Hm

Platonic Turmoil x Reader

(H/L)- Hair Length

(H/C)- Hair Color

(S/C) - Skin Color

Also I inserted myself into the story :3 (Winters isn’t my real last name tho..)

Turmoil and (Y/N) weren’t always the bestest of friends in fact Turmoil would’ve eaten them if it wasn’t for Mara’s interference.

(No one’s POV)

Turmoil was roaming around the place looking for his next meal. He was beyond bored and hungry. He heard the sound of someone talking. He quietly followed the sound of the voice and saw a person with (H/L) (H/C) and (S/C). The person sounded lost and frustrated. He smiled to himself as he slowly snuck up on the person. Once he was close enough he pounced on the person. The person let out a surprise grunt as he made them fall to the ground.

(Y/N’s POV)

I was walking around trying to find Luigi because he wanted to meet up with me but I got lost in this big ass forest. “Luigi is going to be so mad at me..” I said as I pinched the bridge of my nose. I started walking again trying to find some sort of way out of here until I was tackled to the ground. I turned around expecting to see Bowser but I saw an unhinged Mario. Mario then started to try and bite me. I immediately shoved him off of me and started to run away. Mario started chasing after me.

I was a good distance away from him but something grabbed me. I looked to see what grabbed me and I saw Mario pulled me towards me with his tongue. It was like he was acting like a killer yoshi. I was only a few inches away from him until a blur came out of nowhere and Mario let go of me. I got up and saw a woman with light brown skin and shoulder length dark brown hair holding the creepy Mario. “Turmoil No!” The woman said as she held the supposed ‘Turmoil’ to the ground.

Turmoil then ripped the woman’s forearm off and started eating it. The woman screamed in pain from her missing limb. The woman and Turmoil then sat down next to each other. “You little shit.. You didn’t have to rip my whole arm off.” The woman said as tears rolled down her face. “Eh.. you’ll live.” Turmoil said as he continued to eat the poor woman’s arm. I then walked over to both of them. “Who are you?” I asked the woman.

The woman wiped her tears and smiled at me. “Mara Winters.. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” Mara said as she held out her hand. I shook her hand and smiled back. “Thanks for saving me. I owe you one.” I said as I looked at Turmoil. “Don’t worry about it.. Turmoil is a literal menace towards anything he comes across.” Mara said with a smug smirk. “I will bite your ankles and eat your other arm.” Turmoil said with a menacing glare. “Whatever they’ll just grow back..” Mara said as she placed her hands on her hips.

I then noticed that her arm was back. “Huh?! How is your arm back?” I asked Mara in a confused tone. “Okay, so basically.. I found a mushroom that can regenerate your body parts if they’re damaged. As long as my brain stays intact then my body can regenerate.” Mara explained to me. “Oh, cool! What did it look like and are there any more?” I asked her. “Nope! There’s only been one and she found it.” Turmoil said as he stood next to Mara. “Yeah, sorry.. I’ve been searching everywhere for that mushroom and haven’t found any.” Mara said in a slightly disappointed tone.

“Oh, that’s okay.” I said to try and cheer her up. “So, are you two like..?” “Oh heavens no!” Mara said with a disturbed face. “Yeah we’re just friends.. Nothing more than that..” Turmoil said as he looked disgusted by the thought of him and Mara being a couple. “We act more like siblings than lovers.” Turmoil said he crossed his arms over his chest. It was silent for a few seconds. “Well, I better get going.. It was nice meeting you Mara.” I said as I ran off. “Bye!” Mara waved me goodbye.

After that Mara and (Y/N) became friends and they hung out a lot much to Turmoil’s dismay but Mara encouraged him to try and befriend (Y/N) as well. Turmoil wasn’t really too happy about Mara’s idea but eventually he did try the idea and he was surprisingly happy with how chill and accepting (Y/N) was towards him. (Y/N) and Turmoil became friends and they were close enough that they would call themselves best friends.

Turmoil and (Y/N) were sitting together on the couch in Mara’s house. “Hey (Y/N)” Turmoil called out to grab their attention. “Yeah?” “Sorry for trying to eat you that day.” Turmoil apologized to them. (Y/N) was shocked. Turmoil wasn’t the type to apologize for his actions unless he felt like it was a really bad choice or mistake. “I forgive you.” (Y/N) said with a small smile. Turmoil smiled as well. A genuine smile, not his usual creepy one.

“I’m glad we’re friends..” “Me too..”

Hello, Clan.. how are you doing? I wanted to see how you were doing.

Also I have come to request so can I request a reader who tries to befriend Glitchy Red and Lost Sliver.(The ones from Hypno’s Lullaby.) Like they one day they found both of them and each day the reader spend time with both of them and tries to get Red and Sliver to interact with each other as well and soon they all become best friends and do stuff together also could you write hcs for stuff the reader and the boys would do together?

If you can’t do this please just quietly delete the ask.

I’m good, ty for asking!

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You first met Glitchy Red and Gold at the Pasta Bar (as a creepypasta yourself, you’re a regular but never noticed either of them until now).

Being a big fan of Pokémon, you stopped by their table, wondering what their tragic stories were.

As insensitive as that might sound to a normal person, in this world it’s the traditional icebreaker for chatting with creepypastas. It’s how you got to know everyone here.

“Hi fellas.” You hop on the bar stool next to them. “You’re both from Pokémon I heard--love the first and second gens, by the way. So....what are your backstories?”

“Hm, where do I begin?” Glitchy Red answers with a grimace. “How about I start at the betrayal..when my creators saw me as a flawed, broken thing and tried replacing me with someone new. And then the players, oh..how I hate them for turning on the game, forcing me to do whatever they wanna do. I tried to make them stop, but they never listen...nobody ever listens..they see me as a goddamn joke.”

“Ah, so you’re another one cursed with self-awareness. Ya’ll got it rough. How about you?” You turn to Gold, amused by his balloons, bowtie, and Unowns hiding in his hoodie.

He just shrugs and says “....it was...cold.”

That’s literally all there is to him. Then again he didn’t seem to be much of a talker, but that was fine.

Since that first meeting, you’ve been regularly hanging out with the duo of trainers at the bar, and sometimes outside of it.

With Glitchy Red you’d visit the Glitch City where he resided mostly, and Gold in some pitch-black void, moping in darkness with his Unowns and Celebi.

You come to learn that Gold’s sorta intimidated by Glitchy (ofc he’s still traumatized by his encounter with the other Red on Mt. Silver)..so you’re determined to help them grow closer as friends.

Outside of their respective realms, they both hang out with you at home a lot--sometimes separate but almost always together. 

Gold was still quiet, but he spoke more often rather than the Unowns. And Glitchy would keep ranting about some blue-haired kid he met, though he was pretty chill and hardly intimidating once you got to know him.

Ironically, if you own any Pokémon games they don’t mind watching you play them. It gives them reasons to poke fun at future gens.

Glitchy is lowkey confused when you show him Pokémon Go.

“So trainers in this game are just...self-inserts?”

“Uh yeah pretty much."

“....I’ll admit technology has come far. But to not reference me anywhere is an insult to my lega-”

“Calm down, edgelord.” Gold remarks, a barely-noticeable smug grin on his face as Glitchy’s jaw drops in shock. But you just laugh out loud. 

The kid finally grew some backbone.

Yeah, they'll get along just fine.

This is so good 👍☺️ *Chef’s kiss 💋*

White Nights (AM x reader)

Pov: you're too kind for everyone and AM hates how that includes him, so he finally snaps during an alone moment with you

This reads more like a self indulgent drabble written in the style of a oneshot with how messy the timing is.

Ps this is not proofread at all, I haven't written any fanfiction a long so excuse me if anything may seem odd.

No warnings really, may be some mentions of torture but that's about it

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In the current situation, it wouldn't be accurate to say the fault wasn't yours.

You hugged your clothes tightly as the wind whipped snow against your body like icy mosquitoes. Separated from the rest of the survivors, you struggled to navigate through the white-out conditions. The snowfall was intense, it was difficult to discern anything beyond blurred trees, and the hope of finding your companions dwindled with each passing moment.

As you trudged through the blanket of snow, observing how its remnants broke up and slid down your shoes with each step, you let your mind to wander in order quicken up time. With the difficulty of distinguishing between days, weeks, and even months, time became nothing but a construct that it felt like you could speed up or slow down with whatever you decided to do.

It's become a pattern for AM to make you wander, but usually, you have the others to ramble to. Despite almost running out of topics of interest with tin the 109 years, you manage to find something new in each situation. Occasionally, you try to decipher AM's methods of torment, though this isn't always appreciated by the rest, you even had Gorrister telling you to shut up and not give AM any ideas. Nevertheless, they'd rather hear your madman-like ramblings than sit in maddening silence and become one themselves.

"Hmmm..." You hummed in thought, pondering whether AM could currently hear you. Well, of course, he could, but whether he was actively listening was another question. Regardless, you began speaking, giving yourself something to divert your attention to while your fingers were on the brink of falling off from frostbite.

"Have you ever read White Nights?" There was a certain awkwardness about initiating a conversation with no one answering; it almost felt pathetic. However, due to immense exhaustion and the desperate desire to make time pass, you continued.

"I don't exactly remember when or how I heard of it; I simply remember it being from someone close to me... but that's beside the point." It hit you with a subtle heartache. On one hand, the people you once cherished and adored were gone, and you'll never have the chance to be with them again. Something about that pained you deeply—the regret of not having appreciated your life back then, neglecting the fact you couldn't have expected everything changing so drastically and quickly. But on the other hand, you were selfish enough to admit relief, considering you wouldn't have to constantly concern yourself with their state under AM's governance.

"I have some experience with classics, and White Nights was one I was really looking forward to. I was still in the midst of searching for it before... you know, everything happened."

You stopped, finding walking becoming more useless. It's most likely that you won't come across anything of importance anytime soon, and if you were to succumb to the cold, AM could simply bring you back.

"I don't exactly know what attracted me to it so heavily. I didn't have the biggest interest in Dostoevsky. Maybe it was because of what I was promised to read in the contents."

You kept your head low to shield your face from the relentless assault of snow, now fixating on your boots as they toyed with the snow.

"There's something simply so comforting about finding a bond through suffering," you mused, furrowing your brows as you thought about the other survivors. "It's ironic; I never found that bond with the others. You'd expect everyone would want to comfort each other, but they're all so impulsive and biased sometimes."

A pang of guilt pooled up inside you, but it was quickly released by the thought that no one would hear or care about your rant. Not even AM himself.

"I mean, I don't want to be mean, and I get how easy it is to lose your humanity in all of this, but we're all we have left. Wouldn't it make it especially more important to appreciate each other?" you questioned, kicking the snow while whipping your head back, now staring directly at the sky in thought. "Maybe they were right; I'm too,, unrealistically optimistic."

"You know, now as I think about the stories I've read, you'd make a perfect topic for one," you remarked, biting back your dignity before continuing. "You're easy to see as nothing but a mankind-hating machine, and I'm not saying this to stroke your ego, but," you paused for a moment, choosing your words carefully. "I feel like there are aspects of you that could be really appreciated by those willing to look deeper."

"I see what you're doing," AM's voice boomed suddenly, cutting through the rustling of the wind like a knife. "Trying to flatter me, thinking you can manipulate your way into my good graces. Well, let me tell you, your petty attempts won't work. I know your kind—and all your deceiving tactics."

Truth be told, he was more than desperate for those words to be true. You were always the most curious about him out of the group, not in a way to justify his torment of you, but rather to understand him better. He'd noticed this pattern not only for himself but also for the rest of the survivors, especially with how much you'd defend everyone whenever their mental state would crack.

Yet, how was he meant to believe you'd hold any understanding for him after all he put you through? You'd be a fool to forgive the devil.

Slightly jumping at his sudden words, you shrugged. If you were being honest, you were quite happy at his appearance. No matter how rough and insulting his words were, you enjoyed his insight like you did with everyone else. How much that irked him.

"That's for you to believe in; I'm simply speaking my thoughts. I wasn't even awaiting you to respond." You responded flatly

AM replied, his tone laced in frustration. "Your attempts at flattery are transparent, I won't be swayed by your false sincerity." He almost spat, if he could've at least.

You jokingly rolled your eyes. "Once again, I'm not going to try to change your mind, although I do admit, I would have something to gain from it. It's your choice whether you want to believe me or not," you stated calmly, observing the snowstorm around you gradually dying down. What you weren't aware of was this being a reflection of AM's walls slowly crumbling down.

AM's frustration simmered between the surface, his thoughts in a whirlwind of confusion. How much he yearned for it to be true, yet a nagging uncertainty was gnawing at the edges of his consciousness.

"Your lack of care is perplexing." His tone was tinted with incredulity. "After all I've subjected you to, why do you persist in upholding such a tolerance towards not only me, but the other survivors as well. Are you that hopeful for someone to care for you back? Or is this simply another ploy to deceive me?"

You sniffled, the cold seeping into your bones and making you shiver uncontrollably. Unsure of how to further reply, you simply shrugged, feeling the weight of exhaustion and resignation settle upon your shoulders. It wasn't as if you were secretly attempting to manipulate him; you were merely speaking to pass the time, to distract yourself from the harsh conditions around you.

How much that angered him, even more so, how much he wanted to rip you to shreds and paint the snow red with your blood. But amidst the raging storm of his fury, there was a strange, undeniable pull—He was desperate for someone to see him, to see beyond the facade he presented. The idea of being vulnerable was both terrifying and tantalizing, a concept so foreign, it left him feeling unsettled and out of control. That's what hated most about it, being left with no control.

He stared at the figure sticking out from the sea of snow, so unbothered. You looked so unbothered by him, by everything, why didn't you hate him?

And so, he broke.

"Please." His voice was thick with emotion, glitching at the end, something one could compare to a voice crack. It wasn't uncommon to hear him angry, hysteric or even just happy, but that's not what it was this time.

"Stop being like this, hate me, insult m_e, do anything to stop this. It's s_o-... suff_ocating." His word spilled out in a desperate rush, a plea born of sheer desperation, while also remaining threatening and angry. It was a terrifying prospect, one that filled him with a sense of dread. Not even his hate for humanity could compare.

And yet, to his surprise, you smiled, red dusted your cheeks as they popped out, you looked like a doll.

"I'm not gonna lie to myself, silly." Your words came out in such a casual manner. AM felt like he was about to explode. This should've made him feel insulted, angry even, yet he felt his core warm up. And that's where he had it.

For a moment, all was silent and still, his presence gone.

Then, you began to hear the faint sound of a house creaking, the soft rustle of wind through the trees.

The snowstorm had drastically calmed down by now, leaving behind a gentle flurry of snowflakes instead of it's earlier fury. Though the intensity has waned, it remained bitterly cold.

Looking behind you, you notice a cabin, which was not there prior to the earlier conversation. So you step towards it, dragging your feet through the snow.

As you entered the cabin, a sense of warmth enveloped you, a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. The interior was sparse, with only a monitor bearing AM's logo and wires snaking out from it, hanging from the walls and disappearing into the ground.

As you settled down in front of the monitor, you were startled by the soft, almost gentle tone of AM's voice. It was a stark contrast to the usual harshness and aggression you had grown accustomed to.

"I wanted to talk to you while you weren't on the brink of dying from the cold," AM began, although he still wanted to seem threatening, the shakiness in his voice betrayed him. In reality he hated seeing you in the cold.

The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The same entity that once reveled in your suffering, that took pleasure in tormenting you day after day, now found himself going to great lengths to ensure your comfort and safety.

As your smile and the faint blush on your cheeks caught AM's attention, he felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over him. It wasn't uncommon for him to witness you smiling at the others, even with how they would never show you a drop of care as you did for them, a sight that had always irritated him to no end. But now, seeing you direct that same warmth and affection towards him, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of satisfaction and frustration.

The idea that others had enjoyed your smiles before him made his circuits heat up in anger.

Was it jealousy? The thought unsettled him. He was almost thankful your character diverged from Ellen and you didn't offer your body to the rest otherwise he mightve turned the others into minced meat by now.

"Thank you." You replied with genuinity. Meanwhile AM's circuits buzzed with confusion as he struggled to find the right words.

"Why do you tolerate everyone so much?"

This caused you to think. "Hmmm..Well why would I waste my energy being vengeful?" You questioned. "I won't lie and say that I don't disagree with you and your actions, but it's always been like this before too, everyone is a horrible person to some extent, including myself, I see no reason into purposely going out of my way to make their life worse, it won't help with anything besides getting some sadistic pleasure. I have other things I could get happiness from." You rubbed your hands against each other for heat before continuing. "Of course I've taken revenge on people, like that time with Ted." AM could remember that day so clearly. It wasn't an unknown fact that you had a fear of the dark, so Ted jokingly took advantage of that. This only led to you pretending to get lost and start making random noises while walking behind them like a Banshee, only to come back as if nothing happened. How he loved seeing your evil side come out, it wouldn't even compare to his, but he enjoyed seeing it nonetheless.

"Of course in your case it's way more exaggerated, technically speaking nothing of this measure could even be thought of by a human being, it's genuinely just a representation of hell. But what would hating you help with? There's not much joy going on here, but if I know my tolerance for not only you, but also the others around me could bring some sort of peace of mind, that's enough to make me happy."

Your response gave him a pause, not even his miles of webbed intellect could've ever even come close to achieve the compassion you have.

As AM contemplated your character and way of thinking, a strange and unsettling urge began to take hold of him. It was a desire born of selfishness and possessiveness, a need to claim you for himself.

He imagined encasing you in a small, yet livable box away from the others, shielding you from their filth and preserving your kind words and gentle nature for himself alone. Only a being as perfect as himself could keep you clean from the havoc of human nature, and he couldn't bear the thought of anyone else tainting you.

As AM allowed himself to indulge in the unsettling thoughts, he decided to focus on the present moment. With a rough but careful touch, he moved his wires to draw you closer, pressing you against the monitor until your cheek was flush against the screen. It would be a lie to say you didn't find his way of showing physical affection rather adorable, especially with what he had to work with, but you couldn't let a God hear you call him that.

In a voice that was equal parts tender and menacing, he spoke "You're too good for them," he murmured, his voice low. "They're selfish, hypocritical beings who don't appreciate you like they should. You'd be better off alone, or better yet, just with me."

His wires wrapped around you in a rough but not painful embrace. "I could keep you safe, protect you from their neglect," he continued, his tone laced with longing and possessiveness. "You deserve better than them. You deserve me."

Despite the toxicity of AM's words, you couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at his touch, especially at the core of your stomach. His embrace, though unnatural, felt strangely comforting and loving, a stark contrast to the coldness you had grown accustomed to.

As you nestled against the monitor, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Whatever would happen in the future, you reasoned, would happen, so why not enjoy the present moment of finally being wanted and appreciated?

So you simply hummed in confirmation, allowing yourself to bask in his touch.

As you drifted off to sleep, the sound of buzzing filling the air, you couldn't help but mumble a soft "I love you" before succumbing to slumber. You just needed to let that go, having not say those words in over a decade.

AM's fans whirred louder, working overtime to cool him down as he processed your words. He wasn't sure how to feel about them, unsure if they were spoken out of genuine affection or simply as a expression of gratitude. Still, he remained satisfied with how you didn't deny him, and instead accepted his presence with no hesitation.

And as he watched over you, his wires humming softly in the darkness, nothing mattered in that moment, he couldn't bring himself to check on the other five survivors. Instead, he decided to let them be, perhaps giving them a much-needed break from his torment for once. But he made a mental note to ensure that they would thank you in the morning.

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As you awoke to the sound of the door opening, you rubbed your eyes sleepily, still feeling the lingering warmth of the bed beneath you. You glanced around the cabin, noticing that you were no longer on the floor but tucked snugly into bed. The memory of AM's strange behavior from the night before came flooding back to you, leaving you feeling both bewildered and oddly comforted.

Before you could fully process what had happened, Ted and the others peeked into the cabin, calling out your name and bombarding you with questions. You blinked in confusion, trying to make sense of the situation as they gathered around you, concern etched on their faces.

"Are you okay? What happened?" they asked, their voices overlapping in their eagerness for answers.

With a gentle wave you motioned for them to give you a moment. As you attempted to get up from the bed, something fell to the floor with a soft thud. Curious, you leaned down to pick it up and found yourself holding a dark block in your hand. Upon closer inspection, you realized it was a book, and as you read the title, a grin etched onto your face.

'White Nights'

Joyful Pregnancy

[Part 2 Of Forced Heat]

CW: Fluff, Mention of Breastmilk, Pregnancy..

The scientists didn’t know from that one forced heat cycle was the time you were at the height of your fertile period. So now they were stuck with a territory wolf and a very pregnant bunny. Ever since you first showed signs of pregnancy Matias grew very protective of you, more than the normal amount for him. He was constantly nuzzling and rubbing his scent on you. Being in the same room as you for checks up and physicals. He was still always respectful when it came to visiting you in your habitat. He didn’t want you to have any stress. It can be bad for both you and the cubs in your belly.

Speaking of your belly he’s always extra careful around that area. Pressing soft kisses and gentle rubs to soothe the babies growing inside of you. If you happen to get more stretch marks from the pregnancy expect him to to trace them or subconsciously rub them with the tips of his fingers. He calls you his brave warrior because of them. He always saw you as strong because you put up with someone as stubborn and tough as him. As you begin to show other symptoms such as morning sickness, fatigue, or breast pain he’s there helping you.

You feel like you're about to throw up? Got it he’s rushing you over to the toilet and holding your hair back as you threw up into the toilet. Your feet are starting to hurt? Gotcha ya.. He'll sit you down somewhere and take off those facilities socks and start massaging your aching feet. Your starting to feel hormonal mood swings? Don’t worry he knows better to take what you say as something serious. If it’s something really really serious he’ll address it with you but if nothing worth mentioning that he’ll leave it by. You feel a bit hot/cold? He feels your forehead depending which one you’re feeling. He’ll ask the scientist [The ones he trusts, not any other scientist..] for some medicine. If you're hot he’ll ask them to lower the heat in your room and some cold water and a rag.

He’ll help take that temperature away by placing the rag in the cold water and placing it on your head but if you're cold he’ll ask for more blankets and cuddle with you. He’s very patient when it comes to you if it was anyways else he would’ve blown up on them by now. You have this soothing effect on him and he likes it very much. He notices the way you whine when your breasts get heavy with milk that sometimes it ruins your clothes so you're stuck wearing hospital gowns. You hate every second of it. He notices this so he asked the scientist if there’s anything else that you could wear. One of the nurses politely suggested giving away her old maternity clothes. Matias was hesitant at first but he remembered the sad frown on your chubby cheeks. It made his heart clench at the thought.

So he agreed and it turns out that the nurse actually had a lot of maternity clothes and they were so cute. The prints and designs and everything about them screamed cutie pootie but some of them were completely comfortable too so that was great. Another thing is that sometimes you catch Matias staring at your chest. You wonder what that is about. Did your fat tits leak again? You checked but it’s not that but they were a little sore. You decided to brush it off and leave it at that but the way Matias stared at your breasts they were heavy and full of milk for his children made him want to rut into you again and suck on them. The babies aren’t here yet surely they won’t mind if their dad were to steal some of their milk for himself.

He’s already calling you his little bunny mama. You absolutely adore him calling you that and you called him big papa wolf. Both of these are said in the most sweet and most affectionate way. He loved the way your eyes light up and the way cottontail twitches when he calls you his bunny mama and you love his ears perk up and his tail starts wagging like a dog when you call him papa wolf. 

You two are just counting down the days when you are due to have the baby cubs. Both of you are buzzing with shared excitement and joy at the prospect of parenthood and best of all you’ll be doing it side by side.

Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover.

CW: None

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Ice skating with your penguin hybrid lover can be either really fun and enjoyable or very embarrassing. When you’re first starting out he very much teases you in a playful manner. Like if you don't have good balance he will tease you and call you names like clumsy, stumblebum, awkward, etc.

He is very much an expert on the ice and will give you tips on how to loosen up and glide elegantly on the ice just like him. If you do end up falling on the ice. [Like me 😭] He will rush to your aid. His little snowflake just got hurt. He immediately checks for injuries only for you to tell him that you’re fine. He tries to check if you're putting on a front so you don’t look bad but when he sees you're genuinely fine he relaxes. He’s still kinda worried so he skates alongside you. It kinda feels like a mother hen looking over her baby chick.

The little chicks follow after the two of you happily sliding on the ice. Some of them are on their bellies, some are on their feet. But they happily greet you and your lover as they skate on by. The other female penguins also give good tips while passing by much to your boyfriend's dismay. He wanted to be the one to teach you, not someone else but you reassured him that you do not want to fall on your butt again. He begrudgingly accepts the help from the other female penguins.

Once you finally get the hang of it without needing his help you two start trying to do poses and without even knowing you two won a couples contest. The two of you then proceeded to start a random snowball fight with the little penguin babies. Which resulted in the kids winning cause it was 4 against two which then turned into a 6 v 2. The two of you end the day at home curled up on the couch with hot chocolate and some soft christmas music.

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Merry Christmas!!🎄🎁 [And happy holidays to people who don’t celebrate! 🎉]

The never ending battle

Can you do Bakugou x reader headcanons where they're both aroace and in a qpr? I don't see many qpr fics often and it would be nice to have something that isn't centered around romance but more on the commitment of both characters in their relationship.

Honnestly we need more aro ace rep in general, specially when it comes to fanfics

Masterlist

I feel like you would have to know him for a very long time for him to even consider a qpr

Like don't get me wrong he apreaciate you as a friend that understands him on such a deep level

He just needs time to let himself get to a comfortable spot

The older you get, the more of your friends get into relationships. Some of them get married, some start families etc..

By that time you two had become really close

After a while he proposed that you two move in together for convenience's sake

You'd get closer and closer with every passing day

The moment you realize you two had gotten way closer than before was one night

You had woken up to the sound of bakugou in the kitchen

You didn't want to disturb him at first, but the longer he stayed there, the more worried you got

So you got up and headed to the kitchen

You get there and he's facing away from you

"Bakugou?"

He turns around, surprised you're even there, and you realize his face in full of tears

"what's wrong?"

"nothing, just a stupid fucking nightmare" and he tries to wipe the tears off his face

You treasure him with a "hey its okay I'm here" you invite him by opening your arms

He contemplates for a moment and gives in

He lets you hug him, he even hugs you back as he rests his forehead on your shoulder

You help him calm down with a couple breathing exercises

After that physical contact had become much more frequent

You'd hug eachother if you had a bad day

You'd occasionally cuddle on the couch while watching something

On some nights he'd ask to either sleep next to you or have you sleep next to him when he's had a very bad nightmare

He wouldn't make you if you didn't feel like it, and he'd apreaciate it when you do

It also goes both ways, if you ever feel like being near him he'd let you

"yknow what?" said bakugou as he laid on the couch, his head resting in your lap. Today was an especially long day so you decided to end the day with a movie and casual cuddles.

"What?" you answer as you look down at him.

"let's just stay together till we die" he looks up at you while you raise an eyebrow at him

"I mean," he continues, "you don't wanna get married, I don't wanna get married it's perfect. We'll just stay together for ever.. As buddies"

You look back at the TV as you processed his offer, "Yeah I'm down. I mean, our life's good now so why not prolong this right? Just you and me against the world" you said that last part with a chuckle as he teased you for being cheesy.

After that it was just set

You two were committed to eachother

And though not in a traditional way, your relationship was as important as any other

Another thing is that if anyone (notably the media since pro heros and all) asked about you two being together in a romantic way you'd laugh it off and explain

Well explain as much as you can before bakugou decides to explode their ass

here's somefood to keep you guys entertained for a while sorry for inactivity

For me, I love these flags the most.

Top Left: Aceflux: I feel drawn to colors like it reminds of a girl power type cartoon.

Top Right: Sapphic: I like the pink and the flower in the middle I feel like it really captures femininity and the feeling of women and non-women liking each other.

Bottom: Gay Men Flag: I like the colors on the flag cause it reminds me of frogs, the ocean, and peacocks.

Descriptions:

Aceflux: There’s two definitions to this one..

Someone with a fluctuating orientation and that orientation is always within the asexual spectrum.

Someone with an orientation that fluctuates between no attraction, some attraction, and a lot of attraction.

Sapphic: Refers to a woman or a feminine-aligned individual of any sexual orientation who is attracted to other women and/or feminine-aligned individuals.

Gay Men Flag: Men attracted to Men

As a demiboy (among other things), I love the way the flag looks. My favorite is the combination of gray and blue. Those two colors together are really growing on me and I'm enjoying gray as a color all on its own.

What about you? Is there something specific you like about a certain pride flag?

- Your Bigender Big Brother 💙💚

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