Parte 1!

((FANCULO WATTPAD NON AVRAI LA MIA STORIAAAAA) Wattpad mi ha cancellato il vecchio "Mob Poly Drabbles" per fortuna avevo mandato tutte le mie oneshot alla mia migliore amica quindi posso ripubblicarle.) Benvenuti! Conoscerete di sicuro la Mob, ma avete mai pensato a questa squadra come una relazione poliamorosa? Se siete curiosi, cliccate su "Leggi"! Bye bye, ~Jay♡

Cover art belongs to @trixielovesick Ink is a badass that has pretty much owned the school since seventh grade. She takes no shit and isn't afraid to hurt anyone. Until she meets Error. The new kid that seems to be quiet and keeps to himself. She takes a liking to him quickly. As Error tries to change her heart, she has to keep her home life a secret in fear that he'll find out how she got to be so angry. This story contains abuse, rape, sexual innuendos, self harm, and mention of death and murder. If you do not like this. Don't read it. It's that simple.

Sad oneshots of errorink

Los Angeles, America. Presente. Erano tra i mostri più ricercati dell'America: la Mob, il gruppo di cinque Sans che terrorizzava le strade della splendente Los Angeles. Certo non erano gli unici criminali, ma la polizia era in mano ad uno dei loro nemici perciò davano la caccia soprattutto a loro. SwapFell Red Sans, conosciuto semplicemente come SwapFell, era il mostro più distaccato della Mob; certo, anche lui adorava il dolce profumo dei soldi, ma a volte non riusciva proprio a sopportare il suo capo, Blight Sans, o semplicemente Blight. Era autoritario e pieno del suo ego, tuttavia in fondo ci teneva alla famiglia che era la Mob. Era tutto un gioco di sguardi e sarcasmo, SwapFell non sarebbe mai caduto ai suoi piedi; eppure, una sera, il piccolo flirt di Blight, catturò SwapFell in una rete dalla quale non poteva più fuggire. Era solo una sera, no? Non avrebbe cambiato nulla. Vero? Eppure il rosso non riusciva a togliersi dalla testa gli occhi azzurri del suo capo, occhi che adorava e che gli facevano bramare lussuria. Cominciò un altro gioco, più accesso e più passionale: Blight, ormai innamorato, iniziò a cercar di rubare il cuore a SwapFell. Ma l'altro era convinto che se si fosse lasciato andare, se ne sarebbe pentito. Aveva paura dell'amore e dei sentimenti che faceva provare. SwapFell non voleva innamorarsi di Blight. Ma non poteva non farlo.

(Welp this could get interesting, saw this picture and you know thought of another whole dark book, story whatever. So let's do this again.) The need for an easy out, a release, for feeling, drives some monsters to do scary things. Horror's lack of, or at least struggle to use magic makes him an easy target for that abuse. Anything they want to do could be done to him, and probably has. He wants it to stop but it hasn't and he thinks it never will. But there is one thing he has always found strange. That strange thing is the fact that someone doesn't do anything to him, at least they've never done anything bad... He wanted to know why...he wanted to escape... He wanted...to much...for him at least...

NOT FOR DE CHILDREN Kill, steal, run. It's survival of the fittest for all Thieves and their groups. The more people in a group the better. Relationships are formed, friendships broken, and families, gone. Ink has always understood that's life. People come and go and there's nothing she can do.

Parte seconda del libro Piccole Stelline. La storia cambierà di male in peggio e faremo la conoscenza di un personaggio tutto nuovo. Il tempo sarà l'amico principale di tutti i nostri amici protagonisti, assieme a Quantum viaggeranno nel tempo, universi e anche altri... FANDOM. Chissà cosa accadrà.....

"How do you say idiot in Italian?" "Bell'uomo." [ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛] "You're a bell'uomo." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession with sunglasses and constant talking went well with his quite behavior and glares he sent to everyone else. They weren't a likely match but somehow they understood each other more than anyone else could. He was rude and blunt to everyone; everyone but her. She was extroverted and bold to all; especially him. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Isabelle Ariti just wanted waffles and to meet someone new. She didn't expect to spark the mafias dons right hand mans interest. Leonardo Rossi just wanted to be alone and have coffee. He wasn't expecting the talkative girl that didn't know what a filter was to rope him in with her unexpected comments. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. "Do you love me?" "Endlessly." .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. The chapters get better as the story goes on/theres character development Words: 137,631k .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The most this fanfiction contains is fluff, angst, and whatever you call a singular making out session. Enjoy! [ALL ART BY ME] Horror and Dust, even working on same teams, could never tell each other how they felt. No matter how many times they are partnered up for missions. Although, that doesn't mean they don't open up, they have just never had the time to get to know one another personally. Horror, being one that doesn't mind talking about himself, while Dust barely opens up at all. Which is why.. Dust was always fond of echo flowers. He can open up to something that isn't actually listening. The only problem is that the echo flowers repeat it, so he enjoys keeping different echo flowers for different logs when he feels like he needs to vent deep in the forest behind Nightmare's mansion. Nobody knows he goes out and does these things... but that doesn't mean somebody won't find out. The night Horror catches Dust going out during night hours, some would wonder how he reacts to Dust's logs and how he keeps them.. Will he keep it a secret, even from Dust himself? Even after learning some of Dust's deepest secrets? [Started: 6/8/2022] [Ended: 7/1/2022]