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Announcement that we'll resume updates of Soli NEXT WEEK!!! Took a break for July to just kind of let everyone's busy vacation month sail smoothly, and then July ended up being the anti-vacation month for me. Thanks for being patient though! we had even more stupid stuff happen around the house recently (including our one and only water heater bursting, which disabled all of our house's showers, too, which has been... fun XD;;). It's been a weird month, and in the end I just decided to rest as much as humanly possible when I could. I'm a little behind on (work, everything skldfjj) thanks to this weird July, but we're back in business now that most things have finally blown over (...except still no hot water, but! we're supposed to get the replacement in tomorrow) Everything just keeps happening so much!! At least it seems to have finally calmed down. Thank you again for being patient, I haven't touched my ask box other than to read what you've sent, so I promise I'm not ignoring you! I've just not had a moment much of all month. But yes, updates resume next week, July can go take a nap because I think it's cranky, and I look forward to sharing everything with you guys again!

[bratzforchris]

You Are In Love

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Summary: You and Luke have been through so many ups and downs and life adventures together, that he decides it's finally time to show you how much he loves you. Part 3 to the sugar daddy!Luke series (but can be read as a standalone!).

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Luke x feminine reader

Warnings: age gap relationship (college student x older male), sugar daddy/baby and dom/sub dynamics, unprotected p in v, oral (m receiving), marking, dirty talk, hooking up, fingering, overstimulation, fluffy ending (i think that's all but lmk if i missed something in the comments!)

Word Count: 7.5k

A/N: hi besties! i'm officially done with this semester of college so i finally had some time to write and finish up this story that i've been working on all month :) i hope you all love it! happy holidays you guys<3

(p.s. this is based off of "You Are In Love" by taylor swift<3)

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“Luke!” You squealed, writhing under him as he tickled you. “Stop!” You gasped for air, giggling beyond belief. 

“Or what?” he asked. 

“Or we have to get up and go get those matching Burberry coats I sent you last week.” You smirked, looking up at him with soft doe eyes. 

The blond hummed, kissing your neck softly. “We can do that anyway, baby girl.”

“Luke,” You whined again. “I was kidding. I don’t need them.”

“Ah ah,” he tutted, running his pointer finger along your chin as he laid down beside you. “No pouting, honey. That’s the point of having a sugar daddy, is it not?” he asked. 

You blushed, hiding your face in his hairy chest. “Mhm. I think we should keep having snuggle time first, though.” 

“If you insist.” Luke yawned, kissing your forehead and pulling your naked body closer to his own on the silk sheets. 

You two had just finished a rather spicy scene and now you were simply content to lay in bed and cuddle on the chilly, Saturday afternoon. Luke had a way like that. You could just lay in silence with him for hours and not get bored. You laid your head on his strong chest as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through his work emails before migrating to Instagram. The blond’s whole aura was so calming, that even the most mundane things he had to do mesmerized you. 

You watched as a smile grew on Luke’s face. “What?” You asked. 

“Remember this?” he asked you, tilting the phone so you could see the post.

It was an Instagram memory from a year and a half ago. It was of you and Luke at one of Columbia’s charity balls, dressed in black tie. That night was still one of your favorite memories. Since then, you two had grown so much, both as individuals and together. You would be receiving your undergrad degree in May from Columbia and Luke was on top of the world with the current stock market. Your relationship had grown as well, moving away from the sugar daddy/baby dynamic. Your relationship was no longer transactional, and Luke absolutely loved to show you off to the world. He still spoiled you beyond belief, both with material things and with a freakishly active sex life, especially now that you were living in his humongous  penthouse apartment with him. Despite all this, you began to let your mind wander as you laid on Luke’s chest, thinking back to that night last May. 

One look, dark room, meant just for you. You gazed across the ballroom of The Plaza Hotel, watching the tall blond. His curls cascaded against his face in an almost princelike way, but you couldn’t deny that he was looking at you. You sipped your ginger ale that had been poured in a champagne flute, hoping the dimness of the room would hide your blush. Time moved too fast, and before you knew it, he was standing next to you. 

“Hey,” he hummed in a luxuriously deep voice. “Having fun?”

“Mhm!” You nodded, trying your best to appear that you were, especially since you didn’t know exactly who he was. 

“You’re better than me,” he chuckled, downing the last of his cocktail. “I hated these things when I was here.”

“Oh?” You asked, your interest piqued. 

“Luke Hemmings,” he nodded, holding his hand out for you to shake. “Columbia grad.”

“Oh,” You bit your lip, trying to hide your shock. “I know you, I think.” 

“Most people do, sweetheart.” he chuckled. 

“You’re big on Wall Street, right?”

Luke nodded brushing closer to you. The blond was clearly happy that you knew who he was, and it was evident as he pressed himself closer to you, brushing the buttons of his coat against your emerald green, silken gown. “Not nearly the biggest.” he laughed lightheartedly. 

The sound made you swell up with happiness. Luke’s laugh was unusual for a body like his, but it suited him so well. It was warm and sunshiney, just like his smile and the golden curls that engulfed him in his own personal halo. 

“So, do you have a name? Or are you just the mysterious pretty girl?” he chuckled. 

The feeling that this beautiful (not to mention wealthy) man wanted to know who you were made the butterflies in your stomach take flight. You gazed up at him, studying his stubble and his beautiful, full lashes, before you trailed your eyes down to his plump, pink lips. You knew he was older; you were still only a sophomore at the university, after all, but despite not having any proof, you had seen enough to know that Luke was looking for more than just a conversation. 

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” You smiled softly, brushing back against him. “You’re really nice.”

Luke chuckled, wrapping an arm around you. Instead of shrinking back like you would if any other man did that, you melted into the blond’s touch, noting how warm and soft he was. He stayed silent for a moment, before gazing down at you. “So, would you wanna get out of here?” he asked. 

“With a man I just met?” You joked. 

“It’s just a question. Up to you.” he whispered huskily into your ear. 

You nodded, a sudden streak of boldness running through you. “Y’know what? Why not?”

Luke smiled, grabbing your hand and leading you through the crowd as you dodged some of your professors, university faculty, waiters, and esteemed party goers in general. Once you made it out into the main hallway of the hotel, you breathed a sigh of relief. The lobby was nearly empty, which wasn’t surprising, seeing as it was almost midnight. The plush carpet sank under your feet as you and Luke walked up to the valet desk. The staff didn’t even need a name, they simply hurried off to retrieve the blond’s car. 

“Are you cold?” he asked, holding your hand as you walked down the grand marble steps to the sidewalks of New York City. 

“A little bit…” You admitted sheepishly, a blush dotting your cheeks for probably the fiftieth time that evening. 

Luke smiled softly, pulling off his suit jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. “Better?”

You nodded softly, breathing in the scent of his expensive cologne. “Thank you, Luke.”

As you spoke, a sleek black car pulled up to the curb and the driver hopped out, opening the doors for you and Luke. You didn’t miss the Bentley logo on the hood as you carefully stepped in, noting the fine Italian leather. Luke stepped into the driver’s seat beside you, immediately revving the car up and pulling out into the never-ending traffic of the city. 

“What did you have in mind?” You asked your newfound partner. 

“Whatever you like,” Luke smirked. “But there is a beautiful French coffee shop near here that’s open all night?” 

“Sounds perfect.” You said graciously, smiling at him from the passenger side. 

“So,” the blond started, making small talk. “What’s your major?”

You smiled over at him. Luke’s eyes were genuine as he pulled into a parking deck near the cafe. Before you could even answer, he was parking and helping you out of the car. He was such a gentleman, it almost made you wonder why he was talking to you instead of any other girl. You held onto the blond’s arm as he helped you out, smiling up at him. 

“Journalism,” You said happily, always willing to talk about your major and passions. “I wanna be a music journalist.”

Luke smiled, holding your hand as you walked down the levels to the street. “I’ve always loved music. When I’m not working, that is. Wall Street doesn’t give a ton of time for much else…unless it’s something I really want.”

As you two walked into the cafe, you couldn’t help but to notice the chain of your necklace, reflecting in the lights of the city that never slept. Luke opened the door for you and led you into the establishment, easily ordering you both a coffee. You sat down at the table in the corner while you waited, trying not to let how giddy you were with nerves show. 

“Do you have a certain time you need to be back by?” Luke asked you, checking his golden Rolex as the waitress placed a fancy coffee in front of you both.

You shrugged, looking him up and down with a flirty look. “Not unless you’re ready to be rid of me.” You hummed, twirling a strand of your hair. 

Most people probably wouldn’t believe you unless they were your best friends, but despite your studious personality, you loved to flirt. Besides, who wouldn’t want to see what a billionaire CEO who was not lacking in looks had in mind? You could see it in Luke’s blue eyes that he was having similar thoughts as he searched your own.  You smirked at his reaction, biting your lap as he placed one of his large, ring-clad hands on your knee. 

“Finish your drink then we can get out of here.” he said, almost like a command. 

You hurriedly did as he said, enjoying the rich, French coffee that warmed you from the inside out. You could practically see Luke’s eyes clouding over with want for you, and you longed to see what his chest looked like free from the white button-down he was sporting. As soon as you had finished your last sip, he was pulling you up and out of the shop, smiling fondly at you as you wandered back to his car. 

“There are some…rules we need to follow if we’re gonna go further.” Luke hummed as you both got in the car. 

“I understand,” You said sweetly, looking at him. “Go on.”

“I’m not looking for anything serious right now. I just want to make that clear. I want someone I can fuck and spoil without having to worry about…everything else,” the blond said, looking at you honestly. “Kinda like a sugar baby.” a smirk grew on his face. 

“Oh,” You said, flushing red. “That’s okay with me.” Your voice was sultry as you spoke. 

You knew Luke. You had done research on the top investment bankers on Wall Street for one of your classes and lo and behold there he was, number one at just twenty-six years old. It wasn’t even the money that was that enticing, though. It was just Luke as a person. Ever since you had seen him on your laptop screen, you had been in awe of him. He was absolutely beautiful, in a way that made him seem unreal; almost like he belonged with the gods instead of on Earth. The fact that someone like that wanted to be around you, sexually or not, was gratifying. 

“Second of all, you’re going to have to sign an NDA, sweetheart. No one else can know you hang around me, nor can they know where any gifts you get come from. Deal?” Luke asked, a hungry expression in his blue eyes. 

“Deal.” You nodded firmly. 

The blond snaked his large hand around the nape of your neck, pulling you across the console of the car as he began to kiss you. His tongue was soft and warm and tasted like a mix of coffee and the bourbon he must’ve consumed earlier in the evening. You kissed Luke back just as fervently, moving your hands to tangle in his honey-blond curls. It didn’t matter that this man was a billionaire you had just met. He tasted like both heaven and sin, as if he could save you, and make you do awful things. The scent of Hugo Boss Bottled was absolutely intoxicating on this man, making you want to bury your nose in his chest and stay there forever. 

“So, would you like to take this back to mine?” Luke asked softly, but with lust clouding his voice. 

You nodded quickly, and Luke planted one last kiss on your already swollen lips, starting the car. He quickly pulled out into the streets, zipping in between cars as he sped towards southern Central Park. You almost didn’t believe where he was going until the supertall, luxury high rises made of glass and steel came into view. You didn’t know why you had wondered where Luke lived; of course he lived on Billionaire’s Row with all the other businessmen and mega-celebrities. 

“It’s nice, isn’t it?” Luke asked as he pulled up to the valet in the parking garage of his building. 

“It’s amazing,” You muttered, craning your head back as you observed the night sky that was aglow with the lights from all of the buildings. “It’s like something out of a movie.”

“Just wait until you see my penthouse.” Luke snuck the word that just affirmed his wealth into the sentence, kissing your cheek and placing a sneaky hand on your ass as he handed his keys to the valet. 

You leaned into his touch, looking up at him as he grinned down at you. Taking your hand, Luke led you to a slightly discreet elevator, smiling softly. “Up to mine.”

“You have your own elevator?” You didn’t know why you sounded so shocked. 

Luke chuckled. “Yes, sweetheart. I have my own elevator.”

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he led you into the fine, marble elevator. With the walls being made of glass, you could practically see the whole of New York City underneath you as you rose higher and higher. Luke’s hand hadn’t left your ass the whole time, and your heart raced at the thought of what the night held. Finally, you docked and the doors opened, allowing the blond to lead you into his penthouse apartment. 

“It’s beautiful.” You mumbled, breathlessly as you surveyed the humongous living room. 

“Sit down,” Luke nodded to the large L-shaped couch. “I’ll be right back.”

You carefully sat down on the white, plush couch tentatively, afraid of staining it or ruining it somehow because you were sure this couch cost more than you spent in three months. Your eyes darted around the apartment, noticing how everything was absolutely spotless and all white. It was a very neat apartment for a young bachelor, but then again, Luke probably had a maid. The blond returned shortly after, having ditched his suit jacket and brandishing papers and a bottle of Cabernet. 

“Would you like some?” he asked, reaching for wine glasses that were sitting on a crystal tray on the coffee table. 

“No thank you.” You blushed. 

Nevermind that you were only twenty. You were just terrified of spilling red wine on his white carpet and couch, not to mention your silk dress. Luke didn’t seem to mind, though. He just poured himself a glass and then pushed the papers and a fine, wooden pen towards you. His blue eyes held an almost soft honesty as he spoke to you, his curls that had been gelled back for the night falling loose. 

“This is an NDA. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just for my safety, and so the magazines don’t come after me or you. Understand?” he asked. 

You nodded, kissing his cheek that was much softer than you had expected. “I know what an NDA is, silly.”

Luke blushed, and you saw a hint of who he was out of the public eye. “I’m really sorry if this is awkward. I just…I think I come off more confident than I really am.”

“I understand,” You said honestly. “For what it’s worth, you’ve been so kind to me this evening.”

The blond gave you a crooked smile, pushing the papers. “Sign and then we can do something else.” he winked. 

You quickly signed the papers without a second thought and then turned to Luke. “What else were you thinking of?”

Luke grabbed you by the hips, pulling you across the couch and into his lap. Hoisting your emerald dress up your legs, you straddled him, looking down into his crystal eyes. Luke held both of his hands across your ass, pulling you closer to him as he began to softly suckle on your neck. You practically moaned at the feeling, bracing yourself against his broad shoulders. 

“Is that okay?” the blond asked, pulling back to look at you. 

“It’s better than okay.” You smiled, pecking his lips. 

Luke ran the hickeys down from behind your ear, across your collarbone, and then to your breasts. Unconsciously, you began to grind into his lap, feeling the blond’s bulge underneath you. He began to slowly bounce you on his leg, soft, erotic moans leaving his mouth as he unzipped the back of your dress. You whined at the feeling of your already-dampening panties at the way Luke ran his hands along your body and the noises that fell from his lips. 

“God, Y/N. You’re so fuckin’ hot,” he whispered huskily. “Wanna take you to my bed and fuck you until your little cunt can’t cum anymore.”

You whimpered at his dirty talk, pushing yourself into him. “Luke, please.”

He easily stood up, despite holding you, and carried you deeper inside the apartment. His bedroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the house, and the blond softly placed you on his California king bed, smiling softly at the way your silk dress fanned out on the sheets. You blushed under his gaze, well aware of the heat flaming your cheeks. Luke placed another kiss to your lips, undoing his tie. 

“So goddamn beautiful.”

You couldn’t help the little giggle that escaped you as Luke showered you with praises. He smirked softly at how cute you were, slipping his thumbs under the straps of your dress. You pushed yourself up to meet his hands, moaning softly as you arched your back. 

“May I?” he asked. 

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his back as he slid the dress off of you, smirking at your bare boobs and white thong. Luke bent, leaving a kiss on your wet underwear as he slowly pulled off your golden, strappy heels. After he tossed the shoes across the room, Luke began to unbutton his own white, dress shirt, giving what you had wanted all evening. You were practically salivating as Luke rid himself of his shirt, leaving you to revel in the glory of his chest.

He had the perfect mix of lean and slightly squishy on his body. His hairy chest mingled with the silver chain around his neck, which trailed down to his milky tummy, and then to the happy trail that snaked its way into his waistband. 

“Do you like what you see?” the blond asked you with a chuckle. 

You nodded eagerly as he climbed into bed with you in his gray, Calvin Klein boxers. “I can see why you were GQ’s Man of the Year.” You said breathlessly, still in awe of him. 

“Oh, so you’ve been looking at me before, baby?” a smirk dawned the blond’s lips as he climbed on top of you, flicking his tongue across your breasts. 

You whimpered at the feeling of him across your sensitive skin, running your nails along his back. “Show me I won’t be disappointed.” You told him. 

Luke began to softly suckle on your tits, leaving more hickeys as he trailed down from your chest to your stomach, then to the waist of your underwear. “May I?” he asked, snapping the white elastic. 

You nodded quickly, bucking your hips up to meet the boner that was growing in his boxers. “Please. Just fuck me. That’s what you wanted, right?” You asked, fluttering your lashes. 

Luke smiled, kissing your cheek softly. “You’re a fast learner, baby girl. You sure you’ve never been a fuck doll before?” the blond hooked his thumbs around your panties, slowly and teasingly smiling as he pulled them down your hips. 

You didn’t have time to respond, because Luke began to slowly rub his thumb over your clit, to which you let out a gasp. He began to speed up the rhythm, smirking as he felt your legs clench around him. You moved your hands from his back upwards, tangling them in his strawberry blond curls. Luke began to use his other hand to slowly slide in and out of you, his fingers gliding easily because of how wet you were. 

“Luke,” You moaned out, bucking your hips up closer to him. “Gonna cum soon.”

That just made the blond tease you more, glee in his blue eyes as he continued to pleasure your entire pussy. Tears were coming to your face as you held back, that white-hot feeling building up in your lower stomach. To stimulate you more, Luke began to rub his clothed dick against you slightly, enjoying the moans that fell from your lips at the friction. You were both panting and moaning until finally, Luke kissed your pubic bone. 

“Go ahead, baby,” he hummed. “Cum all over my fingers.”

You didn’t need to be told twice to do what Luke asked. You immediately clenched around his graceful fingers, whimpering as you came. Collapsing back onto the pillows, you just caught Luke sucking his fingers off, looking so sinfully beautiful. 

“You taste so fuckin’ good, Y/N,” Luke moaned, beginning to stroke his cock through his underwear. “Think you’re capable of another round?”

You nodded quickly, looking up at him. “Let me.” You said, placing your hand over his own. 

“Well, if you insist.” Luke smirked, practically ripping off his underwear. 

His dick stood tall now, throbbing as it practically begged for you to touch it. You got on your knees, looking up at the blond with a smile as you ran your tongue across his tip. You knew he would be too big to take all of him, so you slowly began to take his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head back and forth while pumping his base when you hit the back of your throat. Luke threw his head back with a moan, pushing his hips towards you. 

“Feels so good, Y/N. Oh my god…” he panted as you sucked him off. 

Luke began to grip your hair as you bobbed your head up and down. He could feel his dick twitching in your mouth, begging for him to claim you and cum all down your throat. The blue-eyed man gripped your hair, pulling you closer to him. Without warning, he released thick, white ropes of cum shooting down your throat. Luke pulled off so you could breathe easier, but he didn’t miss the slutty smirk that was decorating your face. 

“You like that?” he asked. 

You nodded eagerly, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. “Yummy.” You giggled.

Luke kissed your forehead, caressing your naked body. “You are so, so perfect. Think you can hold up for one more? I need to be inside of you.” he said, beginning to passionately kiss you. 

You moaned against his warm, plump lips as Luke massaged your breasts while kissing you. Before you knew it, you had moved to straddle his lap, moving your hips in teasingly slow circles. Luke grunted, moving to grab your ass. 

“Gonna act like a slut, gonna get treated like one.” he hummed, thrusting his dick inside your folds. 

You moaned at the feeling of suddenly being so full, bouncing on his lap to adjust. “Oh my god…” You breathed out. “So big.”

Luke smirked at that, his ego being fueled. He pinned you down to the bed, beginning to ride you. His thrusts were fast and sloppy, but they were oh-so-powerful. You could hear that sound of his headboard hitting the wall as he railed you, and you were silently thankful that Luke had the whole floor to himself. Your silence didn’t last long though, for Luke hit your G-spot, making you cry out. 

“Gonna cum.” You whimpered, tears pricking your eyes as you tried to withstand the overstimulation. 

“You can do it, baby girl,” the blond coached you. “Hang on longer, princess.”

You wrapped your legs around Luke’s hips as he continued to pound into you. Your second orgasm was always much faster than your first, and right now was no exception. You sobbed at the feeling of needing to cum so badly, but despite how your emotions appeared, you were really loving this. You gripped the silken sheets in your hands as you writhed under him, until Luke finally kissed your tear-stained, sweaty cheek. 

“Show me how good you can cum on my cock, baby.” Luke growled in your ear. 

You immediately clenched around Luke’s dick, letting go. It was the best orgasm you had ever had, and you knew Luke could tell by the way he was smirking at you. You were still panting and riding out your high when the blond’s dick twitched inside of you and he quickly pulled out, cumming on your thighs. 

“Uh uh…” You panted, staring up at him completely fucked out. “Good pull out game.” You chuckled when you caught your breath. 

Luke smiled, kissing your cheek. “What else would you take me for, baby girl?” he hummed. 

He pulled a pack of wet wipes from his nightstand, wiping both you and himself down before he gave you another heated kiss on the lips. The blond patted your ass softly, in an almost shooing motion. “Get on out of here and get some rest,” Luke cooed. “Call me tomorrow. There should be something waiting for you on the kitchen counter.”

You hurriedly pulled on your silky dress. Your heart dropped a bit as you watched Luke toy around on his phone, that is, until he looked up at you through his lashes, telling you he ordered you a private car to take you back to your residence hall. The blond gave you one last kiss as you left the room, reminding you to check the counter. As you wandered into the kitchen, you saw a rather stuffed envelope with your name on it laying on the marble countertops. 

Your jaw dropped as you opened the package to reveal an enormous stack of cash. You quickly began to count it, speaking softly to yourself. There was over a thousand dollars in that one envelope. You shot Luke a quick thank you text, hurrying out of his home and down to the idling car for you, a smile gracing your face at the thought of your newly found sugar daddy. 

“Whatcha thinking about?” Luke asked, tapping your nose. 

“Sorry,” You blushed, realizing how long you’d been zoned out for. “Just thinking about you, I guess.”

“Oh?” he asked, cocking his brow. 

“Just how much I love you.” You smiled, snuggling closer to his chest. 

“I love you,” Luke hummed, pulling you closer to him. “That night changed my life for the better.”

You smiled when you saw the softer side of Luke’s personality peeking out. You knew that below his stock market aficionado personality, Luke was still a soft, sweet little boy. You had discussed the things from his childhood before, which is why Luke had had a rather hard time staying in long-term relationships. That is, until he met you. The same effect Luke on you, you had on him. He felt that spoiling you and loving you gave him a purpose outside of work. You loved him for more than his job, status, or wealth. When you two were together, he was just Luke, and you were just Y/N. 

“I changed my mind,” You hummed as you cuddled up with Luke. “I don’t want to go get those coats now. I’d rather stay in and watch a movie.”

“Are you sure?” Luke asked, always looking for a way to spoil you. 

“I’m sure,” You nodded. “You know I’ll never turn down naked cuddles.” You winked. 

The blond chuckled, kissing your forehead. “Whatever princess wants, princess gets. Just don’t forget, we have dinner reservations tonight.”

You smiled, hugging him. “We should watch a movie.”

“Would you like to?” he asked, running a hand through his hair. 

You nodded, sitting up and wrapping your pink, silk robe around yourself.  You tugged Luke’s hand so that he would get up and do the same. Your boyfriend pulled on a pair of loose, gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips, allowing your eyes to trail from his happy trail up to his broad chest. You shook your head and grabbed Luke’s hand, tugging him to the kitchen. 

“C’mon, we gotta make coffee first.”

Luke smiled at your antics, chuckling softly. Despite the fact that you were only less than seven years apart, he felt that you kept him “young”. Having never been able to have a real childhood due to studying and watching his father’s empire grow, Luke enjoyed seeing the childlike joy spread across your face. You plugged in the espresso machine while Luke pulled two mugs down from the cabinet. You giggled when you saw the pink, Hello Kitty mug in his large hands, looking up at him softly. 

“I remember that one,” You said, standing on your tiptoes and kissing Luke’s cheek. “You bought it for the very first time I spent the night.”

“That I did,” the blond said, wrapping his arms around you from behind while you started the coffee. “For my girl.” he hummed, leaving a kiss on your neck. 

“You bought me my own mug?” You asked Luke as he pulled them down from the cabinet, filling the pink mug with coffee for you. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” he chuckled, passing the cup of warm liquid to you. 

“I dunno,” You shrugged, looking out the window down on the people of New York City to avoid Luke’s eyes. “I guess I just thought we were mostly…physical.” You blushed. 

It was Sunday morning and you were sat at Luke’s kitchen island, hair messy and in a white lace nightie. It was the first time you’d ever spent the night with him, and you had been pleasantly surprised. Luke had cared for you much more than you’d expected him to, showering you with praises and even currently puttering around the kitchen, making you breakfast. You could see the smirk decorating Luke’s face at the term physical as he turned towards the toaster. 

“Shit!” he yelped, drawing you out of your thoughts. 

“Are you okay?” You asked hurriedly, coming around the island as Luke ran his hand under cold water in the sink. 

“Burnt the toast,” the blond huffed, gesturing towards the plate that was responsible for his injury. “Goddamn it.”

Sure enough, the small, white saucer held two pieces of absolutely blackened bread that was nowhere near edible. You chuckled as you scraped the “toast” into the trash, kissing Luke’s cheek. “I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He nodded, wrapping his arms around you once he had dried his hands off. “Now that I’m holding you I am. What do you say we go out for breakfast, yeah? I know a wonderful Colombian place that we can have privately.”

You smiled, looking into Luke’s blue eyes and then down at your nightie. “I would love to, but uh, I don’t have ‘proper’ clothes to wear.”

Your clothes from last night were covered in a…variety of substances, and you didn’t deem them appropriate for going out anywhere, but especially not to a high-class restaurant with a billionaire. Luke didn’t seem to mind though, he just took your hand and drug you to his closet, throwing the doors open. Everything was organized in an absolutely immaculate way; pressed shirts hung just right, pants folded perfectly in Ikea dressers, shoes stacked neatly on shelves, and a rotating belt hanger. Before you knew it, Luke had rummaged together an outfit for you, consisting of a white button-down that would be a stylish shirt dress on you, a New York Yankees baseball cap, and some gold jewelry. 

“How many times have you done this before?” You asked somewhat seriously as you began to dress. 

“What? Take care of a woman? Plenty.” he grumbled. 

You blushed under the lustful glare in his eyes, knowing you were working him up and loving it. “I was kidding, you know.”

“I know. I just think it’s cute how you pretend to be so big and bad like you weren’t screaming my name last night, baby doll. By the way, keep the shirt.” Luke flashed you a smile that was much whiter than the average person’s was, but your tummy flared with butterflies nonetheless. 

You nodded, breathing in the scent of Hugo Boss Bottled again as you finished dressing. You had no plans of getting rid of anything he gave you. You were so attached to him that you knew it was stupid, but Luke was just so captivating. You understood now why women had been fawning over the blond for years. 

“Are you ready to go?” he asked. 

You nodded once more, and Luke took your hand, leading you down to his car. Today he had decided on driving the Range Rover, and once you were both seated comfortably (and he had made a call to arrange private dining at the restaurant), he began to speak. “You know just because you’re a sugar baby doesn’t mean I don’t value you, right?”

You looked across the console at Luke as he pulled out into the busy streets of New York City, admiring the sharp curve of his jaw and the slope of his nose as his sunglasses cast shadows onto his face. “Go on.”

“I just…I feel a connection to you, Y/N. I enjoy having you in my life, baby girl,” Luke paused for a moment, gripping the steering wheel before speaking again. “You make me feel good. Better than I have in years, actually. Both mentally and emotionally.” he looked over the bridge of his sunglasses to make sure you were listening. 

You blushed, your cheeks flaming under the brim of the baseball hat. “That’s very kind, Luke. Thank you.” You reached across the console to where his right hand rested, pressing yours on top of his own larger, ring-clad one. 

“And I have this promise to you that I want to keep. I want to make this work.” he spoke as he pulled up beside a restaurant, watching as a valet came hurrying out. 

“I think we can, Luke. I think we can.” You said, leaning over the console and pressing a passionate kiss to his plump, pink lips. 

You were absolutely ready to let go of the fears and ghosts you had and just be. Luke made you feel different. He gratified you physically, emotionally, and mentally, and that was exactly what you needed.

“Hello, earth to Y/N. You zoned out again. Coffee’s done.” Luke hummed, tapping your shoulder. 

“Sorry,” You said, ears turning pink. “I guess I’ve just been thinking a lot lately.”

“About…?” Luke questioned, taking his mug and padding to the living room. 

“I dunno. Us? How we got here?”

Luke smiled as you sat down beside him, throwing an arm around you. “We got here because I couldn’t resist the body in that pretty emerald dress and then learned about the woman wearing it.” he chuckled, flicking on the TV. 

It hadn’t meant to be sexy, but you still blushed, hiding your face in his chest. “I know, it’s just…it’s hard to believe we’re in a long-term relationship when we started with the whole sugar baby thing.”

“Well, life is surprising that way,” Luke shrugged, navigating to the rom-coms section. “All I care about is the fact that I have my beautiful girl now. Mwah!” he said, planting an exaggerated kiss on your forehead as a movie began to play. 

As you two fell deeper into the plot of the meet-cute characters, you couldn’t help but to notice the silence between you and your lover. It wasn’t uncomfortable, not in the slightest, but it was almost like you could hear something in it, telling you how much you truly loved Luke. As surprising as it may have been to others, you knew the blond was your forever man. You were in love, true love at that. 

Before you knew it, the movie had ended and Luke was picking you up off the couch and throwing you over his strong shoulder. “Time to get ready for dinner.”

You giggled, wiggling in his arms. “Put me down!”

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I have something for you.”

Luke led you into your master suite, setting you down on the bed. You watched curiously as he went into the closet and then returned with a dress bag and a shoe box. You blushed and giggled as you saw the designer logos that were plastered on both. No matter how long you were with Luke, you would probably never get used to such spoiling. 

“What’s this?”

“Oh, just something for you to wear this evening,” he hummed. “I’m gonna go get ready.” Luke left a kiss on your cheek before grabbing the suit he’d laid out on the dresser and puttering to the bathroom. 

You slowly pulled the plastic back from the garment to reveal a beautiful, flowy red dress. You practically gasped in awe at the rich material, quickly sliding it over your head and marveling in the body mirror over how the dress hugged you perfectly, accenting your body in all the right places. 

“Wow,” Luke said breathlessly when he re-entered the bedroom. “You look amazing, my love.”

You blushed under his gaze, looking up at him. “Thank you. I was thinking of wearing red lipstick. Both because it matches the dress…and because it looks good on your face.”

Luke smirked, leaving kisses down your neck. “Please do.”

As you did your makeup and finished getting ready, you let your mind wander. Putting on your mascara is when the thought hit you. Would Luke propose tonight? You shook your head with a small laugh, thinking about how ridiculous the thought actually was. He would give you more of a heads up than that. You knew that Luke would propose one day, but it probably wouldn’t be on a random date night. 

“You ready, darling?” he asked, checking his watch as the Rolex logo glinted in the light of your vanity. 

“Mhm,” You nodded with a smile, standing up and taking his hand. “Always.”

“I booked us a driver for tonight,” Luke informed you as you two left the apartment. “That way it can be all about us.”

You smiled, snuggling closer to his arm. “That sounds perfect. Where are we headed?” You asked as you stepped into the sleek, black car with Luke. 

“You’ll see-” he smiled softly. 

You cut Luke’s sentence off by kissing his lips softly. Sometimes, you just couldn’t believe your boyfriend was real and had to kiss him, just to make sure. Your lover looked so much like a prince right now it was almost illegal. His navy blue suit complimented his blue eyes perfectly, and his light blond curls fell to his shoulder just right. In short, Luke looked absolutely dashing. 

“Hey, this area is familiar. There’s the hotel.” You smiled, nudging Luke’s shoulder. 

Sure enough, the car had stopped outside of the hotel you and Luke had met in so long ago, to which Luke smiled at you. “We have a quick errand before dinner. C’mon.” he smirked. 

The driver opened the door of the backseat for you and Luke, allowing you to step out onto the sidewalk in the chilly, New York City air. The sun hadn’t quite gone down yet, but it was enough to be cool and you pulled your jacket tighter around yourself. Luke took your hand, smiling softly and led you up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby. 

“What are we doing here?” You asked as he led you towards that all-too-familiar ballroom. 

“I just thought we’d stop by. It is almost Christmas, after all,” he said, nodding towards the large tree in the corner of the ballroom. “What better time to do some reminiscing?”

You blushed softly as Luke led you to the center of the grand ballroom, underneath the luxurious, diamond chandelier. “Would you like to dance, Y/N?”

You nodded softly, trying to hide your embarrassed giggles as Luke played a waltz on his phone and began to spin you around. It was quiet here, allowing you to focus on nothing but Luke. Even though you had known for so long now, you realized just how in love you were with Luke. Looking into his eyes must’ve been what true love from all those princess stories felt like. All that mattered was that you had him and he had you. As the song came to an end, Luke brought you in close and kissed you softly, taking great care not to ruin your lipstick. You had thought that you two were done, that is, until Luke pulled back and got down on one knee, making your heart stop. 

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than anything ever. I have since the day I met you. You are my sun, my moon, and all of my stars. You have given me a reason to live. Will you marry me, Y/N?” Luke asked, a soft, crooked smile on his face as he opened the ring. 

“Yes!” You squealed, throwing your arms around his neck. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Luke picked you up and spun you around as a photographer stepped out from behind the tree, snapping photos. You couldn’t believe this was your life, especially when Luke slid the enormous diamond onto your finger, kissing your knuckles softly. You were so overwhelmed with love and tears that you hardly heard Luke speak to you. 

“We have one more place to go.” he whispered. “Shall we?” the blond led you to the car once again, but you stopped your lover, tugging on his arm. 

“It’s snowing!” You smiled, craning your neck up to gaze as the flurries fell on and around you. 

Luke took your hand, spinning you around in a soft dance. The light glinted off his eyes and brilliant white smile perfectly, making your new fiancé look like a real life angel. It was almost like you two were in a snowglobe, dancing round and round until you finally pulled each other into a deep kiss, ignoring the “awe”’s and snapping of photos by passing strangers. Luke quickly helped you into the car, directing the driver towards his office on Wall Street. 

“I know your job is demanding, hun, but do we really have to go into your work after we just got engaged?” You pouted and nudged the blond, knowing the effect it had on him. 

“Shhhh,” Luke hushed you with a kiss on the head. “We’re not going for work; I want to show you something.”

It wasn’t long until you had arrived at the large skyscraper and were in the ornate elevator, looking through the large, glass windows as you rose higher and higher above New York City. It was hard to believe Luke actually worked here, but you recalled the one night you had seen his checking account balance when he had left his laptop open, and it suddenly didn’t seem as crazy. Even though it was a Saturday evening, people bustled around the office shouting numbers and hurrying after their bosses. 

Luckily, Luke had a quiet, private office to which he threw the door open. “Ta-da.” he hummed softly. 

“You came here to show me your office?” You giggled. 

The blond shook his head, leading you over to the large, black desk. When you saw what he was referencing, you could’ve cried. There were several framed photos of you, all smiley and joyous that Luke had taken himself. Even on his desktop wallpaper was a photo of you when you two had gone to Turks and Caicos over the summer, plus a sticky note stuck to the monitor that said “Book Y/N’s Grad Trip”. 

You threw your arms around Luke’s neck as tears pricked your eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you more, baby girl,” he hummed, holding your ass in both hands and peppering your face with kisses. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I should be the one asking that question. I really understand now.”

“Understand what?” Luke asked, softly setting you down. 

“Why they lost their minds and fought the wars. Why people in romance novels are willing to give up everything for their lover.”

As you spoke, you could see tears brimming on Luke’s lower lash line. In all your time together, you had never seen the blond cry. You wrapped your arms around his waist, laying your head against his tall, broad shoulder. 

“We’re not going to dinner now.” Luke chuckled and sniffled, wiping his eyes with his thumb. 

“Why?” You asked curiously. 

“Because I want to fuck you until you can’t walk anymore, princess,” he smirked huskily. “I know the ring on your finger says it, but I wanna make you mine.”

“Well, if you do insist.” You giggled. 

Luke picked you up bridal style and carried you out of the office, not caring who was looking. They wouldn’t say anything to him anyway. And in that moment, you realized that you were in love. 

[bloody-peach]

Penny for Your Sins: A BNHA League Of Villains x F!Reader series - Part 1: Intro

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No Goodie Bag or Now Playing section for this.

Chapters (not in any order, except intro/outro):

START: Intro (you are here)

• Shigaraki

• Dabi

• Twice

• Mr. Compress

• Spinner

• Toga

END: Outro

Chapter TW: drugging, kidnapping, stalking [if i miss one, please let me know!]

A/N: Hey, i finally got the LOV series going! Just so you guys know, I plan to release these as a choose your own adventure kind of thing, where you can choose what order you want to read. I'll mostly keep them episodic, but forgive me if i mess up a bit. I've never done these kinds of things before, so please bear with me. Sorry the intro is so short, the rest of the series will be much longer. Anyways, ENJOY!!

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The familiar sounds of passing cars, people talking, and various music from shops rang through your ears as your walked down the busy sidewalk. You always enjoyed listening to this as you walked through Kamino each night, but sometimes, like tonight, the noise can be a bit too much. You turn down an alleyway to take a shortcut to avoid the crowd. But as you walked, you soon heard a second pair of footsteps behind you. You stopped walking, the sound stopped. You walked again, it continued. You quickly looked behind you and saw nothing there, just trashcans and the crowd walking by in the distance. You felt a sense of fear and dread flood your body as you decided to run, the secondary footsteps matching your pace. You didn’t turn back, you just kept running and running, feeling something was catching up to you. Once you reached the end of the alleyway to another street, you looked behind you and still saw nothing. You sighed in relief, thinking that maybe your steps were just echoing in the alley. But as you went to turn around and head out, someone placed a rag on your face and held you tight so you couldn’t move. You smelled something chemical and you immediately blacked out.

You start to wake up, your senses slowly coming back to you in stages. First, your consciousness, your eyes were still closed and you could barely hear anything. Next was your sense of touch, you felt something soft underneath you. Then was your hearing, the sound of an air conditioner softly humming, a tea kettle whistling, and a pair of footsteps graced your ears. Then your sense of smell, you could smell a mix of fireplace smoke and sandalwood. Finally, you had your sight back. When you opened your eyes, you saw a black ceiling. You looked around and noticed you were in what looked like a bedroom, but not one you’ve been in before. Your head turned and you saw someone standing by your bed. You quickly sit up and look at who it was: it was that man you heard about in the news. Kurogiri, a member of the League of Villains.

You started to panic, but he raised his purple smoked covered hand and that made you freeze. “Relax. I have no intentions on harming you.” That did ease your panic a bit, but your fight or flight was still active, asking, “What’s going on?! Where am I?!” “Please, ma’am. I’ll explain. But you need to calm down first. Here, this should help.” He handed you a glass of hot tea, chamomile by the scent and look of it. You shakily took the tea and took a sip, which immediately started to ease your nerves as it flowed down your throat. “Thank you,” you said. Kurogiri nodded and spoke, “Now, the reason you’re here. You see, I had a talk with everyone and we all agreed that we would all benefit from having someone to help us relieve our stress and to vent our frustrations to. That way, we’re better focused on our work and can work more efficiently. I suggested we would recruit a specialist, but it appears everyone else had a different idea. Hence, why you’re here.” You were confused, not sure what was going on. “So...I’m here to be the League’s therapist?” “More like a person to seek comfort in, but I suppose it could be seen as that.” “Why me?” Kurogiri shook his head, responding, “Unfortunately I can’t answer that. I was not in charge of the selection process. But now that you’re here, I’ll let you know your situation. You will be living in this apartment from now on, or until we have no use for you any longer. It is located underneath our hideout, hidden from the outside. You will be given food and access to basic needs. You are free to roam the premises as you please, but you cannot exit the building for any reason. If you need anything, just ask and I will assist you.”

You look around the room and noticed the black walls surrounding you. You saw that the apartment had everything you’d expect: A kitchen with a stove, cabinets, and refrigerator, a bathroom with a shower and toilet, a living room with a television and a kotatsu, and a bedroom with a twin sized bed with grey and blue sheets and pillows. It was about as big as a one-person apartment, where most rooms were combined into one, those rooms being the living room, kitchen, and bedroom. But you also noticed that the only two windows were up high and one was there for the air conditioner to function, the other window providing some light into the room. Right now, the moonlight shown through into the room, but you knew that the sun would show too, telling you what time of day it was. The place did look pretty cozy, but...

“What happens if I refuse your offer?” “Then you will be let go. But I cannot guarantee your safety from the League once you are released.” The way he said that, it almost sounded like a veiled threat. That told you one thing: you either had to accept the offer, or be stalked for the rest of your life and eventually be killed by the League. You thought over your choices. You wondered why they chose you, but you remembered the various times you’ve helped people on the street with problems. Maybe one of the members saw you helping someone and picked you because of that. This is just basically the same thing, helping others with their problems. Plus, it wasn’t like there was anything or anyone for you to go back to, anyways. And refusing the offer would not be the safest option for you, so might as well take it.

You sat your now empty mug down on a table and said, “Okay. I’ll do it.” Kurogiri nodded, saying, “Excellent. I’ll inform the others of your agreement to stay here. You’ll meet the others soon enough, I suggest you do whatever they request of you. Don’t worry, they seek you for comfort and relief, none of them wish to harm you. Again, if there is anything that you need, just ask and I’ll attend to you.” He then bowed his head and said, “Have a good evening, miss.” With that, he left the room, leaving you to your devices. You decided to just sit and watch TV for the rest of the night. As you surfed through various channels, you wondered who would the first person to visit you be. Maybe this won’t be so bad, after all...

[t-nd-rfoot]

CWJBHN aka All That Jake Wants

Can we just be happy now? - Jake Scott, Josie Dunne

Summary Jake tries to help you see that you guys can be more than childhood best friends, even if it scares you

Pairing Jake Seresin x childhood best friend!reader

Theme fluff, slight angst in between

Warnings relationship/commitment anxieties, military relationship

Word Count 1.5k

Note Really wanted to try writing something from his POV, so this took awhile to figure out!!! I've been in love with this song since it came out. MAJOR coincidence that the artist's name just so happened to be Jake, but I thought this song fit him really well. And since the song this fic is based on is a duet, I'm thinking of releasing a version from reader's POV, so let me know in the comments if you'd want to read it!

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“Quit it.”

“Quit what?”

“That.”

Jake couldn’t help it. He wasn’t even doing anything except looking at you from the passenger seat. But with the way you stole glances back at him—that playful look in your eyes as you tried and failed to hide your smile, he knew you didn’t mind at all.

“What do you mean? I’m just a mere passenger observing his surroundings, and I just so happen to be surrounded by…”

Ahead of him was a nearly clear sky, with few clouds above still from the afternoon rain. He looked to his right and and saw nothing but sea and sky. And as he turned to his left, he saw…

“…you.”

As cheesy as it sounded, he wasn’t entirely wrong; there really wasn’t much around you guys. But he knew what he meant. And by the way he saw you blush again, he knew you knew it, too. He cleared his throat to clear the lingering tension. “Where are you taking me, anyway?”

“Seriously? You don’t recognize this place?” you mused.

Finally taking his eyes off of you, he looked around and realized your destination. The light drizzle stopped just as you pulled over at the edge of a cliff, the exact cliff you had taken him so many times the last time he visited and stayed with you all those years ago after his first deployment.

It was about a month or so after he returned to the States. He blocked out two whole weeks to visit you in your new city—LA, of all places, so different from your mid-sized town in Texas, but he always knew since you were kids that you were meant for bigger things. This cliff was apparently your favorite place in the area, since you rushed him here instead of to your apartment where he could settle down, and the two of you spent hours on hours catching up. His two-week visit turned into one month, and hardly a day and an adventure passed by that you guys didn’t end up here.

And here you both were again nearly a decade later. Things picked up exactly where they left off, except this trip meant something more. He’s gone too long without you, and he was set on changing that. And with how the last couple of months went, things were almost falling into place.

Almost.

“You really didn’t think you’d leave again without one last hurrah, ‘Res?” you teased. His high school nickname never sounded sweeter, he thought.

The two of you had gotten out to stretch your legs. He took off his jacket to wipe down the remaining droplets on the hood of the car, making a place for the two of you to lean on as you admired the ocean view—a view he could honestly care less about when you were right there beside him. But still, he looked around trying to remember every detail he could.

“Man, I sure am gonna miss this,” he sighed.

“You’re going to get views like this everyday, even better ones. I’m kinda jealous.”

He scooted closer to you till your arms touched. “Yeah, but it’s not gonna be the same.”

“How so?” you asked, leaning into him.

He laced his fingers through yours, playing with it for awhile as you waited for an answer. He looked in your eyes before turning back to the ocean. “For one, I won’t have my burger fix while enjoying the view—”

Laughter immediately flew from your lips as you let go of his hand to elbow him in the side. He flashed his pearly whites at his own corny joke, always taking pride in being the only person to get that kind of laughter out of you. “If only there was a McDonald’s in the sky.”

“A fly-thru,” you played along, “Give it a few fifty years or so. You’ll be their very first customer.”

“Hell yeah, bring back taste to plane food.”

That one moment of normalcy ended as your laughs did. He doesn’t know how, but his hands found yours once again. “But seriously, Y/N, I don’t think I could look at that again without thinking about you,” he said, gesturing to the view in front of you.

“Jake…” you sighed and shied away from him. He lifted himself from the car and stood in front of you, one hand caressing your cheek, the other tucking your hair behind your ear.

This whole trip, he’s dropped little compliments and gestures implying something more. It started out light and playful; he didn’t want to overwhelm you right away. At times, you even reciprocated it. But time was running out; all he needed to know was that you felt something too.

“I know I should have said something sooner. But that’s what I’m doing now, and I’m not going to let another ten or twenty years go by without finally letting you know how I feel,” he confessed softly. He tucked his hand under your chin. “I’ll understand if this isn’t something you want, but give me one good reason why this wouldn’t work.”

The silence spoke for itself the longer you took trying to come up with an answer. He closed the distance between you even more, and when he wasn’t met with any resistance, he rested his forehead on yours. But he could still sense the tension in you.

“If we do this, you leave in two days. Then you’ll be gone for what, six, seven months? Maybe even longer? I don’t know if I can handle that,” you whispered.

“We’ve gone without each other for much longer,” he said.

“But that was different—this is different.” Tears welled up in your eyes. “I don’t wanna lose you, Jake.”

His heart ached to see you like this. Worry washed over him as he wiped away the tears that had fallen from your eyes. “You’re not gonna lose me, darlin’, I promise.”

“You don’t know that,” you argued back, “what if long distance doesn’t work? What if we do this and realize that we’re better off not being together? Things aren’t going to go back to normal. And you know my track record with relationships, Jake. I don’t wanna give you a reason to resent me if this goes badly. Or worse, something could happen to you out there and I’d never see you again.”

It was that last thing that drew a sharp breath in him. No matter how good he knew he was at his job, the realities of it was something he couldn’t escape. To subject you to that…

No.

He couldn’t afford to think about that right now.

His mission right now was to be with you, no matter how little time he got, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get to make the most of it.

If there was anything he learned about being a navy pilot, it’s to take your shot when you see it. He’s prepared if he misses, but it was better to take a missed shot than none at all, right? Now that both of you laid out your feelings on the table, there was no point in turning back.

He wrapped his arms around and pulled you against him, closing whatever little distance there was left between you. He placed his a kiss on your forehead, his lips soft enough to comfort you, but the kiss itself firm enough to assure you. You buried your head further into his chest as he stroked your hair.

He could have stayed with you like that forever, but the sun had almost started to set; the clock seemed to tick faster and faster.

He had to set things right.

Pulling away, he looked down at you, your eyes still glassy with uncertainty. “Look. I’m not gonna pretend that anything you said is impossible. But isn’t that all the more reason to try? To see if we can beat the odds? It’s not even an ‘if’ for me, Y/N. I know we can. With everything we’ve gone through together, how could we not?”

He watched as you struggled to form a reply, so he continued.

“If it’s the future that’s scaring you, then let’s not think about that now, if that’s what you want,” he assured you, still holding you gently. “We have 48 hours left together, and I don’t want to waste it. That’s 48 hours to just be…”

He wracked his brain, struggling to find the right words.

“That’s 48 hours to be happy. Can we—can we do that? Just be happy, right here, right now?”

His eyes pleaded for an answer. “Well, ‘Res,” you nodded softly as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “when you put it that way, how can I say no?”

Finally.

Relief didn’t even have time to wash over Jake’s face as he kissed you the moment those words left your mouth. He’s dreamt of this moment for years, but none of those dreams measured up to the real thing. It’s like he knew you both fit like puzzle pieces, your bodies molded together the deeper you kissed.

And that’s how both of you stayed, never letting go of each other as you watched the sun set over the horizon.

It was 48 hours well spent. Tears were inevitably shed as time ran out, but Jake was all smiles even as he departed. Sure, he was more than sad to go, but at least he knew this time—and for the rest of time—that his happiness didn’t have to end.

Disclaimer I do not own Top Gun: Maverick or any of its characters. I do not own CWJBHN by Jake Scott and Josie Dunne. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.

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[tadpolesonalgae]

GIRL!!! i have been a quiet (but faithful, don’t get it twisted i have never missed an update) reader. i love cbmthy and am so thankful that you’ve brought us this story, i genuinely look forward to your updates. but what the heck!!! i’m so sad about reader :( i feel like i just got blue balled (in the best/worst way possible). i’m so attached to this story, i feel so bad for y/n. i hope there’s a way to beat the 6 month lifespan, i am on my hands & knees praying she lives a long and eventually happy life 😭🤯😓😀🥹🙏🏻🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

anyways, sorry for my ramblings, and thank you for the story. we appreciate and love you and cbmthy y/n so much!!

- your loyal, distraught reader

Hiya!!!

You're making me feel all warm and happy, thank you for enjoying cbmthy so much :(

And sorry about reader's situation... I promise it's not all misery from here though! I know I've blabbered about some vague stuff already but I'm just so looking forward to vicariously going on some adventures with reader (and also you guys because I love getting to hear thoughts and reactions to chapters or scenes - they really make me so happy to hear <3)

'i hope there’s a way to beat the 6 month lifespan,'

I mean, where we are in the story at the moment I think is around early/mid November? I'm not sure about actual dates but I know that in Velaris it feels like it's winter, so six months forward will at least see her through the cold and back into the warmer weather! Not to mention she still gets to celebrate solecist with everyone and Starfall one last time, before things are due to end so let's hope she gets herself together and manages to make the most of it!

It would be nice though, and it's also nice to see some people still believe there's hope for reader yet <3

[crazyringo]

HSR Penacony 2.3 Thoughts

2.3 was great! I enjoyed every bit of it, though I'm a little sad that our adventure in Penacony is now over (or, is it?). I shall miss the planet of festivities, especially the cute little Origami Birds

Needless to say, this Stelfly/Stellaron Hunters fan is satisfied~! Omg. You guys don't know how excited I got when I saw Silver Wolf on screen (even if she did appear as a hologram), and I got even super duper excited when I saw that Silver Wolf was the one who hired Sparkle in the first place! Our little Wolfie is such a cute Tsundere 💕

Speaking of Silver Wolf, I was honestly caught off guard that she even got in contact with Sparkle, who's a Masked Fool. During the Aetherium Wars event, Silver Wolf sounded like she didn't even trust the faction whatsoever. That nothing good ever happens for trusting a Fool. And I'm only saying that cause I believe Silver Wolf's definition of entertainment will not be the same as a Masked Fools', at least that's the vibe I got when she talked about them, but I guess after chatting with Sparkle through a video game was enough to convince her that Sparkle can be trusted enough to ensure Firefly's safety (again, my opinion)

It was so heartwarming to find out how close the Stellaron Hunters are as a team. I laughed out loud when I got the Save the Cat! Achievement when I put them on a team together. At this point in the game, I'm entirely convinced that Elio is indeed the black cat

And while I am happy for what we got for 2.3, I also can't help but feel a little uneasy about it all. Not only was this update shorter than 2.0-2.2, but for me it also felt like everything went too smoothly, you know? The impression I got for the 2.3 trailer felt like everything was going to be stakes, after high stakes since we're literally at the end. And the theory I've seen about that we're still (yes, still) stuck in the dreamscape made me feel even more uneasy about everything. And while we did say our goodbyes and all, I was somewhat bothered that we didn't even get to say goodbye to Robin and Firefly. You'd think we would after everything we went through together in Penacony

Like, okay, I guess you could say that we did say goodbye to the two of them during the Bird Clash event, but you would think that maybe they could've had us say a proper goodbye with voice lines and stuff in the main story. Especially with Firefly, cause it's definitely going to be a while before we see her again. And, unfortunately, it obviously won't be in her real form since she depends on the SAM suit in reality. I guess it's too much to ask Hoyoverse to do a Stelfly tender hug goodbye. Just saying. Don't know about y'all, but Firefly needs a hug. Robin too, especially after everything she's been through

Anyways~ Back on on track. I guess that the other thing that bothered me a little was the meeting between Mr. Oti and the IPC. Now, let me be clear, I AM NOT a business woman and I don't really understand anything concerning proper business etiquette. Even so, I will try my best to get this thought written out as best as I can

Mr. Oti, Jade and Topaz sit down, they exchange pleasantries and relatively discuss the future of Penacony. Jade, of course, mentions about Aventurine's mistreatment during his stay in Penacony (I knew it, I knew she was going to do that) to get a word in edge wise. Oti was pretty much dismissive about it, especially since he didn't deal with Aventurine personally and mentions that Sunday was just a fool for what he has done. How dare. And then he began to tell them about his future plan for Penacony. Jade, surprisingly, goes quiet (her small smile was even gone) and suddenly decided to have an intermission so she and Topaz step out

Here's where the "fun" starts ("fun", as in, I am still trying to figure out what the heck Jade and Robin talked about! And this bothered me even more during the Bird Clash Event)

Some theories think that Robin sacrificed her memories concerning Sunday. Which, okay, it makes sense considering that Robin does consider Sunday to be her precious older brother and memories involving him would be considered precious enough for Jade to claim in a contract. And since we already saw firsthand how Jade's contracts work... That would suck for our chicken wing siblings. - while this could indeed be possible, I really hope that did not happen

Another take I saw is that Robin purposely distanced herself from everyone in exchange for Sunday's freedom, which would explain why she decides to leave Penacony and just travel for a while. On one part, I don't blame the poor girl cause she really needs to take a step back and just focus on herself for a little while. On the other... I also hope that is not the case cause this is just sad 😭 

Now, my opinion starts: I believe that when Jade and Topaz had stepped out from the meeting to discuss a plan B for their approach that it was all just a simple exchange for information. While Topaz went to find Himeko, Jade decided to find and say hello to Robin. It's pretty clear that the two of them have already met/talked. When Jade asks for Robin's opinion of Mr. Oti, Robin responds that Oti is a respected business man, but she doesn't really know him as a person. She only knows what she knows thanks to Sunday. Moreover, I believe that the main reason why Robin referred to Sunday as the previous Oak Family head during this scene is because she's in public. Remember: Sunday is now arrested, Sunday's name is pretty much taboo within the Family. I would not be surprised if she's not even allowed to mention her brother's name

I'd like to believe that Robin, who's an insider of the Family, willingly gave away crucial inside information that an outsider like Jade wasn't supposed to know. Death is now a possibility in the dreamscape, which would be bad for Penacony in terms of business if people were to find out about it. And, honestly, this part made me chuckle. It's only fitting considering the Family absolutely had no problem throwing Sunday under the bus, so it's only right that Robin, his sister, would also have no problem throwing the Family under the bus too by, literally, giving them the bird (hehe)

This info was the bit that Jade needed and was looking for to have the meeting be in her/the IPC's favor. Not long after, Robin tells her to not forget what they had talked about and Jade promises that she'll keep her end of the deal. To me, this part was pretty much a "I'll scratch your back, and you'll scratch mine" type of deal. And we pretty much know how the meeting concluded after that, and old man Oti did not look happy about it since he had no choice but to yield and go with Jade's proposal. He also wasn't happy when Robin gave away the Feldspar, his own extravagant ship, to the Nameless without his say so on the matter. A pretty bold move on her part

But yeah, I'd like to believe that that was essentially their contract. Exchanging crucial info in exchange for Sunday's freedom. And if not freedom, then to maybe have Jade help out Sunday with some kind of plea deal to lighten his sentence

At this point, I don't know what to think anymore. I know that this is probably wishful thinking on my part for assuming that their deal would be that simple, but a girl can dream, right? I mean, if you think about it, I don't think Jade would've known about death being a possibility in the dreamscape otherwise if not through Robin. Aventurine doesn't count cause he pretty much stepped out story wise after being "killed" by Acheron, so he wouldn't know what happened in the Grand Theater

If not that, then my other thought was that Robin pulled A Little Mermaid. She sacrificed her singing voice, ironic considering Sunday had taken it away without her knowledge. Only difference this time is that it was her choice to do so. And it would explain why she decided to step down from the spotlight and go traveling by herself. This is only a possibility at best, but we also have to consider that she may have been lying to the trailblazer so that they wouldn't worry

And that's about it, really. Honestly, ever since I first saw Sunday and Robin on screen for the first time, they really reminded me of Lelouch and Euphemia/Nunnally from Code Geass

Lelouch for Sunday - trying to ensure a better world for everyone, namely his sister, and would pretty much stop at nothing to achieve his goal. And at this point in the story, he's definitely giving me Aventurine 2.0 vibes (as in, he's in prison and now has an opportunity to get out of his current predicament)

Admittedly, it would be interesting to see him as an IPC grunt than a Stellaron Hunter. Maybe he'll destroy the IPC from the inside through his own means, or perhaps Diamond can offer him something to fill the void as a potential member of the Ten Stonehearts. That'd be cool. And if he does join the IPC, the next time Sunday visits Penacony, the Family will literally be at his mercy for throwing him under the bus! Chicken wing boy shall have his revenge!

As a Stellaron Hunter, I don't think he'd handle taking orders from a cat well (no matter how hilarious it would seem). Not to mention, having his fate orchastrated by someone else doesn't seem like his style. Again, if Hoyoverse goes through with it, fine. I'll accept it for what it is. In the meantime, something tells me that he will take Jade's deal and work for her/the IPC, and only because Jade mentioned someone precious: Robin. If Jade hadn't mentioned her, Sunday probably would've tuned her out completely and would rather take his chances in trial

For Robin - She really reminds me of Euphemia more so than Nunnally tbh. I merely mentioned Nunnally due to the old injury that Robin has on her neck (point is they were injured). That, and of course they're both little sisters. Euphemia too, but I'm mostly referring to her via appearance and mannerisms. Robin's a super nice/innocent character with pure intentions and cares about the people around her. And because of that she reminded me of Euphemia whenever she appeared on screen

I'm sorry, but I had to mention/ramble about that. Those of you that have seen Code Geass might agree with me with those similarities

Anyways~ that's pretty much it for my ramble. With how happy-go-lucky 2.3 was, I was a tad disappointed that we didn't get any Robinhill crumbs... Since Boothill was at the bar with hologram Aventurine, I was half expecting Robin to do her singing performance and maybe Boothill would've been like, "Holy forkoroni. I just died and went to heaven..." Or something among those lines for when he laid eyes on Robin's angelic beauty. No? Just me? Okay lol

But yeah, I feel like Penacony is not quite finished yet. And I'm only saying that cause I stumbled upon this while I was doing the sticker thing on our handbook...

Does this mean anything? Idk. It's just something I noticed a few days ago. If I remember correctly, the lady that tended to us at the front desk said that this handbook will only be relevant to us while we're in Penacony. If so, then I guess there's a bit more in store for us. If not, that's fine too.

But if that theory about that we're still stuck in the dreamscape is true... Oh boy. I can somewhat see it, if only because the Trailblazer is sensitive to Memoria. Something that Black Swan, Acheron, and even Firefly (I think) has mentioned throughout the story. Maybe everybody else woke up, but the Trailblazer is still in deep slumber. Just something to ponder (if only a little)

We'll see what happens on the next update. I might be wrong on some things, but I wanted to put my thoughts out there. Feel free to let me know what you guys think. I hope that everyone who wanted Firefly are happy Firefly havers. I know I am~! Currently trying to see if I can get her to E2 before her banner is over. Wish me luck! :3

Good luck on your pulls everyone~! And thank you for reading!

[all-my-writings-and-musings]

I'm having so much fun!!

Day 3: Plums/Mangoes

Macaque x Reader

Sunlight filtering through the treetops caught the ripened pieces of fruit like hundreds of priceless gems, the myriad of oranges, purples and reds gleaming far more enticingly than any hold of treasure ever could as the trees gently swayed in the tropical breeze. Close enough to the beach to catch the smell of salt and surf, you couldn't help but sigh as all of life's troubles evaporated from your shoulders. Laying back against the mossy trunk of the nearest tree, you let the dappled light dance over you for a moment of pure tranquility. 

"You weren't exaggerating; it's incredible here." you said at last, interrupting Macaque as he idly munched his way through another mango from the pile he'd gathered. Chuckling through a mouthful of fruit, he quickly swallowed to reply.

"What, this old place?" A wave of his hand gestured to the tropical paradise as if it were nothing more than a rest stop. Chuckling back at his antics, the two of you shared a quick laugh before he answered with an honest shrug. "Just a little spot I found in my many adventures. Great snacks though."

As if summoned by the mere mention of food, a group of monkeys chattered and emerged from the bushes to help themselves to his gathered fruit. Not minding in the slightest, Macaque wordlessly broke apart a plum for a pair of especially small babies, making your heart do a small flip at the cuteness. These monkeys must have known him well.

Filling their arms with mangoes, plums, oranges and whatever else they could carry, the gathered troop turned their attention to you next, chirping in curious apprehension as they observed from a distance. Smiling at their adorable faces, you giggled as a brave baby hopped up on Macaque to get a better vantage point. "Your friends sure agree!"

"They're only hoping for some easy food. Which, thankfully for them, I'm gracious enough to provide." Macaque replied, handing an especially sweet plum to the baby without missing a beat. When a few more clamored over him for snacks, chirping excitedly as if he were a fun uncle. Getting one in his arms, he playfully wrestled with them for an orange that he surrendered with another chuckle. "Is that enough, you little rascals?"

"How did this many monkeys get out here anyway?" you asked as a few started getting close enough to inspect you, their small hands carefully poking your hair and clothes whilst they chattered in hushed tones.

Macaque lost the last of his gathered fruit with a roll of his eyes that conveyed more affection than irritation. "I brought them here over time. Every once in a while I'll find a few little guys or girls in need of a home, and if they've got nowhere else to go, here's as good as any. It's sort of become a sanctuary for all my rescues."

Your heart warmed at the story, and you felt even happier to see the monkeys playing about and snacking now that you knew they'd all started somewhere less pleasant. Watching Macaque lean back against his own tree and elbow the trunk to knock down a few more fruits, you caught a mango and leaned in at his side. He looked quite handsome when he was relaxed, enough that you couldn't resist being a little playful yourself. "Oh, did you bring me here to rescue me too?"

"I suppose you could say that." he replied in an enthusiastic answer to your flirting. Using his tail to push you closer, he winked and wiggled his ears in a deliberate attempt to look cute. It worked as well as it always did. "How are you going to pay me back?"

Offering the mango for him to take a bite, a gesture that surprised him for how indulgent it was intended to be, you quipped right back. "I've got fruit."

Pretending you didn't have the upper hand, he graciously bit down, juices dripping down his chin as he did so. Blushing at the mess, he tried and failed to recover by quickly wiping his chin. Succeeding only in making himself look more cute, you laughed and offered him another bite. A quick kiss on his cheek wordlessly conveyed how he didn't need to worry about such things with you.

[bubbiegumprincess]

Hi hi!!! Heard you were looking for requests, I might just have one for ya love 😼

If you still write for adventure time, maybe adult Finn and a reader who is also an adventurer, and they run into each other for the first time in years? Just fluff or whatever you want :]

Tysm if you do this!!!! You are amazing!! <333

this is such a cute idea I CANTTTT AAAAAAA I'm literally in love with adventure time me and my closest friend (we're probably gonna date) are literally marceline and bonnie it's so cute ANYWAYS!!! Sorry for the rant and il your work too you're literally so talented like omfg (if you get the title reference ily)

no warnings ; just fluff and VERY little romance, if any at all

TOGETHER AGAIN

You groggy rub your eyelids, letting out a groan. You sit up from your bed and throw your blanket off, pulling open the blinds to let sunlight in. 10 : 30 am. You pull a nice outfit on and leave the house. After a short drive, you arrive at a local farmers market and take hold of a green basket.

As you mindlessly swander around the premises, you see a big stand with fresh strawberries in heaps underneath and pick some up.

A smile spreads across the saleswoman face as you hand her a bill, nod, and walk off. It was an absurdly warm day, and your palms were sweaty. The basket slipped out of your grip within the snap of a finger. It was hard to catch.

"Oh, sorry, let me help with that." A voice says before crouching down. You had taken note of large shoulder pads and an open shirt. "AH, thank you, sorry about th-" "Do I recognize you?" you're cut off. both of your eyebrows furrow and then a light bulb goes off in your mind.

"Finn!" You exclaim with a grin. "It's you!" You throw your arms around eachother. "Oh my gosh, how have you been I just- wow!!" You say, feeling your tearline threaten spillage.

"I've been good myself, not much of an adventurer anymore, how about you, how are you!!" He says, letting you go and resting his hands on your shoulders.

"God, busy, I've been- busy." You stifle a small laugh through a sniff because you know you'll cry more if you don't.

"Hey, that's totally cool. I've missed you so much." He hugs you again. "Wanna come to my place? It could be great to catch up with you for a bit, I think."

You nod and smile before wiping away your tears, leaving your cardigan with small wet spots along with sleeves.

Once you make it back to Finn's abode, you sit on the couch and he hands you a cup of hot chocolate. You notice something. "Hey, didn't we find this mug when we were in the Clay Kingdom? They gave it to us when we beat that massive dragon guy." He nods, chuckling a bit.

"Good memories, huh?" You nod.

"I missed you too, Finn."

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UH UH TYSM FOR TYE REQUEST IM SO SORRY IT WAS SHORT!! KEEP UP YOUR AMAZING WORK, I HOPE WE CAN TALK A BIT SINCE YOURE SO SO TALENTED AND ID LOVE SOME TIPS AND TRICKS FOR WRITING OKAY!!! THANK YOU, AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY/NIGHT <33

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

So...

Do you guys know that thing about creative writers with ideas (plot bunnies) and how they always seem to multiply one after the other? That's me with Twisted Wonderland AUs. I can't help it! The series just reminds me of all the stories I loved as a kid, with characters that had depth and / or developed or we got to learn more about--even if it was stupid little things they do in their everyday life! I've grown to appreciate it in ways I never imagined I could any form of media. ;;v;;

To be honest...this game has given me the creativity to consistently create and build upon ideas, and the support you all have given me has meant so much. I can't thank you all enough for sticking with me for so long, and for sending me all the ideas or scenarios you all have been daydreaming of. ;;v;;

So I wanted to give a bit of an update on a few things I'm going to do with the blog:

1) Create a rules page. I've gone far too long without updating my original set, and I feel it's long overdue 😂 Plus, it'll help me keep track of certain things!

2) Go back through and update the links on the Masterlists with posts I may have missed. I didn't realize that some things I was referencing in some of my latest posts (aka the grape incident in the monster!AU) were missing, so I'm gonna comb through my posts and make sure I label and organize them easier for you guys to find (and for me to refresh myself on what I write)!

3) Answering asks (of course). Things are a little slow going and my muse has been getting finicky with me, but I will make sure I get to everyone's asks! Some I may answer because they're quick and easy, others...I may end up getting an idea for something more expansive, so that'll take a bit longer. 😅

And finally, 4) Introducing a(nother) AU:

Twisted Wonderland!Mermaid AU!!!

Honestly, this started because I got inspired by the artwork by this artist here where they drew the characters based on Floyd's nicknames for them, and it started as a Marine Biologist AU where Yuu is a marine biologist and taking care of the mermaid bois (all 22 boys + one fire-breathing cat) buuuuuut...at the moment, Yuu getting shipwrecked and living on the island with the mermaid boys wouldn't leave me alone. 😂

As well as an idea where Yuu is a full-blooded Kaiju/born a Kaiju and has Land Before Time like adventures because I got emotional at baby Littlefoot hatching, but who's counting the ideas? Certainly not me!

Anyway, I wanted to share a snippet of the prologue I have written that's currently under construction, so the final product may differ. I'm honestly really excited about this AU too, and I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do~ ;;v;;

Snippet under a read-more because this post is going to be long anyway 😂 Enjoy!

Oh, and if I need to tag it a certain way for future posts, please let me know and I'll be sure to add them!

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If anyone were to ask Yuu what they were going to be doing over the summer, they likely would have told them: catch up on their reading, or playing video games, or any number of different things they had planned. Even just relaxing at home or on the beach would have been an enticing offer.

A scuba diving trip was not something they expected to get dragged into.

“First time diving?”

“Was it that obvious?” Yuu asked, one hand gripping the bar on the seat next to them until their knuckles were white while the other kept hold of the oxygen tank sitting in front of their flippered feet.

“Yeah…kinda obvious for a first timer,” the instructor said with a chuckle, the man giving them a reassuring pat. “It can be a bit nerve-wracking for new divers, but you’ll be fine. You’re one of the contest winners, right?”

“I put my name in as a joke, I didn’t think I’d actually win!” Peering over the edge of the railings, Yuu couldn’t make out anything in the dark water. “I…thought we were going to dive near the shallows closer to land. What are we doing so far out?” they asked, swearing they saw a big shadow pass by…only to realize it was the ship’s frame reflecting on the water.

“I know we’re a lot further out than we normally would for first time divers, but we had problems with our normal ship and the only one that was available was this ship a couple of marine biologists were using.”

“…why didn’t you just cancel and set it for another day?”

“Try telling that to my bosses,” the man muttered under his breath before the smile was back on his face. “Anyway, I think this will be a fun change to the program! These biologists are actually working to explore the reactions of marine life to musical instruments, and we’ll get to see it firsthand ourselves!”

Before Yuu could respond, the ship came to a stop and the driver said, “We’re here! You folks ready to go diving while we get set up? There’s a coral reef not far below us, so you’ll have plenty of time to sightsee.”

“Yup! Okay, so let’s go over the basics again, and I’ll make sure your gear is on properly.”

Yuu listened nervously as the instructor walked through each procedure and rule of diving, the wetsuit sticking tightly to their body as the tank weighed heavily on their back. This was not how they imagined their first time scuba diving would be—they could barely even make out the shore from a wave in the distance. Finally—with mask secured and breathing apparatus in—the instructor gave them a reassuring nod…before falling backwards into the water with a  ‘sploosh!’. For a brief moment they froze, but the motion of the ship and the weight on their back knocked them off balance and forced them backwards.

Fwoosh!!

[yuri-is-online]

Not that I have any business trying to theorize who Nightbringer is since I am working my way through both it and the og app's story at the same time, but I have been making a sort of pros and cons list? for whether or not I think it's Barbatos

Pro Barb = NB

The opening cut scene kind of looks and sounds like him, no idea if that's actually supposed to be NB though. I think it might just be information about Barb that's introduced at the same time as NB's first texts.

He has some sort of thing with time travel? I'm not far enough along to know specifics yet, and Solomon says Babratos is who helped him travel back in time but I have some doubts.

Solomon says that portals Barbatos opens always take you exactly where you need to go, and in 9-A he sends Solomon "somewhere random" but ends up setting him up for a conversation with Nightbringer. But with the way that shakes out...

Cons Barb = NB

The whole bit with Adam is weird to me. In mythology Lillith is sometimes referred to as Adam's first wife, and he talks about wanting to go back to the celestial realm to find his beloved so my immediate thought was of her, but I don't think that's the case? I think it's implied she gets together with her human guy? Anyway I bring this up to say that I don't fully understand why Barb would want to help out some random guy get to the celestial realm unless there's something I'm missing here. Maybe it was just an excuse to let Mammon hug MC, I haven't ruled that out.

I'm not far in the story at all, but a lot of what's being said makes it sound like there is going to be another war between the celestial realm and the devildom, specifically over humanity. And that MC might have something to do with it... but not willingly? There seems to be some attempts from someone to get the brothers to go back to siding with the Celestial realm, which initially made me theorize that Nightbringer could be an angel but uh-

Nightbringer is apparently a demon from what I understand, but I'm still wondering if he was also angel at some point. In christian mythology all demons are fallen angels just like the brothers, if this was true it could explain why the previous demon king wanted to keep the brothers around since he might know they'd make extremely powerful demons???

Back to the war thing, In 10-A Nightbringer sets up a test for Solomon where he is asked to choose between demons and angels and he chooses humanity mentioning an "agreement I have with 'him'" which seems to me to be more suggesting his agreement is to try and not make enemies out of the celestial or demon realms... but then Nightbringer goes onto say "If you'd only chosen our side, it would have made things so much easier." AND to lightly threaten MC.

Solomon probably knows who Nightbringer is as he mentions that he "made him who [he is] today" and I somehow doubt that, if he had a pact with said demon, that there wouldn't be a stupid easy fix to get MC back to their proper time and place. I also think that war he single-handedly won against the Devildom probably has something to do with Nightbringer... since that's already apparently ancient history when Lucifer and his brothers show up fresh out of the Celestial war.

I've been thinking about this a stupid amount ever since I saw a post on reddit wondering if Nightbringer wasn't something shed from Barbatos when he created this weird tear pool place thing I haven't gotten to yet (a la Lucifer and Satan) but the Solomon in Wonderland adventure got me thinking if it couldn't be the other way around. What if Barbatos was created from something shed from Nightbringer... which is why his powers can be sealed away by royal decree as no matter how great he is he is still bound by some sort of loyalty to his "father"?

Idk I'll cook more later when I've actually made meaningful progress, leveling cards is a bitch in both these games.

[thestarsarecool]

@fujoshi-simone-weil tagged me in a "things to get to know me" game! Fun, thank you! You have the best url on tumblr. Also, someone else tagged me in this game, like, a month ago and I kept meaning to do it (it was on my to-do list and everything!) but I forgot and now it has disappeared from my notifications. Also, I don't 100% remember who it was. But still, I wholeheartedly apologize to that person for neglecting their tag. I don't love you any less. Anyway, on with the show!

Last song I listened to: Answer Me from The Band's Visit. You can take the theater kid out of the theater but you can't take the theater out of the kid. Or maybe you can. I don't know. I am taking a class on songwriting for musical theater right now so I am listening to more musical theater than I have in a while, though not as much as I did in like 2019.

Favorite color: Purple!

Currently watching: Nothing really? I'm not much of a TV or movie person. I just finished watching the Fionna and Cake TV show which was surprisingly good. My siblings and I watched all of Adventure Time together a while back (we like to rewatch cartoons together), so we all facetimed to watch the finale, which was really nice. I'd missed them :)

Last movie I watched: Hmm. I don't remember. Let's think...nope, still don't remember. Sorry film nerds of tumblr.com. I wish I was as cool as you.

Currently reading: Psychoanalysis: The Impossible Profession by Janet Malcolm! It's a really fascinating look into the underlying contradictions of psychoanalysis and also a great overview of the history, but it's all done through an actually engaging character study! I think it was originally a lengthy piece in The New Yorker, published around 1980. Also, I just started The Tale of Two Cities, which is very fun because the only Dickens I have ever read before is Oliver Twist!

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I want to say savory, but the answer is actually sweet. I put wayyyyyy too much sugar in my tea for me to be picking anything but sweet.

Last thing I googled: The last thing I googled was "Ray Donovan Music" and I will explain why because, yes, I know that that doesn't make any sense. So, I am finishing up work on this song I am writing and whenever I get to that "almost done" stage, I post to r/Songwriting to get feedback because it's fun and occasionally helpful. And someone in the comments said that my song sounds like if "the little girl from Moneyball and Ray Donovan had a brainchild with Regina Spector [sic]." Which, like, ok. Let's unpack that. The comparison to Regina Spektor is very kind. I have gotten that a few times, though I think Reddit just doesn't know any other women who write songs on the piano. The little girl from Moneyball is such a funny comparison to me. Like, she's not a songwriter? She's just Brad Pitt's fictional child. But like, sure, I get what they mean. I sing kind of light and talky sometimes which makes it sound childlike, I guess, like a Moe Tucker sort of thing. But Ray Donovan??? I literally do not know what this commenter is talking about. All I can find for who Ray Donovan is the guy from the TV show. Like, does TV criminal Ray Donovan write songs or something? Is my song particularly evocative of the Ray Donovan soundtrack? Did this commenter mash together Ray Davies and Donovan's names? I asked him who he is talking about, but received no reply. Someone save me from this hell. Who is Ray Donovan and why did he birth my song?

Current Obsession: Still The Beatles, I guess, though it's not nearly as debilitating as it was a year ago. Which is quite nice, actually! I can actually be productive now.

Current Thing I'm Working On: Well, I've just about finished up the aforementioned song! All it needs is a title. Also, I'm writing a paper on The Epic of Gilgamesh, which is fun. The guy who wrote my translation is a professor at my uni so I may go to his office hours to ask him about it!

Ok, I tag @torchlitinthedesert, @idontwanttospoiltheparty, @veidelon, @theallenklein, and @mydaroga. I know this one already made the rounds though (I think) so no need to do it if you already did it. Or, really, no need to do it at all.

Cheers, everyone!

[miribooksies]

The Midnight Gospel (series)- by netflix ig idk

When this came out I saw it and said WOAH, that's sick, and I like it, but I wasn't actually able to watch it until JUST now, and I was very right about liking it. I watched it in a day but that's not much considering it's 8 eps but 8 GOOD EPS.

Watching The Midnight Gospel feels more like smoking The Midnight Gospel, watching it and hearing it is an experience. It's dialogue feels very real, and I am genuinely not sure if it's scripted or not, because it's like a podcast, it feels like listening to that one therapist gecko guy who receives calls about people's lives. The topics they touch upon range from spirituality, to loneliness, to philosophy, and how to deal with death. This is also about drugs and enemies and ice cream.

So if you're into any of that def watch it

The art is incredible, it feels like an acid trip altho I haven't done acid but if I did I think it'd be this. Clancy, our main character, is quite the guy, idk what else to say.

I'm sad I haven't seen this floating around and I've only seen one(1) clip and the trailer which idek how i found. It's a gem for sure. It's very much like Bee and Puppycat, but instead of just floating around the whole time around certain heavy topics, they are discussed head on and the stakes are higher. There's also lots of gore in the series but I thought it was awesome.

Depending the kind of person you are I think this series will be interpreted very differently, but personally it felt like connecting to a friend or a weeded out stranger about the things you usually don't let leave your head, and that vulnerability be reciprocated back. It made my chest hurt and I had to rewind sometimes when I missed something important and I did cry.

I find it funny how lonely Clancy is, because altho I wasn't able to watch it when it came out, I liked it so much I made OCs based on what little I gathered from the trailer. That's the thing tho. OCs. Two of them, two friends. I wanted to make sure my characters wouldn't be going around having adventures by themselves and I wanted them to feel comfort in each other while vagabonding around. I also dunno if the trailer showed Clancy's interest in collecting shoes, but I did make a flipaclip animation of one of the character's shoes leaking an eternal river with a singular fish in it. Also one about a bee talking back.

P.S. i recommend this video essay, it's super awesome and this series isn't mentioned but it fits well anyways :)

[pokemoncryptids]

Pelipper mail!

[Oh! It's a letter from Polaris!]

"Dear Delta,

Hello :)

I did promise that I would send you letters while I was away! This is going to be the first one.

Sinnoh is nice, just as cold as I remember. Probably worse since we’re up north. Had to buy Bird a new puffer jacket haha.

The best part about being back in Sinnoh is all the snacks I missed. You just can’t get Manapua and Onigiri in Johto like you can in Sinnoh. Or at least as far as I know, I haven’t been looking overly hard…an adventure for later!

The sanctuary is doing well! I went and visited Theta while Bird was taking a nap in the office, and she’s starting to really settle in. She’s much less skittish, and came right up to me for a sniff when I said hello. Of course, having a litter of adopted sneaslet kits doesn’t hurt either. Did I tell you that we're naming the sneaslet kits after the letters in the Greek alphabet too? There are five kits so they're going to be named: Gamma, Epsilon, Zeta, Iota, and Psi. If we ever get a shiny I’ll name it after you haha.

….I’m trying not to let Bird see it, but something has been itching at me since being back at Sinnoh. I don’t like it. It’s not like- the danger sense. I know you’re looking after the not kids so that does soothe me. But something is like- settled??

It’s Spring in Sinnoh right now, and the second we got off the plane there was a Sunshower. I think it’s Her. Enamorus, I mean. I feel- more here. Something. I feel something. It’s hard to put a finger on it. I’ll figure it out eventually.

I guess one perk at least is that people know me here. Did you know our neighbors back in Johto think I’m a cryptid? Andrea told me that. They think I’m some sort of spirit. It’s a bit funny. The bakeries and shops know my order here and let me get away with getting samples for Bird to try. Of course is also bad that people know me here. The paparazzi are fucking hounds Delta. Sigh.

Hm. I should take you to Sinnoh sometime. I mean, you’ve probably already been to Sinnoh, but there’s a lot that I think you haven’t experienced, especially without me as your tour guide haha. It’s very spiritual here, especially in and around the temple areas up north. There’s a guy who hand carves and paints palm-sized idols of Gods for pocket altars. I know you have the big altar, but I did commission an idol of Suicune for you anyway. I also got you a blue patterned kerchief to wrap her in when she’s done. I commissioned one of Enamorus as well, for good measure, although that one will take longer since he’s never made one of her before. Forgotten God and all that.

The spring air really is nice here. Crisp. Cool. Don’t get me wrong, I miss home, but it’s so warm in the house all the time cause the not kids aren’t built for the cold like I am.

Oh! And! For the record. The Suicine Idol isn’t the only thing I got for you. Mwahaha! You will simply have to wait and find out about that one though.

Sending you love and energy!

-Polaris"

[A letter was sent in response]

Hello Polaris.

It would be cruel of me not to sent a response, as my migranes have been too bad for me to take up any kind of commission work lately. I've mainly been living off savings from my readings. Don't worry. I'll scrape by, but hey. Now I have all the time in the world to respond to you.

I've actually never been to Sinnoh before.

I'm glad to hear Theta is well. I think about her a lot.

Not sure how to feel about having a pokemon named after me.

Maybe your danger senser has been going off because I haven't been over a lot to look after them. In my defense. Tari kicks me out whenever I come over unless I hide somewhere else in the house. I've been talking a lot to the blond haired boy, he's much calmer than the rest. Much more reasonable.

People have spoken to me about the strange sounding Unovan who follows the red head teen around. I have assured them that you are a tired tired guy, who wants nothing to do with magic or curses or being chosen at all.

Thank you for the gifts. I'm sorry I can't reciprocate.

All I can give you is this letter, and my well wishes.

I love you, as always.

-Delta.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Crown Princes and Butterfly WIngs (1/?)

When Crown Prince Remus of Dalandaire goes missing overnight it's up to Roman, his brother, and Logan, his best friend, to find him.

But for how long will Roman be able to keep his secrets? How long will it take Logan to admit his feelings for the cute human they dragged along for the adventure and how on earth do they keep getting quite so off target??

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Warnings: None

Pairings: Prinxiety, Logicality, platonic DRLAMP

Word Count 19,667

Notes:

It's the birth of the long-awaited Fantasy AU!! Yes, that one, the one I've been talking about since June.

This first chapter is just an prologue, and I'm hoping to update every Sunday! I don't know exactly how long that'll last though since uhhh... I only have three chapters written right now.

Anyway. A massive thank you to @viola-halogen here on Tumblr for beta-reading this!! You're amazing and ily so much <3 /p

And thank you to everyone reading, I hope you enjoy your stay!

Please reblog/say something if you like it!!

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As a side note, I'll update the warnings and the word count for this fic as I upload chapters and I'll put any TWs at the beginning of chapters.

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Prologue: Before The Sun Rises

Roman awoke in the middle of the night. For a reason he didn't know, from a dream he couldn't remember. He looked around at his bedroom, only lit by dim candlelight, and wondered why he had awoken at such a time. Waking up at such strange hours of dark morning was not a regular occurrence for him, in actuality he couldn’t remember the last time it had happened, so something must have woken him up. Something that his gut told him he should investigate. 

He groaned, unfolding his wings and kicking off the heavy duvet, before stretching out and looking around. His curtains were still drawn over his balcony doors and the candles around his room were glowing dimly, just barely holding on to the last of their wicks as they had been burning since it got dark. The soft fur of his large red rug tickled his bare feet as his loose, silk bedclothes practically floated around him. He stood still for a moment, listening, trying to feel for any presence in the room. Only his antennae twitched while he waited, but nothing happened. 

Letting out a breath the Prince slowly made his way to the large door, turning the handle and opening it slowly to hopefully avoid any creaking. One might be wondering at this point why he was investigating so carefully to find out why exactly he had woken up at such an odd time. He was their kingdom’s prince, albeit not the crown prince—if only by mere seconds—but still a Prince by every definition. There were guards stationed outside of his door and more down the hall. It wasn’t as though an intruder would be able to get through and besides, he was safe in the knowledge that if anyone wanted to assassinate a member of the royal family it wouldn’t be him. They would go for Remus, his brother, the crown prince, or their dads, the Kings, first. Not him, the spare prince.

Roman wouldn’t want to admit that he faltered only slightly when he found that the guard usually stationed by his door was slumped over, back to the wall and sleeping soundly and deeply. The man was softly snoring too, with a little drool clinging to his lip. How disgusting, and how negligent, he supposed he must have a word with the guards in future about sleeping on the job. 

Leaving the guard behind—but not before taking the guy’s sword just in case—Roman began to tiptoe along the corridor, the soft carpet muffling his steps. In the end he came to the stairs leading down from the castle tower in which his bedroom was situated. The guards here were sleeping too. He took a deep breath and began to descend. 

As he moved though the dark castle, Roman simply let his intuition guide him. Though in his head he knew the route, he wasn’t sure of the destination. When he felt he had arrived to the place his instincts were leading him, he looked around and found himself outside of the heavy wooden doors of the throne room. With a deep breath, he pushed them open only to see that the room was lit better than the rest of the castle. Sprawled lazily over his father’s throne he found his brother. 

Remus was lying sideways across the throne, legs kicked up and crossed over one another on the armrest while he rested with his arms behind his head. Immediately Roman noticed things that… seemed off. For one, Remus was fully clothed in daywear, as though he hadn’t realised it was the middle of the night. Secondly there was a bag resting against the leg of the ornate throne, a large pack, one of the ones they would usually have the servants carry when they went on week-long hunting trips in the forests.

When Remus noticed him he shot up from the chair so fast it almost gave Roman whiplash. His brother’s toxic green butterfly wings were flapping behind him now as he hovered only a foot in the air. He smiled at Roman, but it wasn’t his usual toothy grin that often seemed to creep everyone who saw it out, it seemed lke something a little more sad.

“Hey RoRo,” Remus said, landing back on his feet and slowly walking over, “I knew you’d come over here after I woke you up.”

“Ah, so you’re the culprit I’ve been searching for,” Roman said dryly, without his usual flair of dramatics. What? It was the middle of the night and he needed his sleep.

“Yep!” Remus grinned, “You caught me!”

“It seems I have.” Roman nodded. “Now was there a reason for waking me up at who knows what time in the morning, or were you simply attempting to be annoying as usual?”

“I’m leaving,” Remus declared, turning on his heel to walk back over to the throne and pick up the bag. “I’m running away! Never coming back!”

“Wait wait what?” Roman yelped, holding up his hands and dropping the sword to clatter onto the floor in the process. “Hold on just a moment! You’re leaving? In the middle of the night? Without telling anyone?”

“I’m telling you! And that’s how running away works, Ro,” Remus called back, shooting that annoying smile over his shoulder as he walked straight past Roman towards the throne room doors. “And no-one else ‘cause otherwise they’ll come looking for me- You know I wasn’t supposed to be crown prince, Ro, everyone in the kingdom hates me anyways, even Dad and Pa wish you had been born first.”

“Wait- Remus! We don’t hate you- what are you talking about?” Roman cried, jogging to catch up with him, his wings fluttering in an attempt to make him go faster. “Where will you even go?”

“I dunno!” Remus said. “That’s the best part, see? Because I can go wherever I want! No guards, no parents, no servants, I can just go out into the world and live my own life without being told to go to a lesson here or there or do training or read this boring old dusty book that’s full of crap.”

“Alright…” Roman said slowly. “Why… why are you telling me this? You know they’ll question me when they realise you’re gone, why not slip away without telling anyone?”

“‘Cause,” Remus shrugged, informal as always, “you’re my brother, Ro. And no matter how prissy and perfectly annoying you can be, I still love ya, so… I just… thought you should know! And besides! Once I’m gone you’ll get to be crown prince! Which is what you’ve always wanted, so you can do that! And I can not do that- and then we’ll both be happy, right?”

“And… this is really what you want?” Roman asked, tilting his head a little.

“Mhm, I’ve been planning this for weeks! Had to slip a bunch of Dad’s sleeping medicines into the guard’s soup and everything,” Remus said with a grin.

“I honestly can’t believe this worked so well…” Roman sighed. At least he wouldn’t have to have that conversation with the guards, not if this wasn’t their fault—perhaps something about being more vigilant over drugged food though. “I’ll- I’ll miss you- you know that right?”

“Course I do,” Remus said. Finally he stopped moving, turning back to face Roman. “I’ll miss you too! Tell Logan I said bye, ok? But actually don’t because that’ll clue him in on the fact that you know something… Prank him a bunch for me, ‘kay?”

“Will do, sire!” Roman said with a mock bow and a chuckle, before his smile faded into a frown and he reached for his brother. For once, Remus didn’t object to being dragged into the tight hug, in fact he hugged Roman back just as tightly. The two princes stayed there, in the doorway to the throne room, for who knows how long before Remus pulled away.

“Don’t let them come after me, ok?” Remus said, already walking away.

“I’ll do my best…” Roman said as he watched his brother retreat down the hallway, watched him turn the corner and disappear. 

Standing there in silence for a moment, Roman bowed his head, sending a silent prayer to whatever deity would listen that his brother would be ok in the world beyond their castle, before making his way back to his bedchambers. He already knew he wouldn’t get any more sleep that night.

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Newspaper article for a change! Lucy is up and about, minus one (1) immortal soul, plus an urge to drink the blood of several little children. Charming. I bet Renfield is dying from envy. So far, she hasn't killed any, but she lures or takes them away from their way home and nips a bit before letting them go. Clever of her to take very young children who can't give much detail beyond "there was a bloofer lady" (which I've read elsewhere means "beautiful lady", and I'll run with it). I think it's funny that they suspect a dog of biting the children, what with Dracula's doggo days... Not so funny is that Lucy is not all that concerned with how weakened she leaves the kids. Can't be long before she takes it too far.

Mina is meeting van Helsing. Beforehand, she tells her journal and us that she wants to learn more about Lucy's last days in this life, but also can't get Jonathan's journal out of her head and hopes some light can be shed on his experiences. What a neat concidence. Stoker, your characters are not clairvoyant. Then Mina allows us the tiniest look into her actual emotions - stress over all the shit that's been going down, nervousness over having let her still-not-all-that-well Jonathan out of sight for the first time since they married, grief for all her losses, confusion about the journal, guilt for feeling she hasn't done enough for Lucy and Mrs. Westenra - and has a good cry. God, don't I sympathize.

And... it was all about Jonathan after all. Well, at least Mina has a ton more words to feel sorry for him rather than for Lucy once her meeting with van Helsing is over. Not to speak of dedicating an entire paragraph to the latter's goddamn looks. Mina, I do know that a head is typically to find on the neck (and if not, it's probably Dracula's fault). And with the phrenology again. Anyway. Van Helsing asks for a full report on Lucy's somnambulism adventures; Mina takes the opportunity to brag about her shorthand, but once he's appropriately impressed, she tells him all that happened and they have lunch together. Van Helsing insta-crushes on Mina, can't blame him, and drops this queer-dreamy bit: "I [...] who have studied all my life men and women", so Ace Abe is officially Bi Abe now. He inquires about Jonathan, Mina pours her heart out, and Stoker gets in the obligatory sexism about how there are "still good women left who make life happy" (go suck on a blood blister, Stoker; I'd make you miserable on purpose!) and that Mina must take care of herself solely to keep Jonathan happy. I'm not having a good day to be graceful about this bullshit.

However, I'm here for Mina admitting to van Helsing that what she's about to tell him of Jonathan's misadventures is "queer". Heh, it sure is. I refuse to let go of this joke. Van Helsing gets the type-written copy of Jonathan's travel account, having promised Mina not to wave off all the weird stuff as foolishness. He asks Mina to see Jonathan on a date with him the other day after he has read through everything she has given him, and that very same evening, he sends her a brief note, confirming everything Jonathan has lived through as true. FINALLY! I think that's the first factual statement van Helsing made regarding this! Can we stop talking in "I have to be sure"s and vague speculations yet? He's also majorly impressed by Jonathan's sheer brainless balls on having survived Castle Dracula, having escaped from there, and having whacked the sleeping Count with a shovel. That's the type of guy who's immune to long-term PTSD! Trust van Helsing on that matter; the man's a doctor. Mina is relieved for half a minute that Jonathan is not hallucinating hardcore, then realizes the implications of Dracula being a goddamn reality just over in London. She invites van Helsing to drop by for breakfast as soon as Jonathan has come back next morning. I assume she wants to tether the polycule back together, now that the Lucy glue is missing.

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Mini Fanfic #1036: Finally Home at Last (Sonic X Crash x SSBU)

7:34 p.m. Outside of Tails' House.........

Tails: (Hops Out From his Tornado II Plane and Let Out a Sigh of Relief as Head His Way to.his House) Finally....I'm back home where I belong.

????: TAILS!!

Without any time to react, Tails suddenly gets tackled down onto the ground out of nowhere. As he winces a bit in pain, he looks up to see his tech buddy, Coco, looking down at him with a tearful smile on her face.

Coco: You're back home and okay!~

Wave: (Walks Towards the Grounded Duo With a Smile of her Own) About time too.

Tails: (Looks at his Two Friends in Front of Him) Coco?......Wave?......(Grabs Coco's Hands as She Helps Him Get Up From the Ground) What are you girls doing here?

Wave: We've been looking after your house and searching for you when you suddenly disappeared that day. (Points at Coco Besides Her) Bandicoot girl over here have been crying over you throughout the whole week.

Coco: (Eyes Widened Before Blushing and Glaring at Wave) W-Wave! I mean, sure....(Looks Away While Rubbing the Back of Her Head Back and Forth) I've been worried and....haven't gotten a lot of sleep as of late, but I haven't cried too much!.....Right?

Wave: Kid, you cried throughout the whole foxes documentary while eating through two cartons of ice cream earlier today.

Coco: Yeah, well....it wasn't my fault the similarities between them and Tails are uncanny....

Wave: Those foxes only have one tail.

Coco: It's been a long week, okay!?

Tails: (Frowns Worryingly at Coco) I'm really sorry, Coco. I didn't mean to make you guys worry for that long....

Coco: (Hugs Tails Woth a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Hey, you standing here in front of us right now is worth all the worry and sobbing.

Wave: Oh so NOW you admit it.

Coco: Shut up! (Rolls her Eyes in Annoyance) Anyways, there's nothing for you to apologize here, okay?

Tails: ('Sigh') If you say so. (Hugs Coco Back) I miss you guys so much....

Wave: (Gently Ruffles the Top of Tails' Head) We miss you too, shortie. Now, would you mind telling us where you've been all this time?

Tails: I got teleported into an alternate, cyber like universe.

Coco: Teleported? Like, out of the blue?

Tails: ('Sigh') Yeah.....There's so many crazy stuff that happened back there that I don't even know where to start. But first....there is a question I wanna ask you two before anything else.

Wave: Hm?

Coco: What's up, bud?

Tails: Of it's alright with any of you, do you...maybe....want to go on an adventure together someday? Just the three of us?

Wave: (Raises an Eyebrow in Curiosity) Adventure, you say? I'm guessing your cyberspace misadventure has brought to this question?

Tails: More or less. I had a lot to think about these past few days....about myself and everything been through up to this point. I've been following Sonic around for so long that I've practically forgotten how to be more independent. (Starts Frowning a Bit Sadly) Not to mention the fact I have been a burden to him in some cases......

Coco: Tails.......

Tails: (Starts Walking Back and Forth) So I figured that maybe just maybe, if I could go and embark on my own crazy, grand adventures, then it could could not only help me get out of my comfort zone of being the young, resourceful sidekick, but to also help me gain the confidence and independence that I've been losing for so long. (Stops Walking for a Second) And....what better way to start then to go on one.....(Let his Hand Out Towards the Girls While Letting a Smile, Hopeful Smile) with the two people I care about the most, besides Sonic, Amy, and my... aunts of course. N-Now, obviously, you guys don't have to come along woth if you really don't-

Coco: (Giggles Softly) Are you kidding? (Places One Arm Around Tails' Shoulder) Of course we can all go on an adventure together!~ I've been wanting to go to one with you dorks for a while now.

Tails: Really?

Coco: Really Really. Just don't ever worry about being burden, okay? Cause you can never to be one to us even if you try.

Tails: (Stares at Coco For a Belief Before Nodding in Agreement With a Smile) Right. (Hugs Coco Again) Thanks, Coco. (Places his Hand on his Chin While Thinking) Now, all we need to do is find what a place to start.

Wave: You know....there has been a few Babylonian Treasures I've been meaning to search for.

Tails/Coco: (Turns to the Older Swallow) Babylonian Treasures?

Wave: Yep. Jet wanted to look for them himself, but since our Extreme Gear business has been a marketable success for some time now, he never had a lot of freetime to do so. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) Now that I mentioned it, i think most of them might be located all the way across the middle eastern from here.....

Tails: Middle Eastern.....(Eyes Begins to Widened at the Realization) You think they might be located at Glyphic Cannon? Maybe the Sky Temple above from it?

Wave: Probably. The only way the find out is go to those places ourselves.

Coco: (Smiles Brightly) Then it's settled. A future traveling trip to the Middle Eastern is go.

Wave: Hooold up. (Crosses her Arms) Before I inevitably agree to this notion, there's some ground rules we should set first.

Coco: (Immediately Gives Wave the Deadpinned Look) Seriously?

Tails: (Shrugs at Coco) She was the one who suggested a treasure adventure in the first place.

Coco: ('Sighs in Defeat') True. Alright, what are the rules?

Wave: First and foremost, since this lovely idea was made from yours truly, I will the leader of this operation, got it?

Tails: Okay.

Coco: Fair.

Wave: Second, any money related treasures we find will be split fifty-fifty. And any artifact treasures we'll happen to find will be given to Jet and Babylon Rogue Inc. Since again, it was-

Tsils/Coco: (Roll Their Eyes) Your idea. We get it, Wave...../We know....

Wave: Okay, okay, just making sure we're on the same page here is all. And third.....(Clicks her Teeth While Shrugging) I dunno. Don't get yourselves killed or whatever. Can't think of anything else besides that really.

Coco: Well, if that's the case....(Raises her Fost Up in the Air) Our future adventure trip- ('YAAAAAWN') is....officially a go.....

Tails: (Places his Arm Around his Bandicoot Friend While Chuckling Softly) Okay. I think I speak for the three of us that we all are in need for some R&R right now.

Wave: Agreed. (Starts Stretching her Arms Up While Yawning) The down low search party has been getting tiring each day.

Coco: ('Yawn') Yeah, no fooling. (Rest her Head Onto Tails' Shoulder as They Made Their Back to His House) Tails, can I use your tails as a blanket tonight?

Tails: (Gently Ruffles the Top of Coco's Hair) Sure thing, bud.

Coco: (Points at Tails While Pouting at Him) Hey. No ruffling on the hair, mister!

Tails: (Giggles Softly as He Takes his Hand Off of Coco's Head) Right. Sorry~

To Be Continued

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