#IT TOOK A MOMENT TO LOAD. I WAS LIKE 'OOOH A MESSAGE FROM MY FRIEND WHAT COULD IT BE :)'

[flxwer-prince]

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[binniesthighs]

hello stranger | reader x changbin |

a/n: hehe hello cuties, before i get to the chapter, I just wanted to say thank you so much for all of the support and lovely messages you that you sent to me for the last chapter. as I said, it was one that was super personal to me and for it to be so relatable and emotional for you all makes my heart feel so, so full. these themes are going to continue, so please read the warnings cuties. as always, thank you so very much for reading my stories <3 

Part 6 

Pairing: self insert, female reader x seo changbin, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: strangers to lovers, fluff, smut, angst 

Tags: (of this part) college au, rapper!changbin, rapper!jisung, establishedfwb!jisung, artist!reader, skz side characters, bestfriend!chan, bestfriend!felix, roommate!minho, explicit language, HARD fluff to HARD angst, some sensual-azz fuckin’ (muhaha), unprotected sex (stay safe cuties!), lil bit of breath play, nipple play (f), cumshot, mentions of food, changbin has a cute butt (that’s the tweet) 

CWs: aftereffects of traumatic experiences, mentions of past toxic relationship, self sabotaging tendencies 

Word count: 6.6k (remember when i said i wasn’t gonna write long chapters? wellllll...ooP)  

Chapters 

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7

When you were back in high school, before you knew a thing about what love was, your Art teacher had given you an assignment: what do you think that love looks like? At first, all you had really known love to be was the kind that you shared with your friends and your parents, and maybe with your family dog. You had read about love in your favorite books and seen it in your favorite movies, but you had never really considered what it looked like. Obviously, the assignment was all up for you to decide, but there being a million and one things that you considered love to be, to put it to paper with your own hand was something different entirely. 

At first, when you thought of love, you thought of the typical: hearts, hugs, the colors red and pink. But, this was too simple. 

“What are you drawing?” You had sneakily whispered to your classmate. 

She shrugged, and continued scratching away at her sketchbook. You had peeked to see what she was putting together, and for her, she had started to draw what looked like a house on the edge of a lake. The house was in the middle of nowhere and it was surrounded by trees of all different kinds and there was a single bench that sat at the edge of the water. 

You figured, love can be a place, so you started drawing that. 

Your pencil swiped over the paper in strokes big and small, and the lead rubbed off on the side of your pinky as you outlined the corners of your apartment building. 

You thought, I love the people who live here, therefore, this must be love. 

It made sense. People and places could make up love. 

When you turned in your drawing of your apartment building you were surprised to see the variety of other paintings and drawings that the other students had turned in. One student had turned in a whole piece that had been drawn with oil pastel. It was a jumbling of colors: mostly red, as you had expected, but it also held streaks of gold, black and teal. You remember your teacher really liking that one. 

Today, if you would’ve gotten that assignment, it would’ve been completely different. 

It was a sunny afternoon when you sat at your easel with your pencil in hand. Drawing out the mere outline and rough draft, tears welled in your eyes. A long time ago you had promised yourself that if your art didn’t mean anything, what even was it?

The sun filled your room in the golden hour of the day best it could from your frosted glass window. The warmth that the rays held made your whole body swell with a warmth, and it gave your shaking arms the power to keep going. 

You brushed lightly over the rough canvas with your pencil, tracing out the lines as if they were the very memories that you had kept painted in your mind. 

You drew a snowy night, not much unlike the ones that you had been seeing recently. You drew an empty alley, not lit by much light. You drew the way that the oil slicked in potholes mixed with the snow. You planned out the way that the industry of the city lit his back as he stared out into that dark expanse where you knew that darker figures were hiding. You drew him. You drew him on that exact same night that you had fist seen him: a dark outline, who would become full of color. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

“What’s that?” 

Changbin pointed to your easel with a sheet draped over it. 

“A surprise.” You answered. “I know that I’m not good with surprises, but, are you?” 

“I don’t mind them.” He chuckled. “For me?” 

“Mmhm. Its not ready yet so you’ll have to wait.” 

“I’m fine with waiting.” He sighed out. 

You nuzzled closer into his bare chest, right up to his heartbeat. Both of you were admittedly a bit dewy in your sweaty afterglow, but this was of no concern to you. These past few days, this had been your preferred way to drift off to sleep. Even on the occasional times when the both of you would be too busy to make the time, when you finally could see him, it was everything to you. In his large and muscled arms, there was no place else where you had felt safer. You too wrapped your whole being around him with a feeling so close it must’ve been unreal. If you could hear the muffled little rhythm of his heartbeat, you were sure that he could hear yours. 

“Soon, all this snow is gonna melt, and then I can take you to loads of other places. I’m just getting started.” Changbin’s airy breath tickled your scalp. 

“Really? Taking me to all the usual places?” You mocked. 

“No.” He said seriously. “I want to take you to places I haven’t taken anyone before. My secret places. I...you know...wouldn’t mind if you could draw them for me either.” 

You giggled, “Ever heard of taking a picture?” 

“Hey! It’s not the same.” 

“Fineee. Okay, okay. I’ll draw them for you.” Your fingertips traced down the muscles of his back. “Maybe I should start charging if you’re gonna keep being like this.” 

“You don’t do pro-bono?” He ran along with your joke. 

“If you ask nicely, maybe I’ll consider it.” 

He tsked, “Could you please draw for me?” 

You masked another adoring chuckle. “I do like it when you say please.” 

Everything about the one moment felt so sickly sweet, it was like you must’ve dreamt it up. In between the swaddling of sheets, you tried your best to enjoy the one moment: it was just enough to keep the doubtful whispers away. After all that he had done, said, all the pain that he had kissed away, or compliments he had hushed into your ear, the creeping feeling that you hardly deserved it all would rear it’s head time and again, even when you didn’t expect it to.

The two of you were quiet for a moment as you fell into the serenity of just existing together. After a while, you would narrow your focus best on the way that his breaths would rise and fall and the way this his body heat would melt into yours under the mess of sheets that neither of you bothered to fix. He would use his thumb to rub reassuring little strokes into the back of your neck where he had you. 

Your hand would fall down his arm, all the way down this wrist where his scar lived. Ever since you had noticed it, you couldn’t stop looking at it. Every time that you did, you were given a tangible reminder of everything that he had been, and was, to you. You rose the uneven skin to your lips to gift a little kiss to it. 

Changbin tried his best to hide his giddy smirk at the action. 

“Do you have to leave tonight?” You settled his arm around you once more. 

“No. Not tonight. But, for the next few days I don’t think I’ll be able to. They put me on the matinee shifts at the theater. I fucking hate those. No one comes in at all so it’s like I’m just sitting there.” 

“Wanna sneak me in some time this week? I should have a break.” 

“I would but...I’d prefer to keep that job. As much as I hate it.” 

“We could do something this Thursday? You aren’t busy on Thursdays as much right?” 

“Ahhhh I think so.” Changbin rolled the two of you over, allowing himself to lean over top of you. With a sly smirk he lowered his voice to say, “You know, my ribs really aren’t hurting as much any more.” 

“Oooh? Good to know.” You ruffled his curly strands. 

“I’m trying to say that I can go for another round if you would like to?” He bowed his head to kiss lightly into your neck and the fading love bites that he had put there himself. 

Your eyes wandered to your clock telling you that it was nearly 2 in the morning. If you had better judgement, you would’ve said no. But, these days, judgement wasn’t something that you took too seriously. 

He kissed down deeper, and pulled at your skin just in the way that he knew you liked it. Changbin knew the ins and outs of you perfectly, as well as exactly what to do send you quivering under him. All he had to do was press his body into yours so you could feel his weight, and it made you fold just for him. He followed his kisses up your jaw where he then lead them into your bottom lip and over every angle that your mouth would crave him. He often didn’t mean to do it intentionally, but between your parted mouths, his tongue would sneakily find yours, and he would slowly slide it against yours. 

“Do you want to?” He muttered between kisses. 

Under the covers, his hand cascaded down your side in a way that tickled slightly, but also made you shiver. 

He broke from his kiss to hold your eyes seriously. “We don’t have to.” 

“No, I want to.” You reached up to hold his sleepy and puffy face in your hands. 

Changbin said nothing more, but instead returned to weaving kisses back down your neck. Under your waist, you felt him angle up your hips higher and the heat of his tip teased at your entrance still slick with your arousal from before, and now renewed. He bowed his head down to your chest to pump himself with a few muffled grunts. After, he rose his head to hold your eyes with his own. The muscles on his arms flared where he held himself up, and those adorable little stretch marks in the corners of his arms moved with them. 

“God, you’re so beautiful.” 

You melted under his compliment. No matter who many times he had said it, you still weren’t use to it. 

“So are youuuu.” You said with a dreamy tone. One other thing that you had figured out about him was that returning such comments to him made him a flustered mess. It was utterly adorable for someone as stoic as him at times. 

“Psh.” He scoffed, then lowered his voice once again. “Beautiful how I fill you up sweetheart?” Changbin angled your waist up higher, then spread your thighs, finally pushing them into your body to tighten you. He aligned himself over you, then pushed himself in agonizingly slow. “Beautiful how I can fuck you so deep? How I can m-make you...” 

He had given up on talking, but rather thrust himself further into you with his shaking breaths and little “mmm’s” getting caught on his tongue. 

“B-Bin...fuck, f-feels s-so good--”

He pushed your legs up closer to your body, allowing himself greater access to graze your g-spot. Your busy fingers found their way around his back to claw all the way down. He still relished in taking his time with you, and would never rush fucking you--it was as if he had all the time in the world to unravel you. You returned around him, tightening has he fucked in and out with his own pace. After a while of doing the same, his hand crept around your neck to give you a couple choking squeezes that made you whimper out like a kitten. He would never keep it going for long however, but rather indulged himself in the way that your gasps would remind him of how good it all felt. After, Changbin dipped his thumb into your mouth to run the pad over your tongue. 

The tip of his teeth caught the skin of his lip which he bit into hard. 

“You feel so good baby. F-feels so good on my cock. It’s all for you angel.” 

An unrestrained groan escaped from your mouth as he continued and your orgasm pooled steadily. In and attempt to steady yourself you clawed back into your pillow supporting your head. 

He swiftly changed your position, taking both of his hands to turn you on your stomach. Without a pause he lead his swelling head back into your pussy where he kept on going at his favored slow pace. Your face smushed into the pillow with hips raised in the air. The fluffy fabric muffled your helpless moans. 

“Louder for me princess.” He growled. 

With one hand he arched over to tweak at your nipples with force: twisting and pulling, then he wet his hand with his own saliva to let your skin feel the cold and wet sensation. His other hand he used to reach around and rub circles into your clit. He was gentle at first, but worked your bud harder and faster. Your knees and legs shook the faster he rubbed, and you spilled your loudest and most unapologetic moans into the room that had risen in temperature. 

“Fuck...” He swore. Changbin allowed himself to quicken his pace inside of you. The action alone sent you spinning wildly into your orgasm: a tear of white hot heat that shook your whole body and turned your swollen bud into a sensitive mess under his fingers which did stop, even when when he knew that you had just cum all over them. The harder he pressed, the more wonderfully painful it felt, and you let your tears fall hot from your eyes to the sheet. You attempted to call out his name, but no words that left your mouth made sense. 

He turned your body once more, using brutish hands on your hips as he pulled you overtop of the sheets to fuck you into the bed once more with your sweating back stuck to the comforter. Your body shook with your orgasm still, and you needily brought his lips down to yours to kiss him with your thank you’s as he milked himself out in your tightening walls. 

Changbin was animalistic in the way that he finally let his hips snap over you, at last reaching his orgasm mere seconds after he had pulled out and jerked himself over you. Ribbons of his white cum came spilling out over your gasping chest and stomach and dripped lazily from his pink and flaring tip. He took in shallow inhales as he did, and kept rubbing until the very end and he had nothing more to give. Even as his hand dropped, you took his dick in your own hand to just twist lightly and ride out the last of his orgasm. He softened in your hand with eyes closed in his focus and came down. 

The combination of your lust held in the air for a few silent moments, then he collapsed back down next to you into a blushing and exhausted mess. His pink chest shook, and his soft heather eyes found you. 

“We should...probably take a shower right?” 

“Probably.” You grinned. 

Changbin leaned over to plant even more sugary sweet kisses on top of your lips. He always was one to admire his work, so he chuckled lightly seeing the way that he had properly covered you in his cum. 

“I can help you clean that off.” 

The bed shook and he rose to get you something to clean up. You wished that you could’ve moved to see him saunter around your room without a single piece of clothing on. It was no secret that he had one hell of a cute butt. 

Changbin helped you out of the bed, finding that your legs had started to shake and betray you a bit more harshly than you had intended. He ran the water for you both, inviting you in to take the task of cleaning you to himself. He took the suds in his own hands to brush them all over your body and took careful and gentle attention to the more sensitive parts of your body. He giggled a little at the way that even under the warm water, your nipples would still harden when he ghosted his fingers over them with soap. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” You scolded him. 

He took care of the little bruises on your neck and collarbones, giving them kisses under the clear stream of water as if he was healing them. After he was done, you did the same and cleaned out his hair with your shampoo. He always let out happy little groans when you would massage his scalp. He still had a couple scrapes on his face from a few weeks ago, so you kissed all of them too. 

Changbin’s favorite part was how he could mess up your hair with the towel afterword and make you look as ridiculous as possible. Of course, you would do the same. You would brush your teeth together, and dress somewhat all of the way back again. A while ago he decided keeping clothes at your place was a good idea, but you ended up wearing them more than he did. You blamed it on dirty laundry, but you really did just like the way that they would smell all tangled up in your blankets on your nights alone. 

With bare legs, you would tangle yourselves all up in eachother once more, and not even bother to look at what time it was then. 

As it had become his habit, before the two of you drifted to sleep, Changbin would kiss into your forehead “l love you. You know?” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Chocolatey goodness wafted up Felix’s nose, and he let out a happy little squeal. 

“~Thank youuu~” He beamed to the waitress. 

He took a careful sip not to burn his tongue, then turned his head to watch the way that the snow had started to flurry outside of the diner window. Minho flipped the pages of his book and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

“Whatcha reading?” Felix said with a little tap of his feet under the table. 

Rather than answering, Minho sighed out and closed his book. “Nothing now. If you’re gonna ask questions, then I’ll get distracted, so, nothing now.” 

“Oh. Sorry.” Felix frowned. 

Minho rolled his eyes, suddenly becoming exasperated over his new friend’s dramatic reaction. 

“It was something that I’m assigned to read for one of my classes. It’s about economics or something like that. I’m kind of just skimming; reading because I have to....” He took a sip of his coffee. “Y/n should be reading the same book considering that we are in the same class...but I haven’t even seen you with it yet.” 

You prodded at your plate of half eaten waffles. “About that...” 

“If you think that I’m gonna give you the SparkNotes you are sorely mistaken.” 

You writhed in your seat a bit like an upset toddler. “Come onnnnn, Minho, you know that I don’t have time for that, working at the library and such...”  

“--More like stealing my roommate from me. I hardly see him at our apartment anymore.” Minho made his remark with a type of snark, but knowing him, he was still just as sarcastic. 

“Yeah,” Felix piped up. “The three of us haven’t hung out in a while either!” 

“...Sorry, I’ve just been getting...caught up in things.” 

Minho cleared his throat. “I’m not saying that its a bad thing. It’s just something that I’ve noticed.” 

Felix nodded, “Me too! I’m really happy for you!! So is Chan, don’t get me wrong. We haven’t seen you so happy and like, not serious in such a long time. Really, I’m so so glad that you have someone like him for a boyfriend.” 

Your fork scratched your plate. “--Boyfriend?” 

“Yeah!” Felix beamed. “Isn’t that what he is?” 

Minho too held an expectant gaze. 

“I-I don’t think...we hadn’t really talked about what it is that we’re doing...or are.” 

“So you’re saying that he’s not your boyfriend?” Minho cocked his head in his confusion. “Well, you ask him and he’ll think that it’s a different story.” 

“H-he talks about me?” You sat up straighter. 

“Well, he hasn’t explicitly said anything, but the way that he never shuts the fuck up...” Minho suddenly became much more interested in his coffee. 

“What? You don’t want him to be your boyfriend?” Felix looked just as confused. 

In your hands, you crinkled up the napkin that you had resting on your lap. You hadn’t in fact, ever thought of such. Merely, you had thought that you loved him, and that you enjoyed being around him and that he had made you happy. Was it odd that the thought had never crossed your mind? 

“And he hasn’t said anything about it either?” Felix leaned in. To his side, Minho nudged his arm in the most non-obvious way possible. 

“...No?” 

Your heartbeat quickened in pace. 

“Af...after everything that happened back then? Didn’t you say that he like, confessed or something and you did the same? You’ve only been hanging out with eachother for weeks?” Felix pushed his cocoa away from himself to lay his hands flat on the table. 

“I...don’t think that we should press the issue.” Minho patted down the boy sitting next to him. 

It was the feeling that you had been avoiding for weeks: that kind of uncertainty and fear that you had pushed down so far after the night that it all came together, but you didn’t expect it to manifest like this. In your chest a knot tied itself together tightly and in a way that you couldn’t explain. 

“I...just like what's happening right now between us, I didn’t think that he would want--” 

Felix nudged Minho by the hip, motioning for him to let him out of his side of the booth. Minho rolled his eyes, but did so muttering, “I said we shouldn’t press the issue but here you go...” 

Felix slid over to your side of the booth, nearly shoving you up close to the wall with how near he scooched to you. Carefully, he removed the napkin that you had scrunched up into your palm. 

“Relax okay? You’re doing it again. Just calm down.” While his tone was sweet, you couldn’t help but find some condescending edge--real or not. 

“Doing what? I don’t think that I’m doing anything wrong??” 

Felix let you squeeze his hand tight, as patient as ever. 

“Do you not want him to be your boyfriend?” He repeated. “But he treats you so nicely? There’s nothing to worry about.” 

At first you were angry at yourself, angry at yourself for feeling the hot tears well up in your eyes in public, 

I’m so fucking pathetic. 

Secondly, you were furious at yourself for feeling anything less than the happiness that had made up your whole world for the past few weeks. You had worked so hard just to make something that made sense, and he made sense. Why did it have to be much more complicated than that? 

“Y/n?” Felix bowed his head down with his softening gaze. 

“F-Felix, I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I’m just trying to understand so I can help you out with this. Clearly there’s something that’s upsetting you about, I don’t know, putting a label on it? If that’s the right word--” 

Minho sucked at his teeth, “He’s too nice to say that you’re self sabotaging again. Listen, you don’t have to have the answers right now, we’re just saying you’re getting in your own way at having something that could be really great.” 

Felix shot daggers in Minho’s direction. 

“I wasn’t gonna say this, but Bin’s been going through shit right now with his family that I’m sure he isn’t telling you about. Someone tipped them off about what he’s been doing and they’re furious. He’s been telling them that no one knows that he’s tied to them when he raps but they aren’t listening. Literally when he goes to see you it’s like, what’s helping him forget all that shit. He cares about you a fuck ton, and I’ve heard about it all. He wants you to be his girlfriend. Believe me. Don’t know why he hasn’t brought it up yet, but...” 

Felix took in a shaky breath, then turned his attention back to you. “Besides all that, I think that you should at least talk to him about this all. I had no idea that you felt this way. I’m sorry for making assumptions. At least, if you and him talk about it, you can figure something out right?” 

You took at the papery and crinkled napkin and dabbed it harshly on your eyes to dry your tears before they had a chance to run further down your face. 

“Why the fuck doesn’t he tell me anything?” Your voice wavered. 

Minho folded his hands on the table. “Knowing him, he probably thinks that it would be burdening to you. Selfless dick. He thinks that putting that shit on you somehow makes him seem like a handful or some shit.” 

“B-but I don’t feel that way?” 

“Then tell him!!” Felix’s volume rose. “When you talk to him, tell him that.” 

“What the fuck is this, a drama?” Minho laughed a little. “These communication skills are god-awful.” 

“Oh fuck off Minho,” Felix rubbed your back to soothe you. “This is real life, and we’re here to help out Y/n.” 

“That’s fuck off Minho-hyung to you.” The older boy stuck out his tongue. 

You wiped your nose against your hand, then Minho threw another napkin from the holder in your direction. 

“I promise that things will get better when you talk to him.” Felix nodded. “Talking always helps.” 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

Thursday afternoon came, and the forecast had called for snow, but none had come. Rather, the atmosphere had turned to be dreary and grey the whole day long, and the temperature dropped so low that some local schools had to cancel classes for the day. Your university had decided to do the same. While you had been thankful and decided to spend the day working on your various projects, you couldn’t bring your hand to the canvas. 

All day long you had spent figuring out what it really was that you wanted to say to Changbin, and you still hadn’t figured it out yet. Even you didn’t know what it was entirely that scared you deeply. But, you knew that somewhere you did. 

Why her? 

You could do better. 

Isn’t she...boring? 

You hugged your legs to yourself as you waited on your couch. The memories seeped into your brain like some kind of poison diffusing its way. 

No, no. You’re wrong. You tried your best to banish them. 

You’re all mine. No one else’s. Don’t you ever forget that. Tell me. Who’s baby are you? 

You squeezed your eyes shut, and dug your nails into the fleshy part of your knees where you held them. 

You don’t own me. You don’t have the fucking power. 

Three knocks clicked at your door, and you knew that it was Changbin. Your chest shook with a type of anxiety that felt like prickling thorns. You rose to open the door. 

“Fuck. It’s so freezing out there.” Was the first thing that he said. “I wouldn’t mind not having to go back out there if you are?” He slung his coat over one of chairs to your two person dining table. As soon as he was undressed, you were overcome with the desire to be as close as possible as you could get to him. It had been your safe place. 

Changbin let out a little surprised noise when you launched your body at him, but he just as quickly held you back firmly. 

“Is everything okay?” 

For a moment you let his rosemary and cedarwood cast aside all the ideas and words that ate away at you. 

“Can we talk?” You mumbled. 

“Yeah, of course. Can we sit down? Get a blanket maybe?” You nodded and let him do the work of going back to your room to get back your knit blanket that he knew you liked best. He threw it over his shoulders them beckoned you to join him in his arms. You snuggled right up into his chest where he had tucked himself into the corner of the couch. “Want to talk about it now?” 

With glistening eyes you tried your best to look up at him. His cheeks were still bitten pink from the cold. 

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about your parents? Or about what’s going on right now?” 

Changbin sighed and bit at his lower lip in his discontent. “Minho said something didn’t he?” 

“You can tell me, you know?” 

Changbin shook his head. “It’s not your problem to worry about, so I don’t want you do.” 

“But you’re my problem to worry about. Don’t you get that?” 

He sighed once more, then rested his head atop of yours. Where he held you around your arms, he rubbed gently.  

“And if...being with me helps you...I’ll come around anytime alright? You don’t just have to come here.” 

He laughed a little. “My place isn’t as private as yours is.” 

You toyed with the fraying fabric of the blanket. “You know that I can be quiet if I need to be. Or if you just want me to sleep over, I can do that too.” 

“I don’t want you going out of your way--” 

“--I don’t mind.” You nuzzled a little deeper. “So, your parents are giving you a hard time?” 

He tsked. “Yeah. It’s just...stupid is all. They care so much about what I do and don’t do when I left so it wouldn’t bother them. They’re trying hand out some kind of threats to me like they have the right to do so....they don’t.” 

“What are you going to do?” 

Changbin helped you up a bit higher up his body so your head could rest on his shoulder. “Nothing. Keep doing what I’ve always been. No one knows except the people I have closest to me. They’re worrying over nothing.” 

You formed a “oh” with your lips. 

“But, it’s nothing to worry about. I promise.” 

Already, you had forgotten what you really had decided to talk to him about. It had slipped from your mind just as quickly as you had let it arise. The two of you grew quiet, and you let yourself become overcome with the feeling and warmth that his body and the blanket gave to you. You wondered if he would’ve gotten mad if you had fallen asleep just then. It didn’t seem like the worst idea.

“As long as we’re talking about things, do you mind if I ask you something?” Changbin asked after planting a small kiss on your forehead. 

“What’s that?” You said with a sleepy and cracking voice. 

“You...don’t have to have the answer right now, but I just thought it would be worth it to ask, since we’ve been doing you know, this, for a few weeks now. You already know how I feel about you, I think that I’ve made it pretty damn clear, but, I was thinking that we could make things exclusive between us? Like, it just becomes me and you?” 

Drip by drip, the drowsiness that had swept over your eyes dissipated. 

“Would you be up for that? I just, it seems a bit odd to me that we haven’t talked about it yet considering...well, I think that it would be easier if we knew what we were so then we could, I don’t know, plan or something like that? It’s kind of a commitment, I know, but I want you to know that I’m willing--” 

“Bin...” You pulled yourself up from his chest. 

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? Did-did I say something wrong?” 

Who’s baby are you? 

“You want me to...be yours?” 

“Well, not exactly, you know what I’ve said before, but, I would like you to be my girlfriend--” 

A sob clogged your throat. Now that he had finally said it, the realizations came flooding over you like the deathly winter chill. 

“Angel, are you scared again? I told you that you don’t have to with me, I swear that I don’t ever want to hurt you or anything like what happ--” 

“--Like happened what? Back when I was so fucking stupid to get myself locked up in something that I thought would be good for me? Why is it that you want me to be your girlfriend, huh? I-is it because I-I fall over for you? I can’t run away from you? Am-am I just a good fuck for you? What is it?” 

“What the fuck? Where is this coming from? Y/n, you know that I love you, I fucking love you like crazy and I don’t think any of those things!! I’m not trying to restrain you our use you or anything like that, I don’t know why the hell you would think that!” 

“B-because you might not now, but what about later down the line...when I get boring or you figure out that I’m not as exciting like I used to be or--” 

“--What?! No! That’s not gonna happen!” Changbin reached out to pull you back into his arms, but you shook him off. 

Salty tears filled the corners of your mouth. “The last time that I-I did something like this, I--” 

“--Well this isn’t last time, this is this time, okay? It’s different! I swear to God that I’m not that fucking asshole. I get that you’re scared, okay, that’s totally understandable, but I’m asking you to trust me alright? Can you trust me?” 

Part of you wanted to trust him. In fact, a much larger part of yourself wanted to trust him so bad, it hurt. But, a smaller part of you, a much smaller part of you still screamed into the abyss that he was the last person in the world that you could trust; and that voice, was much louder. 

“I want you to be my girlfriend, and I want to give you everything that I have. All my fucking time, my attention, hell, just minutes ago you said that I was your problem, can’t you be mine? Is that not allowed? I’m just...I DON’T get you!!!” Changbin growled out the tail end of his sentence and only after he had said it he realized it was much louder than he intended. “Oh God, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...please. I’m not mad at you.” 

Your body had weakened, so when he had reached out for you, you let yourself fall into his arms. 

“Angel, can’t you see that what I’m trying to do is the complete opposite of what you think I am? Yeah I mean, it would be nice to call you my girlfriend, but not because I’m trying to control you or anything, but because...fuck, you make me happier, made me feel like I’m less lonely in this fucking crazy-ass world. I want to be that for you and you only.” 

Poisonous thoughts. Why were they even more alluring than the antidote that you had right in front of your face? 

Your limp body mustered up the strength of push yourself off his chest. Looking into his eyes you felt numb. With all the care that he held for you, you felt as if you didn’t deserve one single ounce of it. 

Why her?  

You figured that in some parallel earth, you would’ve been able to have said yes. In that parallel earth, nothing bad would’ve ever happened, and you wouldn’t have been crouched in that alley with snow melting into your dress. You would’ve lived a normal life without pain and doubt. Maybe you would’ve met him there too, and you would’ve been able to say yes. 

“You...don’t have to have the answer right now, but can you please consider it...for me? I meant everything that I said, but I...I also can’t wait forever.” You heard his voice grow thick. “I know that if...you can’t do it, or iff you don’t know, then I can’t just make it happen. There’s not a lot else that I can do. But at least I want to try.” 

You could do better. 

“I-I think that I need to be alone...right now--tonight.” Two more hot tears fell down your cheeks with a sting like a papercut. 

“Right now?” 

“Yeah, just--there’s things that I need to think about, I don’t..I don’t know. I’m sorry.” 

“No. I understand.” Changbin sniffled. 

Slowly, your two bodies seperated, and the heat from his body faded. You thought to yourself, it wasn’t yours to keep in the first place. 

You lead him quietly to the door where you watched him lace up his shoes and throw on his coat. His eyes had become puffy, as much as you figured you had looked as well. His grey eyes looked tired, just like the dreary day that you had spent all day hiding from. Still, he smiled. 

“Y/n. I know that you think that you’re hard to love. But you’re not. If you take away anything from this, I hope you know that your past doesn’t define you, and that you can have happiness after it all. I want to be that for you. If you’ll let me. Only if you’ll let me.” 

Your clogged nose made a horrible stuffed sound and you nodded. You had listened to his words, but had you heard? 

He sighed with finality, then bent down to kiss at the salty taste on your lips. 

“Call me, okay?” 

You closed the door after him, then collapsed down the door. Your pent up sobs flew out of your chest with loud and ugly sounding sobs. Each one hurt more than the last to get out. You crumbled against the wood door, and didn’t even mind the cool draft from under the crack. Your world became a blur in front of your watery eyes and your hands shook as they took your phone from your pocket. 

Words of self loathing filled your ears as you searched up the name, but it was the only one that you could think of in your blind emptiness. 

If only things could go back to the way that they were. 

╚ ——————————————— ╝

The walk to his apartment was cold, freezing even. You had worn the shoes that you had been scolded for, and the coat that provided you with barely any warmth. You knew the way to his apartment well--it was almost muscle memory by now. Streetlights passed you overhead, and finally the snow that was promised started to drift from the heavens and before you. 

Your hands cracked with the cold when you pushed the button to his intercom, and he buzzed you in without saying a word. You showed yourself up the staircase with empty sounding footsteps echoing against the walls. Your eyes had welled with tears once you reached his floor, but you blinked them away harshly. It was a futile attempt considering that he would see how red your eyes had become. 

His door was cracked with old paint, and the number had been scratched off with age. You knocked one time, no more than that. Somewhere a tiny voice had hoped that he wouldn’t hear the knock at all, and figure that you hadn’t even come up, and that you could quietly slip back away. 

But he didn’t. He must’ve been waiting. 

He too looked to be a mess: his cheeks and eyes had puffed up and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. He wore minimal clothing that hung loosely on his frame. 

“--Jisung--” 

Before you could say any more, he had leapt into you, and wrapped his arms around you so tightly that he could’ve rid you of all your breath. 

“Baby, thank you so much for coming. Thank you so much. I’m sorry how I acted at the concert. I just missed you so much....I missed you so much.” 

[arianalilyblack]

Come home to me - Chapter 4

Title: Come home to me 

Chapter no: Chapter 4

Author: @arianalilyblack

Pairing: Harry Wells x Reader x Eobard Thawne/Harrison Wells

Word count: 2269

Summary: The wedding of Barry Allen and Iris West is finally here. You and Harry are caught up with the wedding spirit and start to slowly realize that maybe you developed deeper feelings for each other. Everything is perfect until Nazis bust into the church ruining everything. And alongside Earth X villains guess who shows up? Your ex flame, Eobard Thawne aka the Reverse Flash, complicating everything in your lives.

 At first he felt pleasure as he heard a frustrated Cisco shouting in the next cell. It was fun for a while. But then his thoughts started to drift towards Y/N, and the smug grin disappeared from his face. He cursed himself for leaving her unprotected and alone. Obviously he knew that she could protect herself, but he still felt guilty as hell. He never should have left her side, not before telling her the truth. It was frustrating that he couldn’t talk about his newly experienced feelings for her. That smile at the wedding; that was the moment when all his oppressed feelings got out of their strongly locked cage. It was a simple friendly smile, but to him it shone brighter than the sun. It made his heart beat faster, and now he will never see her again. It all ended before it could really start.

The ball resonated louder and louder throughout the Pipeline, as he became more irritated by this imprisoned state, driving Cisco crazy with every bang. Sadness took a hold on his heart. He placed his head into his hands, horrible pictures flashing before his eyes. The sight of her getting tortured or her dead body lying on the floor was maddening. The ball stopped, hitting him right in the chest.

„For the love of God, finally!” exclaimed Cisco. „Have you calmed down, Harry?”

„Shut up, Ramon” Harry sputtered. He had trouble breathing, tears stung his eyes.

„Harry, are you alright?” asked Cisco, sensing that something was off with the grumpy scientist.

„Peachy” was the short sarcastic answer.

„Don’t worry Harry. She will be fine” Caitlin encouraged him.

„Oooh, so that’s the reason why my head is splitting into million pieces” draw the conclusion the engineer. „Mister Know-it-all finally saw the light” Cisco teased him.

„Ramon!” Harry growled.

„Harry, my friend, don’t you fear for Y/N, she’s tough as a nut.” Cisco tried to raise his hopes up.

„Attention all prisoners; great news, the cavalry has arrived.”

The Legends got the message from Felicity and came to the rescue. All the prisoners were out in no time; almost all of them went to fight with Nate against Metallo, except Harry. He had better things to do. He sprinted towards the workshop, to obtain a weapon prototype he and Cisco developed for similar situation. Right before he could reach the gun, Eobard cut his way.

„Well” Harry caught his breath. „Aren’t you a handsome devil?”

„Pretty popular with the ladies, huh?” Eobard smirked implying his hypothetical relationship with Y/N. Harry was smarter then to give into this pointless mind game. „Wells, you are in real danger now. But I’m going to make you a deal.” His smile grew wider with his every word. „I can spare your life, as a man of your superior intellect has a place in our new world. Of course, with one condition” he raised his index finger. „You have to give up on Y/N. You are a clever man; you already know that she feels what she does for you just because you look just like me. You are constantly reminding her of me and that’s the only thing why she would ever look at you. Her place is by my side. I’m the only one who can satisfy her needs. She has quite a temper, that little minx. She still loves me” His devilish smile was all over his face. It disgusted Harry to the core.

„Thank you… for the offer and information.” Harry nodded in appreciation before he looked up sternly and added „I’d rather die, than to let your liar ass torture her for the rest of her life.”

„Well that…” The speedster’s smile turned into a frown and his hand started vibrating. „That can be arranged.”

„Wait, wait!” Harry raised his arms in defense as the vibrating hand got dangerously close to his heart. „Wait. Think this through. If you kill me, she will never forgive you for that, ever. She will hate you more than she already does. And besides, who knows what consequences could cause the death of your doppelganger from another Earth.”

„You’re right.” He paused. „But there’s only one way to find out” he shook his head as he contemplated his action and advanced his weaponized hand towards Harry’s chest. But instead of coursing through his heart he was shocked by something, hand bouncing back in an instant.

„Yeah, so, I forgot to mention” Harry pointed arrogantly to his chest. „I went and loaded millions of biocompatible miniature robots into my body which were programmed to attack any foreign cells speeding into my system. Just face it, Thawne; you will never get her back.”

Eobard looked anxiously to the gun, then back to Harry’s face. He could easily outrun his shadow, but then he would complicate his mission. Harry winked at the evil speedster, lips curling into a cocky smile, and jumped towards the gun, but he was to slow, Eobard had already vanished.

 ~

 You were dragged away from the girls. You had no metapower left whatsoever to fight back, so you complied. Meanwhile the energy slowly started to rebuild in your system; it just needed some time to fully regenerate. You made a fool of yourself yet again, by thinking Eobard had changed. It was naïve of you to trust his words, because obviously you did believe him when he’d told you that he just wanted to come home to you. Once again you were fooled by his silver tongue, and once again he had thrown you away, like some liability.

„So how does this Nazi job paying you? Is it really worth it?” you asked, teasing the soldier beside you with a small smile, trying to cheer yourself up. No response, no reaction of any kind. „Let me go, little soldier. I promise I won’t rattle you out to the Fuhrer” you flashed your most convincing grin, but all in vain.

The muscles in your body were sore, but you figured that you could still beat the crap out of this disrespectful bastard. A loud bang came from the Cortex that was followed immediately by two another. This was your chance; you pulled your arm out of his grip and kicked him in the guts with all you physical strength. Your hands immediately clasped into his head and banged it against the wall as hard as you could manage. It did the trick so you were able to run away. You just took the right turn when you stumbled into a hard chest. Your body bounced back into a fighting position, just before you met the most beautiful ocean blue eyes you’ve ever seen.

„Y/N” Harry gasped before taking her into his arms. „I thought I’ve lost you.” He pulled you closer to his chest.

„Harry” you whispered his name taken aback by his heartfelt greeting.

It felt like your heart was about to jump out of your body, but at the same time a bitter sorrow filled it. You didn’t muster to look up to his face. Right now it would have been too haunting. Instead you stayed in his protective embrace, hiding your face from him. His body suddenly tensed which startled you. The first thing that crossed your mind was Eobard standing behind you. But then again, you wouldn’t be still standing surrounded by Harry’s warm arms if that was the truth.

„He’s back.” Your heart clenched, and you breathed in sharply. „I won’t let him hurt you.” With his right hand on your back and his left on your head, he hugged you tighter. „Not anymore.”

Finally when you looked up at him with teary eyes, there wasn’t a single thing on his features that reminded you of Eobard. It was simply Harry Wells with such loving glance that you melted into his body.

„Don’t worry, I will be alright” you raised your hand and stroked his faced.

„I will always worry for you” he admitted with a small smile.

„Why?” you urged him. You wanted him to say it out loud, to confirm that you aren’t hallucinating. This novel closeness felt surreal.

„Because I care about you, Y/N, a lot” Harry confessed and gently drew you into a sweet kiss. His lips were so soft and delicate; it made your heart flutter. „I…” his voice trembled. „I love you.”

„It was about time” shouted Cisco proudly, raising his hands as a ‘hallelujah’ motion, scaring you to death.

„Ramon” grunted Harry in annoyance, eyes darting deadly shots towards him.

„Sorry to interrupt you lovebirds, but we kinda got to go. You know, cause there’s a Nazi invasion going on and all that” he motioned a circle above his head.

 ~

 The whole team was reunited on the Waverider’s deck. Flash and the others came back from Earth-X, but they paid a huge price for it. Professor Stein had been severely injured and died shortly after they came back. You wanted to be left alone, to figure out your storming thoughts, so you searched for a quiet and secluded place.

The overwhelming feelings were driving you crazy. You were sure that you will lose your mind soon, if you don’t calm down. Your frustration came out as a loud groan.

„Why is life shitting with me?” you shouted into the thin air and buried your face into your hands.

It should have been one of the best days in your life, after all the two of you finally acknowledged your feelings for each other. Well almost. Because of Cisco’s interruption you totally forgot to say those three words back to him. Life wasn’t going to make it easy for you. Eobard’s return stirred up some suppressed emotions; you’ve missed him so damn much. You hated yourself for letting him under your skin. All you wanted was to be happy with Harry, without feeling constantly guilty about it. It wasn’t supposed to be this hard; you just had to keep in mind all the sadness that the speedster caused you. Remind yourself of all the sorrow and pain he made you endure. You crossed your legs, taking a meditating position and tried to clear him out of your mind and organism.

„Why the long face, darling?” The sudden presence of another human made you jump in your seat.

„Snart! But… how?” Leo smiled at your confused facial expression.

„I’m Leo Snart, from Earth-X.” He reached out with one hand and you shook hands. „Now tell me dear, what is it that’s bothering you so much?”

„Oh, it’s complicated” you let out a big sigh accompanied by a nervous grimace.

„The matters of the heart are always complicated” he looked at you with an odd, sympathetic smile. „Eventually the things fall in their right places, trust me. Now put a smile on that pretty face and let’s kick some Nazi asses.”

„Thanks, Leo” you cracked a smile back, grateful for his encouraging words.

 ~

 Harry was on the control deck with Cisco and the others. They were working on a plan to defeat the enemy but he wasn’t much of a help to them. He kept getting distracted by the earlier conversation with Y/N. He had just confessed his feelings in front of everyone to her, but she didn’t say anything back. Maybe it was because he kissed her out of the blue, or maybe it was because she didn’t felt the same way. And that’s why he couldn’t find her anywhere, because she was probably hiding from him.

Eobard’s words were ringing in his ears; “She still loves me” claimed the evil speedster. The insecurity irritated him, and when he got annoyed he usually threw stuff. He started pounding the wall nearby because of the lack of disposable objects. One thought would persistently come back to haunt him; what if she chooses that monster. “That can’t be possible, she is a rational woman. She would never go back to that bastard.”

„Harry, focus!” ordered Cisco after several minutes of calling him out.

„Not now, Ramon. I have to go” with that he was out of the room. He didn’t hear the end of Cisco’s indignant speech.

Harry was familiar with the tight relationship that was between Y/N and Eobard from the start. He knew that very well and still fell for her kind and gentle nature. Her friendship was a ray of happiness in his somber life. Even if he was just the second best thing; he would be okay with that as long as he could stay with her.

The scientist was roaming the halls, searching for Y/N. He needed to find her, to make sure she’s okay. He could only imagine how hard this could be for her after all she’d been through.

„Hey grumpy” heard a loving voice behind his back. He turned around to face Y/N.

„Who’s grumpy? I’m not grumpy” he shook his head in denial and huffed.

„Yeah, right” she waved her hand giggling.

„I will show you grumpy” he threatened and rushed towards to tickle her with a mischievous grin.

„Okay, okay” she gave herself up. „You win, but only this time” she laughed.

„I always get what I want” he smirked and attracted her into a kiss.

„If he finds out… He’ll kill you” she said in a shaky voice breaking the sugary kiss.

„He already knows. And still, here I am holding you in my arms, caressing your beautiful face and peppering it with little kisses.” He did as he said, her cheeks turning into a burning mess.

„I love you, Harry” she whispered between two kisses.

Part 5

[carryonmywaywardwriters]

One Day At A Time - Jensen x Reader

A/N: Part Three! If you’d like to be tagged, please sent an ask or message. As always, feedback is incredible. And, I hope you all enjoy <3

PSA: I am NOT a minor friendly blog. If you are below 18, please come back when you’re older. I don’t want to lose my blog because you were too eager to grow up. If I discover you, I WILL block.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Widower!Jensen. Grieving process. Age Gap. Character pregnancy. Unrequited feelings. Online personality problems. Guilt. I believe that is all.

Word Count: Roughly 2,700

“Hi, there,” The woman giggled into the mic as Jensen played up the flirty eyebrow bounce and cheesy smile that would be cast over Tumblr within twenty four hours.

He was finished after that final panel, for the trip. Nothing sounded better than a hot shower and catching some sleep. His mind was still reeling from the news he'd been given that morning, but he couldn't focus on that. So, he buried himself behind that charming persona he'd created.

“Dude, leave her alone...she wants me,” Jared smoothed his thick, long, chestnut locks in a way that caused thirsty cries from all around. He cackled as his friend mock frowned his way; unimpressed at the turn of attention. Earning the familiar high pitched laugh from the crowd in front of them.

It was easy to play into their hands. To take the nerves that came with being shy and put it towards acting like a dork with his best friend. He appreciated the disguise more than he'd ever say. Letting it mask the worry and fear he could feel churning inside of him when it was too quiet for long.

“Actually, my question is for Jensen-”

“Ha!” The mentioned man in question leaned forward at the barked utterance, pretending to gloat. Smugly bouncing his brows at Padalecki.

With a deep, regretful sigh, the taller of the two settled back in his chair; wrapping his arms around the back of it as he sat in reverse, “Okay, I guess.” The over dramatically stated words were coupled with a theatrical sulk that drew forth more giggles.

“I was wondering if Y/N and the kids are enjoying the trip to San Diego,” It was no secret that his family had been flocked around him. Until now, that is. The way he paused at that had every eye present turning towards him.

“Uh, actually...” He forced his lips to stay upright. “They're back home, right now.” Concerned 'awes' filled the air. “No, no. It's okay. They're living it up.” Jared turned his gaze back to the man he'd been brothers with for almost two decades. Not buying into the idea that he was really alright with it. “Last time I checked, they were having some kinda dance party. Again.” The way he clenched his teeth relaxed the fans a bit. An over emphasized grimace always seemed to break the mood. “It was wild. There was pink everywhere and a herd of little girls shouting to music.”

“Odette was leading the charge on the one I got,” The taller man joined in, having received his own recording. “Kicked Zeppelin over to my place for an old fashioned dinosaur night with the boys.” More awes filled the air.

“Y/N sent you something? I thought you two still weren't talking after you tried to drown her?” His brow crooked, finding something he could latch onto. Knowing that his friend had delivered that ammo on purpose. He really did love the moose.

“I can explain!” Jared held up his hand towards the 'ooohs,' and then stopped. “No... no, I can't.” His head dipped in false shame, earning another set of rambunctious chuckles.

“I can.” Jensen easily took over. Turning to better face the crowd now that he'd successfully maneuvered around the original question. “This guy tortures my nanny. She's like the female version of Misha to Jared. It's endless.” The mentioned man's lips screwed up as he nodded proudly, accepting the label that was thrown onto you. “So, we were at a cookout over at his place. I'm flipping burgers and relaxing with a beer. You know...like a normal person.” His words only made his friend shrug. Zero shame in sight. “Next thing I know? She's screeching as he full on tosses her into the pool.”

“She called me old!” The roar that followed was deafening. “See? They get it!” He beamed at the response only serving to make Jensen over-exaggerate the roll of his green eyes. “And, it worked. What did she say after?”

“You're a child.” The admission was straightforward.

“Meaning that I'm young, and that she was wrong.” A round of applause made him get to his feet, and bow as the widower shook his head in mock shame. Cracking his own grin.

The mic was lifted back to Jensen's lips, “Dude...you started a war because she told the truth?” He knew what had been said, but the crowd was eating it up. Keeping him safe for a little while longer.

“That hurts...” A pat to the heart was thrown in. “That hurts me right there.”

“The kids all joined in. It was chaos.” Ackles explained the previous comment to the women, with a few men scattered here and there. “My kids and Y/N versus his herd and him. We needed an ark to get to the tables. They soaked everything.” His hand panned across the people in front of him, emphasizing how far the damage had spread. “Everything. Gen thought they were going to kill each other.” Jared cackled. Remembering the look on his wife's face. “Y'all know how we had to stop pranking each other, right? 'Cause it was so deadly? That's what they should be doing. Instead, she's become this...epic battle partner. I'm thinking they'll start the next apocalypse before this is over.” A proud nod confirmed it. Jared wouldn't give in until the world ended. Or, he had to go back to work. Whichever happened first.

“Do you prank Y/N?” Someone shouted, catching his attention.

“Do I... Do I prank her? Are you kidding? Do I look stupid?” More laughs filled the air as he shuddered something fierce. “Misha? Absolutely. He doesn't fight back.” His fingers tacked off each point. “He doesn't live in my house. Doesn't hang out with my kids. I like not having to worry about her sicking my spawn on me in retaliation. They'd do it in a heart beat, too.” And most importantly, it kept the professional barriers somewhat in place. “Yeah, no, Y/N and I don't....we're not...” Weren't anything other than co-parents, employer and employee, and almost friends in an odd sort of way. How's that for complicated?

“As fun as I am,” Jared finished, saving him, again. Hoping that the fans wouldn't take that last statement as he had started to. He covered his own look of interest before diving back into the panel. “Now, that we went way off topic....who's next?”

–

“How did the 'mom' thing even start?” You asked in confusion, scrolling through your Instagram notifications. Your feet thrown over the back of the couch as you sprawled. Making yourself quite at home in the Ackles house. The selfie you'd posted while cleaning the damage the girls had caused was packed.

Not that you weren't used to it by that stage. The moment Danneel had tagged you in a post, it had been over. You'd been stalked and fawned over by some. When she passed? You'd been flocked for updates about the Ackles family.

It had taken a year for you to gather the courage to begin posting again. Once you did? The fandom clung to you for offering small pieces of what life was like inside the Ackles' household. Needing to have that sense of closeness to the supernatural family, still, even with a member gone.

The simple image of you with Oscar resting his head on your lap as you sorted the makeup away had garnered the usual 'queen', 'mom', and 'I love yous' mixed with the occasional trash talker. Once Jensen had commented saying he wanted his dog back when he got home? It had grown worse. When you told him that he'd have to fight you for the golden doodle? The post had blown up. The fans demanding to know if you and him had something going on.

Apparently his panel had only cemented the idea, somehow. You hadn't watched it. Leaving you to only wonder what he'd said to garner that response. Sure it had simply been taken out of context.

You scrolled on, determined to find some answers. A few flicks of your fingers and fate intervened. The phone slipped to your face. Making you wince all the while. As if life had directly told you that social media was bad for your health.

With a sigh, you tossed your phone to the couch. Trying to not let the extreme Danneel and Jensen fans get under your skin. Too many 'you'll never be her' comments filled your mind. More than enough 'stop trying to take her place' had you questioning where you stood. You were doing everything you could to get what was needed done while not dancing on your deceased friend's toes.

Did the world really not understand? Were you really any better off than they suggested? The small crush said you weren't.

“No idea,” Genevieve stated seriously, walking towards the grey couch you were occupying with a pile of healthy snacks loaded up. Pulling you from the internal struggle. She'd been extra conscious of what she was putting into her body since she'd discovered the newest pregnancy. “I just kinda...roll with it.”

She and the kiddos were bunking with you. Tag teaming was so much simpler when the baby exhaustion hit. And it gave the both of you some grownup time together when the men were away.

“It's so strange,” You picked up one of the grapes with your fingers before plopping it in your mouth. Giving up on trying to understand the fact that you'd become an icon of sorts- and the ramifications- for simply nannying some, albeit great, kids.

At your friend's next words, you choked, “So...what's the deal with you and Jensen?”

“It's the same as its always been,” Came the broken words as you got back a hold of yourself. Brushing it off. “Why?”

“Just curious,” That wasn't it. The cool, actress's poker face she wore said as much. But, you were too sensitive to call her out on it, just then. Luckily, she changed gears. “I can't believe that this is it...The last season is being filmed this year.”

The CW had finally pulled the plug on the Winchesters once it had hit adulthood. The boys had found out in a meeting that morning. They'd known it was coming. Had even agreed to it. And yet? Hearing the finality of it? Was another nail in the coffin.

“Eighteen seasons...It's crazy.” Your hand ran through your hair as you looked at the old episode on screen. Sister Jo stood off against Michael!Dean. The tension in the scene was palpable. It didn't hurt to watch it, anymore. Instead, you focused on the fact that she'd been doing what she loved with the man she'd been head over heels for. “How's Jared holding up?”

“He's zeroed in on the kids. Telling himself that it's going to be good for us in the end.” Her hand rubbed over her still flat stomach. “But, he's definitely feeling it. He's been Sam for so long... Saying goodbye is hard.”

“That it is,” You agreed, frowning at the screen. Wondering how Jensen was taking the day.

He hadn't said a thing to you when he'd checked in. Simply had asked for an update on the household before he crashed. Dean had become his crutch. Without the Winchester in his life, you weren't quite sure what he'd do with himself.

Ackles had a passion for directing and acting. There was no doubt about it. But, Supernatural had become everything when his life had turned upside down. It had given him the consistency he'd needed to get through. And while things had been okay for a time? It would be just another major thing he was losing.

Your socked foot rubbed over the soft fur of Icarus. The cockapoo was up there in age. He'd been diagnosed with congestive heart failure at sixteen years old. The white, fifteen pounds of floof didn't let it deter him, though. A couple of pills a day kept him comfortable and loved for as long as he could be. But, it had gotten under Jensen's skin, too.

It made your stomach churn to think about how fast the negative could pile up on already weakened shoulders. And yet, he wanted you to step back. Having time away from him had cleared your head. Allowed you to see his side of things. Maybe it was time to give him some room to breathe. To let him process everything on his own. After all, you were just the nanny...

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“Dad!” Three voices shouted in unison when the door opened. Ditching their place at the table as Jensen stumbled in with a wide smile on his face. Each kid got a big hug, and a kiss on the cheek.

When they tried to talk over each other, he slowed them down, gently with a, “One at a time.” And, miraculously? It worked. He was informed of everything he'd already had reported to him. Only this time? In child perspective. Which made it dramatic. Completely over the top. Just the way he liked it.

A nod your way was all you received as you slipped past the scene; lifting his bag for him so that no one tripped over it. Including the bumbling dog that was trying to get a kiss in, himself. Oscar had missed his human while he'd been gone.

The dog had been with Danneel's brother during her last pregnancy. She'd been too sick to handle the energetic buffoon while Jensen had been away, filming the show. Gino had fallen in love with the pup. Keeping him...until he thought Jensen needed him more. Returning him back to the Ackles' home solemnly. Oscar had, once again, latched back onto the head of the house with a fierce loyalty that most wouldn't expect from a fluffed up mixed breed. The affection was mutual. Jensen's hand stilled the squirming beast with a simple pet to the top of his curled head as you left the chaos.

Jensen's room was clean. A feat that wouldn't last long once he started unpacking. Bed made up, clothes lined nice and neat, with just a hint of his cologne still lingering in the air from before he'd left. You dropped the duffle on the mattress and turned away. Only to catch sight of the image beside his pillow. It held the dogs, his wife, and the kids all surrounding him. Everything he loved in one picture. His family.

Slowly, you slid the door shut and returned back to the reunion, “Dinner's ready if you're hungry.” You smiled softly at the way he ensured each kid knew that they were loved before climbing back up to his feet. Lumbering after you to get the food while it was still hot.

“Spaghetti,” The actor rumbled in excitement, sniffing the air as he approached the table. His lips smacked hungrily. He was a sucker for a pasta with a good meat sauce. “The wardrobe ladies are gonna be mad at me, later, but I'm piling it up.” He hadn't exaggerated. The flight had left him hungry. “God, this is good.” Came the Dean-like groan as he chowed down. Forgetting that he didn't have to eat like a man who had lived off of nothing more than pizza and beer.

“Dad!” The tiny, disapproving tone left J.J with ease. “You're not supposed to talk with your mouth full.”

He gulped down the food, and smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, J-bird.”

“It's okay. Just try to remember,” The words were so Danneel that you couldn't help but to smile gently at them. She was going to be trouble as she continued to age. But, you had faith she'd be pretty great in the end. Hell, they all would if the night was any indication.

If he was upset about the show ending, he didn't show it. Even after the kids retired for the night and he helped clean up, he didn't say a word. The only thing you got was a pat on the back and a low “goodnight” that made your skin prickle before you returned your own.

Part Four

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Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, mention of dr*gs, implied smut

Words: 2624

A/N: Sorry this took so long guys! Now that England is in lockdown I’ll probably be writing and updating a lot more! I wanted to add a roommate into this fic to spice things up a bit! Three guesses who Ava’s roommate is! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think and if you would like to be tagged! I love you all xxx

Part Two - Sour Patch and Thunderstorms

Ava chewed her lip impatiently as she made her way through the ocean of people at the seriously crowded airport, along with Wanda and MJ. She absolutely hated crowds, they didn’t necessarily give her anxiety, it just annoyed her that some people dawdled like they had all the time in the world. She was extra moody today because their flight to Greece was currently delayed because of a thunderstorm on the island and it was extremely early in the morning.

Ava huffed as she reached into her family sized bag of Sour Patch Kids – her favourite candy – and popped one onto her mouth. She could eat candy at any time of the day, especially Sour Patch. Wanda turned round and grinned at her.

“MJ and I are thinking of going to get some breakfast, wanna come?” she asked.

Ava smiled and shook her head, the smell of food cooking first thing in the morning made her think of her dad. It seemed like a silly little thing but it still made her sad nonetheless, “no thanks, I’m good. I’ll just meet you guys in the lounge,” she smiled and waved at her friends, wandering in the direction of the airport lounge.

She had hoped that the lounge would be somewhat empty but she was sorely disappointed, the only empty seat was right next to an attractive older guy. Sighing, Ava made her way over to the seat and sat down, she noticed the guy was bouncing his leg and chewing his lip nervously, she felt bad for him.

“Hey,” she looked at him in concern, “you alright?”

The mad started to nod before he changed his mind and shook his head, “nervous flyer,” he mumbled, “thunderstorm isn’t helping either.”

“I’m really sorry to hear that, but hey, pilots are pretty talented,” she tried to sound reassuring but it didn’t look like it had worked, “want a Sour Patch Kid?” she smiled, “I’m Ava by the way.”

He chuckled and looked at her for the first time and she saw that his eyes were startlingly blue and pretty, “thanks,” he smiled as he took one, “I’m Bucky.”

“So, I take it you’re going on vacation?” she asked, it was an obvious statement but she wanted to keep his mind off his worries, she cared about people, even if they were mere strangers.

“Yep, one last vacation before I start my new job,” he looked at his watch, “my damned friends are late though,” he smiled, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he did so, “what about you?”

“I, um,” she didn’t want to tell him the true story of why she was going on vacation, “just a girl’s holiday.”

The both of them made small talk for a little while – Ava wasn’t interested in getting to know a beautiful stranger that she’d never ever see again. In no time at all Bucky’s face had regained some colour and he had stopped bouncing his leg. About fifteen minutes later Wanda and MJ walked up to the both of them.

“We’re gonna go get some duty free, wanna come?” MJ smirked, looking between Ava and Bucky.

“Sure,” Ava smiled and looked at Bucky, “it was nice to meet you Bucky, have a good vacation and try not to worry about the whole flying thing.”

“It was nice to meet you too Ava, have a good one and thanks so much for making me feel better,” he smiled cutely.

“No problem,” Ava smiled and flushed slightly as she ignored Wanda and MJ’s smirking faces. Ava could hear her friends giggling behind her, she rolled her eyes as she tried to hide her bashful grin, playfully glaring at her friends, “you guys coming or what?”

It was when they were in the perfume store – Ava and Wanda were testing out perfumes while MJ looked for an aftershave for her boyfriend – when Wanda spoke up.

“So, who was that man you were talking to? He was so good looking and a little older to boot, he looked like he was built in a perfect man lab or something,” she giggled and MJ nodded, making a little noise of agreement.

Ava smiled and chewed her lip as she lightly sprayed the inside of her wrist with a musky smelling perfume, “just a beautiful stranger, Bucky his name was, he was nervous about flying so I was just trying to make the poor guy feel better,” she shrugged, “it’s really not a big deal.”

Wanda laughed as she shook her head, “you are such a lovely person, doesn’t it get tiring sometimes?”

“Sometimes it does,” Ava nodded in agreement before she smiled slyly, “but I’m gonna forget about all that on this holiday and go absolutely wild,” she’d never really been much of a wild child before but according to her friends it was enormous fun, she wanted to experience that for herself and she couldn’t pick a better time, or better company.

“Hear, hear. I’ll drink to that,” MJ laughed as all three of them knocked their water bottles together, the water bottles that they’d secretly filled with vodka and lemonade. The three girls wanted to be entertained while they waited for their delayed flight.

Finally, Ava decided that she was hungry and MJ and Wanda wanted to have a second breakfast so they decided on going to Burger King. As they sat down Ava’s phone vibrated and on closer inspection she saw that it was an email from her friend who worked in the administration department at NYU.

“Oooh, my friend who works in the administration office at college has just messaged me. Apparently, my roommate is some really hot guy who’s transferring in from a university in London. She says she won’t tell me anymore because she wants to leave it as a surprise and she’s not entirely sure that’s she’s supposed to be giving me information like this,” she giggled as excitement simmered in the pit of her stomach.

MJ clapped excitedly, “I’m sad that we aren’t rooming together but this is so exciting! If you like him are things going to happen, are you going to go for it?”

Ava thought about it for a second, in the past she never would have even thought about fraternising with her roommate from fear of making things awkward but there was a part of her telling her to live a little.

“You know what? Yeah if I like him and he likes me then I’ll consider it probably. The old me would pale at the notion of it,” she laughed as she fiddled with the straw in her cup of cola, it felt a little strange to be talking this way about someone she’d never even met before.

Wanda made a small sympathetic noise, her eyes softening as she reached over the table to take Ava’s hand, “y’know hun, there doesn’t have to be a new Ava, we love the old one just fine,” MJ nodded in agreement and Ava grinned at her friends, her heart swelled with the pure love she had for them.

“No, there does need to be a new me, I’m tired of being so sad, my dad wouldn’t have wanted me to mope. He would have wanted me to be wild and free, live for the moment, and seize the day or whatever. Live the way that he did before he had any real responsibility,” she smiled.

“Well, we can’t wait to meet her!” MJ grinned.

The three friends browsed the shops for a little while longer before Wanda looked up at the flight board and checked her watch, “they’re preparing us for boarding in thirty minutes, we should wait in the lounge.”

The flight was only a couple of hours behind schedule so it wasn’t too bad and the flight wasn’t too bumpy or anything and with a small smile Ava thought back to the man she’d met in the airport lounge – Bucky – and wondered whether he was coping alright. It seemed like no time at all that the plane was landing and they were in Santorini, it certainly felt like a long time coming.

“Let’s make some memories girls,” Ava beamed at her friends and they finally started their holiday.

The first five days of their holiday pretty much started like any other holiday, they swam, ate, read and sunbathed. They ventured out of the resort one time to visit the little chapel on the hill to take in the Greek architecture, MJ took loads of photographs, she was really into photography and she had a travel blog. Ava kept emailing her friend, begging for more information on her roommate, apparently he looked like an angel and he had a voice that could melt hearts or at least that’s what her friend said after speaking to him on the phone. Ava was rather looking forward to meeting him.

Along with all of the usual holiday activities, the girls got slightly intoxicated one evening and Ava got her first tattoo and she adored it. Her father had had an arc reactor to protect his heart and she got a picture of it tattooed on her wrist with the words, ‘proof that Tony Star has a heart.’

On their sixth and final night – they were due to fly back the following afternoon – they decided to go to a karaoke bar, they were determined to go out with a bang.

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Bucky was laughing and shaking his head at his tipsy friends as they sat in a gorgeous little bar in Santorini, “you two are completely ridiculous, I can never take you guys anywhere,” he pushed his thick hair off of his forehead as he took a swig from his beer bottle.

“You’re just no fun Buck,” Steve slurred as he hiccupped, his normally perfect hair was sticking out at all ends, it was kind of a good look for him to be fair, Steve could never hold his liquor, especially when he hadn’t eaten much.

“Seriously Buck, c’mon. It will be hilarious,” Sam chuckled, he was pretty much sober, he had a little edge to him but that was all.

“No, I’m not going to a karaoke bar,” Bucky was an alright singer but there was pretty much no way that he was singing in front of anyone, even if he was never going to see them ever again.

“All those gorgeous Greek ladies will love you though,” Steve winked and threw him the finger guns. Bucky felt embarrassed for him, it was very cringe worthy to finger gun anybody when you were above the age of ten.

“You really think so?” Bucky laughed, deciding to humour his drunken friend.

“Oh yeah, seriously man, I know from experience. Always gets you laid,” Sam said, looking proud of himself, Sam barely needed to smell alcohol before he was up doing karaoke. Bucky thought about it, Nat was his last so he was well overdue.

“Fuck it,” he muttered and drained the last of his beer, “come on then guys,” he chuckled as his friends cheered in victory, the things he had to do just to get laid.

True to Steve’s word the karaoke bar was full to the brim of gorgeous women and as the boys went to get the round of drinks in Bucky concocted a plan in his head, a plan that was a sure way to get him laid. As soon as the person who was currently performing on the karaoke finished Bucky volunteered straight away. He walked to the front of the bar and he noticed some of the ladies eyeing him up as he did so.

“Good evening everyone, I’m a little nervous and I could do with some help, my friends have convinced me to sing tonight but I’m too nervous to do it on my own. Would any of you lovely ladies be willing to do a duet with me?” There was silence for a second but it was long enough for Bucky to be embarrassed.

“I will,” a girl at the back stood up, she was a gorgeous blonde bombshell and as she got closer Bucky recognised her, it was the woman from the airport.

“Ava,” he grinned, “hey!”

“Hi Bucky,” she giggled and gave him a hug, she smelled so good, like chocolate and strawberries, “what a small world!”

“Ready to do a duet?” he chuckled as Ava nodded eagerly, “how about a Disney song?” The pair decided to do ‘A Whole New World’ from Aladdin and was met by raucous applause and people begging for an encore so they performed a rendition of ‘The Pina colada song.’

After they took their bows, Bucky, Sam, Steve, Ava and her friends MJ and Wanda decided to sit together to get drunk. They talked about everything and nothing, they laughed a lot, Bucky and Ava even made out up against the hard brick wall in the smoking area, and Ava tasted of coconut rum. The guys all learned that the girls were 21. Bucky and the guys thought the girls were really cool and they wanted to continue the party so Bucky decided to ask them if they wanted to go back to their hotel, completely platonic. Though Bucky was kind of bummed it would ruin his plans to get laid.

“We’ve got a pull out double bed that you guys can sleep on,” Bucky held up his hands, an innocent smile on his handsome face.

Ava and her friends smiled at him, Ava chewed her lip somewhat nervously, “just give us a second,” she pulled her friends away but not far away enough, Bucky could still hear their conversation though he tried not to eavesdrop, “what do you guys think? We wanted to go out with a bang; a party seems like the perfect opportunity.”

“Yeah but we’ve never met them before, what if they’re weirdos? We don’t even know how old they are,” Wanda said and Bucky made a mental note to tell them that they were only 28.

“We took advanced self-defence in high school, and besides we can sleep on the pull-out bed, I’m not looking to be unfaithful to Peter,” MJ countered.

“Wild and free?” Ava asked.

“Wild and free,” her friends said in agreement, Ava walked back over and grinned at Bucky, “let’s go.”

Once they got back to the hotel one thing led to another and Ava and Bucky ended up in bed together in their underwear, Bucky kissing down her body, “are you sure you want to do this?” he asked the gorgeous girl, kissing her stomach, making her squirm and giggle in the process.

“Yes Bucky, I’ve told you a hundred times,” she giggled, pulling his head up and drew him into a passionate teeth clashing kiss, “just fuck me you gorgeous man.”

Bucky blushed and chuckled, grabbing a small bag out of his jeans pocket, coating his finger in white powder before sucking it into his mouth; he hadn’t done it since high school.

“Hey, can I have some?” Ava asked and Bucky looked at her with her golden hair splayed around her head like a halo.

He searched her eyes for any uncertainty, when he saw none he gathered a tiny bit on his finger. Ava grabbed his hand, sucking his finger into her mouth, nipping playfully at the skin. Bucky’s underwear tightened at the sight of it, she really was beautiful. He laughed when she winced at the bitter taste of the powder.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured, kissing her neck and smoothing his hands up and down her soft skin.

“You know Bucky, actions speak a lot louder than words,” she purred before pulling him in for another head spinning kiss.

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Prompt: (Joan loved her team, not only because they accepted her as their leader, but also because they accepted her, faults and all. So of course she would want to give back to such faith, even if it meant letting them use her body. (FutaRNP, Consensual, blowjob, handjob, spitroast, titfuck, anal/assjob, bukkakke, Futadom Pyrrha(nice though), Double or triple penetration, cumflation)

Joan was a very lucky girl, she had a wonderful team that accepted her for who she really was, they respected her as a leader and they also accepted her faults. Joan knew she could be slow to reach decisions and that sometimes her ideas didn’t work. But her team still stood by her side throughout all of her blunders and she loved them all for it. Joan often wondered how she could ever repay her team for the faith they all had in her.

An idea struck her as Joan’s face lit up with excitement, if her team had such faith in her she would have to repay them in the greatest way possible. Joan ran back to her dorm at top speed, all the while she had a genuine smile of anticipation on her face. Upon reaching her team room she found it completely empty, closing the door behind her Joan went to work, stripping her clothes off she grabbed her scroll and took a photo of herself. Looking at the photo, Joan was impressed by how large her breast’s and hips were. The feeling of affirmation she had gave her newfound confidence, raising her scroll up to put as much of her body in frame as possible, Joan took another picture and immediately sent it to each of her teammates. Laying back on her bed all she had to do now was wait.

Meanwhile the rest of team JNPR were walking to their next lesson, they all felt the gentle vibration of their scrolls and all jaws had dropped upon receiving Joan’s message. Looking at each other in amazement the trio immediately turn around and sprinted back to their dorm, the thought of Joan waiting for them already began to harden their cocks. When they arrived, they practically kicked down their own door, they instantly saw the naked form of their leader beckoning them closer. Joan gave them a wink and ran her hands up her body in slow and sensual motions.

“You guys have been so wonderful to me.” Joan’s seductive voice caressed her team’s senses like a gentle breeze.

“Come on. Use me however you like and collect your rewards.”

The three astounded girls had heard all they needed to, as soon clothes went flying and the trio pounced on Joan to claim what was theirs.

Soon Joan found herself on her knees as her team all shoved their thick, long cocks into her face. Joan smirked and began to pump her hands roughly along Ren and Nora’s cocks whilst taking Pyrrha’s incredible member into her warm, wet mouth. Joan loved the lusting sounds her friends made as she pleased them, Rin was usually a quiet girl and even she could barely contain herself as Joan pumped her cock like an expert. Nora didn’t bother to contain her slutty moans as she cupped her breasts in her hands as her cock was pleasured. Pyrrha looked down at Joan, their eyes meeting as Pyrrha began rotating her hips causing her cock to go further and further into Joan’s mouth.

“You like this don’t you Joan?”

Pyrrha spoke in a soft domineering voice that made Joan shiver in arousal, the red-haired girl was right, Joan loved the taste of Pyrrha’s large cock and the feeling of having her mouth used by such an amazing friend made it even better.

“Mmmmh! Hmm!”

Joan’s muffled moans of agreement sent jolts of fresh pleasure up Pyrrha’s body, she felt so turned on by the blonde girl responding so well to her words. Urged onwards by this, Pyrrha gently put her hand in Joan’s hair and guided her perfect cock sucking lips along her member. Nora grinned through her lusting moans as she decided to use something else the curvy blond had to offer. Moving behind her leader she picked the girl up by the hips so that she was only being held up by Nora and Pyrrha, in her need to get to the best part as soon as she could Nora slammed her throbbing shaft straight into Joan’s soaking pussy. Joan groaned around Pyrrha’s cock as she was sent into sexual overdrive, she increased the pace of her hand pumping at Rin’s member as she desperately wanted to make the girl cum. Rin noticed this and removed her cock from Joan’s firm grasp. Seeing Nora pounding Joan’s pussy aroused Rin more than thought was possible, Rin moved over to Nora’s side and put an arm around the girl’s waist before capturing her lips in a hot, wet kiss. Muffling the moans from both girls, Nora gave Joan’s ass a hard slap earning a loud moan from the blonde.

Pyrrha felt Joan try and pull away from her cock and signalled for the others to stop, before releasing Joan gently to the floor. The panting girl took a moment to catch her breath before standing up and moving back over to her bed, patting the spaces on the bed next to her she beckons the rest of her team closer once again. Joan’s eyes promised a lustful night of endless pleasure, as they approached Joan got on all fours and put her incredible ass on display for her team. Pyrrha lined her cock up with Joan’s pussy as Nora began to grind her cock between their leader’s ass cheeks, Joan’s ass cheeks where big enough to put Blake to shame as they effortlessly enveloped Nora’s cock. The short stacked futa was driven wild by the intense assjob she was starting to receive, Pyrrha decided she would leave Joan’s pussy for Rin as she sat just in front of Joan. Pyrrha was delighted to see the lusting faces Joan was making as Nora used her ass cheeks for her own pleasure, wanting to see the beautiful girl use her huge tits for more than just showing off Pyrrha decided Joan needed a little encouragement.

“Those big, soft tits are just bouncing around there. Be a good girl and put them to use.”

Pyrrha’s command was obeyed instantly as Joan adjusted so her breasts engulfed Pyrrha’s cock with just as much ease as her ass cheeks had done for Nora, the amazon gasped as Joan worked her breast along her huge shaft. Joan suddenly let out a scream of pleasure as Nora penetrated her tight asshole, she screamed again as Rin roughly pushed her thick cock into Joan’s pussy. All this new pleasure cause Joan’s titfuck to increase in speed and roughness, Joan was in a lust fuelled frenzy as all her favourite spots were hit by Nora and Rin fucking her so roughly. Her screams of ecstasy only grew louder as Pyrrha began thrusting fast and hard between her breasts, Pyrrha groaned as she was finally pushed over the edge. Her muscles tensed as she shot an enormous load over Joan’s face, still aroused beyond belief Pyrrha moved to be directly underneath Joan and began to kiss her leader’s cum covered lips and face.

“Fuck my pussy, Pyrrha. Oooh fuck! I know you have another load in you! Please!”

Joan’s begging made Pyrrha erect once again as she slammed her cock in next to Rin’s, Joan yelled out in pure bliss as she felt both her holes fill completely with her friend’s incredible cocks. Nora pulled out of her ass causing the girl to moan again followed by a sharp gasp as Nora joined the rest of her team inside Joan’s pussy, stretching their leader’s baby maker out so much that a large bulge was clear to see in the girl’s belly.

“You’re doing great Joan! Give us more!” Pyrrha whispered like silk into Joan’s ears.

Joan was too overwhelmed to respond, feeling her orgasm come closer and closer with each thrust. She felt herself become lost in endless lust, as she came hard, her juices spraying out as her whole body spasmed and quaked. Pyrrha could see it brought blissful tears to the girl’s eyes and she embraced Joan softly as Rin, Nora and Pyrrha all let out moans. Their loads flooding into Joan and causing her belly expand until she looked eight months pregnant. Their orgasms still going strong the trio pulled out as Joan rolled onto her back, getting her face covered in her friends hot cum.

As the four girls settled down at last, Joan looked at them all and felt even more gratitude than ever before. As she cleaned herself in the bathroom, she felt three pairs of arms wrap around her as her friends embraced her lovingly.

Joan really had found more than just friends.

She had found a very horny family.

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Shooting for Stars: Chapter 2

Summary:

Hyuna Lee just started college, and while procrastinating decided to give a popular MMO called LOLOL a try. Here she will meet new friends, battle monsters, part takes in epic quests, and potentially find love!

Most of this will take place in LOLOL at the beginning.

This takes place a year/ year and a half after Seven’s good end, and the secret endings. Yoosung x OC

**Update’s once a week** Chapter word count: 4408

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The day seemed to keep dragging on and on. A certain University student sat in a lecture dozing off. Maybe he should have logged off when Sapfyre had. His purple irises where bloodshot from the two hours of sleep he did manage to get. His lids were heavy as he rested his chin in his palm attempting to focus on what the Professor was saying. Knowing he had a quiz at the end of the week, and the professor had promised all they had to do was show up and pay attention to pass. However, it was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open. One of his classmates had kicked his chair trying to keep him alert, the action made him blush as he dopily stared at the front of the room. You’d think he would have learned his lesson time after time again he ended up staying up all night playing LOLOL. 

The bottle-blond thought back to last night and the newbie he had managed to befriend. They were nice, extremely noobish, but they had fun. He smiled to himself remembering the promise to meet up again tonight. They had managed to raise at least 9 levels and they had chosen the cleric class as promised. Yoosung was overjoyed to know he might be able to get a half-decent healer for the guild as he helped the newcomer practice the craft of the game. The gamer couldn’t help but think of all the things he could do to help his newest party member advance in the game. 

His classmate kicked his chair again and he glared over to him, annoyed that he was constantly being pulled away from his thoughts. Truthfully he just couldn’t wait to get home and log onto LOLOL. Sapfyre said they were a student and they were in the same timezone, most likely had day class’s if the panic about their project that was due was any indicator. Meaning they would most likely log in at the same time as him, or a little after. Yoosung hasn’t felt this excited over a new person since Mi-Cha came crashing into the RFA messenger a little over a year ago. It made his chest kind of ticklish, which was weird. There was a very high chance Sapfyre was another dude on the other side, and possibly underage too. Yoosung groaned rubbing his dry eyes trying to calm his inner musing and push thoughts away. How desperate is he becoming?

Sighing softly to himself he decided maybe overthinking last night’s LOLOL encounter was a bad idea. He was just lonely, and watching two of his friends fall in love over messages and eventually get married in the same year had his chest twisting with a sense of jealousy. Sure he was happy for them, of course, he supported them. It was as an onlooker with no romantic history that made him envious of their partnership. Seeing his best friend so happy, and the way Saeyoung and Mi-Cha just seem to get each other. They fought for one another, faced every challenge as a team. It was a really beautiful relationship. 

He wanted what they had. 

He wanted it badly. 

Eventually, classes concluded for the day and Yoosung felt full of energy all of a sudden. He hadn’t taken in anything the professors had attempted to teach him. Mentally he questioned why he was even bothering with university then his mother’s face flashed behind his eyelids. Ya, she would have been pissed if he just up and quit school. Though after everything that has taken place he honestly debated changing his major. He only had two years left, it would be like starting all over. 

On his walk back to his dorm room with a meal from the convenient store, his mind wandered to Rika. Zen and himself had shipped her away to Alaska, trying to save her from both Jumin and Saeyoung’s rath. It was a foolish move as more and more truth about her illegal activity came to light. After Saeran opened up to the abuse he endured under her. Yet, someone boyish part of him still didn’t want Rika to suffer, he wanted her to get better. He wanted his cousin back. Only he seemed to be the only one in the RFA that gave a damn about Rika’s recovery. 

Yoosung let out a sigh as he unlocked the door leading into his dorm room. His violet eyes scanned his livingroom and frowned. “It’s pretty lonely.” He whispered to himself as he dropped his school bag on the couch and made his way to his bedroom. On instinct, he sat at his computer and booted it up. He opened his store-bought sushi and began to nibble it as his hindows ran an update check before booting up his desktop. He had LOLOL set to automatically load once the computer came to life. The icon showed a loading hourglass and then the main screen loaded up with the daily newsletter. Yoosung took a moment to read it over not noticing anything interesting and logged his tank up. 

The first thing he did was claim his daily bonus and check his friend’s list. Saeyoung and Mi-Cha where online in some dungeon. He smiled hoping they married couple was enjoying their time playing games with one another. Saeran didn’t appear to be online, and Yoosung wondered what the younger twin could be up too if his brother and sister in law were actively playing games. He scrolled noticing that Sapfyre hadn’t logged in since they said goodnight last night. He sighed putting more food in his mouth as he got a bunch of party requests from random players. He declined them all and idled himself. 

Yoosung chewed and check his phone noticing a miss call from Zen and rolling his eyes. He had a few emails about possible party guests for the next RFA party. He took a moment to look at them before forwarding them to Mi-Cha. She handled the rest from there. Jaehee, Zen and Jumin were all active in a chatroom. Yoosung cringed wondering if he should go be a cushion for Jaehee knowing the men in the room were most likely arguing and her trying to keep them on track. 

As his thumb hovered over the enter chatroom icon and notification popped up on his monitor. His eyes read over it and smiled. There was Sapfyre, they must have just gotten home from school. He closed the RFA app and silenced his phone. He shoved the rest of his food into his mouth as he opened his private messages with the newbie. 

SupermanYoosung★: Hiya! 

SupermanYoosung★: Ready for more dungeon crawling?

Nervously he chewed on the pad of his thumb waiting for the stranger to reply to him. After all, it was coming home and playing with this person that had gotten throughout his day. He didn’t want to come across clingy though. After a small intervention involving Saeyoung and Zen, he had realized that his problem was that he was a stage five clinger. Sighing with a blush dusting his checks he waited patiently for them to reply.

‘Plus this person was most likely a guy’ He reminded himself and thought of his guild member’s horror stories about being catfished on the site. 

Sapfyre: Oh Hey You~

Sapfyre: Haha I’m up for more! 

Sapfyre: The monsters will have no idea what hit them when SupermanYoosung is through with them!

Yoosung smiled, really wishing this person owned a headset. He was curious about what they sounded like. They wrote in a manner that was similar to Mi-Cha but that didn’t mean anything. Maybe they were just feminine, maybe they are playing to role play like a girl. It wasn’t uncommon for members to role play out relationships and the such on here. The game even offered and marriage system for such a thing. It was diverse in how a player would like to spend their time within it’s the massive world. 

SupermanYoosung★: Hell ya!

SupermanYoosung★: We should be able to pick your class today, you’re almost level 10! 

Sapfyre: Only thanks to you!

Sapfyre: Honestly if I had been left to my own devices last night I wouldn’t even be close to level 10!

Sapfyre: So thank you!

Yoosung chuckled liking the attention and praise.

SupermanYoosung★: no thanks is needed ^^

SupermanYoosung★: I’m having a lot of fun playing with you!

SupermanYoosung★: I’ll create a party, one sec.

 He swiftly invited his new friend to make a party with him. He waited for her to join as he organized his inventory. 

Sapfyre: One of these days I’ll figure out how to do this

And just like that their avatars where linked together. Yoosung couldn’t help the way his heart pittered. He really needed to get a hold on himself and remind himself that the other player was, in fact, a dude. Not that Yoosung was personally offended by same-sex relationships, he just wasn’t interested in starting anything with another dude. 

“Really wish they had a mic so my brain could stop thinking about this too much.” Yoosung wished to himself, readjusting his hairpins to push his bang out of his face more. 

SupermanYoosung★: Until that fateful day I got you covered. 

Sapfyre: My hero lol

Yoosung began preparing for their next quest, he knew of a couple they could pair off with and each get the exp. Simple missions that involved them slaying a certain number of minor enemies and such. He was also going to get them to up their cooking and fishing skills so she could brew their own potions. How useful support was in actuality and a money saver. 

SupermanYoosung★: First I’ll bring us to a place where we can fish. I’ll just hand you over what I catch. Then you can cook them all to build those skills.

Sapfyre: Aye Aye Captain!

Yoosung chuckled as his eyes lit up. 

SupermanYoosung★: Sorry if it seemed like I’m bossing you around ^^;;

SupermanYoosung★: It just helps the arch maester class brew potions and buffs.

Sapfyre: Oooh that sounds cool.

Sapfyre: Don’t worry about bossing me around~ 

‘How suggestive’ Yoosung pondered biting his lip before teleporting them to the fishing island. There he quested an item share and handed them a nice fishing rod that wouldn’t break every five seconds. Then they got to work. Since it was a pretty basic automatic action he wanted to take this chance to get to know them better.

SupermanYoosung★: This might take a while.

SupermanYoosung★: So you mentioned you’re a student. What are you studying?

Sapfyre: Wow this is really a grind, huh?

Sapfyre: I’m an art and digital design student. 

Sapfyre: Nothing too exciting, what are you studying? 

SupermanYoosung★: I’m in training to be a vet ^^;

SupermanYoosung★: sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice for myself 

Sapfyre: A vet? You must be pretty smart then. 

Sapfyre: I think we all doubt our educational choices.

Sapfyre: isn’t that what being a student is all about? Being unsure about our future and trying to make sure we make the right decisions?

Sapfyre: If you’re passionate about animal’s you could make all the difference one day ^^

Yoosung blushed nearly crimson reading their messages. No one had ever sided with him and his doubts. Maybe they were feeling it too. Art wasn’t something that guaranteed a job in the future and was hard to get noticed in. 

Sapfyre: If anything you could just transfer to human medicine. It’s all under the biology major, is it not?

He hadn’t even thought of that possibility. Indeed, he could just transfer and just suck up an extra year of school. SKY university did offer an internship program after the medical exams. Yoosung bit his thumb pondering the possibility. 

SupermanYoosung★: I hadn’t thought of that

SupermanYoosung★: ahaha

SupermanYoosung★: My friends usually just tell me to suck it up and get school over with. 

SupermanYoosung★: That I should just be anxious about finding employment. 

Sapfyre: What's the point of working in a career you have no passion for?

SupermanYoosung★: Are you passionate about art?

Sapfyre: Hahaha

Sapfyre: Yes! Art is the main thing that gives me a drive every day!

Sapfyre: Even if my father thinks it’s a waste of my time and future, I’m going to pursue it. 

Sapfyre: Maybe instead of listening to others, you should listen to the drive within you. Find something you’re passionate about. 

Sapfyre: A vet’s good if you really like animals. A doctor or surgeon is good if you like helping people. 

SupermanYoosung★: I might just do that!

SupermanYoosung★: wow- I didn’t mean to get so serious on you like that.

Sapfyre: It’s fine. 

Sapfyre: We are going to be fishing for a while. 

Sapfyre: And I’d never get mad at someone for voicing their insecurities. 

SupermanYoosung★: You’re a really cool person

SupermanYoosung★: But let's get off the heavy topics

Sapfyre: Hmmmm 

Sapfyre: How long have you been playing LOLOL

Yoosung frowned, at least they didn't ask how much he plays. 

SupermanYoosung★: a little over 2 years

SupermanYoosung★: A friend of mine downloaded it for me, and I’ve been hooked ever since. 

Sapfyre: I’ll confess this is more addictive than it has any business being.

SupermanYoosung★: Welcome to LOLOL hell I hope you enjoy your stay~

Sapfyre: Ahaha thank you

Sapfyre: I think it might just be the company >-< 

Yoosung felt his ear burning. He couldn’t help but agree with them, but at the same time, he wanted to approach this budding friendship with caution. He’d never hear the end of it if Saeyoung finds out he was catfished. Or potentially catfished. The student willed his mind to get it together, they weren’t even flirting with him, he was just lonely and desperate at the moment. That was logical. He’d just play it cool. 

Some Time passed and Sapfyre got a headway into fishing and cooking. An hour had passed since they logged on and talked about pointless things like the latest RPG and anime. Yoosung could very easily see himself being friends with this guy in real life. They had many similar interests. He found himself laughing at some of the corny jokes they made too. Like actually laughing out loud. 

Now they were gearing up to head into a dungeon. Saeyoung had sent him a private message, but the gamer ignored it in favor of getting Sapfyre set up for more monster hunting. Once again the crawling was slow due to him having to fall back to type commands for his companion. He really wishes they would get a headset to make this more swift, and also so they could actively chat more. 

Sapfyre had reached level 10 and they had a long debate on the best support healing class for them. Arche Master won healing spells and potion brewing. Just as Yoosung had hoped they’d choose. 

As he was about to wrap them a voice chat request from Saeran popped up. Yoosung groaned, he didn’t even see him log in. He pardoned himself for a moment and plugged in his headset. He accepted his friends' request, typing to Sapfyre he’ll be a moment. 

“Hey.” Yoosung said eyeing the little ‘take your time’ from his new friend.

“So you ignore my brother, but talk to me?” Saeran questioned, even Yoosung could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“You’re the lesser of the two evils,” Yoosung explained sighing, explaining to Sapfyre he was just setting up his headset to chat with another player before warping them to the first location for a low-level quest. “Anyways what's up?”

Saeran was silent for a moment. “What are you doing in such a beginner level area?” he questioned and Yoosung rolled his eyes. 

“I met someone new to the server yesterday, I’m raising myself an Arche Master.” He chuckled gloating. 

“How the hell did you seduce- Sap-fire? Into becoming a support class for you?” Saeran asked trying to figure out if he was pronouncing the username correctly. Yoosung honestly didn’t know if that's how you say it, but it was as good a guess as to his. 

“Haha~” Yoosung let out a boyish giggle and then lowered his voice. “I know how to get around Saeran. Why you jealous I’m gonna have myself an amazing support!” 

“Sure.” Saeran sighed the sound of his keyboard being typed on made its way into the mic. “It’ll benefit our guild over Mi-Cha’s and my idiot brothers.” 

“That’s true.” Yoosung hummed replying to Sapfyre quickly as he sent his avatar charging into an assault. 

“Don’t tell me they are a typer-” Saeran asked in mock horror at the implication. 

“Ya, but it’s not their fault.” Yoosung defended his new friend. “They are a student like me, and literally just started LOLOL yesterday.” 

Saeran groaned anyway. The faint sounds of Mi-Cha hissing something to her husband were heard in the background. Yoosung let out an amused poof of air wondering what Saeyoung did now to get her riled up like that. 

“Do they always have to be so loud?” Saeran whispered his complaint and Yoosung chuckled under his breath. “So I take it you’ll be busy for awhile helping that person with leveling?” 

“Ya.” The gamer replied typing to Sapfyre about their next mission swiftly. “It’s gonna take a bit more time given we have to type to one another until they can get a headset.” 

“Fine.” Saeran murmured. “I’ll just go sell goods and mine while you help the noob.” 

“Sounds good,” Yoosung replied. Saeran made a noise and their line disconnected. He wasn’t much of a talker, unless it was necessary as Yoosung found out over the year of knowing him. 

SupermanYoosung★: There is glow mushrooms in this cave

Sapfyre: Ooooooh sounds fancy~

SupermanYoosung★: Ahaha they look really pretty!

SupermanYoosung★: Only problem is-

SupermanYoosung★: This is the only place to farm them and it’s a level 45 dungeon.

At that moment he wished he would’ve asked Saeran for help. There was a certain random spawn for a level 98 dragon event happening in that dungeon. The dragon looked sick though, with the mushrooms growing off his body, but he was a bitch to face. 

Sapfyre: I’ll try my best to give you back up!

SupermanYoosung★: We got this >-<

SupermanYoosung★: Nothing can stand in this duo’s way! 

SupermanYoosung★: Let’s just pray the level 98 dragon doesn’t spawn

He pressed teleport and warped them inside the entrance of the cave.

Sapfyre: hahaha

Sapfyre: hahaha level 98 dragon in a level 45 dungeon.

Sapfyre: You’re trolling me, right?

Yoosung chuckled. He wishes he were, but they needed that glow mushroom for a revival potion with a 5% brew success rate. Meaning they’d be here for a while. If he got lucky maybe one of his friends would see where he was and come help. If not they would have to hope for the best. 

SupermanYoosung★: Don’t worry~

SupermanYoosung★: There is only a 28% chance he’ll spawn. 

An almost daring smirk crossed the gamer's lips as he sent both their avatar rushing into the depth of the dungeon. Sapfyre was being cute thinking every droplet sound effect was the dragon spawning. However, as of right now they’d be okay. It wasn’t until the last 5 levels of the dungeon did it ever spawn. 

Sapfyre: This is a suicide mission!

SupermanYoosung★: Naw, I’ve only faced him once and that was after multiple times looking for him. 

Sapfyre’s avatar was farming mushroom’s and Yoosung was fending off monsters. It moved quicker with them both focusing on a task. Surprisingly they were making headway pretty quickly within the dungeon. 

After some time he saw Saeran’s avatar spawn in with them, and Yoosung chuckled feeling like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar. In the world chat, Saeran sent numerous question marks and Yoosung sent some back. Soon after Saeran asked to join their party and Yoosung accepted. It automatically created a separate group chat for the team.

Sapfyre: Oh hey! Someone new!

SupermanYoosung★: This is a friend of mine. Seems he’s just as nervous about us running into the Shroom Dragon as you are. 

Sapfyre: I told you!

Sapfyre: This is a suicide mission!

UnknownUserName: What do you think you’re doing ^^

SupermanYoosung★: Making revival potions

Sapfyre: Trying to get us killed!

Sapfyre: Oh more mushrooms! 

Yoosung smiled watching her run towards the farm point and start gathering more of the precious material. Both Saeran and himself fended off the monsters spawning around them. Saeran was a ranged character opting for a longbow. He still hit hard though. They always made a good team. 

Sapfyre: Go boys go!

SupermanYoosung★: Whoooooo!

Sapfyre made her Avatar do a cheering motion as they fought off the critters that were mostly child's play to him and Saeran. Soon enough they all collected up again and moved further within the cave. 

SupermanYoosung★: The moment of truth boys

SupermanYoosung★: May we proceed to victory

Sapfyre: ????

UnknownUserName: It spawns in the last 5 levels 

Sapfyre: You mean I was jumping at every little sound for nothing this whole time!

UnknownUserName: Apparently 

Sapfyre: Yoosung you god damn troll! 

SupermanYoosung★: Thought I mentioned

UnknownUserName: Sure. 

Yoosung chuckled, a little disappointed they newcomer didn’t react to him referring to them all being boys. He sighed resolving himself into finally believing they were, in fact, a dude with a cute Avatar. There was no denying the disappointment he felt. At least the connection they had made could be swayed towards a friendship. Yoosung smiled sadly to himself, mentally scolding himself for being so desperate for a girlfriend again. 

The team proceeded with extreme caution. Yoosung had his headphones on with the volume at a punishing high listening for any telltale signs they were not alone. Even his breathing mellowed out as his heart hammered in his chest. It was exhilarating sneaking about trying to get to the loot at the end of the cove. 

Soon enough he saw two more Avatars run unto the screen. They requested to join the party and Yoosung let out a slow breath of relief. He accepted watching as Saeyoung and Mi-Cha’s user names joined his and Saerans along with Sapfyre. 

AhaChaCha: Wow, really pushing it guys

HackerGod: Will he spawn though

HackerGod: Dun Dun

HackerGod: Come on Saeran, give me a DUN!

UnknownUserName: No

Sapfyre: DUNNNN!!!!

HackerGod: HAHA 

AhaChaCha: Yoosung it’s not nice to get your new friends killed. 

SupermanYoosung★: Meh, we would’ve been fine. 

Sapfyre: Would we really have been though!?!

Sapfyre: Look at all these people concerned about our well being!

Sapfyre: Can’t believe you took me out on a suicide mission T^T

HackerGod: Lolol, Ya Yoosung. 

HackerGod: How

HackerGod: Could

HackerGod: YOU!

AhaChaCha: T^T this is so sad

AhaChaCha: Alexia play Despacito~

Sapfyre: Pbffft

UnknownUserName: How am I related to you fools?

SupermanYoosung★: Only three more Levels to go!

SupermanYoosung★: MEN - Mi-Cha- LET’S MARCH FORWARDS TO VICTORY! 

Sapfyre: Y'all hear that??

As Sapfyre’s message appeared a rumbling roar shook Yoosung’s eardrums. He hissed removing the headset and moved quickly. Honestly, the rest of them could’ve easily made a voice chat, but maybe they were being considerate to Sapfyre who would be the only man out. 

HackerGod: Let us KamiKaze this bitch!

UnknownUserName: Now that’s something I can get behind

AhaChaCha: Stay back and focus on your healing spells, Sapfyre

SupermanYoosung★: Should we cue a war cry?

Sapfyre: FREEDOM!!!

SupermanYoosung★: lmao!

HackGod: GRYFFINDOR!!!

With that, they all took their positions. Saeyoung was a mage and stood back with his brother seeing as their both ranged. Mi-Cha and Himself charged in. She was a duel wielding halfling and him a tank. Saran was careful to position himself before Sapfyre protecting the extremely under-leveled healer. Yoosung was honestly surprised how easily Sapfyre got into the team formation and tried desperately to keep all their hit points up. 

It was a long battle with just the five of them, even with Saeyoung and himself holding the number 1 and 2 place in the server ranking. Mi-Cha and saeran’s characters weren’t anything to scoff at. Sapfyre did good hanging out in the far back healing as fast as their mp gage and cool downtime would allow them. They even started tossing some of the potion’s Yoosung had bought for them the night prior. Event bosses were always a pain in the ass to take down, but the rewards were sooo worth it. 

No one dared type in the group chat, everyone was busy watching for openings for an all-out attack when the defence dropped. Nothing like a risky battle to get your blood pumping, or so they say. Yoosung found himself swearing to himself as his voice got more panic watching his health bar deplete, however, Sapfyre was trying to heal him back up. Maybe this was a mistake, but if they went down, all of them could say they went down with one hell of a fight. 

After a good hour, the beast died and Mi-Cha was like a hit point away from dying. Yoosung could almost hear everyone's sigh of relief as the exp divide between the five of them. Yoosung chuckled watching Sapfyre make their Avatar dance about in celebration. 

AhaChaCha: That was too close for comfort.

HackerGod: At least Sapfyre is feeling energetic enough to dance for us 

Sapfyre: What a rush! You’re all amazing! I went up like 7 levels! 

UnknownUserName: There was a lesson to be learned here

SupermanYoosung★: Ya ya

HackerGod: I believe in the heart of the cards

AhaChaCha: lol! Got some good loot!

SupermanYoosung★: I’m glad you all showed up

SupermanYoosung★: Our ass’s would’ve been grass

Sapfyre: D:

Sapfyre: I told you this was a suicide mission!

UnknownUserName: ^^ 

After a few finishing things, and getting to the field of glow mushrooms everyone left the part. Soon it was just him, Sapfyre, and the loading screen brings them back to safety. 

Sapfyre: It’s so late

Sapfyre: Don’t you ever sleep, Yoosung?

SupermanYoosung★: Sometimes lolol

SupermanYoosung★: I take it you’re headed to bed

Sapfyre: Yes! Are you insane? I have morning classes

Sapfyre: If anything you should be joining me

Yoosung choked on his spit.

Sapfyre: OMG!

Sapfyre: I meant you should be heading to bed!

Sapfyre: Gosh, now I’m blushing 

SupermanYoosung★: It’s okay haha

SupermanYoosung★: You’re probably right

SupermanYoosung★: I’m just not gonna listen :p

Sapfyre: I rolled my eyes

Sapfyre: I guess this is goodnight!

Sapfyre: Nighty Night~

SupermanYoosung★: Night!~

[rogerina-most-hysterical-queen]

A Promise In The Stars Part 1

Authors Note: For every chapter of this series, there would be one song to go along with it by The Beatles

Song: If I Fell

Word Count: 2,279 

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The atmosphere feels humid and damp as I walk into the pub, with the lingering smell of stale beer and cigarettes. “Oof,” a muffled groan followed afterwards as a person bumps into me. “Rog, please don’t stop and stand in the way, especially since we have to bring equipment and instruments in with us.”

“Sorry Brian, was just checking the place out.” Brian stepped around me, followed by Fred and John as I scan the place once more. Right as I do, a girl comes barging straight towards me with a tray full of beer, and I didn’t have enough time to move aside.

Too many things were happening at once; Glass everywhere, a string of curse-words that would make the devil cry. I fall to the ground while holding the girl. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT! I-I am so sorry.” I look up and I’m instantly lost into her hazel eyes,“It’s ok. Really.” She just shakes her head and chuckles.

“This is my first day here and I’m already messing it up.” She says this more to herself than me. The girl looks around and quickly stands up suddenly looking frightened. “Everything ok…?”

“Emma.”

“Everything ok, Emma?” I see that she’s looking at her feet and fidgeting with her hands, which has bruises all over them.

“Yeah, everything is fine.” Emma looks up at me and gives me a tight smile. She looks behind my shoulder and I see that she stiffens. I turn around and came face to face with a bloke whom I’ve never seen before.

“What do you think you’re doing with my girl?” His girl? Huh. So she has a boyfriend. He looks at me and with anger and expectancy.

“Harv, well yo—“ Emma was rudely interrupted by Harv. “Sweetheart,” he asked in a fake-sweet tone, “why don’t you just shut your trap, bitch!” She shrinks back and quickly wipes a few tears that have rolled down her cheeks.

“Listen mate, that was unnecessary.”

He steps a little closer, and I can smell the liquor on him, “You know what was unnecessary? You, all over that whore.” He stabs his finger at me and then points to Emma.

At this point, I look around to see almost the entire pub staring at us. I lock eyes with Brian, and he just shakes his head, his eyes full of fear.

I turn back to face the brute, “What did you just call her?” Harvey just glares daggers at me and grabs Emma’s arm. She whimpers at the action but obliges to it and drags her out the pub doors.

“Hey! No fighting in here!” The owner looks around the pub to see where all the recent commotion had taken place, but he couldn’t find it. “You were too late old man! They’ve left already.” One customer had yelled.

A pat on my back brought me out of the trance I was in. “Dear, what the fuck did I just witness.” I roll my eyes as I turn to Fred, and I’m met with a concerned smile.

“I honestly don’t know.” Frustrated, I run my hands through my hands while we walk back to the rest of the band. In silence, we all started to prep for the gig. I try concentrating on tuning my kit, but mind and heart isn’t in it. I think back to Emma and the fear that was in her eyes and the bruises running along her arms. I shudder thinking about what could be happening to her right now.

John starts warming up and I realised that I haven’t been thinking about this gig at all. Shit, I need to get my mind straight, not just focus on a girl who I’ll never see again. On auto-pilot, I start the first few beats of our first song that night, not thinking about anything other than where I am at the moment.

Once we get into a few songs, my mind drifts back to Emma, again. I just can’t help it, her radiant smile when she fell on top of me, her captivating hazel eyes and her locks of brown hair that frame her face perfectly. God, why can’t I get this girl out of my head?

***

We were packing up and ready to leave when Brian steps in front of me. “How you’re feeling tonight? You seem distracted, what’s wrong?”

“It’s that girl, Bri. I just can’t get her out of my head. Whenever I try to think about something else her face just pops up and it terrifies me to think what can be happening to her right now. You know? What if she’s lying in a ditch, dead because of that bastard. What if more bruises end up on her milky skin?” I rub my face, wanting to hide my distress from my friend.

“Bruises?” Brian looks horrified as we catch up to the others “Mate, you need to stay away. And anyway, its not like you’ll meet her again.” He starts walking in front of me, but keeps on glancing back to make sure I’m still behind him.

“Who will Rog never meet again?” Freddie butts in looking intrigued. “Oooh, is it a girl you wanted to shag but never got the chance to you?” He drops his voice into a mock whisper to make fun of interactions with girls.

“Shut up you dick. No, I wasn’t thinking about a girl I want to shag.” John looks at the banter with a poker face. I never really know what goes on up in his head, if I was to be honest. “It was the girl who I bumped into earlier. I was just worried about her.”

Brian gives Fred a look saying, “drop it”, and we load our instruments and equipment into the back of the van.

“I was just saying, with your reputation darling, some might assume the exact same thing as I did.” Fred closes the door as he says this and turns around to face me, shrugging. I just roll my eyes and hop into the drivers seat.

“Everyone buckled up?” They all groan in the back and I hear kicks of the seatbelt. I chuckle and start the van.

It makes a weird noise as I turn the ignition, so I try again and the same sound occurs again.”Shit. Guys, I think the van just died on us.”

“What the bloody hell do you mean by that!” John finally speaks up for one of the few times he’s spoken tonight.

“What I mean is that the van has DEFINITELY broken down, and we’re stuck here. This night cannot get anymore worse than it already has.” As I say that, a truck passes us, spraying the muddy water all over me.

“Are you joking!” I look down to see my entire outfit covered with water.

I turn around to the sounds of snickers coming from inside the van, “Oh, you think this is funny do you. We’ll see who thinks its funny when I get in there and start hugging everyone of you.” A smirk playing on my face. At this, all three of them shut up and look everywhere but me.

“That’s what I thought.” I stomp to the back of the truck and take out a towel to wipe off as much of the dirt off me as I can.

A throat clears, “Um, why do we have a towel in the back of the van?” John looks at me over the chairs, his eyes questioning his words.

“Well, Deaky. How else am I supposed to clean up a mess I make after I’m finished back here. With a girl?” The indication was clear, and I’m pretty sure he got the message because his cheeks flamed at my response.

“So now what are we gonna do?” We all look at Brian expectantly, waiting for his response.

“What are you all looking at me for? I don’t know.” He looks annoyed, but then his face suddenly flushes in embarrassment, “Actually, I do know. There’s a flashlight at the front in the glove compartment. We can pop up the front of the van and have a look at what’s wrong.”

“Smart arse.” I say underneath my breath, but John heard and start giggling beside me. “Would you shut up, you sound like a schoolgirl.”

“Just your type Rog.” I elbow him in the ribs and frown at him, trying to hide my amusement. Brian hands me the flashlight, and I walk to the front of the van. And at that moment, everything really hit me and I’m suddenly drained from all my energy.

I suck it up and open the front to steam erupting in my face. “Shit. I think the engine burned up, but I think I have a spare in the back.

“Why the fuck would you have a spare in the back?” Fred makes me sound as if I’m ridiculous.

“Just in case something like this happens, you twat.” Barking back at him, I walk to the back of the van to take the spare engine out.

***

“Now that that’s done, we can finally get going and rest. Sheesh, it’s been an eventful night, tonight.” I drive up back to our apartment where we have two flats. One for me and Brian to share, and one for John and Fred to share.

I stomp up the stairs and wait for Brian to unlock the door. He keeps the key with him because the last three keys we had, I lost. So he told me, “I am the one who is going to be holding the keys from now on because you keep losing them. Once you have gained responsibility and my trust, I will give you the spare key.”

I swear he acts more like a dad than a friend towards me.

Once he opens the door to our flat, I scurry into the bathroom and lock the door. I strip from my clothes and take a close look at the clothes. “I should just throw this away.” The bin’s lid was open and I throw my clothes into them.

As I step into the hot shower, I make an animal-like sound when the scorching water makes contact with my bare back. I quickly cool the water down until it reaches a temperature I was satisfied with. Taking a look down I notice all the stress from tonight rolling away with the water, making me feel more relaxed.

My thoughts wander back to Emma. How is she doing now? Is she hurt? Did that bastard touch her? I’m once again lost in a train of thought that was only broken when Brian was banging on the bathroom door.

“Would you hurry up, mate! You’re not the only one who is need of a shower!” My eyes snap open and I quickly turn off the shower. Getting out of the shower I slip and nearly fall flat on my face, but I grabbed onto the shower screen to keep my balance.

“Sorry, just got to excited being under the water.” I wrap a towel around my waist and open the door.

“Finally. Took you long enough.” I’m greeted with a half naked Brian who is grinning at me. He walks through the door, but not before he winks at me then shuts the door. I swear the bloke has worse mood swings than a girl menstruating.

***

“Come on John live a little. It was only a bit of yoghurt!” Freddie had just flicked a spoonful of yoghurt onto John’s favourite shirt.

“It was my favourite shirt, Fred!” John looks as if he’s about to explode, and it gets worse when Brian starts laughing, Freddie joining not long after. “You guys should follow Roger. He’s not finding this situation funny at all.” He makes a harrumph sound and crosses his arms like a four year old would.

“Who says I don’t?” I try to plaster on a smirk and put amusement into my words, but I can’t, and everyone notices it.

“Rog, are you thinking about last night again?” I look down at my untouched plate of food, not wanting to look at anyone.

“How can I not? I feel awful for that bloody girl.” My voice comes out in a squeak. I look up and notice concern etched onto my friends’ faces.

“I’m ok, alright! I don’t need you guys to look at me like that. I throw my napkins on the table and stand up. “I’m going for a walk, please don’t follow me. I need space right now.” I grab my coat and shrug it on, leaving my friends in a state of confusion as I rush out of the door.

Whenever I feel conflicted, I always go to the park and look out into the lake to watch the peacefulness of it all. It seems to have a calming effect on me, cause even know, I can feel my state of peace coming.

Breathe in, breathe out: that’s my mantra, and people always laugh at me when I tell them this, but it really works. It clears my mind of any unwanted thoughts, and replaces them with blackness. Today, however, that doesn’t seem to be the case. Whenever I close my eyes, I picture her, scared, tears rolling down her beautiful face.

I notice how my heart flutters whenever I think about her falling on top of me. Why? I always had girls falling on top of me, but I never got the feeling that I do now. Why is she making me feel different. What’s so special about her?

[xxbluecullenwritingxx]

Binding of Beau || Chapter Two

|Index|

Beau had Mike with her to walk to her biology class, the boy tried desperately to start up a meaningful conversation but Beau didn't feel like talking so she gave him bluntly, and boring answers. She felt a little bad, seeing as Mike was being so nice to her, but she just didn't have it in her to talk to him in depth about Arizona or even about her favorite books to read, she just wanted some time alone, but she doubted she would get at school.

They entered the small rectangular building, each one looked so much alike besides to the small number by the outside door and sometimes how the decoration inside was different, this one had a fake skeleton in the corner of the room next to the teachers desk, dressed in a suit, and small name tag that said ‘GREG' on it in big bold letters, along with a few dead things in jars on some shelves. She wondered if the name on the skeleton was given by the teacher or the students. Her eyes flickered from the skeleton to Edward who was sitting at a table by himself spinning pen, he looked up meeting Beau's gaze. Beau felt unsure of what to do so she gave a smile, as she walked closer to the front desk past the fan sitting by it, a bit of her hair blowing from its place.

Edward gripped the table as the overwhelming smell hit him. He closed his eyes and turned his head away in an attempt to stop the smell from taking over him any more than it already did to his dismay, it didn't work. Beau noticed the shift in behavior and furrowed her eyebrows as the teacher signed her slip.

"and you can take a seat..." Mr.Marlo glanced around before gesturing to the seat next to Edward "right next to Mr.Cullen over there" he said.

Beau could have sworn she saw the boy cringe before moving to stare at nothing out the window. Beau took a deep breath trying to collect herself before walking over and sitting down, placing her backpack on the floor next to her. She tried to hide the fact she was looking over at Edward by letting her hair fall in front of her face and taking small glances. The boy couldn't have been further away from her without jumping out the window, he was pressed against the wall part way off his seat staring intensely at her with his black eyes. Beau felt a small bit of fear spark in her, she wasn't scared of Edward, but fear that she might have smelled bad. She sniffed at her hair, which smelled like her coconut shampoo, then her clothes, which smelt like the perfume she forced herself to put on every morning.

Again she glanced over, she noticed something that she could only describe as hatred toward her in his eyes... did he judge her that quickly? she hadn't done anything to him, she hadn't even said hi and head already judging her? how dare he judge me without even knowing me . At this Beau grabbed her pencil slightly tighter, and tried to focus on the teacher at the front of the class. But she couldn't, not when Edward eyes were burning holes into the side of her head. I'm going to give him a piece of my mind when the class is over . She had made up her mind that she was going to ask this boy, who didn't know her, what his problem was, however when the bell rang he was gone, faster than she could ever even hope to move, she sat there looking after him and unfortunately Mike was able to get to her before she could pack up.

"Did you stab Edward Cullen with a pencil or what?" Mike asked.

"Sorry?" Beau asked putting her bag back over her shoulder.

"I have never seen him look that pissed before," Beau noticed that Mike seemed a little too happy about that.

"Yeah... I don't know what his problem is" Beau huffed.

"That's all the Cullen's, they think their so much better than everyone else," Mike said as they walked out.

"Oh?" Beau asked.

"Yeah they're a bunch of anti-social rich kids, that won't talk to anyone in this school besides each other just because their adoptive parents have money," Mike said, "Carlisle Cullen's the only sociable one in that family" he added.

"Carlisle… the one Angela mentioned right?" Beau asked as they started walking toward the main building again.

Mike seemed board of the conversation but Beau couldn't help but be interested and hoped that she could get Mike to give up a bit more information.

"Yeah, he's a doctor here, he's pretty good at what he does, he did my check up for me before school started, he's really nice so I'm surprised any of those kids live with him," Mike said.

"I see" Beau mumbled "...Hey thanks for showing me around Mike, I know I haven't been the most talkative but honestly, I was kinda hoping for people to just ignore me today... but you haven't been so bad" she said, realizing she should try and show some gratitude toward the boy.

Mike lite up at that and gave a big smile "No problem, anytime you need me, I'll be there!" he said before glanced at the door of the main building "I should get home, I have a work, but I'll see you tomorrow Bella!" he said before waving and cheerfully running off.

Well if I can make one guy day... Beau walked into the office, pausing a moment when she saw Edward Cullen standing at the front desk having what looked to be a heated conversation with the receptionist.

"There has to be something, anything to replace that hour, I don't want to be in biology anymore, I'll take anything, anything you have" he seemed to be demanding and pleading with the women all at the same time.

"I'm sorry but we don't have anything, you’ll just have to make do," Mrs. Mongo said.

Beau notice Edward tense again, leaning against the counter, for some reason she guessed that his eyes probably closed for a second.

"Just a second dear" Mrs. Mongo said.

"Just... never mind forget it" Edward stormed away from the front desk, away from Beau and a very worried looking Mrs. Mongo.

The receptionist shook her head before giving Beau a smile and Beau forced onto her own features before putting down the slip.

"have a good first-day hun?" she asked.

Beau couldn't help but glance after Edward who was long gone "yeah... it was good" she mumbled. She got everything she needed to be done in the office before being able to leave the school finally.

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Home felt amazing after the day Beau had. She wanted to be alone for a little bit, and lucky for her Charlie wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. She walked upstairs and sat down on the desk chair, logging into the computer, that took forever to boot up, then she sat for another ten minutes listening to the horrible dial-up sound that computer made. Definitely looking at some laptops. Beau grabbed her phone from her bag and turned it back on, several notifications of missed calls from her mother made her sigh. She clicked on one of the notifications and called her back. As soon as the phone was picked up Beau started.

"Mom calm down, I just got home"

"You didn't call or text me last night, not even an email I got worried" her mother worried voice came through the phone "anyway how was school?" she asked after a few moments of coming down from the frenzied state she was in.

"It was... okay," she said with a small sigh.

"What's wrong are the kids in school being mean?" she asked.

"No mom... everyone's been really nice," Beau said shifting her phone to hold it between her shoulder and her ear as she logged into her email.

The first email at the top of the list was James' that he told her to look at, Beau clicked it.

"Then what's the matter?" her mother asked.

"Nothing mom, I'm just still getting used to everything" Beau admitted.

"We can always bring you home"

"No mom, I'm fine really... I like it here" she lied through her teeth, Beau had never been a good lier but she didn't know what else today.

Beau's eyes flicked to the email that had loaded up.

I think you need to check this out, don't get mad at me.

- James

Beau frowned a bit before clicking the link, she knew it would probably take forever to load but she had her mother on the phone to calm down. She gently started a swaying motion in her chair as she talked, taking the phone back into her hand.

"Are you sure?" Renee asked.

"Charlie likes that I'm here," Beau said, "I already made some friend" she steered the conversation another way.

"Really, well tell me about them!" her mother seemed excited.

"Well there was this girl named Angela, she runs the school newspaper, she's really down to earth and nice to me," she said "then..." she paused to think "Mike, he's really nice, he showed me around the school," she said.

"Oooh a boy, is he cute?" her mother urged.

"Mom... no, I really don't thin-" Beau's eyes went back to the screen reading the title of the article, the slight swaying motion she had going stopping.

"Bella? What is it? is something wrong?" her mother voice broke her attention away from the screen.

"No... No mom, I have to go.... homework and stuff, and I told James I'd call him after school" Beau said.

Beau was quick with the goodbyes before grabbing the mouse and scrolling through the article.

She didn't even get through half before she grabbed her phone and went to the messages between her and James.

What's this all about? I'm not... I can't be... James, we have talked about this once before! Why are you bringing it up again now?

You won't even say it will you? Beau, it's fine, and I'm bringing it up again because I see you, I know you, I've known you for a long time... I want you to be comfortable is all. Can you tell me that without a doubt your comfortable and sure of who you are?

Beau paused reading the text again before leaning back into the chair and thinking for a moment.

No...

Why are you so scared that you might be transgender?

There it was, that word, one that sent panic to Beau's heart, she didn't know why it scared her so much, the point where she couldn't even read the article completely. She couldn't be... She was scared beyond belief that she might be, and she didn't know how to calm that fear in her. She always stifled all her feelings about it down.

I... I can't be... I don't want to be damn it! I want to be normal, I have to be, the chief's daughter can't be transgender, it would kill my mom

But what about you Beau?

Beau felt tears prick her eyes and she cursed at herself before hearing a car pull up outside. Fuck is that time already? she quickly got up and looked out the window to see her father police car parked in the driveway next to her truck. Beau quickly closed out of the browser and shut off the computer.

James Charlie's home, we'll talk later

Beau started down the stairs when her phone when off once more.

Beau, you know it’s not the worst thing you can be... I'll love you no matter what and always be there for you, and your father is probably just so happy your with him that he'll accept just about anything... and god your mother loves you too much to lose you over something you can't help... you don't have to decide now... but please look more into it and think about it. Be you, Beau, even when the world doesn't understand it.

[romaniassexdungeon]

J’ai tout ce qu’on rêverait d’avoir (Shiro x Coran)

Summary: Skint student Shiro signs up to a Sugar Daddy finder. Ironically, of course.

Pairings: Shiro/Coran, Sven/Slav, past Alfor/Coran

Warnings: death mentions, adult humour

Notes: Thanks to @phyripo for listening to me ramble about this terrible idea

I don't even know how to explain this. Ever start writing something for a laugh then get weirdly invested in the characters and their backstory? Also I fucking love Shiro x Coran unironically fite me.

AO3 lonk

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He was doing this ironically, Shiro told himself.

He’d made one damn joke to Matt and in the one hour he’d set aside to take a nap, had been inundated with… websites. Websites he hadn’t even known existed, let alone been aware of how abundant they were. Thanks, Matt. He was now a little less innocent. And had a little less faith in humanity.

In all honesty, Shiro should probably just message Matt back telling him to fuck off and get back to his assignment. Or do a late night food shop. Or do literally anything that wasn’t browsing sugar daddy websites. But his body was on autopilot and he probably couldn’t stop himself if he tried.

He didn’t actually want a sugar daddy, right? It had been a joke! He’d just wanted to vent his frustrations at having yet another asshole treat him like an intruding bug at work because God dammit it wasn’t his fault if a meal wasn’t up to the customers’ standards, or was taking too long. Did he look like some verbal punching bag or something?

Also he was doing his masters degree now, and accumulating more debt than he knew what to do with. He wasn't sure he could pole dance with one arm either.

Could he actually get a sugar daddy to agree to pay off his tuition fees? Or at the very least his maintenance loans and groceries.

No because he wasn’t actually after a sugar daddy!

Most of these websites only accepted female sugar babies anyway. He did find a few that he could join, but for the love of all things good in the world he wasn’t about to for real.

Shiro leaned back in his desk chair, imagining, just for a moment, what it would be like to have a sugar daddy. Horrible. It would be utterly horrible. The image of him wheeling some 90 year old around Abercrombie and Fitch then having lunch at some overpriced boutique restaurant whilst everyone glared at him judgementally because they would all know what the fuck was up was not a pleasant one. And then they’d go back to his penthouse apartment overlooking the Thames and-

Shiro thought he would throw up.

This was a terrible idea.

Thankfully, his phone beeped and gave him an opportunity to think of something else for a second, even if it was his best friend’s lasy ass messaging him on discord from the next room.

DankMattMatt: Yo you check out those links yet?

Shiro scowled at his screen.

DankMattMatt: Reply, coward.

Shiro decided to not do that. Five minutes of staring at the login screen of one of those websites he was not going to join later, and Matt had something else to say.

DankMattMatt: oh MY GOD ARE YOU SIGNING UP TO THEM?????

Shirohfuck: nOOOOOOO

DankMattMatt: you aRE!!!!!

He wasn’t! He swore it!

Shirohfuck: Yes but ironically???

DankMattMatt: ironic sugar daddy?

Shirohfuck: yeh

DankMattMatt: moronic sugar baby

Shirohfuck: No.

Shirohfuck: I can’t think of a good username????

Unsurprisingly, his mind was devoid of any intelligent thought as he told himself over and over again he was mostly curious about what the website looked like once you were set up on it, how it worked and what sort of questions he would be asked.

And maybe to see if there were some guys on there that didn’t look one shag away from a heart attack.

DankMattMatt: hmm

DankMattMatt: How about Takashi_Shirogains

DankMattMatt: because you’re always at the gym working on your gains???

Shiro snorted. The last person who should be talking about gains was Matthew Holt.

Shirohfuck: that’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard

Shirohfuck: I love it!

Shirohfuck: I’m not always at the gym though???? Just when I need to de-stress.

DankMattMatt: So all the time??

Fuck you, Matt.

Shiro ignored him and typed in his new, terrible, username. It didn’t matter, really. He was just here to have a look around, and see just what kind of people signed up to this and what kind of messages he’d get.

He was a man of science, and therefore curiosity only came naturally to him.

DankMattMatt: oooh, I got it!

DankMattMatt: fifty-shades-of-shirogrey

Shirohfuck: NO!!!!!!

The next page seemed to relate to the bulk of his profile, either what people could see or what the site would base his matches on. He didn't fucking know. It also looked longer than some of his assignments.

Shirohfuck: holy fuck that’s a lotta questions

DankMattMatt: bring your laptop out here dude I need to see this

Shiro sighed, scooped up his laptop and downed the last of his beer. The idea of signing up to a dating site for a laugh with Matt didn’t seem so bad. He’d probably liveblog it which technically counted as writing down their findings, and therefore it was an experiment not anything else. For science!!!

When he trudged into the living room of their flat he found Matt still working on his drinks cans Christmas tree, a weird tradition they’d had since they’d been freshers, because Matt saw someone do it on the internet and therefore needed to try it himself, the walking meme.

Oh well, saved on buying an actual Christmas tree.

Shiro wondered whether they’d bother buying real decorations this year or, like always, just balance Matt’s pokemon toys and alien waifu figurines on it again. Probably the latter. Who said a Japanese guy and a weeb couldn’t be best friends?

Whilst Matt was occupied with sellotaping energy drinks and beer cans together, their other flatmate, Sabhajit ‘Slav’ Pawar was typing away at a laptop, probably doing something more productive than signing up to - thanks, Matt.

“Oy, sugar pup,” Matt drawled, pulling tape out of his hair, “while you’re up, grab that bottle of Absolute in the cupboard and two shot glasses – wait, Slav?”

“Wot?”

“Wanna watch Shiro sign up to a sugar daddy finder?”

Slav raised an eyebrow at Shiro, who flushed an ugly shade of maroon and buried his face in the kitchen cupboard.

“You know that there’s a 38% chance this is the reality where I fail to hand in my assessment on time?” He did seem to be looking over with interest though.

“Those are pretty good odds,” Matt reasoned, “and besides, how often do you get to see Shiro try and pull creepy old men?”

"Oh, next to zero." Slav nodded, but he still looked unsure. Matt groaned.

“Just bring your work over here. And Shiro? Make that three shot glasses.”

“I’ll definitely be needing it,” Shiro placed the vodka on the coffee table, sweeping empty cans onto the floor and ignoring Matt’s protesting.

“So, if it works out for you, should we all think about signing up?” asked Slav, settling down on Shiro’s other side, just to make sure he was sandwiched between the two terrible enablers.

“You’re dating my brother,” Shiro reminded him, “you’re not allowed.”

“Well I’m gonna,” said Matt, “unless, you know, it doesn’t work out for you Shiro. Our pioneer. Boldly going where no Holt or Pawar has gone before. Or at least I hope my sister has never been on these sites.”

“Thanks,” Shiro scoffed, then his smile fell; “I kinda feel bad, you know? I don’t wanna catfish people.”

“You’re not catfishing anyone,” exclaimed Matt, “you’re literally filling in your profile honestly!”

Shiro chewed his lip. “But what if someone sees my profile and falls in love with me? And I’m just doing it for a laugh.”

Matt rolled his eyes. “Yeah I don’t think it’s that kind of website. Slav?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s the chance of Shiro meeting his soulmate on here?”

“Zero point five percent.”

Matt grinned. “See? Now, what profile picture should you use?”

They soon decided a selfie Shiro took on a lads holiday to Ibiza last year really fit the bill, given that he was shirtless and at the beach. It screamed 'I suit luxury, please pamper me'.

“Don’t worry,” Matt assured him, “you’re the best-looking guy I’ve seen. Ever.”

“And with this picture showing off how strong you are,” added Slav, “there is an 80% chance you’ll find a millionaire willing to date you within seconds.”

Shiro wasn’t so sure. “Guys, d’you think a picture without my prosthetic would be better? What if it puts people off?” That being said, why the fuck did he care?

“Shiro,” Matt placed a hand on either side of his face, “I’m gonna be honest with you: if someone has a problem with your prosthetic, they’re not worth your time. Like, even if they’re millionaires, don’t bother. They’re scum and you don’t need them in your life.”

Shiro stared straight into Matt’s eyes, at his steely determination, and nodded. “You’re right, bro.”

“I know I’m right! And besides,” added Matt with a wink, “there are probably people into prosthetic limbs. Like, I bet there’s websites and everything.”

How in the fuck – Shiro was speechless. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know further.

“Well that’s a load of shit,” he mumbled, turning back to his profile.

“I’m fairly certain it’s what Slav has,” commented Matt.

“I just think his arm is cool!” Slav cried, a little too defensively. Shiro wondered if he was qualified to launch himself into space yet.

“Whatever,” he grumbled, “I’ll just keep the picture.” He still had a lot of bullshit questions to get through before he could start nosing at other people’s profiles.

“What’s next?” asked Matt.

“Age, location, simple enough.” Financial information? He chuckled at that. “Where’s the ‘broke as shit’ option?”

“Just pick the lowest bracket I guess,” offered Matt. “Minimal, yeah that sounds about right. Hmm, build?”

“Is there a ‘sculpted’ option?” asked Slav. Shiro snorted.

“Athletic, buddy.” He clicked the box, hoping the profile pic suggested as such; he’d been on some strong cocktails and donner kebabs for the entire week. “I need a heading, apparently, like a title?”

“Space daddy,” said Matt immediately.

“I’m looking for a daddy, genius,” Shiro’s face fell; “I don’t actually have to call them ‘daddy’, do I?” A couple of his exes had taken to calling him that and he'd soon acquired a slight distaste for the word.

“Space puppy?”

“Why do you keep calling me that? Pup?”

Matt scoffed. “Don’t you even know sugar bowl terms? A sugar pup is a male sugar baby. So you, now.”

“I wouldn’t call myself one yet,” Shiro groaned, “the profile’s not complete. There’s still an opportunity for me to pull out.”

“Oh I think there’ll be a few opportunities for you to pull out,” Matt commented, then, when Shiro groaned and cradled his face in his hands, slung an arm over his shoulder, “you kinda walked into that one, buddy.” His other hand was used to execute a terrible high-five with Slav.

“I know and I hate it.”

The three soon decided ‘lost space boy’ was probably a better header.

“Hey you can add more photos,” Slav commented.

“Nice, I guess.” And so Shiro wasted another five minutes trying to decide which photos made him look the most athletic, and handsome. He wanted a wide range of messages, after all, to collect the best data. Science!

“I don’t have children,” he said aloud when they reached the next page, “unless we count you too.”

“Please don’t,” whined Matt, “we’ve both hit on you – that’s weird!”

“Now you know how I’ve felt for the past half hour.”

“Smoke?”

“Nah.”

“Drink?”

“Yes please.” Shiro took another shot before checking the ‘casual drinker’ box. Matt and Slav just judged him silently. Shiro ignored them, filling in his education level instead.

“Oh, an ‘about me’. How fun.” Shiro never knew how to fill out those damned things, but with the help of his two terrible friends, he managed to cobble together a not-totally-terrible description of himself.

Hi, I’m Takashi Shirogane, and I’m a 25 (well, 6 if you only count leap years) y/o postgrad student studying astrophysics. I’d love to become an astronaut one day, or failing that help launch astronauts into the void.

In my spare time, I can usually be found at the gym, or exploring the city. I’m particularly fond of the science museum! I’m a hard worker, and my idea of fun is a well-earned rest, or reading a good book. I like my alone time, but I also value strong friendships with my wonderful bros. So even if we don't hit it off romantically, we can always maintain a friendship!

And now to tell the potentials what he was actually looking for in them.

“Money,” said Matt firmly.

“You can’t put that,” argued Slav, “you have to beat around the bush!”

“I know, damn.”

Shiro ignored them, wondering just what he’d want if he was being serious about this, and began to type.

What I’m looking for is someone to have deep conversations with, someone who will make me feel special and cared for. I don’t want a walking credit card, but someone I can have a fun, adult relationship with. Someone with similar interests would be a bonus too! Not looking for short term or FWB, sorry.

“Not bad,” Matt gave a whistle as Shiro added a few tags, and that was it. Profile complete.

“Well now what?” asked Slav after ten seconds of silence.

“We wait for the daddies to roll in, duh,” Matt rolled his eyes, though Shiro had to wonder how long that would take.

“Oh wait,” he muttered, leaning closer, “my profile hasn’t been activated yet. They have to check all my information, I guess.” And with that thought in mind, the trio dispersed. Shiro made his way into the kitchen, Matt promising to call him if he got any messages, and threw a prawn tikka masala in the microwave. Slav was finally released from his curiosity hostage situation long enough to continue his assessment.

Dinner made – at 1 in the morning – Shiro settled down to have a browse whilst he waited. Apparently, he could make a Wishlist of things he wanted to be bought, but decided against it, much to Matt’s protesting that he needed a new laptop. Shiro told him to go back to his Christmas tree of disappointment.

A two hour nap later, and Shiro had ten messages.

The first message was asking for nudes. The second wanted pictures of his feet, of all things. Shiro decided not to reply to either.

Shiro, Matt and Slav amused themselves by taking turns to do dramatic readings of increasingly creepy messages until they were blushing up to the ears. This continued with each new message, until they got to one that wasn’t as awful. Thankfully.

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I'm attracted to you like the Earth is attracted to the Sun-with a large force inversely proportional to the distance squared

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I’m also a fan of your muscles!!!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I don’t know why I said that

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: both those things, really!!!!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I’m so sorry!!!!

“Fuck that’s actually sweet,” Matt commented.

“Yeah, he seems nice! Or shy, at least.” At last, someone he would actually like to message back.

“Might want to tell him you’re not mad then,” said Slav, “before he completely has a breakdown.”

“Oh, right.”

Takashi_Shirogains: Hey dude don’t worry!

Takashi_Shirogains: Honestly this is the sweetest message I’ve gotten yet??

“Should I send him a silly chat up line back?” he asked.

“Go for it!”

Takashi_Shirogains: Every time i look at you i feel like an astronaut...your beauty makes me float.

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: !! aww!!

“I should probably check what he looks like,” Shiro commented, hurriedly clicking on this strange man’s profile. Hopefully this guy wasn't a munter, or old as fuck. There had been a tiny profile pic, yes, but hardly visible, just an orange blur. Like Garfield's pubes or something.

Now he could see quite the collection of photos.

“That’s… that’s a pretty big moustache,” Matt noted.

It was. It nearly covered his mouth, bright ginger to match his hair. There were two other things Shiro noted immediately, the first one being his love of brightly-coloured shirts – sequins, swirls, the lot. The second one was that his smile: no matter what picture he was in, he always had the goofiest but kindest smile Shiro had ever seen. It certainly put him at ease.

"Could you fucking imagine that thing tickling your balls," exclaimed Matt, still on the moustache, apparently.

Slav gave a whine. "Matt, please!"

"Oh yeah! I'm sure your boyfriend knows all about that."

Shiro mimed throwing up whilst Slav scratched at his patchy beard and moustache. "That's my actual brother you're talking about!"

“45 years old,” Matt commented, ignoring them, “could be worse.”

“Yeah at least he’s not 70,” agreed Shiro. He wasn’t that bad looking either. Yes, the moustache was ridiculous and he was somewhat older, but there was something charming about him, charmingly handsome, even. He looked like he’d be equally able to provide a good joke and the exact comforting comment you needed to hear.

“Even his name is eccentric,” said Slav, “Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe. Who has four names? Especially ones like those.”

“I’ve never met a ‘Coran’ in my life,” Matt added, “didn’t even know it was a name; thought it was a book, to be honest. Then again, if my parents named me that I’d probably end up being a little eccentric.” He already was a little eccentric, but the other two decided not to comment.

Shiro just stared at the photos. Everything about this man was batcrap insane and, for some reason, he absolutely loved it. Maybe he just gravitated towards weirdos, but he wasn’t complaining.

“Dude he’s fucking loaded!” cried Matt, jostling his shoulder and pointing at Coran’s earnings, or what he claimed were his earnings. Shiro tore his eyes away from Coran and his garish shirts to actually study his profile.

Okay, he was a casual drinker too, interested in men, didn’t smoke. Under number of children he’d put ‘prefer not to say’. Shiro wondered what that meant. Did he have like ten?

“Woah, he’s a CEO of his own company,” he commented, “congratulations to him, I guess.”

Matt looked at him curiously. “A little infatuated, are we?”

“He seems nice,” Shiro reasoned.

“Yes but what has he put about himself?” asked Slav, scrolling down.

Matt snorted. “So what’s the probability of this guy being a serial killer?”

“Five percent.”

“I’d risk it. For that money.”

“Did either of you see he was a widower?” asked Shiro with a pang. Poor guy. How did he even bring that up in conversation? Well, not right now, for starters.

“What if he murdered his husband?” asked Matt. Slav looked at him in horror.

“You can’t say that! That’s horrible!”

“It might be true!”

“It’s highly unlikely!”

Shiro just busied himself with reading Coran’s profile and holy fuck did it confirm the man was the strangest human being on the planet.

Erm, hello there, weary internet traveller!!! I, Coran Hieronymus Wimbleton Smythe, would like to welcome you to my dating page!! I hope you find out what you need to know here, but to help, let me tell you a little about myself. I must say, it is quite the saga!!! I shall try not to tell every story here though, or we’ll have nothing to talk about ourselves!

Forty five years ago, on quite the historic day, I was born in Wellington, New Zealand, with a dream. Although, I probably didn’t have this dream as a baby, I probably dreamt about shitting myself and drinking milk. Anyway! The dream was education!! As a boy, I was fascinated by the world around me, and beyond. My interests were varied, but all relating to science. Then again, I suppose everything relates to science, in a way. I kept a collection of crystals and interesting rocks, whilst simultaneously looking to the stars with my little telescope. I also had a collection of fossils I’d found, and it was safe to say my parents were probably a little relieved when I packed my bags and went off to university!!!!!

It was there that I studied astrophysics whilst maintaining a love of drama and the arts, naturally. In my time I’ve travelled to the US to work with NASA before settling down in the UK, where I remain to this day. Not counting holidays and business trips, I suppose.

I am now the CEO of New Horizons, a company that makes science kits and equipment for the curious child!!!

It has not been an easy climb to the top, and I’ve had to deal with everything up to fighting a bear!!!! Yeah, I don’t live in the US anymore for a reason. I also had some trouble with a shark on holiday to Australia once and it didn’t end well. For the fucking shark!!! Shame, really, I hate hurting animals but you must do what you must in the name of self-defence, right?

I would say I was closest to my grandfather as a boy, and he taught me all he knew about geology! And everything, really.

As well as science, my hobbies include museums, watching plays, writing screenplays, water skiing, butterfly collecting, yodelling, flying, engineering and dance. I also love spending time at the beach!

I speak various dialects of English, as well as Māori, French and Mandarin, and apparently, I can do quite a convincing range of accents! I also love learning new languages, so if you speak a language I do not, never fret! I will soon learn it for you, my future dear!

I'll also just say it right fucking now: I will drink you under the table!!!

My favourite colour is baby blue and my favourite films are ‘what we do in the shadows’ and ‘hunt for the wilderpeople’.  I listen to anything really, though I prefer classical and jazz. I have heard some of your young people music, though, and I must say I’m fucking impressed!!!

Oh fuck, it seems I’m running out of characters. Well, I hope that was enough to glean something of my personality.

Cheerio!

“I love him,” Matt muttered, “like, I wish he was my uncle or something. Or even just a guy I could go on the piss with. I’d probably end up dead but it’d still be the best night of my life!”

“I want to listen to all these stories of his,” said Slav, “he’s probably a genius!”

“Not as big a genius as you though,” said Matt, “is there anything you don’t know?”

“How to be emotionally stable?”

“Dude, same.”

“I’m speechless,” muttered Shiro, silencing them both. This couldn’t be a real person, surely. His mind seemed incapable of working after reading about Coran’s life, and yet, he was pretty sure he’d be willing to believe it all.

Also, pray tell, what the fuck Coran?

“What does he want though?” asked Slav, “what is he looking for in a person?”

“Himself, probably,” Matt smirked. Shiro ignored him, and read on.

I suppose what I want in a romantic partner is romance, plain and simple - a deep bond and something long term. If that sounds intimidating, I’m sorry and I hope you find someone more to your tastes!!!

I can be incredibly doting, I promise, but I guess I also want long conversations about science and our lives too. I also would like someone not opposed to more cultural days out, though I’m open to fun of a more simplistic nature too!!!

“He means fucking,” said Matt.

Shiro rolled his eyes. “Or going to a club, maybe?”

I’m also partial to discussions regarding conspiracy theories, and am always interested to know which ones you believe, and which you find completely ridiculous. If you have any experiences with aliens, I’d love to hear all about them too!

“Shiro, run. He’s probably part of a cult.” Matt’s jaw had almost hit the floor by now.

“I think he sounds interesting,” Slav sniffed. He, for one, loved a good conspiracy theory, and was certain this was the reality where alien invasion was inevitable.

I don’t want to dwell on the physical, but I do have a thing for muscles!

“He’s your soulmate,” said Matt with such determination that Shiro couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“He is brilliant,” he reasoned.

“Why don’t you message him back then?” asked Slav.

Fuck. He’d forgotten about that little message notification.

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: You still there?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I haven’t scared you off, have it?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: Ooops, in that case I’m sorry!

“I’d have messaged him quicker if his profile wasn’t so damn long. And terrifying.”

Takashi_Shirogains: No no! I was just reading your profile!

Takashi_Shirogains: Interesting life!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: Why thank you!!! All true, I can assure you!!!

Takashi_Shirogains: good to know!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: nice to meet another scientist, may I add!!

Takashi_Shirogains: same!

Takashi_Shirogains: nice to meet someone who doesn’t want dick pics

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: Now I never said I didn’t

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I’m joking!!!!!

Takashi_Shirogains: good to know omg

“He’s not joking,” Matt insisted.

“Shut up.”

Takashi_Shirogains: so what brings you to the sugar bowl?

Takashi_Shirogains: I mean I signed up for a laugh but you seem nice so?

“I had to be honest about that,” he explained, “I’m not catfishing this sweet old man!”

It was imminently clear from Matt’s face that Shiro had said something dumb as fuck. “Okay, firstly, you’ve used all your correct information, so it’s not catfishing, still, and secondly, maybe he’s catfishing you. Also he’s on a website in the hopes of basically paying people to date him.”

Shiro gave a pout. Although he hated to admit it, Matt had a point.

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: Sugar what?

Takashi_Shirogains: sugar bowl

Takashi_Shirogains: you know, what this whole scene is called, apparently. Idk that’s what my roommate said anyway

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: scene?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: like, online dating? I’ve never done this before, I have to admit.

Matt snorted. “He’s either senile or majorly taking the piss.”

Or both, Shiro supposed.

Takashi_Shirogains: …

Takashi_Shirogains: like… sugar daddies and sugar babies??? This is what this website is for??? it's not my kink but i'm not judging???

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: hold on I need to google some things.

It took a full minute to receive Coran’s reply.

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: …

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: ..,

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: my

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: my son said this was a website for successful people

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I was wondering why no one I matched with seemed to be in the same bracket financially

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: not that I have a problem with that! It just confused me

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: Takashi????

Shiro wanted to reply, but Matt was buried in his chest, laughing with tears streaming down his face. Slav was on the floor, and Shiro wasn’t sure he’d ever seen the guy laugh so hard. He himself was certain he’d have a ten-pack by the time he’d stopped laughing.

Takashi_Shirogains: OH MY GOD

Takashi_Shirogains: you poor man!!

Takashi_Shirogains: are you oka y????

Takashi_Shirogains: Also call me Shiro everyone else does

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I’m so embarrassed!!!!!!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I asked my son and he fessed up but he won’t stop laughing!!!!!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: This is almost as bad as the time he added gimp masks to my shopping list and I actually asked the guy at tesco if they sold them because I didn’t know what a gimp mask was.

Takashi_Shirogains: how in the fu

Takashi_Shirogains: ck

Takashi_Shirogains: holy shit

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: yeah, that sums it up pretty nicely, Shiro

“So… how do you feel about being a stepdad?” asked Slav, “your sugar daddy might not be a sugar daddy but he’s at least a dad?”

“Fuck, he has a kid.” Shiro blew his tuft of hair out of his face, sinking back into the chair. He honestly didn’t know what to make of that information.

Takashi_Shirogains: so you have a son?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: I have 3 kids

Takashi_Shirogains: holy fuck

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: yaa I didn’t want to put it on my profile because it might attract creeps

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: sorry if that puts you off but I should mention my kids will always come first???

Takashi_Shirogains: yeah no I understand! It just came as a little shock but I don’t mind!!

He wasn’t sure he didn’t mind, but that would be something he’d have to think about later.

Takashi_Shirogains: how old are they?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: a little younger than you actually. My oldest just started uni!!!

“At least you’re not gonna be a toyboy who’s younger than his own kids,” Matt reasoned.

“Never call me that again.”

Takashi_Shirogains: so you don’t need me to babysit?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: haha no!!

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: oh, you weren’t expecting an actual sugar father, were you?

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: sorry to disappoint you

CoranCoranGorgeousMan: although I could try that if you want?

Takashi_Shirogains: no it’s fine! Like I said, I signed up for a laugh. Uni life got me broke and all

Takashi_Shirogains: also it’s sugar daddy omg

Shiro didn’t know what happened, but somehow he ended up talking to Coran throughout the night, eventually passing out on the sofa long after Matt and Slav had dragged themselves to bed. They talked about themselves, their lives and Coran’s children, and when Shiro woke up the next afternoon, he felt strangely giddy and lightheaded. He'd signed up ironically; what the hell happened?

[sonicchaos-fanfic]

| Sonic Chaos | Chapter One : Eggman Blows Up His Own Ship

( A/N:  This is REVISED FROM THE ORIGINAL!!! Thank you all for being patient while I revised parts of the story! I love you all!! Also, thank you @lightningstar1389 for illustrating this chapter! )

                                                ~Chapter One~

It was a warm summer evening where Sonic The Hedgehog and his best friend, Tails, decided to rest for the day. Lounging lazily in their beach chairs, they watched the sun set peacefully in the distance. The powerful duo had recently been on back to back adventures for the last few months; saving an entire race of aliens, fixing space and time, and almost accidentally draining the entire planet of its life force can be quite exhausting.

Sonic took a moment to focus on the silence around him. He closed his eyes and took a deep, slow breath. He wanted to hear nothing but the calm noise of the waves crashing onto shore and the distant call of seagulls on the horizon. The sound of the beach had always calmed him down, despite his irrational fear of the ocean.

“This is nice.” he said calmly.

“Yeah, it really is. I wish we could do this more often.”

Sonic looked over at his best friend and nodded his head in agreement.

Tails grinned and looked up. He took in all of the soft pinks, oranges, and reds that tinted the sky above him. The few stars that were appearing from behind the clouds twinkled like tiny diamonds. He thought for a moment, for the pink reminded him of somebody. He looked out towards the ocean with a curious look on his face.

“I wonder what Amy’s up to.” he said.

Sonic raised an eyebrow and sat up. “Amy?”

“Yeah. We haven’t seen her in a few weeks.” said Tails, shrugging his shoulders. Sonic stared at Tails for a moment, then sighed. He scratched his head in thought. Although he didn’t say it aloud, he himself also wondered about the whereabouts of his friend. Since he and Tails left the Lost Hex, Amy has been slightly distant and quite sick. Perhaps it may just be side effects of having the life drained out of her, but Sonic was still concerned.

Sonic lied down for a few more minutes to soak up the moment, then stood up to stretch his legs. Tails noticed this, and tilted his head to the side, watching him curiously. 

“What are you doing?” Tails asked.

“Ehh, I think I’m gonna head out for a run before it gets dark,“ Sonic replied, bouncing on his toes. Tails smirked.

"What for?”

“Just ‘cos. ”

Tails chuckled to himself.

“Tell Amy I said hi.” 

  Sonic turned to him, he half-jokingly rolled his eyes and shook his head before running off. Tails watched with a cheeky smile on his face as his best friend disappeared over the horizon. Once he was out of sights, the fox lied back down for a well-deserved nap.

On the other side of town, in a small, cozy apartment, Amy Rose had just finished pulling a tray of freshly cooked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven. She quickly pulled away after setting them on the counter, shaking her hands to cool them off after touching the hot cookie tray. She leaned forward and took in their sweet scent. They were perfect.

“Mmm!” she said, taking a cookie and pulling it apart.

“Cream! The cookies are ready!” she yelled, taking a bite of one-half of her treat. It wasn’t long before she heard tiny footsteps quickly approaching her. Cream came skipping into the kitchen, joined by her Chao, Cheese. Amy smiled and passed the cookies to them. 

 “Thank you, Amy! They smell delicious!” said Cream, staring hungrily at the cookies on the counter.After telling the two little ones to wait for the cookies to cool, Amy heard a knock on her door.

She wiped her hands to rid of any crumbs stuck to her gloves and scurried over to open the door. She was greeted with Sonic standing awkwardly in the door frame. He was swaying back and forth, and staring at his feet. “Sonic?! Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?" Amy exclaimed, thrusting herself on him. Sonic awkwardly smiled and lightly patted her back.

"Well, I-uh…just wanted to stop by and-” Sonic paused and sniffed the air. His nostrils were filled with the most delicious smell of sugary goodness.

“Are those cookies?” he asked curiously. Amy pulled away from him and nodded her head.

“Mhm! Do you want some?” she asked cutely. Before she could get an answer out of him, Sonic was already standing by the kitchen counter, loading cookies into his hands. Amy giggled and walked towards him. She was always amused by his huge appetite. Leaning on the other side of the counter, she gave him a curious look.

Sonic tossed a cookie into his mouth and almost immediately spit it out. He chewed really quickly and fanned his mouth in pain.

“Ahh!” he cried.

“Watch out, they’re hot!” Amy said.

“So, why did you come? Did you miss my hugs?” she bounced her brows in a playful manner. Sonic rolled his eyes and shoved another cookie in his mouth.

“Not exactly, Tails and I just wanted to check up on ya. You’ve been looking a little sick since the whole Lost Hex incident.”

“Oh? I’m fine, now. Thank you! I did get a little sick, but I got my strength back.”

“You sure? Nothing wrong?”

“Nope! Fit as a fiddle!”

Sonic nodded his head and marched towards the front door.

“Ah, well my time here is done, then. See ya!” Amy felt a sting in her heart. He’s leaving already? After two weeks of not seeing her at all? No, not on her watch. Amy quickly dashed over and blocked his path. She frowned, giving him a puppy-dog look.

“Awww, can’t you stay a little longer? I haven’t seen you in a long time! I missed you.” she said, batting her eyes. Sonic raised a brow and looked away. He hated when she gave him that look, it was too powerful, even for someone as strong-willed as him.

“Uh…not really, I kinda left Tails on his own, so…I should probably get back to him,” he replied, reaching for the door. Amy pushed him back a little, trying to stall and have a few more seconds with him.

“Wait! How about we go on a date tomorrow?” she asked suddenly.

“..A date?” Sonic looked uneasy as he stuffed another cookie in his mouth.

“Yeah! We could go on a picnic or something. I just wanna spend time with you, is all.”

“Amy, I dunno, I just wanted to take a break from-”

“I’ll cook.”

Sonic’s eyes immediately locked onto hers. He shut his mouth and chewed. Amy grinned, knowing that he was finally considering her offer. She decided to go in for the kill while he was still vulnerable.

“I’ll make chili dogs, too.” she smirked.

Sonic pressed his lips into a thin line and gave her a ‘you got me’ kind of look, and to pass up such an offer would be unthinkable for a chili dog lover like himself. But, is a date with Amy really worth it? Sonic looked at the ground and considered the question. 

It wasn’t long until Sonic ultimately agreed to the date, but he swears that he’s only going for the food and to hang out, and definitely not for romantic purposes. But, Amy did not care, she was just happy that she can spend some time with him again. As soon as Sonic shut the door, Amy swooned and celebrated to herself. Her cheeks went hot, as they usually do after she has an encounter with her crush.

~~~

The next morning, Amy made sure Sonic wouldn’t forget their date that day; he’s prone to doing so. She sent him a message as soon as she woke up, and reminded Tails to tell him about it. Amy skipped towards her dressing table and started to primp herself up for their upcoming picnic. After all, she had to make a good impression just in case Sonic may want to go on another date sometime!

Humming to herself, she opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of perfume. “Sonic and Amy, sitting in a tree, mmhmhmhmhmh!” she giggled, spraying a cloud of scented mist into the air and gliding through it. After she finished getting ready, she packed her picnic basket with her essentials. She knew a day with Sonic was just asking for trouble, so she packed a few extra items as a precaution. “Alright, I have the food, a blanket, some mint spray for…just in case!!” she blushed madly, imagining the happiness she would feel if Sonic finally decided to give her a big ol’ smooch.

“Eeep! Okay, Amy..focus! So…first aid kit, check, um…well, I guess the fire extinguisher isn’t that necessary..” she concluded. While gathering some last minute things, she heard a knock on her front door. She glanced at the clock on her wall. “It’s three already?! Oh gosh, it’s him!” she gasped, hastily grabbing her picnic basket and rushing to the front door.

Before her hand reached the knob, she paused to compose herself, and then excitedly swung the front door open. Sonic stood on her doorstep, casually looking around. “Er…hey! Told ya I wouldn’t forget!” he said with a smile. Amy beamed at the sight of Sonic’s face. There was just something about it that brought her so much joy. Maybe it was the charming, yet cocky expression he always had, or the spark of excitement he showed in his eyes. Either way, she couldn’t get enough of it.

“Erm, you ready?” he said. Amy skipped past him and beckoned him over to the sidewalk.

“Yep!”

~~~

“We can go dine at a nice fancy restaurant and after that, we can dance the night away in a secluded gazebo all on our own! OOOH AND THEN-”

“And then you can keep on dreaming cause we’re only going out to have lunch..” Sonic remarked, shaking his head. Amy puffed her cheeks out and rolled her eyes. “Oh, you’re no fun..”

Sonic and Amy soon strolled over to their destination, the local park. As they walked through the entrance, Amy let go of Sonic’s hand and locked arms with him. She had a look on her face that was prideful. Sonic, on the other hand, looked a little uncomfortable. She was so weird sometimes.

The weather was bright and sunny, and it seemed like everyone in the whole city was there. Many families laughed and played while the sun was still shining. The grass was a vibrant green and it swayed gently in the wind. The park rather large as well, large enough for everybody to have their own personal spot.

Sonic and Amy settled under a large oak tree in the middle of a field, secluded from most people. Amy set down her picnic basket and pulled out a cute baby blue blanket. She set it on the ground and flattened out any wrinkles before inviting Sonic to sit down. From her picnic basket, Amy pulled out two entire meals, drinks, candy, and even a small dessert. Sonic was a bit taken aback by the amount of food she had. He felt sick just by looking at it.

“Uh…well, you definitely prepared for today, huh?” he said.

Amy’s face went florid as she looked down at all of the items she brought. “Well…I just, ya know, wanted to be prepared! Want a chili dog?” she said, offering Sonic a steaming tupperware. Sonic stared at the juicy chili dog with a quivering lip. Slowly, he took the tupperware and popped the lid open. He was greeted with the most amazing scent of chili and beans.

“Oohhhh yeah, now we’re talking!” he smirked, ready to swallow the thing whole. Amy giggled, if there was one way to win Sonic’s heart, it was through his stomach! She scooted a little closer to him and lovingly batted her eyes to get his attention. Sonic eyed her closely, pulling the chili dog towards him. “Yes?”

Amy shrugged her shoulders. “Nothing, I’m just really glad you took me out today,” she said. Sonic took a huge bite of his food and playfully shrugged his shoulders. “Welcome!” he said.

“Sonic, don’t speak with your mouth full..”

“Sowry. Hehe…” he gulped,

“Anyway, it’s no problem, Amy. This is kinda nice,” he admitted.

As Sonic munched away at the pile of snacks, Amy took the time to take in her surroundings. She looked around, smiling as a group of children ran past her while playing a game of tag. She took a deep breath of the fresh air and closed her eyes. That day was such a beautiful day, and it seemed as if nothing could go wrong. It was perfect, and she was at peace.

Sonic caught a glimpse of her pleasant expression out of the corner of his eye. He faintly smiled at her, happy to see the rare instance of her being her true self and not the over-the-top lovesick Amy he’s used to seeing. He always wished he could see that side of her more often, and even he could admit to himself that he’d be much more open to being closer to her if she calmed down.

He dug inside the picnic basket and pulled out another chili dog.

“You hungry?” he asked.

Amy turned to him and smirked.

“No thank you, I’m waiting for our romantic dinner, later!” she said. Sonic gave Amy a slightly annoyed look in response. He sighed and put it away. A few minutes passed by with some light chit-chatting between the two, and eventually, they ran out of things to talk about. Sonic had the idea to go for a quick jog around the park, but Amy was not exactly up for exercise.

Sonic shrugged his shoulders and stood up to stretch. He looked towards the large field before them, noticing some pink and blue flower patches beginning to bloom. He smiled, and suddenly dashed away, startling Amy. She brushed her tangled quills out of her face and stared in confusion as Sonic ran towards the middle of the field, taking the flowers in his hands and gathering them into a cute little bouquet. She scratched her head, laughing as she noticed children trying to race him on his way back to her.

Then, out of nowhere, a giant shadow was cast over the entire park. Sonic, Amy, and several other spectators watched as a huge ship loomed over the area. On its side was a large painting of Dr. Eggman’s signature logo, his own face. Sonic quickly shooed the children away so they could find a safe place to hide. There was a sudden ringing of feedback that was heard throughout the entire park, which was very painful to listen to.

“This is your beloved Doctor Eggman, speaking! I am on a city-wide search for Sonic The Hedgehog!! If you hear this message and happen to know where he is, please turn him in IMMEDIATELY! Or else...” said the speakers. Some of the spectators gasped in horror. Sonic immediately tensed up, and he gave the ship a nasty look.

Amy quickly ran to Sonic’s side.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“No idea,” said Sonic, smirking a little. A door on the ship suddenly emitted mechanical hiss as it popped open, then revealed Dr. Eggman on his Egg Mobile.

“Ah, there you are! You’re just the guy I wanted to see!” Eggman rubbed his hands together in excitement. “Ooh, and your girlfriend decided to tag along, too? How wonderful! I still haven’t gotten your apology for tinkering with my jet-pack back on the Lost Hex. I’ll tell ya, it was quite the way down, ya know!” he crossed his arms, furrowing his brows in annoyance.

“Aww, do you need a band-aid for your whittle boo-boo?” “ Sonic said.

"To be honest, I was liking not having you around to pester me.”

“Then what do you need me for, Eggman? I’d be glad to test out one of your toys.”

A devilish smile crept onto Eggman’s face.

“Why don’t I show you? It’s on my ship, so just come on inside and you’ll find out!” he asked, gesturing towards his ship.

Sonic and Amy stared at each other for a moment, then exploded in laughter.

“Do you honestly think I’m THAT stupid?” Sonic laughed. Eggman chuckled in response, seemingly unfazed by Sonic’s taunting.

“Yes, I do, actually. And I’ll prove it to you!”

“Oh yeah?”

Eggman raised an arm and slammed his fist down on a large button. Suddenly, a large figure was dropped from the bottom of the ship and landed with a thud.  Sonic tilted his head to the side in confusion. It was a robot, but unlike any other robot Eggman has ever made. It looked like a panther made entirely of metal, with glowing red eyes and long, sharp claws. It slowly circled Sonic and Amy, yowling. 

Amy clung onto Sonic, hoping to stay as far away from the monster as possible. Sonic chuckled with excitement.

“I see you’re experimenting with something new!” he laughed, stretching his arms and legs. He bounced a little, acting as if the situation was all just a little game.

“Alright, let’s do this!” Sonic said, cracking his knuckles and getting into a fighting stance. But, before he could react, the panther suddenly leaped high into the air, and landed behind Amy, dragging its claws into the dirt. She let out a scream as the panther pounced on her, trapping her underneath its paws of death. The robot growled menacingly, which sent an unsettling tremor down Amy’s spine.

“Amy!” Sonic yelled. He went to attack but was tripped by a whip of the panther’s tail. Eggman let out a hearty cackle.

“Haha! You fool! I would like you to meet Saber, my latest most innovative invention yet! She packs quite the punch, doesn’t she?” Eggman spoke in a way that seemed more like he was congratulating himself instead of asking Sonic a simple question. Sonic clenched his fists in frustration and shot a dangerous look at Eggman.

“Let her go!” he yelled.

“Oh, I will. But, only if you do exactly what I tell you to.” Eggman returned Sonic’s glare.

“I don’t do what anybody tells me to do.” said Sonic.

“Oh? Are those…screams of terror I hear? Sonic, I think it may be important for you to know that if I give Saber the command, she’ll go on an unstoppable rampage, destroying everything and capturing everyone in its path. Starting with your girlfriend, of course. ”

Sonic’s eyes widened. He looked back at Amy, who was just an unlucky move away from having a really bad accident with one of Saber’s claws. He grunted, not liking the idea of following Eggman’s order. But, he knew that taking the risk wouldn’t be worth hurting all those people. Sonic stared at the ground for a moment, groaned, and turned around.

“Fine, I’ll go. But, you have to let Amy go first, and put that thing away!” he warned. Eggman quickly obliged, ordering the robot to set Amy down. Sonic ran over to her and helped her stand up. “Are you okay?” he asked. Amy caught her breath and nodded.

“Yes, I’m fine, but I’m going with you.”

Sonic opened his mouth to object, but Amy insisted.

“Don’t even think about convincing me otherwise,” she said firmly. Sonic shrugged his shoulders in response; once Amy made up her mind, there was no changing it. Eggman tapped his fingers impatiently as Amy gathered all of the things from the oak tree. As the two made their way into the aircraft, Sonic took Amy’s hand and squeezed it. “Stay close, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”

Sonic, Amy, and Eggman each stepped into the flying ship. Sonic and Amy stayed within each other’s eyesight, while Eggman wandered about looking around for something. Sonic placed his hands on his hips and tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. Amy grimaced as she caught a glimpse of all of the weird gadgets Eggman had lying around his lab.

“So, what do you want this time?” Sonic asked, watching carefully as Orbot and Cubot suddenly appeared through a doorway with a huge tray carrying a sandwich. Eggman took the sandwich from the tray and chomped down on it.

“Well, I have a proposal for you, Sonic! You see, I need you to do a job for me. I created this new invention–a portal to other worlds, and I needed an organic life form as a test subject.” he said with a wicked smile. Orbot and Cubot left for a moment and came back lugging a giant scary looking machine with them. At the top, a ring shaped light shone down against the floor.

Sonic took a step back. “Whoa, no way! I’m not gonna be your little lab rat!” he said. Eggman shook his head and chuckled. “Maybe not a lab rat, but a rat none-the-less.”

Sonic grumbled under his breath.

“Well, this rat is about ready to shove its foot up your-”

“Why do you need Sonic in particular?” Amy said suddenly. Eggman was silent for a moment, smirking.

“You know, you’re right, Amy. You’ll make a fine subject as well. Orbot! Cubot! Seize her!” he said. Sonic stepped in front of Amy and through his hand in front of her.

“Don’t even think about it. Now, why don’t you give me your usual speech about taking over the world so I can kick your butt and leave?”

Eggman raised a brow and rolled his eyes. Sonic was always a stubborn, immature, parasitic excuse for an organism; he will never learn, will he? Eggman was silent for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders and reached for his pocket. He pulled out a laser gun and fired towards the center of Amy’s chest without hesitation.

“WHOA!” Sonic immediately tackled Amy towards the ground, saving her from the fatal shot. The force of his shove caused them to slide across the floor a bit. Amy’s heart rate skyrocketed and she squeezed her eyes shut. Sonic shot up like a bullet and charged.

“YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER!” he yelled. Sonic swung as hard as he could at Eggman’s nose, but his fist bounced off an invisible force-field that encased the pudgy man. Sonic stared at Eggman with a startled expression.

Eggman grinned from ear to ear, taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Looks like you found another one of my new experiments.”

Orbot and Cubot lunged from behind and grabbed a hold of Sonic’s legs. “Huh?” Sonic’s head whipped around, and he was dragged across the floor alongside Amy and was thrown onto a circular platform. He saw Orbot smash a button on a remote control, trapping him and Amy in a glass tube. Eggman exploded in laughter as he watched the two bang on the glass.

“HOHOHOHOHOHOHO! GOTCHA! Eggman one, Sonic zero.” he said. Sonic snarled. He punched and kicked as hard as he could against the glass, but to no avail. He looked up, there was a ring light with seven bulbs inside. Six of them made a circle, and the last one was in the center.

Amy clung onto Sonic as the machine began to make a loud whizzing sound. The ring light began to shine brighter and brighter. Amy’s heart began to race and her body was shaking. “S-Sonic? What’s happening?” she exclaimed. Sonic squeezed Amy’s hand for a moment to reassure her, then let go to shield his eyes from the blinding light as it grew stronger.

Eggman continued his laughter until he realized the entire ship was shaking. He stooped down and tried to grab onto something, but couldn’t see anything through the white light. “What?! THIS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN! ORBOT TURN IT OFF!! NOWW!” he cried. Orbot flailed around trying to look for the remote, but he could not find it.

The ship began to shake vigorously, tossing Eggman around like a rag doll and causing all of his gadgets, doodads, and his precious sandwich to crash to the ground. Sonic and Amy clung to each other as tightly as they could and watched in shock as the glass case surrounding them began to dissolve into tiny particles.

Amy screamed as the tiles on the floor cracked beneath her feet. Sonic pulled Amy against him and stepped away from the growing hole in the floor, but was trapped by the remaining glass. “Just hold on as tight as you can, Amy! Try not to let go of me!”

Citizens from the park below stared in shock as Eggman’s airship seemed to have a mysterious white aura forming around it. It shook and rumbled and whizzed. Pieces of it started breaking off and dissolving into the air like it was disappearing somewhere else. The noise it was emitting was growing louder and louder. Then, in an instant, the entire ship was engulfed by a bright light and was gone.

Then, Sonic was falling.

CHAPTER TWO

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Rhys Lewis talks tour and his upcoming debut album

Rhys Lewis is a singer-songwriter on the rise. Currently, on tour with Julia Michael's, Rhys is winning over the hearts of crowds with his open and vulnerable lyrics. These lyrics are opening a place of connection. "I find it empowering to be able to put my emotions into something that I can share with the world and feel comfortable with that." Lewis says " That is the most rewarding thing, to know that what helped you through something is potentially helping someone else." The artists' honest storytelling has garnered attention in high stream counts, and appearances on a number of TV shows such as The Hills, Love Island, and more. With the success of his EP's and singles, the soulful singer is set to release his debut album in 2020. We talked about what excites him most in our interview below. Rhys Lewis was an absolute treat as a live act. He played some of his heart-breaking songs like 'Reason To Hate You' and 'No Right To Love You'. Along with those he played songs to look forward to on his next album including 'Somedays' a truly beautiful song. The artist played a lovely opening set that the crowd didn't want to end. As an opening act Rhys Lewis gained several fans from the sold-out crowd. Spectators could be seen looking up and adding the artist to playlists on Spotify, and cries of "That went by too fast, I wish we got more songs." Fans will be able to hear more songs on an upcoming UK headlining tour and as future success is sure to follow the singer from Oxfordshire, England. Read my full interview with Rhys Lewis below. We talk about stories from tour and embarrassing performing stories, his honest and vulnerable songwriting, gaining confidence as a live act, his upcoming album, and more. https://youtu.be/sbWkv0KNA1E I'm here with the insanely talented Rhys Lewis. Welcome to Salt Lake City, how are you doing? Rhys Lewis: I'm well, I'm a little bit exhausted because we have been driving a lot the last few days. We had some big ones and just drove from Colorado and then before that we drove from Minneapolis to Denver. So we have had some really big drives. But that has been amazing because I have never done this type of touring and to see this country in this way, in an RV is amazing. There's a lot of nothing in all of these places but the nothingness is actually quite interesting for me and my keys player who has never seen it before, so it has been really cool. It's been really fun. And you're on tour with Julia Michaels and you've been all over the world for this tour, what have been some of your favorite things? Yes! Well I mean we have seen so many new places. The first time I went to Australia was on this tour. To see Australia was amazing, even to travel that far and see some of the crowds singing my songs as well was a real special thing. Going around Europe, I have been around Europe quite a lot but there were even cities that I have never been to before. If you get like a day off and a chance to go explore the city and you get to experience some of the culture and traditions. Sadly, we haven't had loads of time on this tour to do that because the drives have been so much bigger, compared to Europe these have like dwarfed any drives we've done in Europe. But it's just been incredible and I've found it quite sort of a real challenge to get through these shows because it's not a normal thing to do as a singer to do this many shows at once and to do all of this traveling it's quite extraordinary to go and travel this much and to stay healthy and get through these shows. So I'm pleased that it has gone well and I'm pleased that I've gotten through these shows. It does feel like an achievement. https://youtu.be/aniZ9zp0U-k It is an achievement. Rhys, I have been excited all week for this. A lot of your lyrics and songwriting are very vulnerable and you do it seemingly effortlessly and with power, what is that process like? Oh, thank you so much! It took a while to get there actually. I remember when I first started writing the song I was not really putting much truth into them, and I didn't, to be honest, have much to say or to write about because I hadn't really gone through anything. I've gone from sort of just enjoying the process of songwriting to then actually really relying on it and needing it for an emotional outlet. It is a powerful thing. I find it empowering to be able to put my emotions into something that I can share with the world and feel comfortable with that. It is amazing to stand on stage and be able to communicate that with a lot of people, and even just to release music and hear the other people on other side of the world have been touched by or it, or have felt it as a support in their life. That is the most rewarding thing, to know that what helped you through something is potentially helping someone else. Speaking in the same emotional language of something that I've gone through is a powerful thing and I suppose the more I've done it the more comfortable I've become at doing it. I do now find it a bit of a privilege to have an audience that wants to listen to my stuff and know that anything I do release has people that care about it enough to want to stream it, and download it, and come and see a show. It is a privilege indeed to do this as a career and know that there are people out there that want to hear it. Speaking of songwriting, I loved your Instagram highlight of odd lyrics. It's been a little over a year but you pointed out some of the odd lyrics in popular songs. I wanted to see if you had a new lyric or what your favorite odd lyric is? Oh right (Laughs) yeah yeah, do you know what there was one the other day that we said it and I fail to remember. If I remember I'll message you. There are some bizarre ones. Actually, when I posted that someone mentioned some of my lyrics and told me how they don't make sense. It was like the minute you kind of open up the gates for criticism you know that you are going to be caught. So, hopefully none of mine are too suspect but I'm sure there are a few (laughs). Yeah, and I wanted to ask because I just thought it highlighted the humor and your personality... Oh, actually you know that new song Monkey dance or Dance Monkey which is one of the biggest songs in the world right now that was shown to me by a radio station I was having an interview with. I listened to it and I was thinking "how is this?" it's like just gibberish lyrics so you can write about that because I could not believe that it was like #1 somewhere and was like an adult nursery rhyme. https://youtu.be/WyTfSEKX40Q That's why I appreciate lyrics like yours that are open and deep. Tonight, we are here at The Depot and what can we expect from a Rhys Lewis live show? Oooh. I mean I think in a similar way to my lyrics I think I have a quite open, vulnerable side to myself on stage because I am a little bit shy when I get on stage. I don't think my friends would call me shy, I'm quite confident in a few areas of my life. But when it comes to being on stage I still feel a bit awkward sometimes. I think part of that is because some of the lyrics I have, and some of the songs I have are quite revealing. I still haven't figured out how to go on stage and be myself. Some days you can stand up there and really feel yourself and just have this easy way with the audience. Other days you feel like a stranger to yourself and everyone in the room. I haven't really figured out how to make that more consistent yet but I do know that the more I do it, the more comfortable I'm getting. I feel like I'm always honest in the sense that I don't ever try to pretend like I'm really happy or whatever it is. The way I feel is the way I feel and you get the show you get. I don't tend to try and plan it, I just try to go out and enjoy it as much as possible. I want to be in the moment with Aiden who is my keys player and really on delivering the best show possible. It is a set that feels very much autobiographical which is nice. It is full of all my influences musically as well. And to feel yourself does a lot of it come from feeling acceptance from the crowd? You know what that part is so strange and I can't quite put my finger on it. Sometimes the crowds just bring an energy that you don't expect and you rise to the occasion because they bring an energy you have to match. Where that can fall down is when you don't have the energy to fully meet them and so you feel like you're constantly not quite getting to where they want you to get to. Then other times you've got loads of energy and you go out there and you're really fired up and then you get out there on stage and no one is really feeling it, or there is a lot of chatter, sometimes the rooms too big, or the sounds not right. Loads of things can sort of put you off and it is quite funny where there are so many things you can control and so many things you can't. Sometimes those are the things that define the way you feel or the way that the audience interacts with you. I've kind of gotten used to doing as much as you can to make sure I give a great show, and whatever else happens happens. Like I don't take it too hard if I don't catch a crowd that night because there are times you don't expect to because you feel like shit and you feel it is a terrible show but then that terrible show seems to be the one people really liked and you go off stage thinking "I played terribly" but then the crowed quite enjoyed it. I worry too much about giving a really really great show or perfect vocal performance where actually when thinking or worrying about that you almost give a worse performance or a performance that is to in your head and you're not looking up or out at the crowd and seeing what they're giving you. It's a conversation isn't it? You have to recognize the crowd that's there and how they're feeling collectively and you have to try to match that with your delivery but also at the same time it is like a balancing act and I can't worry too much about what they're thinking. So you just do your job and it is a load of contradictions I've found and you have to just focus on the way that you're feeling and the way that they're feeling. The best times are when your energy levels match and something in the room just happens and you have a great show and you don't think about it. So it is often when you are not thinking and feeling mostly in a great show. https://youtu.be/EXj3yWkaW8U It's interesting all the factors that go in. Again, I watched all of your Instagram highlights and had a good laugh. One of them I'm sure is another factor of a live show and you talked about being self-conscious during a live set that your fly was down the whole time and you were unable to check. What are some other funny live show experiences you have like that? Oh, I've had a few on this tour. I had one when we were in Madrid and again, it was almost to the end of the European tour and I was slightly tired, sleep-deprived, and delirious and I speak a little bit of Spanish so I thought it would be nice if I did on stage and without realizing it we were playing Lisbon the next day and I went on stage and shouted "Hola, Lisbon" and I got a really strange reaction but I hadn't realized I said Lisbon and my keys player Aiden was looking at me and I was just thinking 'that was quite the strange reaction' and got to the end of the gig and said to Aiden "they were a bit weird at the start, weren't they?" and Aiden was like "you do realize you got on stage and said hello to the wrong city?" So that is one and then I have had a few where I have been gassy and like wanted to burp. Sometimes you scarf something down a meal or have a drink before taking the stage and you feel like every song you have to hide or take a step away from the mic and do like a gentle burp. So stuff like that is going on in your head while you are trying to show you are being sincere. So there is a lot that can go wrong (laughs) Those things are quite funny. You have finished recording your debut album and it is coming out in 2020, what are you most excited from it? Oh, there are a few. One of the songs is called 'When was the last time?" and it is a song me and Aiden wrote as well and it kind of just fell out. It was one of those songs that just came to be. He was like doing this piano thing and I just started singing over it in the studio and before we knew it we had what I think is this really powerful chorus. It's a really powerful song and it's like we didn't even try to write it, it just sort of came and I love those. I think because I have such fond memories with writing it and because we had a great time recording it as well we got a really interesting piano song and recorded it all to tape, it's a quite nostalgic thing listening to it. I'm excited about that song in particular. There are loads of others on the album that... there's another song called "Somedays" which is about my family and my friends who I don't see much of but when I do I really appreciate and miss them. Then there is one called 'Good People' which is another song about my family and friends. There is a mix of everything which I like. Then another song that is quite close to my heart is called 'What wild things were' and it is a song that I wrote about my feelings towards climate change and things like that. It's weird having driven around America in an RV guzzling loads of petrol gas, I feel like a hypocrite. But I do care immensely about that issue. I struggle with the fact that my career has such a heavy carbon footprint and it is a song about that and may be sort of guilt-fueled but at the same time it is one that I hope can bring awareness to my fans of the issue. https://youtu.be/Gum_rZ-JdOY Wow, that is a pretty deep thought and I am excited about the album. I have a question that I ask in every interview and that is if Rhys Lewis likes karaoke? and if so, what your go-to song would be? I love karaoke! I do love karaoke. Do you know that Pina Colada song? I really like that song. I go for that one I think. That was weirdly one of the songs that two years ago in Europe we would finish the show and then our sound engineer would turn that song on as we were leaving and then it became this really nostalgic thing and so we put it on as sort of this warm-up thing. It's quite funny because its a bit of a ridiculous song. It's a really fun song and everyone knows the words to the chorus so I go for that one. Or... do you know that song which is quite good if you've got a group of friends to sing the other bit the "Don't you want me baby?" song. Anything in the eighties really. Well. thank you, Rhys. It's been really great to sit down with you, I can't wait for the show tonight, and for the album in 2020. I really appreciate it. No worries. Thank you. It's been great chatting with you. Check out more from Rhys Lewis on his website, Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter. Read the full article