wall as they start to have a brake down

I'M ABOUT TO FUCKING SOB OVER HERE 😭😭😭

this came to me while listening to this slowed version of cry by cigarettes after sex

Can I request genshin impact Short genshin boys (Specifically Tighnari, Cyno, Heizou, Venti, And Kazuha) with a lazy yet genius male reader. If you don’t do Headcanons with multiple people then I’ll let you choose one of the short boys

short boys with a lazy yet genius bf

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°•A/n: so, I left out Cyno since i don't have a good understanding of his character yet Imo, also so sorry for not writing this sooner, love. i have been a bit busy with things :')

◇Warnings◇: none(?)

°•Characters: Tighnari, Heizou, Venti and Kazuha

°•Reader: male, can be read as gn tho

Tighnari:

What is he gonna do with you?

Don't get him wrong, he absolutely adores you but can you PUlease get your work done?

As much as loves taking naps with you somewhere in the forest he doesn't want you putting your work till last minute

Again, might he add

You two first met in the academias library...you were passed out while reading for one of ur major exams the night before

While other scholars and students thought you were cheating your way through, cuz all they see you doing is napping or messing around

Tighnari has experienced ur hard work, and to answer ur question, no it wasn't because he was tutoring you or through a group project, we aren't in a romantic fantasy ofc or are we-

No, thanks to his good hearing, he can hear your mumbling when you're memorising or the scribblings of your pen when it hits the paper

You and him make a good team when it comes to research or work in general

He keeps you motivated to finish the said project without procrastinating and you not only remind him to take brakes, you have also stopped him from poisoning himself with wild mushrooms on multiple occasions-

You also love using his tail as a pillow, and he let's you! :D

Heizou:

Honestly, if it wasn't for your laziness, you would've given him a run for his mora-

ofc he'll never admit you could be a better detective than him, not only for his pride but also to keep Sara away from you

He LOVES when you visit his office <3

Plus you almost always bring snacks with you

Sometimes you tag along with him to the crim scenes

Yes, technically, he isn't allowed to bring you there but he loves when you help him out

And lemme tell you, he LOVES how after you two are done, your eyes get droopy and an adorable pout-

He'll die happy if you were his last memory

Venti:

While this alcoholic loves and appreciates how smart you are- he loves that your lazy way more

Why? Well, he likes napping with you during the afternoon on the hands of his statue, you also bring blankets and pillows too

Dw he helps getting them up there-

Every time there's an event at angels share he drags you with so you can calculate the cheapest price he can get for high quality wine

Loves listening to you rambling about ur work while slowly falling asleep <3

He does drag you on walks tho, he worries so daily walks in or out of mondstad is a thing

Offered you a sip of his fave wine only to drop his glass once you told him you figured out the ingredients and methods in making it

Kaeya lifting his eye patch with his jaw going slack in the background after hearing what you just said

Kazuha:

Goo goo eyes in your direction 24/7 from him but your too tired to notice

Loves reading poetry to you and loves getting feedback from his beloved bunny <3

Calls you bunny cuz he saw your cheek squashed against the table you were working on and thought of a bunny

You tried to write a poem for him but it took so long that you thought to give him it another day-

..only for him to find it and blush like a madman while reading what you wrote

It doesn't even have to be good cuz he's touched that you squeezed in the time to write this from him, knowing how many projects you have going on

When you pull all nighters, he lights calming sented candles, makes you the drink or snack of your choice, gives you a kiss on the forehead with encouraging words and leaves you be to focus

Looking into the things your passionate about to engage in a conversation about it just cuz it makes you happy and they way your eyes light up is just so beautiful to him

helloo how would the brothers / side characters [ you can choose ] react to mc being like mikasa from aot ? gn ! thank you 😼

Having a mikasa like s/o

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°•A/n: so i've only seen the first 6 eps from season 1 and even that was a long ass time ago so I'm going on what I read about her personality, hope that's okay but if you want me to rewrite it it's okay, just ask and add more details about her or any character you want done, hope you enjoy :)

◇Warning◇: nothing

°•Characters: Lucifer, Barbatos, Diavolo and Solomon

°•Reader: gn

°•Lucifer:

Honestly thought you were a doormat from how quiet you are

Rubbing his temple thinking he has to keep you from getting eaten since ofc mammon can't be responsible 😒

Tried to make you remove that red scarf off your uniform but you surprisingly refused and stood your ground

Was walking to the student council when he heard a commotion, let out a tired sigh and went to resolve whatever was happening

Heard some demon yelling your name and immediately thought of the worst- made his was through the crowd of students, ready to save you or what's remaining of you

But was pleasantly surprised to see you winning a fight against a demon, pathetic thing looked like they were about to pass out while you're not braking a sweat

Is indifferent about your calm and stoic personality, on one hand, finally, on the other hand, he wants to see you brake

When you two got closer and he saw you genuinely smile? Omd his heart was doing flips, butterflies were fluttering and he had to cover his face with his hand so no one can see that blush everyone saw tho

°•Barbatos:

He knows you can handle yourself just fine but he gets a kick out of seeing everyone's look of shock and disbelief

He kinda reminds you of levi, and no, not levi the demon, levi with the cleaning obsession

Tell him about what's going on in your world and he's debating on letting you go back

Ya'll have tea dates :D talking about anything but make sure to ask him about the tea blend your having, he gets so excited, even tho it isn't obvious to most ppl/demons

He spars with you when he got free time, gotta let out that built up frustration and you're the perfect person to spar with, dw he won't go too far, you getting hurt by him is something he never wants to happen

Likes how stoic and level headed you are, you're the voice of reason when he and Lucifer aren't there

Loves the small smile you have when you're having your weekly tea date with him <3

°•Diavolo:

Excited golden retriever

Very interested on how you kept calm when you were kidnapped transported to the devildom, standing in front of the most powerful ones around

Loved how although you're quite, you won't let anyone step all over you

When you get close and he learns about your childhood and how things are currently, omd he just wants to hug you and keep you here, where it's safe 🥺

Heard how you beat up a demon thrice your size without a problem and he had stars in his eyes

He is touch starved asf so pls hug him every now and then-

Almost refused to send you beck home but knew that if he did, it would cause a commotion and unnecessary problems, so he did send you back with a havy heart and an enchanted necklace that'll keep you safe :)

°•Solomon:

Heard from Asmo how you weren't shaking in your boots when you got to the devildom and was intrigued

When you passed by him in RADs hallway, he wanted to tug your scarf to get your attention

But before he could he was face-to-face with the floor with your foot pushing his back down further

After that and how he had to convince you to get off of him, he introduced himself but kept more distance this time

He loves seeing other demons shake when you pass by, it makes him so so happy :)

When ya'll get close he uses you to scare demons even more by saying he'll call you over rn if they don't move out of his way

But also watches out for you, when you need assistance with something, he's right there to help his fellow human 😌

Probably inchanted your gear so when you go back, you have more protection and your stronger then you used to be

Loves how your eyes sparkle when he teaches you a new spell

Hello, could I have M5 from the Arcana (everyone but Lucio) with a non-binary MC who likes to wear suits ?

Asra and julian with a s/o that wears suits

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°•A/n: omg i love this idea sm- ooh and if it was with a corset? Idk if you've seen those suits that are actually corsets but they look so good, That'd be amazing like holy shit- also, this accidentally turned into a fic instead of hcs, hope that's okay with you love and so sorry for the late reply! I hope you enjoy this :)

◇Warning◇:you, yes you're the wearing from how breathtaking you are love <3

°•Characters: Asra and Julian (sorry, I couldn't think of anything for the others </3)

°•Reader:none binary(/gn?)

°•Asra:

You and asra were out shopping for fun while travelling, after the demon ball fiasco and everything you two went through, everyone insisted you two take a little vacation to relax and while you protested a bit, wanting to help out cleaning the aftermath of what happened, you quickly noticed they weren't taking no for an answer. Asra on the other hand, while exhausted, was buzzing with excitement at the idea and the moment you agreed, he was quick to say his goodbyes, sweep you off your feet and rush back to the shop to pack your things together (his parents were very happy and found it amusing and sweet)

°•present time•°

You suggested that you both pick out an outfit for each other, you know asra preferred more lose and comfortable yet presentable clothes and they know you have a more elegant but not too over the top taste. Knowing what you each would look good in and more importantly feel comfortable in, they agreed and the two of you split up for a few minutes. Once you two got back together, you swapped the clothes in you're hands and went to try them on, asra was very pleased with what you picked out for him, especially the type of fabric, it was very nice and easy to move in, he also loved the shall you got him that was in your favourite colour(s). Once you stepped out in a suit that has spekes of purple, gold and white on the cuffs and collar that had a lovely design of small belladonnas, he was speechless for a second but quickly regained his composure but you could see the tips of his ears turning a bit red (he's a full body blusher and you can't change my mind) he quickly started throwing compliments at you, saying how gorgeous you look, how you outshine every start in the night sky and much more- once you two finished shopping, you both went back to the Inn you were staying at and called it a night.

°•Julian:

It's been a few months since you and Julian set sail and left Vesuvia to go on your own adventures, but now you two were finally heading home, of course you both agreed to go out to sea again but you both missed your friends and family. Nadia wanted to throw a small welcome home celebration but some how her sisters heard and got involved, the originally planned small get to together had become much bigger and grander, and while you were a bit cought off guard, you both reassured Nadia that it was okay as she gave you both the clothing she arranged for you. Julian joked and said that you already look dressed for the occasion, you simply rolled your eyes while pulling him in the room to change after thanking Nadia for the clothing

After you both finished you came to realise that the bow you had on, had one of asras designs, it matches with Julian, black feathers were on his cuffs while you had some on your bow, how sweet. Once you pointed it out, Julian quickly turned red in the face and struggled to get it together, but could you blame him? I mean, look at you! You're so breathtaking, he can't believe that you're his. After a little teasing on your end, you both headed out to join the others and the night was filled with laughter and storytelling

Our life beginnings and always m.list:

Cove holden:

《Nothing yet...》

Derek suárez:

《Nothing yet...》

Baxter ward:

《Nothing yet...》

Elizabeth last:

《Nothing yet...》

💜 DAY 8 OF MONSTER WEEK [HALLOWEEN] — GHOST TUBBO

[1800+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You go Ghost hunting and end up meeting a traumatized ghost.

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"This is so creepy," You murmur, slowly trailing the light of your flashlight across the dull, stone walls. The buildings, ruins of some old castle, were horror movie material. It made it really popular a while back when a few Ghost hunters filmed an episode focusing on its apparent haunting.

You're sure it's all just babble meant to sell more tourist traps and attract ghost nuts. That's the only reason you accept your friends' dare to explore the place but now that you're actually here, you're regretting that decision a bit.

A loud gust of wind shakes the windows and you bite your tongue, trying to shake off your nerves. There were probably other people inside as well, so at the very least you're not alone.

You tug at one of the many doors, though this one is distinctly unique in that the locked bolt is on the outside. You tug at the rusty bolt and it snaps off instantly. Guilty, you drop it to the floor, looking around for witnesses. No one's around though so you kick the bolt far, far away. No evidence.

Of course, you've already unlocked it You strain yourself for almost a minute trying to pry the door open but even unlocked, it's almost glued shut. You turn to walk away when a quiet 'creeeak' comes from behind.

You whirl around, hands trembling. The door is wide open now, framing a desolate and dark room, enveloped in thick shadows. You fumble with your flashlight and it falls to the floor, rolling about a foot away from you and right in front of the now-unlocked door.

You slowly step forward, squatting down to pick up the flashlight without taking your eyes off the door and its tempting entrance.

You know there are other people in the castle, you broke in easily enough so you know entering wouldn't be a problem for others. Knowing this, you jump to thinking it's someone pulling your leg, hoping that's all there is to it. But there's a sinking in your stomach, tossing and turning and thinking that maybe, just maybe, this isn't a prank but something else. Something otherworldly.

You tighten your hold on your flashlight, just in case, and step through the door. You're swept by a wave of chills instantly, though all the windows in this particular room are clamped shut and sealed like they were trying to keep something trapped inside.

You walk towards the bed that's oddly enough set in the exact middle of the room. You scan the flashlight across the room, realizing distantly how the furniture makes the room look like a dungeon. It's all muted colours, dusty beyond belief. You think back to the rusty bolt you snapped off and realize that no one's entered the room in what's probably been decades.

You walk around the bed to see the other side of the room when you spot marks against the floor. You stifle a gasp by biting your tongue, staring at the marks with wide eyes. You trace the marks leading from 4 spots, 2 against a wall and another 2 evenly spaced in front of them, scratched into long lines leading towards the bed. Your brows furrow as you realize the marks are from someone pushing the bed into the middle of the room. Weird.

You don't have to worry about it for long because you're immediately faced with an even worse issue. The door shuts and you instantly run towards it. "Fuck,"

You're so screwed, so so screwed. The door isn't opening no matter how much you push and shove. You know it's not locked, you had broken that before entering, but it feels like someone barricaded it with ten tons, impossible to push or even make budge.

You get goosebumps instantly, a burning chill spreading behind your back, feeling like someone standing, pressed behind you. You whirl around and there is nothing, no one. You cast the light of your flashlight across the room rapidly and your heart leaps to your throat when you double-take to a slumbering figure on the bed. The bed you were previously standing next to. The (previously) empty one.

it's made of different shades of white, casting the room in a moody glow. You're entranced by the beauty of the sleeping figure, feeling your nerves settling just by looking at the peaceful face of the slumbering teen. You take a step towards them, feeling out of control of your own body. You keep walking in a trance until you're a step away from the bed, close enough to see the muted shades of colour.

You lean towards them, just to admire them. It's an instinct, the same way a baby cries when they're hungry. You want to know how it feels to sleep so peacefully. You want to sleep long enough to know how it feels when your bones turn to ash…

Their eyes fly open and you're instantly shot back into your body, falling back onto your butt, trembling. Their skin is more pigmented now, flushed with energy in the same way that yours is now pale like someone applied a white overlay to it. You don't know where your flashlight is so you stumble to your feet and almost trip over a table trying to find the door.

"You look fucking stupid," It giggles like your panic is amusing. They admire their skin, which is still glowing radiantly, but it's stronger now. If you could describe it you'd say that earlier it was a dying ember and now it's a strong flame. "I took a bit too much energy from you, sorry for that."

It stretches leisurely, "Though if I hadn't stopped you, you would've lost your soul so really you should thank me."

You finally find the door but it's still locked. You push at it, putting all your weight behind it. Your knees go weak and you almost fall to the floor, exhausted and panting.

"That's not going to work," It watches you, frowning. It shakes it's head when you push yourself to stand taller, sighing when you try slamming the door open and failing. "You should stop trying, you're only going to fail."

"What do you want," You cry out, feeling drained both mentally and emotionally, not to mention psychically. Though you do have that fucking ghost to blame for that last one. "Why won't you let me leave."

Its face twists at your words like the word is revolting, though it's overshadowed by the raw sadness dragging its otherworldly beauty down. "We can't leave. The door has to stay shut. It has to stay shut."

"it was open earlier," You stutter as their eyes settle on you, full of more emotions than just the amusement you saw earlier. "How do you think I got in?"

Its face is full of despair as they stare at the door, anxiously pressing itself into one of the bedposts. "No one saw you enter. No one heard the door close. If they did…" They look back to you, "Where were they, why didn't they stop you? Maybe… Maybe this is a trick."

"What trick," You find the energy to stand again, staring them down. "Why can't we open the door."

"You're trying to get me to open the door so I get in trouble again," They murmur anxiously, their skin pulsing with vibrant, human colours. "I can't leave, I can't leave, never again."

"No one's waiting out there to hurt you," You drop your tone to a low, soothing hush, "I just want to go home. Please just let me open the door."

"It's not me," They whispher, "It's the maids. They've locked me in here again. We can't leave until they say so. We can't leave or they'll hurt us. They're only pretending to be gone, they tricked both of us."

You almost scream in frustration. None of your words are getting through to him. Instead, you slowly walk over, "No one is out there, I checked. The only person keeping you trapped here is you. We can leave."

"What?" They scan your face, hands trembling. You're standing next to the bed and you hesitantly offer your hand. They stare at it for a second, their voice comes out a whisper, "Are you sure?"

When you nod, he sets his hand into yours. They don't really step onto the floor, their feet are more whisphy, but he's on the same level as you now. He stares at the door, face still haunted, so you take the first step towards it.

He trails after you, still holding your hand. When your hand wraps around the handle, his breath stops (though you imagine as a ghost it's unneeded). The door slowly pushed open and they squeezed your hand anxiously, eyes darting around the empty, dark hallway. There is no one there though and he is still trembling.

"They could be hiding," They whisper low, setting your hair on edge. They hurriedly tug you back. "They're going to come back, we need to go back inside."

"No," You say firmly and start dragging him along with all your might. You need to leave and evidently, so does this ghost. You turn the corner and it's empty, he seems more anxious at that sight. You turn another corner and then another and then you are standing in an overgrown garden.

The ghost seems mesmerized by the plants, staring at them with an alienated fascination. They let go of your hand to walk towards a flower, hands spreading frost across its petal. He doesn't seem to know how much strength to hold it with and he rips a petal off. He tries again, smoothing the petal between his fingers. It looks ice cold now but he is smiling brightly, skin back to a softer, pastel light.

"No one is here anymore," He mutters to you, entranced by the flowers the same way you were entranced by him earlier. He looks up at you, "I never asked your name, did I?"

"I'm Y/N," You say softly, taking one of the fallen petals into your hand. As you had thought, it is cold but it is also beautiful. Memorialized in the ice, almost. "I didn't ask your name either."

"Oh," They look over to the plants again, "I've never… I'm Tubbo. I'm the- I was the prince. I think I'm dead now."

"Yeah," You nod. "I think it sucks you were trapped in that room for so long."

"It did suck," He takes a deep breath in, "But I don't have to go back now. My father, King Schlatt, hated me. He hated even looking at me. I wasn't allowed to leave my room. It got so lonely and now… I don't know now."

"Now you're free." You take his hand and put the frozen petal on his palm. He looks back up at you, starry-eyed. "You can go anywhere. You don't have to be alone anymore."

"Can I come with you," He says breathily, excited. "I've always wanted to see the kingdom. I've only read books. How much has changed?"

You can't help but laugh, "Okay. I guess I've got a ghost buddy now."

{《☆》}

[This wasn't supposed to be this long or depressing ngl but i love a good angsty backstory. Anyways lore time, TW FOR THIS SECTIONS!!! Tubbo is a dead prince who as we find out had been hated by his father, king Schlatt and basically exiled to a separate wing of the palace. He is locked in his room most of the time and has been traumatized repeatedly whenever he leaves, usually by the guard and maids who lock him in there. After the palace got destroyed by rioters, Tubbo died of starvation in his room and came back as a ghost due to the traumatic experiences he faced. He still doesn't leave the room though because he's afraid of being hurt again and still believes he's being locked in there as punishment until you help him through that.]

[Anyways the next two posts will be spread out over the next day because I was too ambitious in my planning but rest assured, I will post them even if they're a bit late.]

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💛 DAY 7 OF MONSTER WEEK — FAE GEORGE

[600+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: A nature Fairy sprouted from the dirt...

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You had met George in the middle of winter. You were trying to bring a plant back to health, it was a hobby of yours, when he sprouted from the dirt bag you had thrown onto a chair.

He was tiny at first, barely the size of your palm and he looked like a plant himself, with the budding seeds (which had NOT been budding before that) stuck to the top of his head, swaying as he stumbled to hold up the weight. His eyes were empty, with no thoughts behind them.

It was one very week later that he started speaking, in the exact way you did, though he had an airy accent, with the same maturity. His eyes weren't as empty but they still felt dull.

With even more time, he grew. Up to your ankle, up to your knee, barely your waist height, then to your shoulders. It was rapid, sudden, and fascinating. The plants that had been budding since he was (…born?) crawled out of the dirt had started blooming into a blue for-get-me-not. It had been beautiful for the first couple minutes before petals started shedding rapidly every night he grew.

You knew he wasn't human, his ears were pointed and he didn't have pupils, but he felt human. When he started speaking, you knew he was just as intelligent (if not more in certain subjects) as you were.

You couldn't quite say what he was but you both settled on nature fairy, since he fit the bill well enough. But no matter what he was, he stuck to you like glue. Which, as you realize today, is a recipe for disaster.

You were heading to the park today, just to see how he'd react around nature. You had manged to cover his pointy ears with earmuffs and barely convinced him to wear contacts, so you had been in high spirits that today would be calm and peaceful, overall normal. You should've known that nothing about this was normal.

As you pass through the gates George seems overcome by awe, looking around and gathering every pretty rock he sees. He looked like a young child, excited to explore lands unknown. You make sure to keep an eye on him as you walk, just to be safe he doesn't knock his earmuffs off or trip over a root.

But the more you watch him the less worried you become. He seems so at home in the park, surrounded by nature. For a second you wonder if you were selfish not bringing him sooner.

You're so caught up in that train of thought that you don't even notice that George is wandering away before he's gone. The second you do, you start running around the park looking for him.

First further up the trail, just in case he somehow walked faster than you though and outpaced you. Then back around, peeking through the bushes lining the trails. He isn't in any of them, though you didn't really think he was. You just wanted to be sure… Sue you, he's short, okay.

You're already off the trail but you have to keep looking, you can't just abandon him, especially not without a goodbye. You keep walking, there's simply no alternative in your head.

Of course, as you walk you shout. Multitasking, eh. But no one responds, there are just regular park woods noises. You walk a bit deeper, using a rock to mark a trail of trees incase you get lost.

You're deep into the woods now and you start hearing soft snoring. You rush towards the noise, fury lighting beneath you as the though of George sleeping through your panic infuriates you.

You skid to a stop a little way's away from a very badly built wooden tent, with gaps in the wood and a few wooden pieces for what might be a makeshift bed. On that bed, George is snoring away, without a care to the world.

He's about to get one rude wake up call.

{《☆》}

[Dude I wrote this really quickly before knocking out. I've gotten 2 hours of sleep and 0 will to live, the quality is only technically my fault but I blame 5am Me for everything.]

[Anyways happy Halloween for most of the world except Sydney, you cucks are already on tommorow. Take care yall!]

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💜 DAY 6 OF MONSTER WEEK — MERMAID NIKI

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: You're a pirate and while you're plundering some loot, you come across a mermaid.

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Since you can remember, all you've known is the sea. You were born on a pirate ship during the worst storm your parents have ever sailed through. Cradled roughly in its waves, you never cried even when the saltwater mist burned everyone's eyes.

Your mothers said that your third mother was the sea, just as she was the mother to every pirate who sought refuge in her tides. When your mothers retired from their captain and first-mate position, they left the ship and crew to you and your first mate, Wilbur.

You are the youngest pirate, and especially the youngest captain, to ever grace the sea, and you bear that title with pride. You spend as little time on land as possible, finding it as unsettling as sea-sick people find the sea.

That's why it's almost ironic that the first time you met a mermaid face-to-face was on land. Somehow, two sea creatures (you proudly claim that title, thank you very much) managed to meet on land before in the sea, funny innit?

You had to stay on land longer than you'd've liked to get some ship repairs, which luckily your first mate was handaling for you, so you had lots of free time. Deciding for no real reason to explore, you had managed to wonder into a rather seedy looking nerighbourhood.

While walking you passed a certain house with expensive drapery framing the windows and you can instantly tell that whoever lives there is richer than they seem. And that in itself is a sign for some illegal happenins and it just so happens that your favourite people to steal from are fellow criminals.

You managed to pick the lock to the front door and within minutes you've managed to pick a good number of prime sellers to pocket. Someone opens up the door when you're heading down their basement so you take the opportunity to book it further down and that's when you come face to face with a mermaid.

"Do you need help?" Those were the first words you'd said to her after finding her locked in a fish tank in some poacher's home. The question was admittedly stupid, but you had just been caught mid-robbery and you're known to be "fish-brained" as Wilbur calls it.

She can't answer, or maybe you just can't hear her, but you pry the tank open anyways because you wouldn't be able to live with yourself it you left a fellow child of the sea to die. When the lid pops off, she uses impressive upper arm strength to pull herself up and knock the tank on its side. She looks at it and smacks her tail into it, shattering the class instnatly and leaving her with a curled lip, proudly smirking like she had won some battle.

You have only about three seconds to admire her very pretty coral-pink scales ad even more impressive arm muscles before the owner of the house you're robbing bursts through the door.

You're still holding the fish tank lid and waste no time in smacking him in the face with it, spreading the shattered glass across the floor.

The mermaids obvious strength is brought back to attention as she handstands her way towards the man. They groan, trying to gather their strength and sit up. Immediately her tails slams down on his back with a crack and she starts smacking the shit out of him with her tail until some of his teeth fall loose and you're sure he won't be able to walk the same again.

The mermaid looks over at you and thankfully recognizes an ally when she seas one. You prop the door open and offer a hand, unsure whether she'd like help going up the stairs or if she's capable of that too.

She accepts your help after a moment, though she doesn't seem the least bit threatened by you which us slightly insulting. You're out the house and standing by the ocean is a process that feels way too long. Although by your standards, any time away from the ocean is too long.

The mermaids slips into the sea and you waver her away with a smile.

{《☆》}

Niki, the mermaid, ends up following your ship. She declined to talk to most of your crew but Wilbur did have some more luck, managing to learn her name even before you.

It's weird how quickly all of you had gotten used to her presence. Shexfelt a bit like a good luck charm too, since storms settled easier when she was around.

Today she swims circles around your boat, where you're stuck aimlessly floating as there's no air to guide the ship. Only very, very extreme heat.

"It's sweltering today," Niki says, fins creating a little wake in the water as they swished back and forth along the side of the ship. "The sun must really beat down up there. Especially when you're at the helm steering all day."

You prop one boot heavily atop the bulkhead, leaning one elbow on your knee to peer over the edge and into her sea foam eye's. "You know if you want me to go swimming with you and Wil, you really need to confirm whether or not you plan to drown me. Again."

"I never drowned you," Niki protests, elbowing Wilbur to agree with her. "But I would like you to swim with us, yes."

"Yeah, Cap," Wilbur nods, smiling mischievously. "Unless you're too chicken."

You narrow your eyes at Wilbur, "I know what you're doing and it won't work on me."

"I can't believe our darling Captain was such a scaredy cat," Wilbur taunts while staring you directly in the eyes, "Afraid of a little water."

"Alright that's it," You rip your shirt off, barely remembering to take your shoes off, before diving into the ocean. Wilbur cheers the entire time you fall and catches a mouthful of salt water.

"C'mon you little shit, I'll drown you and we'll see how you like it," You're smiling the entire time though. It's so much more natural being in the sea than even being on a boat. And it does help that you're with two of your favourite people.

{《☆》}

[I hate life it is so late I ruined my sleep schedule and my computer died halfway through writing this but damnit I finished anyways. Anyways I'm going to sleep before I critically murder myself further, thanks for reading.]

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💜 DAY 4 OF MONSTER WEEK — DEMON RANBOO

[1100+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: Summoning goes wrong (NOT CLICKBAIT!!!)

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"Y/N, are we sure this is really going to work?" Tubbo pokes at the candles you had arranged perfectly before he messed with them--

"Yes, Tubbo, I checked three times already, Tommy stop it!" Tommy flinches, spinning around and hiding the salt container behind his back. It's a very bad hiding spot considering the salt Is still rapidly pouring out, very loudly, into a pile next to him. "Give me that! You guys are ruining my summoning circle!"

"It's not ruined," Tommy protested weakly. The box finally empties out and he lifts it, as if to show it off. "See, we still have…" He blinks down at the pile of salt on the floor. Slowly, he leans down to try (and fail) at scooping it back into the hole he punched in the box. After an uncomfortable amount of time, he stands up and smiles proudly, "See, plenty!"

"I literally hate you both." You sigh, neither seem that bothered by that fact. "Go buy some more salt, I'm going to fix it all and then when you get back, neither of you will touch anything. Kapeesh?"

Tubbo and Tommy nod sulkily, "Kapeesh."

"And remember," You yell after them, "don't get the cheap shit! We're summoning a demon, not a back alley imp!"

"Fuck off!" Tubbo flips you off as Tommy pulls out of the driveway. You flip him off too and watch them drive away. Fucking dickheads, they're so much fun.

You're midway sweeping up all the salt Tommy dropped when you trip over the candle Tubbo had moved. You lay there, groaning in pain for a minute or two before you sit up. Everything spins for a second so you wait, pressing your hands to the back of your head and feeling around for any bumps.

Your fingers come back bloody and your head spins again at the sight. Jesus, that made you queasy. You crawl away from the glass, turning to sit flat on your butt, cradling your head in your hands. Belatedly, you realize you have an even bigger mess to clean up.

"WHO DARES SUMMON ME!"

"Ack—!" You jump forward, gasping, as a giant mass of shadows, layered over each other by the thousands, looms over you. Their eyes shine and you can see thousands of stars, being created and exploding all at once, full of every constellation in the sky, burning like a supernova. They are, you realize, a predator. One who could devour you whole and leave nothing, not even a skin cell, behind.

"Don't hurt me," You cry out, throwing your hand in front of your face.

You're frozen in that pose for a full minute before your arms drop. The creature, the demon you had been preparing to summon, was staring at you, face fallen as you realize belatedly, they can't escape.

In your blind stumble, it seems you had managed to surround the summoning circle in a very messy and rather box-shaped figure of salt. The demon seemed honestly distressed at being stuck, their long, gauntly claws scraped at the invisible wall. "HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THIS?"

"How dare you treat me like this," You repeat, mocking in a shrieky voice. Maybe it's the shock making you so confident. "This is my house, you bastard!"

The demon seems flustered at that, hands clutching their chest. "YOU SUMMONED ME. I AM A GUEST IN YOUR HOME."

"WELL, YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE IT!" You yell back, flinching back preemptively. They're still stuck though and their claws have dulled into more human-like nails, now balled into fists at their side. "I DIDN'T EVEN MEAN TO SUMMON YOU!"

"What?" The demon reels back, blinking rapidly at you. They shrink suddenly, the mass of shadows melting down into a smaller, still looming figure, with pasty white skin and black sclera. "Why didn't you start with that."

"You-You're human!"

"No, you're a human," The demon sniffs, like it was insulted. "I just mimicked a similar form, for ease of comfort.

"Oh," You say distantly, "That makes sense."

"Really?" The demon shakes its head in surprise, "You're one weird human."

"And you're a demon," You're feeling faint suddenly, "I accidentally summoned a demon."

"Not just any old demon," They sniff condescendingly, "but Prince Ranboo the second."

"Oh, wonderful," Things start blacking out. "A prince."

You drop back to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

{《☆》}

When you wake up, Tommy and Tubbo are above you, talking loudly about whether or not you're dead or if Tubbo just sucks at reading a pulse. When Tubbo notices you groaning he screams, "Zombie!"

You can hear Tommy wack Tubbo with a pillow, hard. "They never died, Tubbo. Stop screaming before you knock them out again."

They help you stand, leading you past the broken candle and broken lines of salt. There is no mass of shadows there, maybe you had just been dreaming the whole thing up.

Tubbo goes to clean and Tommy sits by your side, checking up on you every few minutes. He only leaves to make you tea after lots of promises you wouldn't move. Maybe it was a bit traumatizing to see one of your best friends knocked out on the floor in a pile of their own blood.

"Finally," A familiar voice drones out, sounding bored beyond belief. "I thought they would never leave you alone. That blond one is basically a mini-me of Phi-elza."

"You!" You lean far back into the couch's armrest, "You're real!"

"Of course I am, otherwise you'd be hallucinating," Ranboo's nose wrinkles, "Though I know your species isn't unused to that."

"I thought I was dreaming, or the concussion-," You pause to take a very deep breath. "Why are you still here?"

Ranboo eyes you with a deep, analytical glare, "You summoned me. Even if unintentional, you also have to dismiss me."

"Oh," You mutter, "How do I do that?"

"↸ᒷᔑ∷ ᒲ𝙹ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ∷ᓭℸ ̣ ᔑ∷ᓭ ⍑ᒷꖎ!¡ ᒲᒷ," Ranboo sighs, though you understand nothing of what he just said. "It's such a waste of such raw talent for you to be so clueless about something as basic as reverse summoning."

"Talent? What does that have to do with anything?"

Ranboo shakes his head, "No, I am not going to waste my time. I'm teaching you how to reverse summon me and I'm leaving. You can summon any other demon to ask, just return me back to my home."

You frown, "whatever, what do I have to do,"

"Just repeat the phrase you used to summon me in reverse," Ranboo rolls his eyes, "Seriously, it's easy as breathing."

"I didn't use any phrases to summon you though," You point out, staring at Ranboo innocently.

"…" Ranboo has a stiff smile, "What?"

{《☆》}

[DAY 4 WHOOO ONLY 3 MORE BEFORE HALLOWS EVE HELL YEAH!]

[Anyways I'm going as a pirate, in case anyone cared even a tinkly itty bit. Also I may or may not have forgotten to edit this a few hours ago and almost fell asleep before posting life a dumb. In better news I now know how to work my coffee machine and haven't repeated the mistake of trying to use instant coffee in the machine! Yay improvement!!]

[Take care to improve yourself too, learn from your mistakes and work towards becoming a version of yourself that feels true. Remember, the only validation that matters is your own and that you also carry the weight of your own world, don't be afraid to let some of it go and take care of yourself before you try carrying it all alone again. People love you, take care!]

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💜 DAY 3 OF MONSTER WEEK — DRAGON TOMMY

[900+ words]

[Gender-neutral]

Description: IN THE FREAKING TITLE. Tommy gets bullied, you help, forced bonding and also pure laziness, all under the cut *jazz hands*!

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Things like dragons are widely considered myths, figments of our imagination with room for creative liberty when it comes to details. There are some people, though few and far between, who still believe in them, to an almost feverish degree.

You, like most, are not one of them. You've lived your entire life believing what's right in front of you, not feeling a need to search for some mystical deeper meaning. If it existed, you'd find proof eventually; if it didn't, you didn't care much to begin with.

It was a very flexible worldview. Maybe your open-mindedness for anything, this proof-begets-belief ideal, is why you've found yourself in this situation.

You were on your way to work, walking since you lived fairly close to your veterinary office when you came across of group of young school boys poking roughly at a tiny hissing animal. It looked sickly, bruises and leaves scattered over it and your heart instantly broke seeing its horrible state.

"Hey! Get away from that poor animal!" The second you started yelling, the kids scattered like the mice in the Ratatouille kitchen scene. You were going to chase after them, scold them maybe, when the animal's pitiful crying caught your attention. "Oh, you poor thing."

It cries out in pain when you try, as carefully as you could, to pick it up. You try to comfort it as much as you can, hurrying on your short walk to your office.

Now that you could see it better, it was less like a cat and more like an odd reptile. It felt around the same size as a young kitten but it was scaly, though from far away it seemed more like wet fur, with most of the scales being very, very loose as if someone had tried prying them all away from before it could properly molt.

You cooed at it, trying to one-handed open the doors to your clinic without disturbing the animal too much. "You're okay, bud. We're going to get you all fixed up." It mewled weakly, its tongue flicked at you slowly. "You are very brave right now. The bravest."

You kept very soft-spoken as you disinfected its numerous wounds. It was a very well-behaved animal as if it knew you were only trying to help it. You managed to even wipe most of the dirt off its very beautiful, very leathery texture, and vibrant yellow scaling.

It stretched itself out, curling into a very tightly-wound circle afterward. You took a few minutes to relax after that, knowing things would probably get far less exciting for the rest of the day.

{《☆》}

You were very wrong. The animal has left to leave your side even once, while simultaneously being very rude to all the other animals you've tried to take care of. You've had to close your clinic for the last two days because it almost attacked a very fearless chihuahua.

It wasn't horrible though. it was very cuddly, freely purring every time you pat its scaly back. In fact, it actively sought out contact, very pleased every time you played along.

Things had to change though. You needed to work and you knew you couldn't do that with a mysterious and aggressive animal draping itself over your shoulder at all times.

Surprisingly, you didn't have to be the one to change anything, change very rapidly found you.

{《☆》}

So, there was a strange man in your kitchen. You had woken up in the middle of the night to very loud banging and what sounded like a glass breaking. Looking around now, you could spot the broken handle of your favourite coffee mug.

"Y/N!," The blond intruder chirped happily. He dropped the corpse of your mug in the sink, "I have a human form finally! Look how tall I am!"

Finally breaking out of your shock, you started screaming. Very, very loudly.

Tommy, the blond intruder, managed to explain the entire story to you after surviving a very long 10-minute screaming session, a pair of policemen at your door asking far too many questions, and a mailman. According to him, he was a dragon who had been chased by poachers looking for his scales for some reason, when he had finally escaped the group of schoolboys had started poking at him and only made him weaker.

Apparently, he had siphoned off some of your energy every day, using your pets as a way to steal energy and in the process creating a bond between them that allowed him to take human form. You're still pretty iffy on the details and very much unsure how any of this works but after Tommy proves his story by shifting back into a dragon, you officially had to accept that you were bonded, whatever that meant, to a dragon.

Yay?

"So what now?" You asked because usually in stories, this would be where the call to action is. He would tell you about some evil organization or those dragon poachers would show up and you'd have to accept the mantle of being a hero. Except life isn't a story (wow, meta).

Tommy shrugs, "I'm not sure. I didn't really think I would make it this far into explaining."

"Can I just, go back to my job? Do I have to hide you until the bond goes away?" Tommy laughs at your questions. When you don't laugh with him, he gets far more awkward.

"About that," He rubs at his neck, "it's kinda permanent."

"…"

You lost another two mugs. Tommy has a far greater fear of you though, which helps keep him in check at the clinic.

{《☆》}

[I just wrote this all like 20 minutes ago, if this is bad then sucks to suck I refuse to rewrite this. (Ask again after I've had coffee)]

[Anyways, take care of yourself, drink water, touch some grass, love youuu!]

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may i request eret, quackity, sam and foolish comforting reader? thanks x

Of course! Take care anon xx

Eret

His entire presence is comforting in and of itself. They are just a very good person to be around in general if you need calming down.

Eret has a very natural sort of peace-keeping personality that he'd definitely be very good with angry-sad people.

Her voice is just very soothing and she's got a few breathing exercises memorized.

Eret also has a bunch of extra candy laying around that he's not afraid of using to make you feel better, because you're not you when you're hungry.

That's not to say they're used to it though, they can and will startle pretty easily

As long as they care about you though, she'd still try to help anyways!

Quackity

He pulls a lot of the same tricks my Mexican mother pulls when I'm upset.

Which is essentially talking loudly over you and pretending you're not upset until it works.

Okay, jokes aside Quackity is very awkward around crying people so as long as your liquids are inside of you, he's good to go.

Quackity is very much of the mindset of 'comforting distractions' to take your mind off what's making you upset.

With jokes, stories, or even singing if that helps, though his default is Mexican lullabies (they're super effective, I can personally vouch)

He's also someone who'd set up an entire blanket fort just to platonically cuddle you.

but only because he read somewhere that hugs are supposed to make you feel better (pls don't tell this man otherwise, Quackity couldn't take it, he'd instantly explode and then you'd have to comfort him)

You can't rant to him though, he will have a million and one things to say

Sam

Sam is actually really good at handling people, even upset people

He's sort of just a natural, very empathetic and caring.

Not to say Sam does it very often, but he always tries to be there and let everyone know it

he's just naturally good at reading the room and catering to your needs

Need to eat your feelings? Sam has snacks! Need really shitty romance movies and a good cry? He quite literally has hundreds and tissues, go off.

A bit awkward with physical affection but always willing as long as you don't bully him too much for it

He's also a very good listener if you need to rant, Sam is also very good at giving advice (unless it's romantic, don't ask)

Sam just cares a lot, please do the same for him because he deserves it

Foolish

This man is a mess

Foolish will definitely try his best to comfort you, I can promise you that

Will it work? Probably not, this man sucks at genuine comfort

Unless his fumbling comforts you, in which case: He's amazing!

Does try really hard to be there for you and Foolish will definitely make a million stops at stores looking for your favourite comfort candy

He's the type to look up wiki-hows for comforting people but with his luck, it's a coin toss for making it worse or somehow fixing it

Has his sister and mom on speeddial and WILL rely on them for help in the event that he does, in fact, make it worse by using wiki-how

He does put a lot of effort into trying though so please let him know you appreciate that! (And also don't let Foolish try comforting anyone ever again)

{《☆》}

[Wow, I haven't posted anything for two months. A lots happened, certain things hit me real hard and life is quite possibly peak stressful right now. I'd just like to say that I hope all of you are doing well and taking care of yourselves.]

[I'm currently in the process of switching therapists and things are wack so I'm really sorry that I stopped writing for so long. I am healthy and taking care of myself so no one has to worry. I'd love it if all of you could consider donating to curesaracome.org and continue spreading Techno's memory.]

[That's all for now so take care.]

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❤ Pet Shop

[Gender-Neutral]

[1100+ words]

Request by @/Lemonkofe on Wattpad: "reader goes to a pet shop cause they felt lonely ... and when the reader was looking at the cats or dogs you bumped into Karl Jacobs"

Description: You need to do something to get rid of the loneliness weighing you down. Luckily for you, a new pet shop seems to open a few streets down. [Karl Jacobs x gn!reader]

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You've always liked being alone. It's quiet in a tentative and vulnerable way, where the only person who can ruin that is you. It's nice being able to just be you, unabashedly and without shame. You damn near love being alone.

Being lonely, on the other hand, is an entirely other feeling that, contrary to popular belief, is separate from being alone. You can be alone and not feel lonely and you can be surrounded by people and still feel lonely. Right now, you're both alone in your apartment and lonely.

You don't want to make any real plans right now though, because that requires pulling yourself together enough to be presentable. As it is you pull on a sweater and double check your pockets before heading out the door. Do you know where you're going? No, not really but you're sure you'll figure it out.

The sun is dipping in the sky, still right above the skyline and coloring the clouds a pretty shade of golden pink. The lamp posts haven't turned on yet so you still have enough time before any shops close, if you wanted to do some splurging on random things you'll use once and never again.

Luckily enough for your wallet though, you're eyes catch on a flyer for a pet shop that just opened. The adorably edited pictures of small puppies and sleepy-eyed kittens have your feet moving on their own toward the street it's supposed to be on.

The shop is a quaint little thing. It's painted in soothing shades of yellow and there are countless animal pun posters along the walls, including one classic "just hanging out" poster with a cat hanging off a wire. The door opens with a loud jingle and again, you're feet move on their own. It's fine to wander though because there doesn't seem to be many people still there.

You kneel down next to a pen of three cute shitzu puppies with your hand dangling inbetween the holes. You wait patiently as one after the other they sniff your hand, one walking away after and the other two licking at your palm. You laugh quietly, cooing at their adorable little faces. You look around for a sign saying you can't enter the pen and don't find one.

A bit nervous, because what if a worker pops out of nowhere to kick you out do not noticing a sign that hadn't been there a second ago, you slip into the pen and find yourself a lapful of puppy. You giggle and coo again, scratching gently around their ears and under their head.

"Aww, that's adorable," Someone suddenly says.

You startle, staring at the puppy wide eyed for a second, wildly hoping it had somehow suddenly learned to talk. Then, a second later, your eyes are drawn to the cutest boy you've ever seen.

He grins at you, showing off his dimes and fluffy brown hair and softer brown eyes and suddenly you're feeling flustered. "They're so affectionate!"

He enters the pen too and the other two puppies are sniffing at his legs, the one in your lap seemingly content there. He sits down around two feet away from you and looks over with a wide smile. "Do you know their names?"

"No, I just got here," You blink at him for a minute, still startled. The puppy in your lap doesn't like that though and he presses into your still floating hand and settles when you mechanically start petting him again. "They're shitzu's though, if you didn't know.

"I didn't, super cool that you do," They lift a puppy up to their face one handed, the other scratching the other puppies chin. "I'm naming you Sapnap."

"Sapnap?" You accidentally blurt out, confused. Instantly you look away, giving a very pleased puppy all your attention suddenly.

"It's my best friend's gamertag," They explain, still holding a smile when you look over. Then he seemingly flushes, giving you a shy grin. "I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Karl."

"Y/N," Is it dangerous to say your name to a total stranger, maybe. But Karl is cute and also looks totally non-threatening so you're banking on the fact that he won't steal your identity. And also maybe hoping you can get his number, but that'd besides the point. "I don't think I've ever seen you before."

Karl let's out a small laugh, nodding. "I moved last month to be closer to a few friends. I'm not sure how permanent it is but I like this place. It's quiet."

That's exactly why you moved here too. "Well welcome to the city, I guess. I promise it's not too boring, most days. Just on Tuesdays."

"There goes my Tuesday plans," He laughs before smiling at the puppy still in your lap. "You should name that one too."

"It probably already has a name," You continue to stare at it anyways before nodding to yourself. "Cupcake."

Karl giggles like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard. "Cupcake? Why cupcake?"

You shrug, "They feel like a Cupcake."

Karl nods along through his giggling. "Mhm, of course. I see it."

You can't help but laugh with him, spooking Cupcake enough that they go back to their bed. You hardly notice though because Karl is smiling at you near fondly and you can't stop noticing his dimples. When both of you quiet down, you're still staring at each other.

Sapnap the puppy is curled up in Karl's lap and yours is empty so you decided to be the one who moves closer. You're barely a foot away, staring helplessly at the prettiest boy in the world. Karl isn't really smiling anymore, eyes caught on your face, looking it over. Whatever he finds makes him smile again.

"I usually go for coffee on Saturdays," He mentions almost casually. A sly smirk crosses his face momentarily before he goes back to a casual look. "If you want to join me, I'd be cool with that."

"Like," You struggle for a second, feeling like a middle schooler getting asked out for the first time. "A date?"

Karl nods, "If you're up for that?"

"Yes," It's an instant response and you feel flustered by how eager it sounded. "I'd like that..."

"Me too," Karl fondly says, a little dopey grin on his face. Then Sapnap the puppy sneezes in his lap and he giggles. "If you want to get out of the pen I could give you my number?"

You nod and offer a hand to Karl after he fixes a sleeping Sapnap the puppy onto an empty bed.

When you go home, the street lamps are on and you're phone has an extra number on it.

{《☆》}

[I actually wrote this 3 days ago but forgot to post lmao]

[So I'm trying to focus more on writing now that I have more free time but things are kind of going to shit around me so I guess we'll see. Anyways I hope that your life is going better and if it isn't, good luck. We need it. Take care of yourself, take time to do things you enjoy, hydrate, and spend time with friends! Love ya!]

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