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American Trash | Innerpartysystem
Does this mean Matt's a Slyveon and evolves with love?

Yes, Matt is the most precious, adorable Sylveon. With ribbons and bows and everything. 

can I see a cute soft matt AU drabble?? and man i love your story's

Matthew kind of wondered sometimes how he had lived life before he had gotten a soft. Before Matt there had no one for him to talk to while he cooked, no one to feed or care for. It was nice, being aware of that small, warm little body curled into the crook of his neck as he walked around the house, cleaning and cooking, going about his daily life. But with a little company. Sometimes he would sing and feel Matt humming along in the crook of his neck. It was a pleasant little existence that they shared. 

He’d been nervous, at first, about letting Matt sleep in his bed. He didn’t want to end up squashing his little friend accidentally. But Matt had never been squished and he rested happily on Matthew’s pillow, eyes blinking as he staved off sleep. 

"You’re the best thing that ever happened to me," Matthew whispered, kissing the top of Matt’s head and watching the soft curl into his hair. 

The next morning, Matthew woke up nose-to-chest with a stranger, looking up, panic welling inside him, Matthew blinked. That- “Matt?”

5, for 2p!Fem!Canada/Fem!America (is there a pairing name for this?)

"You’re stuck with me until we can get you back to the presinct," Amelia said shortly, snapping the cuffs into place. The sooner they could get out of here the better. This was the hide-out of a very important drug cartel after all. 

"Did you just handcuff us together?" Max asked in disbelief, staring, utterly horrified, at the cold glint of metal, "I didn’t do anything!" 

"Under grounds of suspicious behaviour you will be taken to a holding cell until we can ascertain what was going on," the policewoman said primly, "We’re going now."

"Suspicious-?" Max hissed, about to say something more when voices and lights came from outside. Eyes going wide, she grabbed Amelia and yanked her down behind the desk. "Now we’re in trouble."

vb truth or dare

"Truth or dare?" That smirk was making Alfred supremely uncomfortable as he watched the way Tommy’s tongue trailed slowly over his teeth, flicking over the place where one was missing, inviting Alfred in. 

"Dare," he said with more boldness than he felt, jerking his chin into the air, blue fire in his eyes, which went out like someone had tossed a bucket of water over him when Tommy’s grin widened. 

"I dare you to touch me," the tone of voice, the way the corners of his eyes crinkled up mischievously, Alfred cursed himself. He couldn’t back out now, he’d agreed to dare. 

Determination in the set of his jaw, Alfred leant across the circle of their whooping, jostling peers to brush his fingers over Tommy’s cheek, watching the sudden vulnerability in his eyes as Alfred’s thumb lingered at the corner of his mouth.

Sex Shop Au with Red Velvet Pancakes & Veggie Burger please~?

There was just something so very awkward about walking into a sex shop. 

Maybe it was the tacky neon signage, maybe it was posters of suggestively photoshopped women that were plastered to the walls. Maybe it was the fact that the people behind the counter were going to know exactly what he wanted and what he wanted it for. 

It was with that in mind that Matt walked in, head down, and tried to browse through the aisles, wishing that he had just ordered the damn thing online. That would have been so much easier. But he had wanted to see it for himself and it was cheaper to just come here. 

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, I, um," he muttered, the words, "I’m looking for a fleshjack," tumbling from his lips as he stared at the man behind him. Bright eyes and a gorgeous smile, Matt felt his cheeks heating in a hitherto unknown level of blush.

"Right this way," a gentle hand rested on the small of his back, guiding him down the rows of toys and DVDs until they came to a specific rack. "What’s your pleasure? We have all available orifices in stock and a wide selection of cases. This one is particularly fun because the case is clear, so it’s fun to use with a partner."

Matt couldn’t stop staring at those soft lips as the other explained the ins and outs of the different models. “This one is very nice, the casing is flexible so when you squeeze, you can feel it. I also recommend a textured sleeve.”

Picking out his choices, it was hard not to keep blushing all the way to the counter as the shop assistant filled him in on cleaning and care. 

"Seeing as you’re taking the Ice Fleshlight, you’re going to need a lot of lube," he said, moving behind the counter, "Especially a big guy like you. This," he pulled out a bottle with a turquoise label, "Is one of my personal favourite flavours." Matt nodded dumbly, handing over his card while the shop assistant packed everything in a neat, discrete bag. 

"I’ve put my card in there, so if you have any problems at all," that smile was doing wonderful things to Matt’s pulse, "Just call me."

It turned out that the shop assistant’s name was Matthew, and he had a very hands on approach to teaching.

Xeeeenaaaaaa I’m buuuuusssyyyyyy

Sorry my drabbles are a bit on the slow side today, I’m mostly patterning my Harley Quinn costume. Which I will later be making a tutorial of because it might help someone out there. I know I had a really hard time finding anything heplful.

2: PruHun

"Flowers?" Erzsé said, raising an eyebrow at Gilbert as he thrust a bouquet of peonies at her. Breathing evenly, he only just managed to keep his blush at bay. "This is only a fake date to get my mother off my back, you know that, right?"

"Of course I do, but you want it to look real, don’t you?" he answered back haughtily. The had looked so much like her hairclips that he had thought she might like them. And he was rewarded when her expression softened a little bit and she stroked the soft petals.

"Yeah, I guess that’s true. I’m going to go put these in water."

The drive to Erzsébet’s mother’s house consisted of her turning off his radio even though he knew she loved the song just so that she could drill the details of their supposed relationship into his head. Which was pointless because he already knew them all. It was every fantasy he had ever head of how their relationship could have been rolled into one.

Dinner went well enough. Gilbert was - terrifyingly - charming and - even more horrifying - polite. He was courteous and respectful. Not only to her mother and grandmother but to Erzsébet herself. Passing her things and smiling at her in a way that made her think that maybe being with him wouldn’t be such a bad thing, really. 

And when her mother asked Gilbert if he loved her daughter, Erzsé felt her heart twist when he looked at her in the most un-Gilbert fashion and said, “Yes.”

AU ideas!


➸ gets into a cab only to find someone else already inside AU
out walking their dog who starts chasing after the other person’s dog AU
cat/dog runs away and other person finds it AU
mistaken identity AU
pen pals AU
sit next to each other in orchestra AU
partners in (literal) crime AU (theft? fraud? hacking? murder?)
partners in dance class AU
trapped on a deserted island together AU
wizard AU where one accidentally apparates into the wrong house
protester and police officer AU
lab partners AU
new neighbors AU
one’s blind and falls in love with the other’s voice AU
hair stylist/make up artist and actor/model AU
bffs when they were little but one moved away and they run into each other again AU
mailman(/woman) and person who receives a lot of mail AU
private detective and client AU
➸ archaeologist AU
paramedic AU
runaway royalty and confused commoner AU
android and human AU
ghosts in love AU
go to the same support group AU
just keep running into each other everywhere AU
orchestra player/pianist and concertgoer AU
younger siblings are best friends AU
photographer and model AU
writer and editor AU
immortal and non-immortal AU
➸ screenwriter and director AU
greek god and roman counterpart AU

The Discworld anon is back! Hello Discworld Anon!! I’ll get to yours soon, I have about five others to do first, though, I’m looking forward to it though!

That was my last drabble for the night but you should totally send me stuff to write tomorrow.

13: Black Velvet Burgers

"Where’re you headed?" 

Alfred looked dubiously at the machine and the man astride it, the rumbling of his voice and the purring of the  engine merging together in the strangest, best of ways. Did he really want to get on that motorbike? 

"A ways," he shrugged, "I’m trying to get to Toronto."

"I can get you as far as Ottawa if you split gas with me," the man answered, his visor barely up enough to speak through but all the same. He needed to go or he’d miss his flight home and a taxi all the way across country was too expensive. This didn’t sound too bad though. 

"Deal. I’m Alfred," he held out a hand and the man on the bike shook it. His hands were rough and warm and Alfred felt good about the rest of this trip. 

"Matt. Get on." Backpack on his back and glad of his own leather jacket, Alfred swung a leg over the bike and wrapped his arms around Matt, feeling his stomach leap when the bike leapt forward onto the open road.

I should just take art commissions. If people brought them.