Local Night Owl

just dropping some colorful Wukong doodles

Obviously over the head ones don't work because of his ears, and he doesn't want to have to deal with tiny earbuds either...

So if he were to be listening to music, it's usually out loud, but he is at least courteous enough to not do that at the office... He's already gotten enough shit for his screeches, he doesn't need anymore.

You had a solution though, the one kind he never considered.

Bone conducting ones.

He was at least conventional about it at first. Instead of trying to gift, well, bugs or dead animals, he asked around to find out your favourite snacks and such to leave where he knew you'd find them. Always with a little note signed with a small bat doodle to know it was him.

Some bat breeds cover themselves in a strong scent to court a potential mate, but being as he was a hybrid, he wasn't going to just do it the way the winged creatures would. He went about it with cologne, maybe using a bit too much. It didn't have the effect he wanted when Prism scrunched her nose up, trying to fan it away with a hologram, "Damn, dude... Are you trying to gas the whole place with that stuff..."

No matter what he tried, it didn't go as planned. Malevola caught him one day to talk, saying, "Have you ever thought about just... Asking them out?"

Now, you'd think for a Harvard graduate, it'd cross his mind at least once. You'd be wrong. He overthought it so much that he forgot the whole... Human aspect of it all.

﹙ 🐉 ﹚ lloyd x gn!reader ⸝⸝ 560 wc. fluff angst? reverse comfort ✦ skinship kissing mentions of insomnia & anxiety──── request

예린 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ this is actually a rewrite and i deleted the old one which had the request ask by an anon + @wy-not-do-1t.. hence no link for the request. i still kept some parts that i liked however lmao. i lovelovelove lloyd sm my baby :(( so i tried my best in characterizing him (despite the constantly contrasted writing in the og series esp… smh),, enjoy<33

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୨ৎ omg he's the absolute cutest :((( (you can probably tell he's basically my fav by now but i love them all, ANYWAYS)

୨ৎ i feel like LLOYD would be really shy and nervous at the beginning, would absolutely NOTT initiate things w you unless you clearly tell him you’re comfortable

୨ৎ esp after the incident with harumi.. it’s his first relationship so give him some time to adjust 😭

୨ৎ once he starts to get more comfortable with the relationship, he’ll start to let out his more childish side

୨ৎ expect a lot of silly pranking as one of his love languages (obviously he’ll stop if you’re uncomfortable with a certain level)

୨ৎ his other love languages would probably be words of affirmation or acts of service ><

୨ৎ COMIC STORE AND CANDY STORE DATES AHEHWHUWYDJW >>>>>>>>>>

୨ৎ he’ll very much drag you around places if he likes them (he’s so me..)

୨ৎ not into pda that much; i think the most you’d get out of him is hand holding if you’re in public

୨ৎ but he IS very touch starved so he always sets aside time in private to cuddle<33 (AGDHWHSH I WANNA HUG HIM :((((()

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Border by: @suupersonic

Robert Robertson x fem!reader

Order number 4 completed!

WC: 3.3k

Minors Dont Interact!!

Tags: twin dad robert, robert being a simp, fluff

Marrying Robert was the best decision you ever made. He was the nicest, funniest, and most attentive guy you’ve ever dated. Despite this, you were a little shocked when Robert proposed to you during your sixth anniversary at the park right before sunset. It was so surreal watching Robert get down on one knee and hold up a small box, inside which was his mom’s wedding ring. 

“I’ll save up for a new one, one that’s only yours,” Robert said, uncharacteristically nervous, as if he thought you would say no. And although he would never admit it, he definitely cried when you said yes. 

The actual wedding was pretty simple, just a courthouse wedding and lunch at your favorite restaurant after. Once again, Robert promised to save up for the wedding of your dreams. You thought with a smile as you stared longingly at the framed picture of you and Robert’s wedding until you heard the door open. 

“Hi, honey, I’m home!” Robert said in an over-the-top 1950’s accent while carrying Beef. The second Beef saw you, he immediately jumped out of Robert’s arms and ran to lick all over your face, no matter how much you tried to cover your face to stop the attack.

While you were distracted by Beef, Robert made his way over to you to kiss you on the cheek. “What were you doing?” He asked as he lay directly on top of you, treating you as his own personal pillow. You shake your head, “Nothing, just looking at our wedding pictures, look how handsome you were.” 

Robert glanced at the picture before looking back at you, “You looked incredible that day, but then again, you look incredible every day.” 

You roll your eyes jokingly, “You’re such a flatter.” He shrugged before moving closer to you, which was pretty much impossible, but he still tried. 

“I could show you how incredible I think you look,” Robert said as he started to kiss your neck softly, looking at you in between each kiss.

The memories of what happened after that came rushing to your head as you stared at the pregnancy test: positive. In your heart, you should’ve known this was a possibility; it explained so much: the morning sickness, the sudden tiredness all the time, and your recently missed period. 

What am I supposed to tell Robert?? Filled your mind, you knew Robert always toyed with the idea of having kids, but he always spoke of it as if it were years away. You cover up the used pregnancy test with a tissue and try to calm down, for all you know, it could be a false positive. So you did the rational thing and took two more tests.

You almost bite off your fingernails as you stared at all three positive pregnancy tests. Now you couldn’t deny it anymore; you’re pregnant. A mix of emotions swarmed your brain; it’s not like you didn’t want kids, but the thought of actually raising children terrified you. You look at your phone; it’s currently eight pm, meaning you wouldn’t see Robert for at least another hour. More negative emotions washed over you. You and Robert both had jobs, but California was already expensive with just the two of you; who knows how expensive it’ll be for a family or three, maybe more. 

After thinking about the negative for a long time, you take a deep breath to pull yourself together. It's not like you would be completely alone during this; you had a support system to rely on: your family and Robert. Taking another deep breath, you leave the bathroom to think of a way to tell Robert the news.

Apparently, you managed to spend an entire hour in the bathroom because when you walked out, you saw Robert in the kitchen cooking dinner. 

Robert noticed you immediately, his face a mix of love and concern, “You ok? You’ve been in there a pretty long time.” 

“I have something to tell you.” 

“Ok? What is it?” His tone was full of confusion. His confusion only grew when you took a deep breath before saying, “I’m pregnant.” It was like time stopped the moment the words left your mouth. You couldn’t even look Robert in the eye when telling him the news, too scared about how he’d react. Unexpectedly, he walked over and hugged you tightly.

“I’m so happy.” 

“Really? I was worried you wouldn’t want kids right now.” 

“Well, I didn’t expect it to happen so soon, but it’s with you,” Robert said before kissing you softly. “How are you feeling? About the news, I mean.” 

“At first, I was worried about your reaction, but now I feel better knowing we’re in this together.” You say with a small smile. Instead of speaking, Robert kisses all over your face. 

“We’re always in this together, we’re a team.” 

The nine months of your pregnancy were a blur, and before you knew it, you had two beautiful twins: Cassandra first, and then 15 minutes later, Chase. Neither you nor Robert knew the babies’ gender, wanting it to be a surprise, so, in a roundabout way, you were both right. The twins were a perfect mix of you and Robert, something you both absolutely loved. Now, the twins were about seven months old. With very different personalities, Cassandra and Chase were very different babies: Chase was the definition of a velcro baby, and it only got worse as he grew. At the same time, Cassandra fussed and whined the second someone picked her up. 

The sounds of baby coos brought you back to the present. You looked down and almost laughed at Cassandra’s pout when you refused to let her go. 

“Don’t you wanna spend time with Mama?” You say before setting her next to Chase to get them dressed. “Ok, now which one?” You hold up the options for the day: overalls with a cute little teddy bear on them or a complete strawberry outfit. Chase babbled and tried to grab at the strawberry outfit while Cassandra went for the overalls. After you get them dressed, you put them in the double stroller and pack a diaper bag for a visit to Robert at work. Finally, you grabbed the picnic basket full of sandwiches, pasta, and small treats before leaving your apartment. His lunch break will be soon, then we can eat lunch. You thought as you began walking to the apartment building’s elevator. 

As you parked your car in Robert’s spot, you cooed to your children in the backseats to see if they were excited to see their dad. You take out the stroller from the trunk and make your way to Robert’s floor. You carried the basket, making sure no food would drop out. His team knew you were pregnant, but they all thought it was an elaborate joke. Finally, you made it to Robert’s cubicle. He was in the middle of dispatching, or at least you assumed dispatching because it seemed like a tangent. “Why would I lie about having kids?” Robert asked. You couldn’t hear the response, but you knew it irritated him since he took a deep breath before replying, “Anyway, my wife and kids are going to be here soon, so behave for my replacement.” Robert took off his headphones and began to massage his temples. 

“Sounds amazing,” you joke, trying to stop your laughter when Robert jumps at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re here early.” Like magic, a smile appeared on Robert’s face when he turned his chair and saw you. His smile only grew when he saw the twins. He stood up and kissed you on the cheek. “What do you want for lunch?” 

“Actually, I packed a basket so that we could have a family picnic!” You say cheerfully before the sound of fake gagging grabs your attention. You turned to find the source only to see Chase, the old one. 

“It’s too early for y’all to be acting as lovely dovely as y’all are,” Chase grumbled to himself–but still loud enough for Robert and you to hear–before turning his attention to the babies in the stroller. “Hii mini Chase and Cassie,” He immediately started to baby-talk his nephew and niece. “I’ll watch the kids while you’re gone.” 

Robert chuckled, “You already took Beef away from me, now it's my kids?” Chase shook his head, his attention still towards his niblets. “Your dad’s just mad people don’t like his ‘more boring than watching paint dry’ personality.” To add further insult to injury, both Chase and Cassie started to giggle madly. “See, even your kids agree.” Chase said proudly while Robert rolled his eyes playfully, “Well, my wife planned a family picnic, so I think the kids are needed.” Chase grumbled again before heading back to his desk. 

You and Robert walked to a nearby park, with him pushing the stroller while you carried the basket. When you found a perfect spot, you took out the picnic blanket and laid it on the ground. Robert then placed the twins on the blanket with building blocks and maracas. Immediately, Cassandra began shaking the maracas while Chase began playing with the blocks. 

“Have they eaten yet?” Robert asked while he sat around the twins with his legs wide, effectively caging them in. “Yes, but I packed extra bottles just in case.” You respond, sitting across from Robert, to further cage the twins. The picnic was very relaxing. With you and Robert enjoying each other’s company, you listening to him rant about the stupid shit the Z-team did, and both of you watching with pure love in your eyes when the twins do something cute. 

"Have I ever told you, you're an amazing cook?" Robert said between bites of your "marry me chicken" pasta. You giggled before joking back, "Well, it's not called 'marry me chicken' for no reason." To your surprise, Robert leaned over to kiss you, "Maybe I'll marry you again then." He leans in for another kiss, but you put your ring finger on his chest to keep him away. "I don't know if you remember, but kissing led us to this," you say, gesturing to the twins caught up in their own world.

Sadly, you couldn’t stay home with the twins forever and had to return to work. To make matters worse, you’re an HR representative and need to go on a week-long company “vacation.” As the supportive husband he is, Robert has spent the upcoming week trying to cheer you up. “I promise to FaceTime you every night, er, well, afternoon for you.” His words lifted your spirits a little; it was only a week after all. 

As you went through your suitcase one more time, just to make sure you had everything you needed, Robert placed both twins inside it. “I don’t know if you know this, but it’s illegal for babies to travel like this.” You tease, while he jeers, “I know, but our babies have something very important to say.” Taking your somewhat judgmental look as a sign to continue, Robert moves Cassandra’s mouth to make it seem like she’s talking, “We’ll miss you so much, Mama!” Then, he does the same to Chase: “Yeah, we’ll miss you thissss much!” He says, stretching Chase’s arms wide. You laugh uncontrollably, “I’ll miss you two, too.” You say, pulling the twins up for kisses. 

Robert fake-coughed to draw attention to himself. “Will you miss me too?” With a nod, you kiss him on the cheek, “I’ll miss you second after Beef.” Robert holds a hand over his heart. “Only second?” His voice is full of mock sadness. 

It’s been a day since you left, and Robert missed you greatly. He knew he was being overdramatic, but he’d gotten so used to waking up before you and staring at your sleeping face–even when you’re drooling. With a groan, Robert got out of bed, glancing at the baby monitor to see if the twins were awake. Usually, Chase was the first one in the house to be awake, always eager to be full of energy, but both he and Cassandra were blissfully asleep. Since it was still early, Robert took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and fed himself and Beef. This is pretty peaceful, he thought happily to himself.

The sound of loud crying ruined Robert’s peacefulness. I knew it was too good to last. He quickly made two bottles in case the twins were hungry, then walked to their room and found both babies crying loudly. After giving the twins their bottles, Robert glanced at the time: 6:00 am. Finally, the twins finished feeding, and Robert took turns burping them before placing them back into their cribs. 

“Ok, guys, Dad’s gonna get you ready.” Robert knew neither of the twins probably could understand him, but he loved talking to them nonetheless. He bathes them, ending up only slightly less wet than when he bathes Beef, and picks out two matching pairs of overalls. Thankfully, the twins didn’t make much of a fuss this morning, which gives Robert enough time to pack a diaper bag, toys, and a foldable playpen. 

When Robert got to his desk in the office, he started setting up the playpen and placed all the toys down. Then, he placed the twins in the playpen so that he could still see them while dispatching. 

“You do know daycares exist, right?” Chase jeered from his desk next to Robert, “The last thing I need to hear when listening to a bunch of whining babies is actual whining babies.” Robert rolled his eyes, “I know you don’t mean that, you love your godkids.” Chase grumbled before turning his attention back to his computer. 

The beginning of Robert’s shift was pretty uneventful, something he was thankful for since it gave him ample opportunities to check on the twins. In the midst of playing peek-a-boo with the twins, the topic of kids came up. 

“So how’s the ‘kids’ Bob Bob?” Flambae teased, his voice so full of condescension it immediately pissed Robert off. 

“My kids are great, why?” Robert pretended not to hear the snickers from the rest of the Z-team.

“Ok, I tried to be nice, but since that’s clearly not working. Why the fuck do you keep saying you have kids?” 

“Because I do have them? I don’t know why no one believes me.” 

“You’re lucky to be married, especially to your wife-” before Flambae could finish, both Malevola and Prism interjected, “Very hot wife.” Flambae groans, clearly annoyed about being interrupted, “Yes, a very hot wife, and you really expect us to believe you married a baddie AND she let you impregnate her?” 

“So I know this is gonna be a foreign topic to you, you know, since you’re pushing 40 and still single, but when a couple loves each other very much, they get married and sometimes have kids.” Robert knew it was petty, but hearing the sounds of Z-team ooing made him feel confident. 

“Bitch I could get married in a week if I felt like it!” Flambae said, either not hearing Prism’s small “Well..” or didn’t care. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud,” Robert said before quickly muting Flambae’s mic before he could respond. The sound of calls took everyone’s attention away from their little spat. 

It was Robert’s work break, so he decided to spend all of his time playing with the twins in the playpen. Technically, he was more of Chase’s personal playground, with him consistently climbing over Robert’s legs. 

“Wait, you really do have kids?” Robert took his gaze off the kids, only to see the Z-team looking shocked. “I literally have been telling you guys this since they were born??” Robert thought long and hard, “Also, I’ve sent you guys pictures of them?”

“Well, AI is pretty popular these days,” Sonar said as an excuse, to which Robert groaned. Coupe and Punch-Up took the opportunity to play with the twins. Punch-Up scooped up Chase and pretended to have an arm wrestling contest with him, “Such a strong grip for a little babe.” He comeded before tickling Chase into making him giggle. Meanwhile, Coupe and Cassandra were having a mini-staring contest, as if to size each other up. Eventually, Cassandra looks away because she’s a baby, “Such a firm stare for a baby,” which was basically a compliment in Coupe’s own way. 

After Coupe and Punch-Up finished doting on the twins, they were passed around to the majority of the Z-team. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to hold at least one?”  Robert asked Prism, who was busy scrolling on her phone.

“I don’t do babies, but I promise to be a more involved auntie when they’re around eight.” Prism glanced up from her phone to see Flambae, who somehow managed to carry both twins in his arms, “Just so you know, you’re not getting your kids back.” She must’ve noticed Robert’s confusion, so she continues, “Every time Bae’s around kids, especially babies, he refuses to let them go.” Robert shrugged it off. What’s the worst that can happen?

Turns out the worst that could happen is two grown men arguing over whose turn it is to hold the twins. “Just let me hold one, you greedy fuck!” Chase said as he tried (and failed) to jump enough to reach Flambae. “No bi–” He stops himself before cursing, a rare feat for him, before continuing, “Besides, they like me more than you old man!” Chase scoffed at this, “I know you’re not talking, pushing 50 old ass.” The argument grew increasingly heated to the point that a fight was likely to break out. 

“Hey! Gimme back my kids,” Robert said, not letting Flambae give any excuses before taking his kids away. This caused both Flambae and Chase to blame each other for getting the kids taken away. 

“Can you believe you both are better behaved than two old men?” Robert whispered to the twins, who giggled as if they understood the joke. 

It was in the late afternoon when Robert got a FaceTime call from you, which he answered immediately. “Hi, honey,” He said, his voice becoming sickly sweet. But he couldn’t help it, you were his wife and the mother of his kids. “How is your trip?” 

Your smile was so infectious that Robert started to smile as well. “It’s been pretty good, but I’ve been missing you like crazy.” Robert nods along understandingly. He’s also been missing you and made sure to tell you as much. The two of you continued to chat about the week so far, but it was mainly focused on you, since Robert wanted to talk to you more than about himself. 

“I know the trip will be over in two days, but it feels like a lifetime,” you rant dramatically. Robert chuckles, “Well, your company needs you since you’re such a good HR representative.” He says in hopes of cheering you up, which works since you're vain with modesty. 

“Before I lose track of time, can I see my babies?” The moment those words leave your mouth, Robert walked over to the twins’ room where they were sound asleep. “Aww, they’re so cute.” You whisper so as not to wake them up. Then, Robert pans his phone to Beef, who is sleeping next to the cribs like a chubby little guard dog. He quietly leaves the room and closes the door. The mood in the air went from proud parents to a married couple soon after, something you both blame on the other. “I know it’s been tough for you being away, so I promise to do the tongue thing you like.” 

A/N: this will be more of a one shot with an ending open to more of a chapter based story. Lmk if you wanna see that.

Tags: fluff, a little bit of implied sexual thoughts but sfw, Sonar is a simp, fem-reader

Sonar was a really horrible flirter. He sucked at it. But he was so into you! You were so cute, and funny, and charismatic, and your boobs.... no! He didnt want to think of you like that! The SDN is supposed to be helping him change into a better man. I guess old habits die hard then.

He had been trying to flirt with you for about a month... as best as he could... it just seemed like you werent getting the hint. He had tried everything! A few examples:

He had come up to you, nonchalantly, and asked if you wanted to grab a coffee sometime, but he forgot you cant drink caffeine and cant stand the taste. Shit.

Or the time after the bar fight and you were drinking a soda and he had said the way your nose was bleeding was "beautiful". Right...

Or the time when he had went on a whole rant about how he went to Harvard and how he would be a perfect partner because of Harvard something blah blah blah, you tuned it out. But you thought it was kinda funny so you laughed.

Eventually he got desperate and begged Mel to help him flirt and "teach him the ways"

"Please!! you gotta teach me!" He pouted and whined

"There's nothing to teach!" She said for the one billionth time

"Come on! There has to be something that your doing!"

"Im just existing while being conventually attractive."

"Fym?? Your red!" He shouts

"And fetishized! That is also important! What is this even about anyways?"

"Its about y/n! I need her so bad! But every time I try to flirt she doesnt get the hint!"

"When have you ever tried to flirt with her?"

Sonar starts to list out times hes "flirted" and failed miserably. Melevola starts to laugh at him. Once she represses her giggles. She sighs and looks at him.

"I can put in a good word for you. She seems kinda into you, anyways."

"Wait really!?"

___

After the nice red woman and gave you a little insight on Sonar you blushed and couldn't wait to talk to him.

'Remember... be cool...' you thought to yourself and walked up to him.

"Hi, Sonar! how are you doing today?" You smiled sweetly and he melted (Smooth..)

"I uhhh.. oh im doing good just working ion my bit coin..." he puffed out his chest a little "how are YOU doing today..."

"Im doing just fine now that im talking to you. Do your eyes always look so pretty?" You looked deep into his eyes and kept that pretty smile on your lips (so much for being cool)

Thank gosh there was a thick tuft of fur over his cheeks because he would be blushing like a school girl right now. He was melting under your gaze and he pulled at his collar at an attempt to cool down.

"I- ahh... uhmm... *ahem*... do... your eyes always look so pretty?" He fumbled over his words to attempted to return the compliment.

You chuckled and blushed slightly and Sonar could feel his head getting light.. he might actually be SEEING the light.. he felt your hand touch his and he thought he reached enlightenment.

"I would love to go out sometime.. if your free that is?" Your giant doe eyes boring into his milky white orbs (a/n IM SORRY I CANT REMEMBER ANY OTHER SYNONYMS FOR EYES)

"Y-y-yeah! Of course! I would totally love that! W-what would you want to do?"

"You have my number?"

"Yeah..."

"Text me after work?"

"Yes ma'am..." he mumbled as you walked away, staring at your bottom.

....

"Wait... IS THIS A DATE!?"

Had to restart over because of my mistake 💔

But still I managed to salvage it, thank you for requesting it back! 🤧

Enjooooy

𝙁𝙀𝙈! 𝙙𝙤𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙭 𝙈𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙊𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙠𝙤

𝙍𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥: 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: 𝙄𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙡, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙆𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙤 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣.

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So easily

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The Thorns were taking a tour around Sunken City before their big game with the Shadows, just to ease the tension and nerves. Though what they didn't expect is to end up in a literal casino bar.

"Uhmm.. this feels illegal." Will muttered out with a small gulp, Lenny chuckling beside him as he gently nudged the goat to follow. "It's illegal if you don't pay what you lost." He mused back and took a seat on a free table for them to play poker in. Will stiffly took a seat next to Olivia and Lenny, his eyes wandering across the various animals laughing in rich. He recovered after a while, trying to shake it off with a nervous smile as cards started getting shuffled and handed.

Throughout the game they were actually enjoying themselves—only the winners of course. But on one particular game, something strange started happening.

"Yo Modo! It's your turn!" Jett called out to the reptile next to her, whos eyes was completely on something else than his cards or the table. Or rather, someone else.

Without a word he left the table, the chair he sat on spinning for a moment before it fell down backwards. His deck of cards could've deemed a win for him, but he decided to abandon it and his chips for an unknown reason.

Jett just stared in bafflement, before she quietly slipped his mountain of chips towards her own pile. "Oh well, guess he doesn't need this anymore." She mused before Archie halted her by placing a hoove on top of her paw. "Why don't we just split it?" He suggested which instantly got the black panther to hiss. "No, sharing is NOT caring. I'mma be greedy." She retorted back, before another hoove—from Will—was placed on the pile. "Then I'mma be greedy too!" He remarked with a smirk, and soon everyone started arguing on who should have Modo's pile of chips.

Modo himself was walking towards the billiard room, where various animals were playing with a stack of money in the line. They were bigs, sharp teeth and piercing eyes that could cut through anything. But one animal stood out, and caught his eye. A cute fluffy tail, very well kept hair, with a nose he found adorable when it twitched slightly in concentration.

A doe, surrounded by a sea of predators with cold stares. Eyes glaring at her figure as she yet again won another game of pool. "Well well well, Lady luck is on my side yet again! How convenient." You mused as you moved the pile of chips to your side, some crocodiles and bears growled quietly from all around you.

"Yes.. convenient." A crocodile grumbled with a skeptical gaze towards you, but even if you weren't facing his direction you could tell he was glaring with suspicious intentions. "Awww.. am I being too obvious with my cheating?" You teased, leaning against your pole cue with a smirk. This would surely rile them up, but you couldn't care less. It wasn't your fault that they sucked and you were amazing at billiard.

"So she IS cheating!" A bison from your right exclaimed causing you to scoff. "You never heard of sarcasm before?" Your snarky comment got everyone furious, but you didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, you looked confident with the pole in your hands.

"Your dead meat!" Without another word every single big surrounding the table tackled your form underneath, making Modo gasp in shock. He instantly took a step forward to help, but was stopped by-

You?

"Hold it for me please." You politely requested, placing your pole cue in his claws before you started cracking your knuckles with a smirk. You entered the pile, and series of grunts of pain and screams of terror followed by multiple punches and furniture breaking filled the entire area. Nobody dared to interrupt, fearing that they might be next.

You finished with a 'whew', rubbing your hands together after beating the crap out of everyone there. You moved back to Modo with the same unbothered smirk on your face. "Thanks, how about I show you how to play in return? I mean you did such a great job standing there, I could've scratched this!" You chuckled out, it was difficult to know if you just sounded amused or sarcastic with your words. But the Komodo dragon was too busy staring in awe at you that he didn't bother to know.

Why are you offering some lessons? Well, mainly because of boredom. And you know that maybe connecting with a famous Roarball player could be beneficial towards you.

When the words finally registered to his head he immediately nodded with an excited grin. "Yes! Modo will happily learn from you!" He exclaimed and hopped towards the billiard pool. "Get out of the way." He grunted and kicked a knocked out zebra on the floor before leaning against the edge with a wagging tail.

You couldn't help but let a giggle from his excitement as you moved next to him, grabbing a spare pole cue from an animal you beated on the floor and handed it towards him. He gratefully took it and started inspecting the wooden pole with a fascinated smile, he then straightened up and awaited your words.

"Alright.. so here's what you have to do first.."

➷➹➷𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧➷➹➷

"Is Modo back yet?" Olivia asked as she pulled the lever from a machine, watching it show unmatched icons before moving away to stand next to Jett standing idly with her arms crossed. She just shrugged at her question, not knowing where the reptile is too. "I don't know, but he better be back soon. It's almost curfew." She mentioned, checking her phone only to find out that it was already PAST their curfew. "Ah- no- actually scratch that, it's already past curfew." She added with a small wince at the thought of Dennis scolding them for being late.

"What? It's already 9 PM?" Will loudly called out as he busied himself in a poker match with some randoms. Lenny standing nearby gave Will a raised eyebrow look. "Just an hour ago you were nervous about this being illegal, but now your down to two chips." The giraffe mentioned with an amused grin, who only got shoo'd away by the goat with a wave of his hoove.

"Guys! Check it out!"

Everyone's attention—minus Will's because he was busy—snapped towards Archie who was creeping behind a wall. "Woah Arch, stop trying to look like a perv-" Jett's comment was instantly cut off when she noticed Modo, getting up and personal with a doe. Everyone immediately joined in on Archie's position behind the wall, with their heads peeking out to stare at the duo.

Modo was in an awkward position, since he was still learning. You were politely correcting him with a gentle nudge and push here and there, your hooves on top of his claws when you'd help him aim for the eight ball with the pole.

"Ohoho! Sneaky lizard.." Olivia snickered and secretly took a picture, with a flash. Lenny gave her a deadpan expression for that. "Seriously? The flash wasn't needed, now we look even creepier here." He stated but got hushed by the rest as Modo got frustrated and basically swallowed four of the billiard balls, now announcing himself as a winner with his arms raised up high and with you facepalming yourself.

Archie chuckled softly at the moment shared between the two, and slowly backed away with a smile. "Let's leave two alone, I'll text Dennis about Modo's predicament." The rhino suggested, though the three of them wasn't done spying on the duo just yet. Archie let's out a loud sigh and tugged—as gently as possible—their tails at once, everyone yelped from the pull effectively retracting them away from the wall.

"Owww Archie!"

"What's your problem?!"

"My tail's sensitive man.."

Olivia was pouting at Archie, Jett was glaring and hissing, and Lenny was rubbing his behind with a wince. But Archie could care less about this, he gave one stern look with a dark gaze that immediately got them to shut up.

Reluctantly the trio followed Archie towards the exit, while also passing by Will. "Oh, almost forgot." He chuckled out and grabbed Will by the hem of his shirt, lifting him up easily like a cub getting carried. The goat immediately flailed in protest and tried getting out of his strong grip. "I still have one chip left! I can win th-"

"Nope, not happening."

"Come on! Just one more!"

"Seriously.. that's starting to become unhealthy."

The team left the casino bar, without Modo. Because he was busy purring behind you when you displayed the correct position to aim. His head resting on your shoulder, his arms limp by his sides—occasionally twitching because he's resisting to wrap his arms around your waist. Modo would occasionally flicker his tongue out to lick his eyeball or snout, but his entire focus was still on you and your expertise.

"Your good, way stable than Modo." He complimented, which earned a chuckle from you. "Thanks a lot." You replied back as silence quickly followed after, save for the occasionally chatter in the area. The two now wrapped in a blanket of comfortable silence, eyes on the pool in front but pressed together like two peas in a pod.

"Uughh.." A black bear from the pile of the unconscious animals tried to get up from the floor, until your feet knocked him back down with just a single, yet powerful kick.

Dante loved kissing you in absolutely random moments and random places. The affection always slipped out in little impulsive moments, for him every place, every second and every circumstance was suited for a kiss.

𑣲 In the middle of gunfire he’ll casually pull you behind cover, kiss you once like he’s been thinking about it all day, needing to taste you desperately for a moment to function properly, then go right back to shooting.

𑣲 He absolutely kisses you after particularly stylish kills. Sword still dripping demon blood, grin sharp, “You see that combo, babe?” as he kisses you deeply, tasting your tongue like he's taking himself a prize for doing a good job.

𑣲 You’d be washing demon grime off your hands in some destroyed motel restroom and he’ll sneak up behind you, chin on your shoulder, then kiss the side of your neck slowly till his lips climb up your jaw and turns you more his way so he can meet your lips.

𑣲 He’d kiss you in elevators during awkward silence purely for entertainment. Using that brief moment of you two being completely alone and secluded in a cramp space, he possessed ability to make things real intense in such a short amount of time. Sometimes even clicking random buttons just to make the elevator ride way longer than it was supposed to take. And you'd always need to go through that embarrassing moment of getting out and passing through people waiting for their turn. Their eyes on your flushed faced, disheveled clothing and chest raising with quickened breath while your man looked all smug and proud.

𑣲 Dante kisses like he’s trying to leave you dizzy on purpose. Even quick kisses somehow feel intense with him because he always pulls you closer first; hand on your waist, thumb under your chin, fingers hooked in your belt loop, pulling your necklace, anything to keep you near him.

𑣲 If you grab his jacket or hair while kissing him, he completely loses composure for a second. You can actually feel him pause before kissing you harder, deeper, devouring your mouth and it gets real hard to keep him in tact.

For the most part.

Being a hybrid meant counteractive everything. On one half, he functioned like a regular ol' human. But the bat part always seems to wrestle it's way into everything.

Like c'mon. He eats dead animals or bugs, and when he does do regular food, he's adding the dead animals or bugs to it.

But for him? Sometimes he just wished he, well, was a bit more normal.