Ask the Sinners

Plushie

  The Sinners walk in on you cuddling your favorite plushie. (Girl reader edition.)

  Venomania

  Sati: Y/N? Y/N, where are you? *opens door* Ah, there you ar-I....what the-
  Y/N: *cuddling a red panda plushie*
  *seconds of awkward silence*
  Y/N: Either you get out, or I scream. Take your pick.
  Sati: *bolts*

  Banica

  Banica: Hon, I'm going to pick up dinner. I'll be back in thirty minutes.
  *dead silence*
  Banica: Y/N? Did you hear me? Y/N! Answer me!
  *pushes the door open*
  *Y/N is on her bed, holding a custom made Banica plushie to her body, watching a video*
  Y/N: Hmm? Did you say something?
  Banica: *not amused* I'm going to get dinner. I'll be back soon.
  Y/N: Cool.

  Riliane

Riliane: *looks around* I'm bored. Imma go get Y/N and watch some videos with her.
Allen: I've been here the whole time??!!
Riliane: Yeah, but you're my brother. She's my girlfriend.
Allen: Ok, rude.
Riliane: *enters the disaster that is Y/N's room*
Riliane: Wanna watch a video with m-what...what are you doing?
Y/N: *looks up from her bed*
*she has a Roy Mustang plushie in her hands, and she was forcing him to dance to the Wii theme music*
Y/N: What does it look like I'm doing?
Riliane: Torture.
Y/N: *grins* Torture tower doesn't sleep*
Riliane: *leaves the room*

Margarita

Margarita: *walking to Y/N's room* Dear, I need help with something.
*opens the door*
Y/N: *is passed out on her bed, a custom Platonic plushie by her head*
Margarita: *shuts the door*

Kayo

*it's storming outside*
Kayo: I better check on Y/N. I know she doesn't like storms.
Kayo: *gently opens Y/N's door*
Y/N: *looks up from her game*
*her plushie is strapped across her chest with a bath robe tie/string thingie*
Kayo: May I join?
Y/N: Sure, I guess.

Gallerian

Gallerian: Y/N, Michelle, where are you? We must be going. We're late enough as it is for dinner.
*inside Y/N's room, she and Michelle are doing a mini concert with their stuffed animals*
Gallerian: .......we need to go.
Y/N: That's not fair!!
Gallerian: Your tears won't work on me. Not after we've been dating for this long.
Y/N: *standing up* It was worth a shot.
Michelle: *getting up too* Yeah.

Nemesis

Nemesis: Darling, we need to go. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can destroy Gammon at bowling.
*no response*
Nemesis: That's weird.
*inside Y/N's room*
Nemesis: I thought she was in here. *turns around*
Y/N: *on top of her closet shelf, holding the plushie that Nemesis bought her to her chest*
*more awkward staring*
Nemesis: Ya know what, I'm leaving.
Y/N: Cool.

  (Two bonus things that aren't related.)
 
  1) It was been 100 years since the death of Hollywood director William Desmond Taylor.

  2) took out the original number two because askskakakakansnsjshhjffffffffdkkkkkkkkk/I don't want to write something I'll regret.