Fun Fact: Im AutisticIm Gonna Do A Thing Inspired By Another Person

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Loid Forger | Twilight & Franky Franklin Characters: Loid Forger | Twilight, Franky Franklin Additional Tags: Smoking, Tobacco Addiction, New Year's Resolutions, Quitting Smoking, Fluff, Comfort Summary:

New year's resolutions aren't easy to maintain. But it's always easier with a bit of help.

Book character with IA

I love IA art and what I like most is creating book characters based on the descriptions in the books.

So here is a character that I really like from an english book this time (that I read in french of course 😅).

The book is Starfell. It's a serie, I've only read the first book ...

This character is Nolin Tantôt (well, at least in the french version, I don't know if it's the same in the english one) and he is a kind of witch with long white hair.

Hope you like it 😋

Hi everyone !

First, I'm so sorry I was out for so long (it's been like two months ... two months ? wow ...).

Just been really busy I guess.

So, well, merry (late) Christmas I suppose.

Hope you're doing well, you spent an amazing Christmas party and all ...

I had a drawing tablet for Christmas (yay !), I'm training and GOSH this is harder than I expected.

But I don't give up (not yet).

I'm training, maybe soon I'll be able to actually draw something with it.

I won't lie, I would looove to make Franky drawings with it, but hey I've still got a lot of progress to make before being able to do so.

Well, we'll see ...

Anyways, this won't stop my love for Franky and I'm training for him haha (cause drawing is already hard and with this thing it's even harder lmao) and I'll see y'all in two months !

(Maybe I'm joking. Or maybe not.)

I would like to start writing a fanfic with Franky, but first I would like to know what you would prefer ...

Sweet dreams (Franky x reader)

Franky slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realise. You were here. You were next to him, in his bed. You were still sleeping though. Absolutely stunned, he couldn't stop looking at you. Your (h/c) hair, a bit messy after the night, your pretty face, your lips... No, this couldn't be real. He was sleeping ans he was only imagining you in his dream. You wouldn't be here otherwise. While he was thinking about pinching himself, just to be sure, a small sigh escaped your lips. Your (e/c) eyes were looking at him. You were smiling.

- Hey... Did you sleep well? you asked.

Franky was still wondering if he was dreaming or not, so he decided to answer.

- Yeah, thanks. And you ?

- Very well. Yesterday was incredible.

Oh. He had absolutely no memories about what happened the last night.

- Yeah, sure … Er … (y/n) … I’m not sure I remember everything.

At least he hadn’t forgot your name. You started to laugh, and Franky literally feel his cheeks blush. He loved your laugh, it was like the almost magical sound of a tiny bell.

- What do you remember exactly ?

- Actually, almost nothing.

- Wow. I didn’t know you were this drunk.

Oh no. He knew what he was able to do when he was drunk. And, if he was so drunk that he couldn’t remember anything except your name, who knows what he could have done …

- Okay, it doesn’t matter, I’ll help you. We met in this small bar, a few streets from here … Still don’t remember ?

Franky shook his head.

- We talked, we laughed, we drunk … A lot, apparently.

You smiled, and Franky blushed even more.

- And then you took me here, and then … Oh, come on, don’t tell me you forgot this too.

Franky made an effort. He started to see some scenes, but everything was blurry. The bar, the sound of the glasses, your smiling face, and then the cold air of the night, your little body shivering. He was too drunk to feel the cold so he gave you his sweater. But what had he done after ?

It came to his mind suddenly. He remembered now. Your soft lips on his, your skin surprisingly hot in spite of the cold outside …

- So ? you asked.

- I really did this ?

- I guess so.

- And you … you stayed ?

- What kind of girl do you think I am ? You thought I would kiss you, come in your bed and then leave you in the middle of the night ?

- No, it’s just …

He could feel tears starting to well up as he talked. No, not now.

- It’s just … that’s how it goes usually.

- Really ? Hey, Franky, are you okay ?

- Yeah …

- Are you crying ?

- No … (y/n) … Do you really want to be here ? I mean, do you really want to be here, next to me ?

- Of course I do !

You took him in your arms. Tears rolled down his face and he couldn’t stop sobbing.

- Schh, it’s okay, calm down … I … I really like you, you know ?

- You know, (y/n), when I woke up and saw you, I thought I was dreaming …

You smiled. He smiled too. If this was a dream, it was the best he’d ever had.