#at least i did get their reply and it'll never happen again now that the issue's dealt with.

[stirdrawsandreblaws]

the shopify email system is hot garbage lmfao god..........

[buckyalpine]

Okaaay! How can you write perfect imagines like that ! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Now I cant help to send you another idea and I'M NOT SORRY!

Another Bucky one, where you’re kinda their technician and support the Avengers out of the IT section of the compound when they are on the field. But Bucky also thinks you should learn how to self-defense yourself just in case, but you always refuse. One time you finally give in and he starts training private with you, which one time leads you falling and landing on top of him. instead of getting up, he pulls you closer and kisses you and even carries you to his room to make sweet love. Afterwards he’s a huge cuddler and you both confess your feelings ? I LOVE YOU 😊

I LOVE YOU I LOVE THIS I LOVE IT ALL, give me some sweet, soft Bucky loving his shy girl. (also bb, idek if you remember sending me this considering how long I've taken, IM SO SORRY, I hope I did this justice). Ugh, I love this type of smut, lowkey a weakness.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, setting down your headset after navigating the team through the building they had to break into, infiltrating the security system from your place in the Avengers tower. You guided them down the halls, alerting them of any potential hazards that were to be expected, carefully watching four different screens at once so you had eyes on all of them.

"Couldn't do this without ya short cake, see you soon" Tony's voice crackled through the coms, making you giggle before signing out. You loved your job with the Avengers, helping them on the field through the latest Stark technology, safe in your IT lab. You never had to worry about skills or getting injured because you didn't have to go out onto the field, at most, having to worry about the wifi ever slowing down at the wrong time (though there were plenty of back up softwares in place).

The familiar sounds of boots softly thudding down the hall made your heart flutter, peeking up from your place behind the computer to see Bucky walk into the lab, still in his tactical gear. He didn't seem fazed by the cut that was bleeding from his forehead; at the very least that seemed to be his only injury.

"You saved our asses again" Bucky grinned while you shook your head, taking his hand and making him sit at your desk, pulling out a first aid kit to take care of a gash that was cut across his eyebrow.

"And you're still bleeding" You gently dabbed a cotton ball to his eyebrow, carefully blowing away the sting after.

"Just a scratch doll" Bucky shrugged, letting you clean up the cut, the serum already starting to heal it. "How were things here"

"The usual, made some tea, watched your mission online, nothing exciting"

Bucky hummed, bringing up the same thing he always did after getting back from a mission without fail.

"Maybe you should learn some self-defense doll" He peeked an eye open, meeting yours while you put a final band aid on the side of his forehead just above his brow. "Just in case. Can't have anything happening to our favorite little short cake"

"I'm perfectly safe in the lab, Bucky" You replied, his words making your cheeks heat up, brushing them off as his usual playful teasing. This wasn't the first time Buck had suggested you learn self defense and you always shut it down.

"C'mon. I'll teach you, give you a private lesson. I'll be gentle" He prodded further, being dead serious in his offer. Sure you were safe at the tower but should anything happen, he wanted you to be able to take care of yourself if necessary.

"Bucky-

"It'll be good for you! What if someone broke into the compound when we aren't here"

"Bucky-

"Or if aliens attack. It literally happened last month. Remember that big purple ball sack-

"Bucky-

"Or if you're just walking down the street and someone tries to steal your purse"

"James-

"Pleaaseeee" Bucky gave you his final puppy pout, eyes wide, his bottom lip jutting out until you finally huffed, butterflies fluttering around you tummy.

"Just once" You agreed, feeling like you'd been lit on fire at the handsome smile he gave you, deciding to meet up twice a week at the gym for training. You felt nervous, seeing as you'd never had to use self-defense in your life. You weren't exactly coordinated for fighting and even though you were learning you didn't want to look like a complete fool in front of Bucky of all people.

-

You nervously made your way to the gym, surprised to find it empty with just Bucky waiting for you at the mats. You were expecting to find it full with the others training as well.

"Is it just us here?" You asked as he held his hand out, helping you under the ropes.

"Booked the gym just for us doll, we have it for an hour so you don't have to worry about anyone else" He smiled warmly, hoping the blush on his cheeks wasn't obvious, not wanting to seem like a creep. He really did want to train you, but he couldn't help the inkling of excitement he felt getting to help his crush.

You were surprised at what a gentleman he was. Training went surprisingly well; Bucky started off with easy moves, always warming up and helping you stretch first. It didn't help that you were flustered each time, usually slipping or tripping because you were caught up in his blue eyes or pink lips, the scent of his cologne always making you woozy.

He caught you every single time, setting you back on your feet with ease, praising what a good job you were doing whenever you did something well and encouraging you when he showed you something more challenging.

"Alright, today you're going to attack me" Bucky stated while you stared at his wide eyed, shaking your head.

"Bucky, I'm not sure I can-

"Yes you can short cake, c'mon, show me what you've got" He threw you a playful smirk, taking a few steps back and getting into position. You gulped, shaking off your nerves before steadying yourself, remembering everything he'd taught you. It didn't help that he'd decided to leave his shirt behind, his sculped body nearly taunting you from focusing. You launched yourself at him, managing to land a hit near his ribs before he caught you, gently grabbing your arm and holding it in place.

"Good job doll, now you're going to try and get out of this and attack again". Bucky's voice was strained, struggling with all his might to keep from blushing more, the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin making him giddy. With each training session, he was falling more and more for you, your shy giggles and smiles making his school boy crush worse.

You tried to focus on getting out of his hold instead of the fact that you were pressed tightly against him with your back to his chest, his warm breath fanning against your cheek, the coolness of his arm making you shiver. You wriggled around, slipping out and lunging forward again. You couldn't recall the exact sequence of steps Bucky had taught you, asking him while still moving.

"Do you think I should-ops-" You squeaked, losing your footing, crashing right into the soldier, sending you both onto the floor, landing right on top of Bucky. Bucky caught you, hands firmly on your waist while your eyes grew wide as your nose nearly brushed against his, chest pressed right onto him. You were frozen in place as the the tension grew thick, his baby blues daring to your lips before looking at you again, your sweet face centimeters from his, all he had to do was just-

Before he could stop himself, he pressed his lips against yours, smirking at the surprised gasp you let out before melted into him, eyes closing when you left his tongue softly trace along your lips. You lost yourself into the kiss, gasping again when he handled you with ease, standing with your legs wrapped around his waist, holding you securely. Your heart hammered against as he made his way towards to the gym doors, his arm supporting your ass while the the other cupped your face to kiss you again.

"Wanted to do that for so long short cake" Bucky shyly smiled, pressing the button of the elevator to take you right to his room, leaning in again for another kiss. You giggled, kissing him right back, tugging on his dogtags, not breaking away from each other until you were in the privacy of his room, gasping for air.

Bucky gently nudged the door shut, laying you down softly on the bed, lying on top of you, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hi" He gave you a boyish smile, nuzzling his nose against your cheek, coaxing you to look at him when you tried to shy away, still in shock you had kissed Bucky and now you were in his room.

"Hi" You whispered, biting your lip feeling his hand softly stroke your waist, the both of you lost in each other again. You sucked in a breath before pressing a kiss to his cheek, blinking up at him to see if it was okay.

"So soft" He hummed, stroking up your thigh to your waist when your hitched your leg over him desperately wanting him closer. "My pretty short cake" Bucky didn't rush, the both of you innocently kissing on his bed, not leaving an inch of skin untouched with hands exploring each others bodies. Your stomach flipped when you felt his erection press against your tummy, the deep blush on his cheeks making you fall for him so much more.

"Is this okay?" Bucky asked, toying with the hem of your shirt, waiting for your permission before going any further.

"Please Bucky" Your voice was needy, craving to be closer, warmth pooling in your panties at the sight of his bulge straining in his grey joggers. He took his time undressing you, taking your hands in his and pulling you up so he could take your top off, tossing your sports bra aside immediately after. You lifted your hips up, letting him pull your shorts and panties off in one go, feeling exposed, your legs shut tightly together. As much as he wanted to admire your pretty body, Bucky kept his eyes on your face, smiling at you reassuringly while you covered yourself with his sheets.

He threw his clothes off before joining you under the covers, laying on top of you again, this time letting his kisses trail to others places. You let your hands cling onto his muscular shoulders while he kissed down your neck and across your chest, making his way to your peaked nipples, taking one into his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back your moan, hardly realizing you'd spread your legs for him, the slick between your folds making a mess between the sheets.

His cock leaked against your thigh each time you whined, his tongue drawing circles around your softness, pulling off so he could pay attention to the other. His thumb came up to flick your nipples, groaning when he felt your hand come to play with his hair, his hips rutting against the bed.

He continued to kiss down your body, nipping your tummy before settling between your legs, licking your sensitive inner thighs before spreading your folds apart and kissing your clit.

"So sweet doll" He whispered as he began to gently suckle, moaning when you whimpered, his arm slinging over your hips to keep you from squirming.

"Oh-B-Bucky!" You gasped, the band in your belly already starting to tighten as he drew circles, his lips sealed around your sensitive nub, nursing from you with the most soft, gently gurgles, his beard soaked with your juiced. "Bucky-I-I'm gonna-

"Come for me short cake, lemme taste all of you" Bucky went right back in, the sound of your moans growing louder making his cock throb, restraining himself from humping the bed knowing damn well he'd blow his load if he moved the slightest. You came all over Bucky's face, covering your face with your arm when he crawled back up with a grin, your arousal glistening off his lips.

"All shy for me now doll?" He purred, moving your arm away so he could kiss you deeply. You could feel his painfully hard cock pressed against you reaching down to stroke him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, his eyes rolling back, involuntarily thrusting forward into your hand, a drop of precum falling onto your skin. The sight alone send another wave of arousal gushing between your legs, feeling more empty than ever, feeling his thick velvety shaft fuck your hand.

"Can-can I?" You were too shy to say it but you wanted to make Bucky feel good too, his perfect pink glistening cockhead begging to be sucked, all leaky and swollen.

"You have no idea how much I'd love that but I just-I really wanna be inside you baby" Bucky panted, letting out a strained chuckle knowing damn well he wouldn't last if he saw your sweet doe eyes looking up at him with your mouth filled with cock, much less actually feeling your tongue. "Is this okay?"

He pumped his cock a few times, swiping it along your folds, his weeping tip catching against your fluttering hole.

"Will-will it fit?" you bit your lip, bringing your legs to wrap around his waist, your arms slinging around his shoulders, wrapping yourself around him.

"Told you I'd be gentle" Bucky smiled softly, kissing your cheek as he started to push in, swallowing your gasp as he began stretched you. "Fuck you feel so good" Bucky moaned softly, continued to give you every inch until he bottomed out, stilling so you could adjust.

"Everything okay?" He looked at you with concern, wrapping your body protectively against his.

"Feels good Bucky" you nodded, your voice melting into a moan as he started to move, pulling his hips back slowly and thrusting forward again, keeping a steady motion, letting you feel every bit of him inside you. He reached places you'd never felt before, shamelessly getting louder, digging your nails into his skin when he moved faster, desperate to give you as much pleasure as he could.

"Wanted this for so long doll, y'know that? How long I wanted to make love to you?" He confessed, grinding his hips, barely pulling out, his full, heavy balls pressed against your ass. "Make you feel so good pretty girl, take care of my sweet little short cake who always looks out for me"

"Please don't stop Bucky!" You begged, squeezing his cock, your pussy pulling him back in each time he pulled out, nearly tearing up at his words. "Don't-oh god-Bucky, don't-stop!"

"I know baby, I know" Bucky cooed, "Shhh, feels good, doesn't it? Is that all babygirl? Does it feel good?" His thrusts grew more powerful until he was pounding you into the matters, pouring every bit of his feelings into his strokes, the feeling of your body wrapped around his driving him closer to his own climax.

"Feels-good-so-good" you hiccupped between a whine, crying out when he brought his knee up to fuck you deeper, hitting a different angle. "RIGHT THERE BUCKY"

"That's it angel, I know baby, that's your spot, doing so good for me, think you can give me one more doll? Cum one more time for me?"

"Y-yeah!" You wailed, your back arching off the bed as he brought his hand between your bodies, rubbing your clit with soft circles, adding more pressure between snapping his hips. "I'm gonna cum Bucky!!"

"My good girl, makes me so hard when you say my name baby, cum for me angel, cum on my cock, don't stop till you cream all over me baby, I got you" He held you tighter, your head tucked into the crook of his arm while he cradled you, his other hand still rubbing you. His pace didn't faster, panting, desperately holding his own orgasm off, your brows knitting together, jaw slack, sweat covering your skin.

"You look so pretty like this babygirl, fuck, gonna make me cum y/n" He practically whined, moaning loudly with you when he started to feel you milk his cock, fluttering and squeezing him as your orgasm washed over you.

"BUCKKYY" You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his movements growing sloppy.

"You feel so good doll, so so good, sweetheart-fuck-I'm cumming" Bucky moaned against your neck, stilling as his cock started to throb, his warmth splashing against your cervix. He rocked his hips a few more times till he was milked dry, collapsing into your arms and rolling over so he could pull the covers over you both.

-

You giggled to yourself, tucked snuggly in Bucky's thick arms, your cheek pressed right against his warm chest. Neither if you had spoken a word yet, basking in a post sex haze, cozy and content in each others embrace.

"What's so funny short cake" Bucky whispered, tipping your chin up to meet his twinkling eyes, a dusting of pink still covering his cheeks.

"You're so cuddly for a big scary assassin" You teased, while he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"S'not my fault" He playfully pouted before squeezing you tighter. "Can you blame me? Look at who I get to cuddle with"

You smiled, resting your head on his chest again, tracing invisible shapes onto his skin while he stroked your back, his heart starting to beat faster as he began to speak again.

"This-what happened between us-

You froze, stopping your ministrations, dread pooling in your chest over Bucky's words.

Had you misread the situation?

Oh god, you did, he didn't actually like you, you-

"It wasn't just a one time thing for me. I've liked you for a long time short cake-" Your spiral stopped immediately, looking at him with wide eyes, only to find him nervously chewing his bottom lip raw. "I don't- I don't know if you feel the same way but I'd love for you to be mine-if you'd have me"

His last words melted into a whisper, still looking at you with precious shyness, your heart ready to burst out of your chest at how soft he was for you. Your surprised him, smashing your lips against his, the adorable squeak slipping past his lips turning into a groan.

"You like me?" You grew bashful, tucking your face into his neck, giving the young soldier his confidence back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Like me like me?"

"Course darlin' you're my best girl" He kissed your forehead before rolling you over and attacking you with kisses again, the both of you grinning at each other with heart eyes,

"My favorite little short cake"

"My Bucky bear"

[thegoldencontracts]

Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

[mattyriddlesbitch]

The Princess and The Knight(Chapter Two)

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: mentions of the basilisk

By your second year, Mattheo had made a reputation of being a dick and getting into fights. Many people avoided him, only his few friends you met on the train on the way to Hogwarts talked with him.

And you. You tried, at least. He would give short replies the whole time. ‘Yes’ ‘No’ ‘Maybe’ ‘I don’t know’ ‘Okay’ “Whatever’ That was pretty much his whole vocabulary with you.

His friends were okay with you. Not particularly friendly or went out of their way for you, but they weren’t rude to you and you were never one of their targets, which you were thankful for.

Second year started, and that was the year that there was something roaming Hogwarts, killing students. You were terrified, as any normal person would be.

You sat down in Potions next to Mattheo the day after the first attack, still a bit shaken up from the news.

“Did you hear about what happened?” You asked Mattheo as you started setting up your things for class.

“With the cat? Yes.” Mattheo answered, seeming unphased.

“I can’t believe something like that could happen here.” You said, shaking your head in disbelief.

“It's just a cat. It'll be fine, probably.” Mattheo shrugged.

“What if it happens to a student though?” You ask, leaning forward to lean on the desk.

“Are you scared?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you, like he was confused about your reaction.

“Well, yeah. That could've happened to anybody. That's terrifying.”

“You don't have to be scared. Nothing's gonna happen to you.” His expression softened slightly.

“How can you be so sure? How are you not scared?” You asked, confused about his laid back attitude about it all.

He shrugged again, refusing to answer the questions. “Do you need me to protect you? Will that make you feel safe?” He asked in a sarcastic tone.

It almost took you back for a second. He was sarcastic with you often, but the question caught you off guard. But you quickly recovered. “Aw, are you offering to be my knight in shining armor?” You smiled at him.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “As if. You're not a princess, you know.”

“Only princesses get knights then?”

“Correct.”

You were about to respond, but Snape spoke up, starting his lesson.

After some more attacks, the school implemented a rule that you couldn’t walk alone and to always walk with someone else. You didn’t really know anyone in your potions class other than Mattheo, so you weren’t sure who you were going to walk with, but you figured you’d find someone when the time came.

So now, potions class had ended and you were packing up, watching everyone walk in pairs or groups out of the classroom. You grabbed your bag and headed to the door, but noticed everyone was gone. You frowned, but figured since the halls were filled with students, you shouldn’t have an issue getting to your next class and headed out of the classroom.

“Breaking the rules now?” You heard Mattheo say after you took a few steps out the door.

“What?” You turned to see him pushing himself off the wall and coming to your side.

“Not following the ‘walking with someone’ rule. You’re alone.” He said, grabbing your arm to make you keep walking before letting go.

“Everyone had someone else already.” You shrugged as you fell into step beside him.

“I guess that leaves us then.”

“You didn’t want to walk with anyone else?” You asked curiously.

“They’re all idiots, I’m not walking with them.” He answered simply.

“You know, I think I recall you saying something about only princesses getting knights.” You said in a playful tone.

“Yeah, and?”

“Does that mean I’m a princess now?” You joked.

“And I’m a knight then?” He raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yeah.” You smiled at him.

“Fine then, princess. I guess I’ll be your knight for our 5 minute walk to your class.” He said sarcastically.

He walked with you between classes when he could, still keeping up the defense that he didn’t want to walk with anyone else since they were idiots. When they finally lifted the rule, he walked you to class one last time.

“Guess you won’t be needing my protection anymore, princess.” He said as you approached your class.

“Unfortunate. I was getting used to you walking with me.” You said, pouting playfully.

“Not like you’re never going to see me again.” He rolled his eyes at your pout.

“Might as well, though. It was the most you ever spoke to me.”

“Oh, shut up.” He stopped in front of your classroom.

“Well, I guess you’re retired now, my knight. Your services were appreciated.” You said with a small smile, chuckling when he rolled his eyes again, but this time with his own small smile.

“You’re stupid.”

“I know.”

There was a small moment of silence as you stared at each other, finally breaking when another student squeezed past you two to get into the classroom.

“Well, I better get to class. I’ll see you later, Mattheo.” You said and headed to your classroom.

“Yeah, later.” You heard him say before he started heading to his own classroom.

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[prodbymaui]

Burberry.

I see you wearing burberry, my favorite brand

PAIRING: jung jaehyun x fem!reader

GENRE: infidelity; father's best friend; porn without plot

WC: 3k+ words

WARNINGS: age gap, explicit content, mentions of saliva, cum eating, oral sex, reader's a vixen istg, unprotected sex (cover your stump before you hump!)

SYNOPSIS: Your father was happy to have you agreeing on paying a visit to the Jung manor, specifically to your future fiancé Jung Sungchan. What he didn't know was you travelled to meet a different Jung. At least he resembles Sungchan a lot, no?

A/N: dilf jaehyun? ceo jaehyun? why not dilf ceo jaehyun fucking you against his expensive table?

NOW PLAYING... MONROE BY TAEYONG !

Nonchalant munches of greens from your lunch echoes the quiet dining. Despite uncaring of what's happening around you, the stares coming from your father bothers you more than you want to admit.

Your fork clashes the plate. ''Okay, what is it?''

Clearing his throat, Seojin sits up, prim and proper. ''Why don't you go and pay Sungchan a visit today? At the Jung Manor. It'll only be appropriate for you to develop a bond with him as your engagement nears.''

Ah, of course. Back at it again with that 'get close with Sungchan, you'll need that once you finally get married to him' bullshit. Your father is a man of many things and letting you make your own decisions is not one of them.

Scoffing, you mumble under your breath about how he never allowed you to have a boyfriend yet here he is forcing you to marry someone you can consider as a stranger if it's not for knowing his name and his basic informations.

Knowing well that any objection will earn you a month of being grounded, you reply with a sigh. ''I'll go now then, better spending it with the love of my life instead of wasting it doing nothing.''

Feeling as if you would die if you spend any second more in the dining, you pat down the napkin against your lips. Bidding him a goodbye-- the voices in your head lets out a vomiting sound, not fond of acting sweetly to your father.

Your heels clacks the tiled floors, an oversized white chanel sunglasses covers your eyes.

''Jaehyun will be there to confirm your presence.'' His voice lace with sternness. Almost giggling at his words, a smile of mischievousness appears when you turn your back on him.

Oh, Seojin bets his best friend acknowledges his daughter's visit.

A cheerful chatter distracts Jaehyun from the work he is currently doing, the voices sounds too familiar and one of them stirs curiosity inside him. It isn't long before the door of his office opens just as he expects, revealing you clad in your all pastel pink outfit that consists of a bralette, a-line skirt, knee-high socks and mary jane pumps. All those topped with an oversized pink fur coat from burberry.

The man pays no mind, fingers continuously signing the stack of papers in front of him, not even giving you a single glance. You chuckle. This sight isn't new to you, acting as if he isn't affected by your presence, ignoring you as if he wouldn't sock anyone's jaw if he sees them looking at your way. Jaehyun likes playing the strong, conscious clear man.

But certainly, out of people, you know that this act doesn't even last long. Disappearing just as quickly as they came. A brush of your hand against the skin of his thigh is all it takes for Jung Jaehyun to crack, so you did just that.

The sheep stops pretending to be a wolf, crumbling into pieces the moment you settle yourself on top of him, the warmth of your clothed core pressed right directly to the area beneath his belt. A subtly sound of thud pricks your ear, that must be his pen. Sooner, Jaehyun's palms are already snaking their way up to the flimsy piece of fabric that is hiding underneath your fabric.

A smile of amusement and satisfaction shows itself on your face. Jaehyun had never been good at keeping up his facade, pretending to dislike all the things you do to him only to end up drooling in greed the moment you let him touch you the slightest. You figured out the older man much earlier than he expected. He pushed and pushed you away with his so called determination, so fabricated that it was too late before he realized he had you spread out on his bed, pussy dripping in wetness as you beg him to fuck you with his big cock.

''Seojin texted me,'' What a sentence to greet you. If you are to be asked, you'd prefer not mentioning your father right now. Spreading your hands on his chest, you beam at the firmness, licking your lips as you lean to his neck, nosing and inhaling his scent. ''Thought you were here for my oldest son.''

Shaking your head and rumbling a no, you nip the pale skin lightly, closing your eyes when his hands reaches the cheeks of your ass to squeeze, parting them which sends you shivering in his arms as the cool air coming from the AC pans your wet panties. The build up of tension feels like killing you-- You came here for a good fuck and not to be coddled like a newborn baby. Jaehyun knows that well.

You also had learned, over the course of years fucking up your dad's best friend, that Jaehyun gets off of torturing you. Men like he is, they love to parade their power over people, letting them know they are capable of making them feel things only they, themselves, can reprimand. Too bad for him, you've studied Jaehyun enough to realize you hold the same exact power over him as well. You brings out the vulnerable in him just as he knows which buttons to press to weaken you.

Leaning back on his chair, arms on either side with his legs wide open, radiating such dominating aura. Jaehyun rakes his eyes to drink your appearance in, biting his lips as he takes off your sunglasses. ''Dance for me, darling.''

Holding on to his broad shoulders, your hips sways in an enticing way, fingers going through your strands as you hold them up to reveal your neck, inviting him to dig in. If Jaehyun did an attempt of hiding his hunger for you, he's surely bad at it.

Smirking, you place your hand behind you, the chair is close enough for you to settle your arms on Jaehyun's oakwood table. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, the bump in his pants comes in contact with your clit through the fabric as you grind forward, hard nipples evident on the bralette.

Presenting yourself fully in front of him, Jaehyun's definite that you're one hell of a devil. A vixen sent to tempt him, seduce him and lure him to a one-way ticket to hell. One would say he should've resisted, he should've been a loyal dog to Seojin like his best friend was to him. But even loyal dogs strays away with a mere sight of a bone, don't they?

You get off of his lap, standing in front of him as you move slowly, waving to the sensual music only the two of you can hear. Turning your back against him, your lace panties peek after the hem of your skirt, if Jaehyun tilt his head a bit, he would see the full view of the white delicate fabric barely covering your ass.

The fur coat pools around your feet as you brush it off your shoulders slowly, Jaehyun crosses his legs, eyes burning holes to your dancing figure. The older man curses when your bralette comes next, throwing it somewhere far where can only be found if one searches. As you bend over his table, presenting your ass to him-- Jaehyun decides it'll be the last straw. His grip goes from the flesh of his thighs to the curves of your waist, shoving you to his table with crotch pressing against the crack of your ass cheeks.

You'd die if you don't get that dick inside any of your hole now, so you waste no time grinding on him, moaning wantonly like those porn stars that teenagers loves to jack off. Jaehyun lets out profanities. The walls aren't too thick as they look, he hopes covering your mouth tightly will send a signal, or a warning. Whatever way it is that you decode his message.

He makes you face him before he shoves his tongue inside you, licking across every surface, devouring every piece of you. The act receives a gasp from you, arms circling around his neck while trying to keep up with his pace. One of your breasts gets cage by his hand, fondling them as his lips travels to the hardened nipple, biting them a little before licking the sting away.

The lids of your eyes becomes heavy, mouth opening to catch breathes you couldn't do within your nose due to an overwhelming build up of tension. His head remains locked inside your embrace as you arch your back, a hand in his hair didn't know whether to pull away or push him impossibly closer to you.

A yelp escapes your lips when you're, so suddenly, on your knees. Jaehyuns stands before you like a God-- large, domineering, and powerful in all sorts of matter. You're just there, at his mercy with your teary eyes and hands properly on your thighs, waiting for him to instruct you like a puppy. The slender fingers fumbles through his belt and sooner, the length and girth above average is already in front of you. A tug from your hair pulls you out of your trance, meeting Jaehyun's sharp and questioning glare when you look up.

''Suck.'' If your father gets the chance of seeing this, it'll be unbelievable for his eyes. He won't be able to fathom the idea that only a word from his best friend would have you scrambling obediently.

Ever so cruel Jung Jaehyun didn't even offer the slightest bit of signals nor gestures, tugging your head backwards as he shoves his thick cock in your mouth. Thank heavens you've lost your gag reflex a long time ago, courtesy of endless practice, because if not-- both of you would be grimacing at the sight of vomit on the floor.

Jaehyun moves inside your throat like it's your pussy he's fucking, indifferent to the slight pain he's inflicting to you, pricking tears in your eyes. He pays no mind to the struggle on your face, the tears running down that pretty features, honestly it even makes him harder if possible. There are codes and specific actions you both had agreed on so it doesn't worry Jaehyun to be harsh on you. The man knows when to stop. The man knows your insides are screaming in glee.

His eyebrows quirks upwards as one of your hand disappears from his vision, the difficulty is soon replace with pleasure, and he doesn't have to be a genius to find out what goes on. Scoffing mockingly, his grasp tightens, your cheeks coming in contact with the skin of his pelvis area. Muffled sound of surprise vibrates on Jaehyun's cock when he forces a foot between your legs, placing it just right where your soaking wet core sits. Embarrassment fills you, blood flushing your cheeks as you desperately moves against the older's leg, eyelids flickering to the new found pleasure.

Bobbing your head in a way of thanking him, Jaehyun hums in satisfactory, hips meeting your head harshly. The more thrusts he does, the deeper he gets in the back of your throat. The fabric of Jaehyun's black pants darkens at an area, your jaw goes slack as you caress his balls, earning a groan from him that ensures you're doing well. Well enough for him to come down your throat without much of an effort on your end.

Jaehyun pulls you up, sprawling you out on his table. If someone questions the name of his dinner, your name would be the one to be oozing out of his lips. Gasp leaves your lips when the ripping sound pierces your ear drums, eyes widening. Jaehyun is nonchalant to your reaction. He only digs in like a starved man, hot tongue diving in your velvet walls while his hands keeps your legs firmly open.

The pink muscle explores the insides of your core more than it did in your mouth, slurping sounds echoing the four walls of the office. You'd be lying if you deny that your horniness levels up. Jaehyun plunges two fingers without a warning, lips encircling your clit next as he sucks on the bud while searching for the spongey spot that irks you a feeling of euphoria.

Today must be your lucky day. It isn't usual for Jaehyun to be this eager, treating you like an antique vase that got passed down from generations to generations. However, none of those manners shows themselves. It seems like Jaehyun now wants to break the glass vase into pieces, crushing it with his hands until there's nothing left but shards that looks like ashes.

''Jae-- fuck!'' Your head thrashes, hands reaching for air before landing on the edges of his table, gripping them as you hold on to the last bits of your sanity. Hips jerking upwards feverishly, making a mess on Jaehyun's vogue magazine worthy face. It must be the desperation or the friction you've been receiving since earlier that causes you to finally let go, enabling the older man to have a taste of your sweet juices. Jaehyun is once again humming in satisfaction.

But it's not yet enough, no. He won't be sated, not until he finishes with your pulsating pussy stimulating his release. That intense work outs pays off as Jaehyun transfers you to his window, face greeting the glass in a harsh press. His eyes darkens when he sees your expression. Did you just fucking smile?

A slut, that's what you are.

The clutches of his hand stays on the back of your neck. Your legs folds almost completely as the thick shaft enters you abruptly, sending you to clench at the unexpected penetration, mouth forming an 'o' because of how deep it is-- your smile widens even more.

Clenching, drools, or simply; a mess. Those are the words Jaehyun would say to describe your current state. To have you going jelly over his cock, to have you moaning and thrashing for him-- Jaehyun almost wishes he gave in sooner. Maybe he would've enjoyed this sight more often rather than the annoying nags of his wife, whom he never loved-- their relationship was supposed to be all business not until their parents demanded an heir.

The thought of the irritating wife fuels your desire of leaving your marks on Jaehyun for her to see. For her to remember that Jaehyun had never been and will never be hers. For her to be reminded that Jaehyun only loves one woman and that's not the one he married.

Whimpering helplessly, your nails digs in to the skin of Jaehyun's thighs, legs shaking violently to his rough thrusts, even getting on your toes uncontrollably. It's electrifying, the pleasure you're getting. No words can amount to how Jaehyun fucks you with so much passion, as if he'd taken up a sex related major in college instead of business.

Your head spins as you feel yourself flying away, reaching your own euphoria, tears once again racing down your cheeks, throat so fucked out that you are lessen to a babbling mess. A slap across your ass cheeks sends your jerking, high pitched moans near to seep through the doors and let everyone know the activity shared by the two of you, even the 3 year old Yuna. God, poor baby Yuna.

''Jaehyun! Yes, yes, yes.. fuck, yes!'' What are you even saying yes for? Is Jaehyun fucking you so good that your brain got mushed up? Did the honored, top of the class student became a dumb, whimpering mess? That stirs pride inside Jaehyun. He's gonna make sure that you'll never seek sexual pleasure from those college frat boys again, he'll make you realize that you only need a man to feel what a good sex is.

Merciless thrusts continues despite the clear weakening of your legs, arms catching your waist to hold you up. The ringing of his phone diverts his attention for it, smirking mischievously as he proceeds to answer the call.

''Ah yes, Seojin-ah!'' He must be fucking sick in the head, conversing with your father while his brutal pace messes up your insides, tip continuously bumping against your sweet spot that creates white spots in your vision.

''Of course, of course. The kid is here-- she actually looks like she's having fun,'' It's partially true. Your tongue lolling out and eyes crossing doesn't mean you're not enjoying, right? What's causing you to have fun though, your father doesn't need to know about that.

''Yes, would you like to talk to her?'' Jaehyun bites back a laugh when you try your hardest to shake your head albeit drunk on his cock and strings of saliva appearing at the sides of your lips. ''Ah, that's too bad. I'll talk to you later then? Alright, you take care.''

Dropping the phone to the nearby chair, two of his fingers chokes you, making you spit out more.

''Did you hear that, darling? Your father is looking for you, worried that you might've disobeyed him and went out to fuck one of those little frat boys again. Say, is he gonna be proud if he knew his daughter is no longer getting fucked by a hormonal kid? or is he gonna burst out in anger once he finds out that she turns into a desperate slut in the hands of his best friend?''

He groans loudly and with a slight change of his angle, your vigorous movements becomes a telltale sign of your climax. Legs stretching as you stay on your toes-- a white ring forms around the girth of Jaehyun's cock, his moans getting louder as you clenches down on him due to overstimulation.

The inconsistent rhythms of his bucking and the harsh grip around your waist, Jaehyun's cum fills you like a dam. He rides his high together with yours, sharing an intimate and full of tongue kiss as you hear Sungchan's sigh behind the door.

Chuckling at your future fiancé's complains, Jaehyun helps you dress up. ''At least hurry up for a bit, the devil's just arrived. I don't want to deal with her annoying ass again.''

You shake your head at his words, describing his mother as a devil? Pfft. ''Like father, like son, huh?''

''What can I say? Sungchan takes after me. Especially in terms of taste in women.''

[wolfgirlguts]

Tagging this fatal because we all know what happens next. A little snippet about me singling out my next meal. Degradation and threats of suffering ahead.

Culling

It was the third time I caught her looking at me that sealed her fate. She tried to hide it, play it off. She looked down at her drink, swirled the ice with her straw, face red. She sensed me getting closer, those big ears flicking, a little shiver down her spine as I came up beside her at the bar. Adorable.

My mouth was watering already.

I didn't waste any time playing coy. Before either of us said a word I was breathing in her scent, a heady mix of fear and arousal, a cocktail more potent than anything served here. "You know it's impolite to stare," I said as I grasped her firm rump. She nearly spilled her drink.

"I-I'm sorry," she squeaked out, looking up at me with those big doe eyes.

"Mm, no you're not," I replied, before prying her fingers off her glass and pulling it away from her. I threw it back in one gulp. "You were hoping I'd come over here. Part of you was, anyway. Bet you're feeling conflicted now, huh?"

"Hey, why did you-rrk!"

She shook more as I took her jaw in my hand, tilting her head this way and that in the lurid light. "I like my food sober. Too much booze and it'll numb the pain. That's cheating. There's only one way you're getting sloshed tonight." She really was a looker. Tall for a doe, a little on the slim side, but with shapely thighs that begged for my teeth.

She squirmed in my grip, but the flush never faded from her face. "So you're really. . . I mean, we're-"

"Ohhhh my god," I said, rolling my eyes. "You always take this long to get to the point? Yes, tonight I'm having venison. I don't know what's not getting through that thick skull of yours. You clearly had a deathwish, the way you kept trying to bore your way down into my guts with your eyes." She was light, too. Shoving her down on the bar was laughably easy. I pinned her hands above her head, licking my chops at the way her chest strained her tight top.

"Wait, right here?" She yelped, turning an even brighter red. She frantically looked at the other patrons around, many of whom were pretending not to see the spectacle we were creating right in front of them. Not all, though. Good, glad at least a few of them appreciated quality entertainment when it was served up for free. "Y-You're not going to take me somewhere more . . . private?"

"What, like a date? Don't flatter yourself. You think I'm going to cut my night short for you? I've got places to be after this. I'm taking time out of my schedule to end you, you ungrateful slut. Now shut your trap. I'm getting tired of your voice. The only thing you've got in you that's worth hearing is screams."

I watched her whole body tremble again, so I leaned in and inhaled her once more, dragging my tongue up her neck. The scent of her need was so much stronger now. Almost too pungent to bear. I dipped a paw down the front of her shorts and wasn't surprised in the least to feel she was wet. "Knew it. Just another dumb bitch who's too horny to live. You're lucky I need the calories."

[masonmount-vii]

It'll Make Sense One Day

Part Two

april eighteenth

You glance at your phone to look at the time as the book you've been reading lands on the duvet.

It's one am

You don't have to be up until nine, but you figure that you should probably get some sleep, anyway.

When you look at your phone screen again, you notice that you have two new messages which are from Tinder, both from guys you have matched with.

Sighing, you tap on the screen to launch the app, and see that both a Jake and Mason have messaged you.

Hey! The one from Jake says.

Funny seeing you here ;), the one from Mason reads.

A shiver runs down your spine as you click on his profile.

Chocolate brown eyes, charming smile.

How did you manage to swipe on your high school best friend and not even know?

'What do i even say?' You wonder, knowing that you have to reply.

You don't want to, especially not with the way you and Mason ended your friendship, but you also didn't think that you would ever talk to him again.

The Mount family had moved next door when you were six and Mason was seven. At first, you were acquaintances, but that didn't last long. Soon enough, you both were inseparable, spending all your time outside of school together, talking on the phone when you weren't in the same place.

As high school started, you had begun to notice how Mason would fluster whenever you talked to him whenever your friends were around, but whenever it was just you two, he was completely fine, laughing and joking with you. You had never brought it up yo him, as you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable or even worst case scenario distance himself but that had happened anyways.

Or, at one of your friends birthday party, there had been a dance floor, and you only really wanted to dance with Mason. You eventually insisted that you should dance with your other friends too.

"Just to be fair, Mase," you remember your little young self whispering, not noticing the expression that passed across his face, one that suggested he would rather leave the party altogether than dance with someone who wasn't you.

"Right, yeah, makes sense," Mason had mumbled as he let go of you. You couldn't help but be disappointed as he went off to dance with someone else, even though you had suggested it in the first place.

By the end of the school year, you were convinced you were in love with him.

Anytime he would look at you, butterflies would kickstart in your stomach, or you'd blush unnecessarily at anything and everything he had said.

As all of her friends shared their stories of their first kisses or first boyfriends, you would sit and think about what it would be like to date Mason, or kiss him, at the very least.

Then, weeks before you started year eleven, he told you that he would have to move to kickstart his football career.

"I'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner," he had confessed one Saturday night, while you were sat on the step outside your house, watching the time creep closer to your curfew. "i just didn't know how. It's such a big decision, and i didn't want to tell you until it was all sorted, but you know you can always visit me. You understand though, right? You're like my sister Y/N. You'll always be in my life, you know?"

You didn't know. The words my sister tumbled around in your brain as you tried to make sense of them. You didn't know what to say, but the words i've liked you for a long time were on the tip of your tongue.

You were so close to saying it right then, but instead you chewed on the inside of your cheek while inspecting your nails, two nervous habits that you felt like you needed to break. "Why are you telling me now? Why not just not tell me at all and leave me to figure it out for myself?"

Mason had been speechless, staring open-mouthed at you as if he couldn't believe you had actually said that. (You couldn't believe it, either.) While he sat there, you whispered a 'goodbye' as you saw that there was only one minute until your curfew, and it wasn't until the next morning that you had realised that he hadn't said it back.

You didn't talk to him for the rest of the school holidays. You hardly saw him, except for when your brother, Liam used to go to football practice with him and you used to go along with your mum to watch him. You would see Mason getting into his Mum's car at the same time. Mason would wave to Liam while you avoided eye contact.

Your mum brought you a journal for your birthday, and you wrote in it until you poured your heart out onto the pages, only stopping when there wasn't any more room to write.

You were sure that this was what a broken heart felt like; messy and unclear. There was some days that you wanted to talk to Mason, just because you couldn't believe this is how your friendship ended.

You thought many times about patching things up over the rest of holidays before Mason goes away, but then you would see him around with a girl, at the movies or a fancy restaurant where your sister worked.

You came to learn, through friends, that his girlfriends name was Georgina, and they were pretty serious. One morning you saw getting in the car with rest of his family, driving away when the time finally came for him to move. You stayed in a slump all day, you at least thought your friendship meant more and he would say goodbye before moving but you thought wrong. "I don't understand why you won't just talk to him." Your sister, Millie had said not without rolling her eyes, as she thought this was a stupid way to end a friendship.

The fact that Mason was gone had made it easier for her to admit the reason for her radio silence towards him. When you were done talking, you had expected Millie to start laughing (or worse, force you to call him), but all your older sister did was give you a hug and say that she understood. It was hard for her to see her little sister upset.

Then, as time went on, you had passed your GCSE'S done your A-Levels and now you were moving away from home to start university and you didn't hear from Mason or about him.

He and Georgina eventually broke up, and you had almost reached out to him, apologise for being an overdramatic teenager, but something had stopped you.

Now, your phone buzzes again, snapping you out of your thoughts.

Sorry if that message came off a little strong.

Mason, apologising for something as simple as a possible misinterpreted text.

The irony of him apologising to you when you thought you should be apologising isn't lost on you.

You don't know how to respond, so you don't; instead, you plug your phone in, set it on your bedside table, and fell asleep.

You alarm rings at exactly eight o' clock the next morning, and you reluctantly sit up, sighing.

The first thing you see when you look at your phone is the unanswered text from Mason, and you know you should just answer it.

It's nearly been ten years, you need to get over it, you tell yourself.

You are over it, you think. you haven't thought about Mason in a long, long time, and you only had today since you'd matched with him on Tinder without knowing how. There's a part of you that still wants to be friend with him.

So, you respond with a simple ‘it’s been a while, how are you?’ before doing your morning routine and heading off to work.

Whilst at work, all you can think about is how you wish you never stopped talking to Mason just because he was moving away and didn’t tell you. You should’ve been proud of him, that he’s finally going to do what he loves most and what he’s passionate about but you were so stuck in your own feelings you didn’t think about how the way you reacted could’ve possibly hurt him too. You should’ve been there for him.

It’s not like he told you a day before; he let you know once he was certain it was happening, and yet you were still upset about it, exactly as he feared you would be. Mason didn’t know you were in love with him at the time. How could he? You didn’t show your emotions as easily as he did back then, and now, nearly ten years later, you regret that.

You get home a few hours later to see a new message from Mason, but instead of replying, you scroll through your contacts, hoping that you still have the number you’re looking for.

To your surprise, your brokenhearted, fifteen year old self hadn’t thought to erase your best friends number from your contacts, and you’re relieved to see the same number has stayed there through various phones over the years.

“Hello?” Mason answers, and you aren’t prepared for the emotions that suddenly hit you in an overwhelming wave.

“Hi,” you whisper back, feeling tears rising behind your eyes, “I thought…well, I thought I might aswell call you.”

“Y/N?” He breathes out in disbelief, “It’s been, what, ten years almost?”

“Something like that.”

“How….how are you doing? I didn’t realise you still had my number.”

“I didn’t either, honestly. I’m doing well, I just got home from work. What about you?”

“I’ve been at training, but I got home not that long ago.”

An awkward silence follows. You feel like you suddenly don’t remember how to talk.

“Listen, Y/N, I’m really sorry about what-” he starts, but you interrupt him.

“Mason, we both know that if anyone should be apologising for what happened nine and a half years ago to put it precisely, it’s me. So, I’m sorry. I know it wasn’t fair to just let you leave and not explain myself. The truth is, well..”

Here goes nothing.

You take a deep breath, hearing nothing in the other end.

“I liked you. As more than friends.”

More silence.

It stretches on for so long that you begin to think he hung up.

And then.

“Oh.”

“At the time!” You were quick to reassure him in the thick awkwardness that’s grown between the two of you, “I know, I know you were with Georgina at the time, and I couldn’t, didn’t want to, get in the way of that. Not to mention that you were moving anyways so it wouldn’t have worked between us. Not that that’s bad. It is what it is. I just had to figure out how I was going to piece my broken heart back together.”

You take a deep breath after you’re done talking, and when he doesn’t answer you straight away, you fight the urge to hang up the phone.

“It’s okay,” Mason says eventually, and it takes a second for you to calm down, “As long as you’re not, you know, still in love with me.”

It’s a joke, you realise after a second has already passed, and then you let out a laugh that sounds fake even to your own ears.

“No, I’m not. That would be ridiculous, Mason. I haven’t talked to you in almost ten years, and I think we have a lot to talk about,” you reply.

“Yeah, I’d like that. Maybe we could meet for a coffee next Saturday? You don’t work on Saturday’s, do you?”

You answer almost immediately. “Nope.”

“I’ll see you on Saturday, Y/N. I’m really looking forward to it.”

“Me too, Mase.”

There’s slight smile in his voice as he hangs up, and you’re just left staring at your phone, wondering what the hell you had just agreed to.

-

Thank you so much for reading, I’m hoping you’ll continue to stick around 💓 next part will be 30/08/2024!

[faetthorn]

Probably my only contribution to the Pathologic fandom

Some important words below, if you're a patho fan take the time to read them

TW: pedophilia, SA, grooming, racism, colonialism

So I got into pathologic in july and almost instantly got hit with a post about the allegations from back in 2021 against Nikolay Dybowski, game creator and founder of Ice Pick Lodge. He’s groomed several girls ages 15-18 and inclusively has used his position as a member of HSE University in Moscow to do so. 3 years on and people have all forgotten this and are happily cheering for the bachelor route like nothing ever happened 

Yes I know you all wanna forget abt the uncomfortable situations, after all "what can we do" right? I wish I could just pull a switch in my brain and forget too, but I'm a victim of SA and child grooming, and I can't play this game without remembering what its creator did. The worst part is that the characters mean a lot to me. I got into pathologic while suffering from ptsd related nightmares and Daniil, Artemy and Clara brought me a lot of joy and comfort. Even now they and some elements of patho’s story mean the world to me. It hurts to be constantly reminded that everyone is against you, no matter how much you appreciate their work, no matter how much time and money you put into doing it.

I'd properly join the fandom and start calling for a boycott and for these allegations to be discussed and reminded of again but I just know it'll never happen. I'd be ignored or get a thousand replies "oh but the employees, they have nothing to do with it!!" "it's just a game!" "it'll get you nowhere!" “age of consent is x y or z in this country!” "stop being a vindictive little bitch!" "*insert rape threat here*" I expect to receive 0 support on this post and I'll block anyone I need to. Just wanted to let this out of my chest even if nothing will change: Petitions don't work, they never did and they never will. Passivity and politeness never got ME shit, at least.

DOXA, the rus student newspaper investigating these allegations was raided by police (1, 2) and recently considered an undesirable organization by the government. The courts and police would never do anything about this and they’re clearly more invested in persecuting student groups that have even the most basic feminist goals. A victim of Dybowski's has allegedly tried to denounce him to HSE University and the charges were dropped so as far as we know Dybowski wasn’t even fired. Not only is he the creator and chief writer of the games but he's also the head of the studio. Spreading awareness and boycotting is the only way justice can be made (at least in a way non-russians can participate). If you’re considering playing pathologic i cannot recommend it and i don’t want to be the reason someone gives more money to Dybowski. You don’t need more harmful shit when you have 2 games, a dlc and wonderful fandom content the game would never make canon. Hell, PIRATE all the games if you really need to. When the bachelor route comes out the IPL employees will have already been paid for it. Also, let’s not forget that WE DON’T KNOW where the profits we give will go. They might go to CP.  

I wonder why it's so easy for you all to rightfully call to boycott anything related to zionism without making excuses but then when it's a pedophile with countless cases of grooming and very probably rape you all stay quiet and do nothing just because it's your precious little interests. It's almost like it's all performative

In the same vein, there needs to be a discussion about how violently racist this game is because this art came from anger and sadness. I’m not indigenous but i’ve followed native activism for years and i wouldn’t have the beliefs i have today without the opinions of indigenous people. I know feeling betrayed by the art you use to cope with how horrible reality is is tough. Not only does this game have extremely racist stereotypes and portrays natives as a monolith, but it’s also unsurprisingly misogynistic in an extremely colonial way (need i remind you of Willow, the entire concept of the herb brides and the way they are dressed or the fixation with portraying steppe people as woman-sacrificing brutes). Not to mention the extreme cruelty of patho 2’s endings. Which is way more insulting when it’s directly tied via the in-game use of Buryat language and inspirations to the native peoples of Siberia who Russia colonized and whose culture is still actively repressed, at a time when the weight of colonization (environmental catastrophe, poverty, sexual violence and more) makes indigenous people commit suicide at a way higher rate than any other ethnicity in many countries, and this includes the native people of Siberia who this game “pays homage” to (1). This fandom in general needs to start being way more critical and checking their own racism too. And to any native patho fans i’m obviously not here to tell you how to feel abt patho’s racism

Well, there it is. I have no hope left to ask anyone to boycott the bachelor route or the other projects Dybowski's created but if this makes you think about the things you throw money at it’ll be something

Edit: I apparently need to clarify something since certain people have been pestering me about it. I'll keep standing behind the part where I say the profits (not the money used to pay the employees, the PROFITS) might go to CP. We're talking about a guy who has been sexually abusing underage girls since allegedly at least 2012 with full impunity. And let me repeat once again: we are not responsible for the IPL employees' well-being and payment. Dybowski is.

[beiasluv]

heyyy so i was thinking what would happen if neteyam went to jake for advice on how to ask the reader out, i just thought it'll be a cute moment :) you don't have to write it if u don't want to, completely up to u 💓

have a lovely day gorgeous 🫶

a father’s advice? neteyam x reader

a/n: that’s actually so cute / ye grammar mistake cuz I’m too potato / hope you enjoy, gorgeous gorgeous girl 🤍

masterlist

saying who’s got the most rizz in the family is hard, their blood is strong. but one thing neteyam can’t deny, is that his father is the original rizz

how did he managed to pulled off neytiri? he don’t fucking know. the daughter of the chief while he is a ‘dreamwalker’ to them? he got them rizz

neteyam, being the golden child he is, is determined to follow his father’s footsteps.

and who else could he ask advice from? lo’ak? nope, that boy would never miss a chance to make fun of him, if he would go for his assistant. plus, he got rizzed up by tsireya, he down real bad.

kiri? nah, she has her own world and neteyam respects that. letting her be her free-spirited self would be the best option.

spider 👁️👁️ what does that boy know? does he even have a girlfriend? *ahem* i guess we’ll never know. he got the lowest rizz game in the family, with all due respect from neteyam.

tukkk, SHE IS A MINOR AND A CHILD.

neytiri? i guess? bet she would be more of a pain in the ahh if he would go to her for advice. being a mom she is, she would definitely judge neteyam’s crush and all of his dream would crash down. no, we don’t want that.

jake, it is.

but how? how to make it the least awkward to approach his dad about stuff like this?

he tried to give his dad signals and signs everyday but he doesn’t seem to pick them up. he even started to doubt if his dad is the real player, cuz them boy is clueless😭

“dad?”

“yes?” jake replied with his back facing neteyam.

“how do you er…like send a sign?”

“neteyam, i thought we went over this already,” he sighed. “press your collar when speaking, and say ‘over’ when you are done talking”

“oh!” he scratched his neck. “okay, sorry, dad.”

neteyam was hopeless 😭 but to get a girl, he can’t just give up easily

he tried again, now, with a little help from his sister

“dad,” he walked quietly into the marui where his dad is resting.

“what?” he grumbled.

“erm…last time…when…” his words fumbled around each other, while kiri came into the marui.

“when what? get to the point,” he shifted the blanket off his chest and sat up.

“dad, he is asking you how to ask a girl out,” she said nonchalantly as she looked through the drawer. “you’re welcome, bro,” with a swift of her tail, she was out the door.

“oh, well,” jake chuckled loudly. “have i heard correctly?”

“well, yea..yes.”

“c’mere, son,” he patted the mattress. “let me show you.”

jake would be so proud. he would laugh uncontrollably for like 10 minutes cause neteyam got him worried there.

but his son ask, he will reveal

“now, welcome to “the way of rizz 101” class with jake sully,” he joking said. “there are many ways to ask a girl out, alright, but there is a main pattern you must look out for.”

“number 1: set the mood. it is the most important, alright?” he ruffled neteyam’s locks. “you could never go wrong with setting the mood, look for spots, lighting, and the feels.” “guess where we got down, the tree of souls, yeah, magic, am i righ-“

“ew dad, please.”

“okay, listen to the experts, son,” he laughed. “number 2: make it personal, PER-SO-NAL”

“yes, i understand, I’m not dumb”

“no, son, it’s really important. don’t reuse your letters, never get her the same gift. DO NOT never ever use the same pick up line. AND definitely do not use the same pattern for every girl.” (amen to deja-vu from olivia rodrigo, guys)

“number 3: be yourself,” he patted his son back. “don’t be afraid, if she doesn’t accept your offer, don’t let it consume you.”

“how can i do that?” he retorted.

“what is she like?”

“she is the only girl i have ever laid my eyes on and they were stuck! can’t imagine even just one other girl that i have felt the same feelings i am feeling right now.”

“that’s the spirit, atta boy,” he chuckled. “then, i pray for eywa that this is the way.” “eywa will show you the way if she is the one for you,” he smiled softly.

“and a honorable mention, do not ever make a girl cry over your stupid mistakes, alright?”

“how would i know?”

“you would feel it, respect her, respect her as a goddess, hell yeah, adore her, like eywa,” he added. “she is gentle but deadly, the spirit of life. always ask for consent, always. when you are mated for life, you both become equal.”

“let her guide you, and let you guide her,” he held his palms together as one. “now, how to rizz a girl up is not useful without your effort,” he patted his son’s head and pushed him up.

“go get the girl, atta boy!”

today is a great day to go touch grass 😳 i mean- take care of yourself 🤍

@rosaryos / @bumblinbumblvee / @loudcolorwolfgarden / @nyotamalfoy / @fangirl-2610 / @astablacksword / @lokisblueskin

[l0ves1ckf0ol]

hear me out! nevermore has a musical they produce for the spring. they they so happen to do Chicago, the reader is velma kelly and xavier falls in love with the reader while he is helping with set for the show.

CAUGHT IN THE ACT | xavier thorpe

"you're breaking character, xavier. "

also a bit of a disclaimer i only heard abt the summary and i have no time to watch the whole musical but imma just go with my common knowledge i have for this. SO MOSTLY ITSBJUST THEM AND LESS CHICAGO IM SORRY SHSGS

"damn! only got ensemble, what about you y/n?" enid groans, you smirk at her "i got velma kelly." you say a toothy grin growin on your face. wednesday frowned at the conversation, "remind me again, why are you doing this?" she sighs out to you, almost looking disappointed. "i may be the child of the poltergeist and yes i love to hide but y'know i have to try out stuff once in a while." you reply to her, "also it's because of principal weems. she said that i had to do this or else i won't be sleeping in my own dorm, i set one on fire by accident." you add as enid laughed, "you never try out these things, y/n. why the change of heart? also you could've spent beekeeping with me and ottinger rather than be in that horrific display of singing." wednesday wonders curiously, did she see right through you? "just trying things out, wednesday." you breathed out to her, trying to play it cool looking ahead of her to a specific long haired boy who was busy on his sketchbook.

-

you've never heard of a theatre within the school, but it certainly exists. it's just that it needs cleaning up. you were there for rehearsals, since it was a saturday morning everyone was either in jericho or lazing away in their dorms. principal weems was unsure if you were going to stay put in the school grounds but you stayed behind, truthfully. you suddenly begin to despise being the lead for this musical, the pressure was getting to you and you start to worry if you're going to screw up.

"okay, let's go again, lights-" you announce as you start pacing the stage, "camera- paint?" you notice xavier coming up to the stage with a small bucket of what looked like maroon paint. "sorry for interrupting, please continue." he says politely, walking over to the lousy background of the stage, it had a sickening yellow color to it with loads of crusty paint slipping off the cement. "wouldn't you be at jericho by now?" you ask him as he dipped his wide brush in the paint and started painting from below to above.

"nope, weems asked me this morning to make a good background for the musical, it needs to be barely noticeable because they're using cardboard cutouts as scenes. she said black but for interrupting my coffee hours, i'll go with maroon instead." xavier answered, "could've gone with neon instead to infuriate her more, no?" you offer, wiggling your eyebrows. xavier laughed, "then i'll feel bad." he replies. "you have a soft heart for someone who looks like they ate a piece of lemon." you mentioned to him, he looks at you for the first time he walks in the room with a downturned smile, if that made sense.

"well- don't tell anyone about that. that right there is my biggest secret." he jokes, shaking his head left to right with a scoff. "alright, it'll be our official secret."

- xavier's pov (?) -

xavier never thought of you, or even acknowledged you that much but for some reason, after that conversation at the theatre you were basically unforgettable. he said hi to you in the hallways, everything seemed so monochrome but when you walked in the same room as him? instant color. so whenever he was free, he would do at least something to see you. this had been going on for a good 2 weeks

a week before the final rehearsal, he brought wax because weems tasked him to wax the stage. as he was nearing the door your voice rang clearer and clearer. your beautiful voice. xavier sighs to himself, he was at a loss by now, he tried his best to sneak inside unnoticed but the poltergeist could spot a shadow moving a mile away. so you instantly stopped.

"xavier?"

"oh hey sorry, i came in here to uh... wax the stage." xavier mumbled timidly, finally getting up to his normal height. you frowned, "thought this school was rich enough for maintenance people." you told him, he was trying to find the answers, for a moment he thought you were about to catch him in the act. "or was this only an act of service to suck up to the principal?" he could almost sigh from relief, "um yeah, been failing ms. thornhill's class lately so." xavier lied, he was doing excellently in that subject. a firm "hm." said it all, you probably knew, you just didn't want to spoil the fun. while y/n was singing her lungs off, xavier was sure it had something to do with jazz, he wasn't familiar with the musical. he was pre occupied scrubbing the floors with wax, luckily he wasn't wearing his school uniform since it was after class hours, otherwise those sweet blue slacks were toast. you didn't leave until he finished, you had other plans, xavier was onto you. if you figured him out, xavier was dead to himself and his dignity, i mean he wasn't ashamed with liking you. you were amazing, he just wanted to be sure that he liked you. lies.

-

"you finished. now, walk me to my dorm will you?" you ask him as you picked up your things from one of the leather seats and went outside as he followed. xavier left the wax at the stage, he remembered to return it tomorrow. as you walked the only sounds both of you could hear were your steps against the cobblestone floor, this only happend for 3 minutes. "so uh-"

"do you like me, xavier?" xavier wanted the ground to swallow him up right now. he stops in his footsteps and you turned from your heel, with a raised eyebrow. testing him. for a moment xavier almost breaks but he endured "do i like you is the question, what do you think?" he said, now you were testing each other. "i think you have had a little crush on me, ever since you painted the maroon background at the theatre. i know the maintenance people here, and i know that weems would never leave out an assignment for them, especially since it's this heck of a theatre that has not been used for a decade." you point out to him, with a devious smirk on your face.

xavier tugged at his jacket and approached one step forward toward you, "we both know you're a lazy poltergeist, l/n. why do you have extra rehearsals every after rehearsal- alone in the theatre?" you scoffed at his accusation, placing a hand on his chest, leaning in slightly, this made xavier's stomach do a flip and made his knees weak. "since we both are onto each other, you and i know the answer." you whispered as you lean back with a teasing side smile, xavier sighs out through his nose, his cheeks could match the theatre background, a sign that he gave up. his slim hands went up to your cheeks, his thumb caressing it. his lips were practically brushing against yours now,

"may i kiss you?"

"you're breaking character, xavier." you smiled, pressing your lips on to his, giving him an answer.

[invisibleraven]

"I will take the couch, it's no problem." for Rulie? (Insert joke about Molinas and couches here.)

Reggie limped up the driveway, sighing in relief as he pushed the doorbell-not much further now.

Honestly, he could have just walked in, Ray had told him he could ages ago. But that was during the day when he came over for band practice, math tutoring, or to play catch with Carlos, not nearing the middle of the night.

The door opened, and there were a pair of monster slippers in Reggie's view. "Hey Reggie, what are you doing here?"

He looked up, giving Julie a weak smile, and she gasped. "Sorry, didn't know where else to go," he joked.

She ushered him in, letting him drop his bag near the door, and pressed an ice pack to his eye, urging his leg up on a chair. "What happened?"

Reggie shrugged, wincing when Julie wiped the blood off his knuckles. "Got in a fight. I won, if it matters."

"It does not," Julie replied with a scowl. "You know I hate fighting."

"I know," he whispered. "But I had to keep someone safe."

Julie kept her mouth shut at that-she loved that Reggie always stood up for the downtrodden, even if she wished he would call the authorities instead of entering the fray himself. "You wanna stay here tonight?"

"If I can." It wasn't the first time he had-this wasn't the first time he had come here after a fight, and the Molinas always insisted he stay since he refused to let them take him to get checked out, or drive him home.

"Papi and Carlos aren't here, they're at a baseball tournament in San Francisco."

"Was wondering why it was so quiet," Reggie stated. Usually when he stayed he set up an air mattress on Carlos' floor, but he would feel weird doing it now when the boy wasn't there. "I will take the couch, it's no problem. You have enough of them."

Julie snorted at that-her parents had gone a little excess when buying furniture for the house, her mami always claiming she wanted enough for all the Petal Pushers to have a place to sleep with room left over.

"You can stay with me if you want," she offered. "I'd rather you not be alone."

Reggie grimaced at that-he was prone to nightmares a lot, especially after nights when he got into fights. Having someone there helped keep them at bay and calm him down easier if he woke up as a result. He always felt so bad when he woke up any of the Molinas, but they had all hugged him tight after each instance, assuring him they would rather be there for him than have a full night's sleep.

"You sure?"

"I won't sleep if I'm worrying about you," Julie admitted.

Reggie melted at that-he knew Julie cared about him, it was never in question. Even if he knew it would never be in the way that he cared for her. But he was never allowed in her room-and here she was offering it up. He nodded, handing over the ice pack, and grabbing his bag. Wondering if normal teenagers also had a change of clothes in their bookbag at all times because it wasn't safe for them to go home.

He was slow getting ready, and hobbling up to Julie's room, knocking lightly before he opened the door. "Hey."

Julie smiled at him-but there was a sadness behind it as she took in his beat up state. He wished he could stop that look from ever crossing her face again, but he had never been known for standing down-even when he should. And if she ever found out who the fights were with-god her face would be stuck like that forever.

He expected her to have her yellow couch done up-it always looked like a cozy nap spot. But there was no blankets or pillows there. Nor was there a mattress blown up on the floor. "So where should I bunk?"

Julie patted the bed next to her. "Right here."

"W-with you?" Reggie swore his voice went up at least five octaves.

"I don't bite," she joked. "It'll be fine, c'mon."

Reggie eased himself into the bed, though he felt tense and stiff as he did, conscious of how small the space felt, of how close Julie was-he could smell her perfume, some floral scent that he could never place, he could hear her breathing-softly, like she was already drifting off.

He'd wait until she was asleep, and then he'd sneak over to the couch, that's what he'd do. He could bring his pillow and the throw off the bottom of the bed. Sure he'd have to curl up a little, but there was no way in hell he'd be able to sleep in the bed with Julie.

Only-maybe he was thinking too loud, maybe Julie just knew him, or maybe she was asleep and didn't realize, but she threw an arm around him, essentially trapping him on the bed.

Fuck, what did he do now?

He looked down, seeing her sweet face nestled half on her pillow and half on him, her wild curls flowing all around her head like a halo.

"Sleep Reg," she slurred, and even her sleepy voice was adorable.

Reggie had to smile as she started to give a little snuffly snore-more a whistle than anything, and let himself relax, just a little. She would move eventually, no sense being uncomfortable until then right?

Yet somehow, he felt his eyes grow heavy, the sound of Julie's breathing and the comfort she exuded lulling him into slumber. And eventually he surrendered into sleep.

But a part of he mourned that he could never stay over here again-because he would always want to sleep here, with Julie in his arms, and he never would be allowed this privilege again.

Especially when he woke up, with Julie in his arms and Tia Victoria staring down at them, looking rather unimpressed.

[aylacavebear]

She Thought She was Normal

So, this isn't my first fanfic, but it's one I've been working on for over four months now. It is the first one I'm sharing with more than just my family though, something I've never done before. It does have 28 chapters so far, and it isn't finished yet. I'm always up for suggestions and constructive feedback, either in comments or DMs.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will eventually be 18+!

Story Summary: Maria really thought she was normal, for most of her life. It was normal for people to have natural talent, she would tell herself the older she got. Many things came easy for her, and that was probably how their rivalry began when she was five and he was seven and she met the Winchesters. Little did either of them know that it wouldn't stay like that forever, both having a far larger destiny than they could imagine.

Word Count: 4054

Warnings: Trauma - Family Death, First meetings, childhood rivalry

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Chapter 1 - In The Beginning

She woke up screaming in the passenger seat of her dad's truck, it was dark, and her father was driving them to her Uncle's. The nightmare was still clinging to her vision. 

“You okay, munchkin?” her father asked.

“Yeah, Daddy, just a nightmare,” she answered, trying to catch her breath. 

Her mother had just been killed by a yellow-eyed demon in their home and now, they were just trying to get somewhere safe to deal with the grief. 

Maria was five, her parents were hunters, and her mother was dead due to the demon that had been after Maria. She had deep, dark blue eyes and jet-black hair that went down to the middle of her back, the birth signifiers of the Winter lineage. Her father was a Men of Letters, she was a Legacy, even if she didn't fully understand what that meant yet. She was also something else. She'd heard her father on the phone once, talking to Bobby, and the word Nephilim had been said, although she was too young to know what that meant.

There was silence for a while on the drive, as she didn't want to have nightmares again, “Do you think mamma went to heaven?” she asked her father quietly, curiously. 

He sighed, “I hope so munchkin.”

His words didn't help her feel better, but even with being five, she understood that there was no guarantee where her mother had ended up. She stayed awake for another hour before sleep retook her; this time, there were no nightmares.

Bobby had been up for hours, setting up the guest room the best he could for her after William had called him explaining what happened. He was on his fifth drink when he heard Williams's truck pull up in front, it now being three in the morning. William carried her inside as Bobby held the door open.

“Guest room is all set up,” Bobby sighed as he closed the door.

William nodded as he carried her there, tucking her in under the covers, and then kissed her on the forehead. He then closed the door behind him and joined Bobby in the living room, sitting on the couch. 

Bobby handed him a drink, “You're going after it, aren't you?”

William sighed, “Wouldn't you?”

“You should talk to John, he's after the same demon, might have some information that could help,” Bobby offered.

William sighed before downing his drink, “I haven't talked to him in a couple years now.”

“You're hunting the same thing, Will,” he replied, glancing towards the hallway to where Maria was sleeping, “How's she doing?”

“About how you'd expect,” William replied, “Can you keep up her training and education for while I'm gone? It'll be at least a couple weeks.”

“Yeah,” Bobby sighed.

William only stayed for another ten minutes before he headed out. Bobby felt bad for both of them and he hid his grief for the loss of Alarra, Maria's mother, and William's wife. Hell, Bobby had introduced Will to his sister, Alarra, so many years ago. He didn't go back to sleep that morning after Will had left. Instead, he read over the journal that Will had left for him. It contained Maria's training and education, as well as an outline of what Will and Alarra had wanted to teach her and when. Bobby sighed as he read through it, especially when he noticed the entry from a week before where her powers had begun to manifest. There were only a select few who knew what Maria was, Bobby, John, and Ellen being the main three since Ellen and Alarra had been like sisters. 

Maria woke up a few hours later, still in her clothes from the night before, finding Bobby sitting at his desk reading a book.

“Hi…” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

“Mornin kid, how you doing?” he asked, looking up from his book.

She sat down on the couch, staring at the floor, and shrugged her shoulders, “Mom's gone…. It's weird, knowing that…” she replied, feeling disconnected from everything at the moment. 

“You want some breakfast?” he asked, not wanting to push her if she didn't want to talk about it.

“Did Dad leave my bag?” she asked, ignoring his question. 

Bobby sighed, even at five she seemed stubborn, but also needing routine, “Yeah. It's on the kitchen table.”

“Thank you,” she replied before getting up.

Her parents had gotten her into a routine and she was well-behaved for being five. She grabbed the bag off the table and went back to her room, closing the door behind her. She did her few morning stretches and exercises, as her parents had taught her, and even went over the movements with the silver knife her parents had given her. Maria pulled out a fresh pair of clothes and changed, putting her dirty clothes in a bag before stuffing that bag into her duffle. Then she proceeded to brush her hair, fighting with the memories of her mother teaching her how a year ago. She then slipped on the headband before cleaning her brush and putting it away. After a deep breath, she slipped her shoes back on before heading into the kitchen. Bobby was already there, making her some eggs and toast, with some bacon on the side. She sat down at the table and waited patiently, just watching him cook. She'd met her Uncle before and both her parents had spoken highly of him. She wished that this meeting was under better circumstances. 

“Thank you, Uncle Bobby,” she told him kindly.

“You're welcome, kid,” he replied, then sighed.

He wasn't sure if it was the fact that she was a girl, a Nephilim, or how Will and Alarra had raised her as to how well-behaved she was. He'd figured she'd be emotionally broken after losing her mother the day before, but for now, she seemed numb to everything, at least to him. He finished her breakfast and set it in front of her before heading back to his desk, needing to do some research for a friend who'd called him two days prior. She ate her breakfast in silence. The eggs were plain, as Bobby hadn't seasoned them with anything, and the toast was close to being burnt, but she didn't say a word about it, being grateful for a home-cooked meal and not something from a gas station. She thought about how she could talk to him about it since she had a feeling her father hadn't said anything. When she was done eating she scooted the chair over to the sink and washed her dishes, then cleaned up. Maria went and brushed her teeth before joining Bobby in the living room.

“Thank you for breakfast, Uncle Bobby. What was the lesson on Dad's list for today?” she asked him, not ready to give in to the grief she was still pushing away.

He sighed before he sat back in his chair, “Demonology and then practicing cursive.” 

“Will you be quizzing me after?” she asked.

“Well, I agreed to this, so yeah, I'll quiz you after,” he replied.

“Thank you again, Uncle Bobby,” she replied, getting up to retrieve the book from her bag, along with her cursive journal, which she had just begun a few days prior.

She seated herself at the kitchen table, setting her journal to her right with the Demonology book opened in front of her on the table. She read for two hours before she worked for thirty minutes on her cursive. Afterward, handing the book and journal to Bobby, and then sat down on the couch. He nodded his head while he looked over her cursive and almost couldn't believe she was only five, then had to remind himself that she was also a Nephilim or something close to that. He looked over what she had read and quizzed her on it. Even when he deliberately tried to trip her up, she was respectful when she corrected him and then gave him the right answer, which he couldn't help but smile proudly at her.

She took her books back to her room, putting them away before she practiced the moves her father had taught her, helping to increase her muscle memory. She also added to it a bit with the moves her father had recently shown her. Maria still didn't want to stop though, not wanting that pause to where her memories might begin to replay in her mind. She didn't want to see it, to hear the screams, feel the pain of her loss. She slipped out of her room and grabbed the closest book she could without her Uncle seeing her as he was focused on his own research. She sat on her bed and read, for what felt like hours before there was a knock on her door. She slipped the book under her pillow before he opened the door.

“Lunchtime kid,” Bobby told her as he opened her door, “There's a sandwich on the table. After lunch, we're gonna take a trip for some food for while you're here.”

“Okay Uncle Bobby, and thank you,” she replied, following him out of her room. 

Maria ate the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, not happy that it was strawberry, but ate it anyway. She cleaned her dishes before grabbing her jacket and following her Uncle out to his car. Halfway through the ride, she finally broke the silence. 

“So, do you have a list?” she asked, looking over at him.

“It's in my head,” he told her.

She wasn't quite sure what to say or how to ask about what he was getting without sounding rude or intrusive so she just looked out the windshield. Bobby wasn't entirely sure how to interact with her as he never had kids of his own. He parked near the front of the store and the two of them got out of the car. She walked over to him as he came around the tail end of the car, reaching out to hold his hand. It startled him, but he just smiled down at her. She let go of his hand when they reached the front of the store as he grabbed a cart. As they walked through the store, she watched him put things in the cart, making a mental note of the items. 

“Uncle Bobby, would it be okay to get some grape jam?” she asked, curiously. 

He thought for a moment and glanced at the items he'd already had, “Sure. Is there anything else specific you'd like?” he asked her.

He figured asking might help her be able to be more comfortable while she was staying with him. She smiled up at him and made sure to only ask for things she knew she was allowed to have, knowing her father would ask her about everything when he returned. When they made it to the checkout and loaded everything on the counter he glanced at the candy bars.

“Would you like something sweet? You did really good today,” he told her with a soft smile.

For a moment, his words surprised her, as she didn't realize there was another way to behave when in public, but looked over at the candy, “This one, I guess,” she replied, handing him a Reese's package that contained two of the chocolate and peanut butter cups.

Bobby smiled down at her as he put the candy with the other items but asked the cashier to leave it out, as he wanted her to be able to eat it in the car.

“Bobby? Bobby Singer? Is that you?” a female voice behind them asked, causing them both to turn around and look at her.

“Sheriff Mills. Good to see you, this is my niece, Maria,” he told her as the two shook hands.

Maria looked between the two of them for a moment before feeling comfortable enough to say anything, “Nice to meet you, ma'am.”

Her manners and respect surprised Jody, “Hi there. It's nice to meet you as well. How old are you?” she asked in a soft, kind tone.

“I'm five,” she replied.

“Well, you're a very sweet little girl for only being five,” she replied kindly to Maria.

Maria smiled a little but tuned out the rest of their conversation, not wanting to hear what might get brought up. She instead went over and helped put the groceries in the cart again once they were bagged, again, impressing Jody.

“Everything okay with Will and Alarra?” Jody asked Bobby.

He sighed, glanced at Maria, and then back at Jody, “Alarra was killed last night, in a bad accident. Will had to leave to deal with the legalities of everything,” he explained.

“That poor girl,” Jody whispered, watching her put another bag in the cart, “How long is she staying with you?”

“Should only be a couple weeks but you never know how long these things take,” Bobby answered. He had to keep the demon part out of the conversation. Jody didn’t know about any of that stuff, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Well, I’m here, if you need any advice on anything,” she told him with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Sherrif. I might take you up on that,” he chuckled.

Bobby bid her goodbye, and the two went back to his house, eating the candy bar her Uncle had gotten her on the drive. When they got back, Maria helped bring in the groceries and put away what she could reach. He double-checked the schedule her father had left but she was already grabbing her books from her bag so she could work on the afternoon work.

The next two weeks were like this. She kept to her schedule, sneaking books from her Uncle's collection and making sure they got put back where she'd found them, her Uncle never the wiser. It was a Wednesday of the third week while she was sitting at the table, working on her cursive when she heard her father's truck pull up in the driveway, but she also heard another vehicle. She was supposed to sit there for another ten minutes but her curiosity and happiness got the better of her. She set down her pencil and headed outside, running over to her father who was halfway to the door, wrapping her arms around him.

“Daddy!” she exclaimed.

“Hey munchkin,” he said, smiling as he picked her up, spinning her around, making her laugh. 

He set her down, and she had to catch herself due to being a bit dizzy, but she was still laughing as an adult man, and two boys, one who looked older and one who looked younger than her, walked up. William took her hand and led her inside as she looked over her shoulder at the three of them for a moment, then turned around to watch where she was going. 

“Finish your cursive and we'll do introductions,” William told her before he went into the living room with Bobby, the three others following him. 

She did notice the two boys looking over at her as she sat back down at the table, picking up her pencil to do as her father had said. That ten minutes felt like forever to her. She hadn't felt like she didn't want to do her schooling before, not like she was now. When she did finish, she took a deep breath before grabbing her books and taking them to her Uncle, as he had been the one who'd been doing her schooling. He quizzed her on her reading as the others stayed silent, listening. He even tried tripping her up, to which she respectfully corrected him and gave him the right answers. He looked over her cursive and smiled at how she was progressing. She smiled happily and put her books away before returning to the living room.

“Maria, this is John Winchester and his boys, Dean and Sam,” William told her.

“It's nice to meet you, Sir,” she said to John, utterly respectful, “And you as well, Dean and Sam.”

John, as well as the boys, were impressed with her respect, “It's nice to meet you as well, Maria,” John told her with a proud smile, “Why don't the three of you go be kids outside for a bit, and keep an eye on Sam.”

She knew the adults wanted to talk about something that probably had to do with her mother, so she just nodded and headed outside, Dean and Sam following. Maria took note of how Dean took his younger brother's hand and walked at his pace, so she slowed down to walk at his pace. There was some awkward silence between Dean and Maria for a bit when she finally said something once they were further out in the scrap yard. 

“Are you learning how to hunt too?” she asked, nonchalantly. 

The question surprised Dean a bit, but he decided to act cool, “Yeah, what of it?”

“Just curious,” she replied, tilting her head slightly. 

Dean wasn't sure what to think for this girl. She wasn't like any other girl he'd met before, as she was the first hunter's daughter he'd met. Maria went over to Sam, who was three, and began playing with him, getting him to laugh, a lot, an infectious, playful laughter. All Dean could do was watch her and how she interacted with his younger brother, in a way he couldn't. He may have been seven, but something about this girl intrigued him. It was clear she was being trained to be a hunter; she was respectful, but she hadn't stopped finding ways to bring laughter to people, at least to his brother, even with what had happened to her mother only two and a half weeks prior. 

After a bit, Dean got an idea, “Hey, bet I could throw a rock further than you,” he said, a slightly competitive tone in his words. 

She looked over at him, raising an eyebrow from where she crouched in front of Sam, “Bet you I could not only throw further but also hit my target.”

Dean kept the confident expression, but he began second-guessing himself, seeing her confidence, “You're on.”

Dean picked a car that was around a hundred feet away and put an X on the side of the door. She smirked, “Your challenge, you go first,” she told him, turned to the side, gesturing to the car, still keeping her eye on Sam.

He swallowed, hard as he picked up a rock from the ground, testing its weight as he tossed it in the air a couple of times before he took aim and threw it at the car, hitting the far side of the X he'd drawn, which made him smirk. She just chuckled, then went and picked up the same rock he had used. When she got back to where he was standing, she noticed his puzzled look.

“Well, this way you can't blame it on the rock,” she told him with quite the sass and a smirk to match before she turned and chucked the rock, hitting the X dead center. She knew there were things she could say, but he father had taught her better than to gloat, “Maybe next time we see each other, we can do this again,” she smiled kindly.

Dean was practically speechless. There were too many things about this girl that surprised him, and being seven, all he could do was punch her in the shoulder, which only made her laugh a little before she went back to playing with Sam, leaving Dean to his thoughts. 

About an hour later, John came out and told them to come inside. Maria took Sam's hand and led him back into the house, Dean following behind them. John smiled seeing the sight, silently calling William and Bobby over to see it as well. The three men just smiled, watching the kids as they came back toward the house. Dean went over and held Sam's other hand and made Sam smile and giggle, causing both kids to smile down at him.

“Well, if anything happens to us, hopefully, they'll have each other,” William said.

“Those three are welcome here anytime,” Bobby said, having quite a soft spot for them after the time he'd gotten to spend with his niece.

John and his boys stayed for dinner, which Maria helped Bobby with. 

“At least they get along,” William told John, glancing at Dean who was sitting in a chair watching Bobby and Maria as they cooked.

“That’ll be a bonus,” John replied.

“Bobby suggested we team up since we’re both after the same thing,” William stated, sipping his beer.

“It’s not a bad idea,” he replied, “It would make things easier. Two heads are better than one.”

William chuckled, leaving out the monster joke, “Yeah. Plus it might give the kids some time to be kids,” he sighed.

“Did you have another lead, to head toward after here?” John asked, looking over at him.

“Yeah, two states over. We’ll get that demon, John. One way or another, we’ll track it down, for the kids’ sake at least,” William told him, sounding more confident than he felt.

“Dean,” John said, causing him to look over at him, “Will and I are gonna work together, so they’ll be coming with us. Behave yourself.”

Dean rolled his eyes and John gave him a look, which made him straighten up, “Yes sir,” he replied, quietly but quickly losing the attitude.

He wasn’t pleased about now having to share a motel room with a girl, especially her. Yeah, she was somewhat interesting but at the same time, she was still a girl and girls were annoying. Dean wanted to ask why she couldn’t just stay with Bobby. He wanted to complain but he knew better than to argue with his father once he’d decided something.

Bobby made burgers with Maria standing on a chair, learning, Dean watching her from the living room, which was not being done discreetly. Bobby let her flip the burgers when it was time, as well as put the cheese on them when they were ready. In another pan he had bacon going, explaining the different levels of crispness. She was completely fascinated and paying attention. 

“Dean, how do you like your bacon?” she asked, knowing he was watching her.

Dean got embarrassed, “Cooked?” 

The adults laughed at the interaction but Maria just shook her head a bit as she helped set the table when the food was done. William was proud of his daughter with her constant thirst for knowledge. The schedule he'd made out for her was more for her than for him, as he still wanted her to be a kid sometimes too, not just focus on learning everything she could and grow up too fast. He loved seeing how she interacted with Sam earlier that day.

“So, John and I are gonna team up for a while, since we're after the same thing. This will make things easier,” William explained to Maria.

“Okay Pappa,” she replied, looking up at him.

It didn't bother her. She had enjoyed spending time with Sam, although she found Dean slightly annoying. She wouldn't say that part to her father though, knowing that would be rude. It was clear to Maria that her father and John had spoken to Dean in the living room while she'd been helping her Uncle with dinner since he hadn't been addressed during dinner.

“Will my lessons continue like you had scheduled?” she asked her father after she finished her burger.

“Yes. And I'll check it when I am at the motel, so it will be a little different than it is now,” he told her.

“Okay, Pappa,” she replied.

Part of her was going to miss the quizzes after her reading, but she knew it happened sometimes, depending on whatever case her parents worked. Although now, her mother was gone. Something she still hadn't grieved for. She'd even managed to keep her nightmares at bay, reading one of Bobby's books before bed, which he still didn't know about and she was going to miss that. Once dinner was done, Maria helped with clean up, and John had Dean help as well, to which he didn't argue. 

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Chapter 2

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[seokmattchuus]

Hi I’m the anon that was asking about how many prompts I can request… I decided that I’m going to put them all in here and then you can pick what you want. If you want to make more than one go ahead of you want to use all of them in one be my guest, if you do use any of them, can it be with Matthew please hahahah okay so we are looking at 4, 5, 11, 12, 13, 15, 16, 17, 20, 22, 24, 25, 27, 30… sorry for being annoying, if you want to ignore this you can haha I get it…

A/n: This took so fucking long and I'm so fucking sorry but I really didn't like it at first and it needed to marinate in my mind. Then I got sick and it's just been a mess, but long story short, here it is and it kinda sucks just a teensy tiny bit.

P.S. I don't think I proofread and I'm sorry. I couldn't bring myself to reread this and I don't have writer friends that I can send to look over 💀 We will suffer about it together <3

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"I can’t help but get a little angry when they’re looking at you like that." Matthew leaned over to whisper in your ear as he wrapped a possessive arm around your shoulder, his eyes never leaving the table that sat behind you. "They've been staring all night."

"Cameras, babe." You reminded playfully, trying to get him to remember you were currently at an award show.

"Everyone knows we're together, anyways." He gave you a boyish smile. "It'll be good press for our collab, anyways."

You left him be and focused your eyes back to the stage.

Matthew's protectiveness was something you loved to see. After years of dating people who didn't seem to care, Matthew's attitude made you feel like a prized possession. As cringey as it seemed, it did feel nice to be wanted to that extent.

"Your stylist must hate me." He whispered again. "Remind me just once," He licked his lips. "Who do you belong to?"

You turned to him with wide eyes and smacked his arm.

"We're in ear shot of a lot of people." You whisper-scolded. "They know we're dating but they don't know we're dating seriously."

"Are you saying you don't want to say it out loud?" He raised a brow, the playful tone long gone. "Do I have to make it known that we're dating seriously?" His eyes were serious, but you didn't back down.

There was a time and place for everything, and this was not it.

"I don't know what got into you, but we have to behave here." You tried to ration with him.

"We can always find a way out." He countered.

"You wouldn't."

"Don’t tempt me." He stated simply. "It's not like I asked for much, just something to prove a point." He shrugged. "So, you can prove the point, or I can."

"Did something happen?" Your face and tone were serious now. "You're rarely like this at events like this." You could tell something was getting to him, but you weren't sure and as he kept this act up, you were getting worried.

You pulled your phone out to message your manager, asking for the keys to the car because you were feeling a bit sick. Within minutes, she was at your table, and you explained you'd run to the store and be back soon, plus, it wasn't fair to your members to be left alone. Before she could reply, Matthew told her he'd go with you, and you could see her caving.

In the end, you were given the keys and Matthew all but ran to the car with you barely keeping up.

Once the doors were closed, he couldn't help but pull you on his lap.

“Open your mouth for me, darling.” He whispered as he brought his hands up to your lips.

Your stomach was swirling at the thought of doing this in the back of the car. In the parking lot of the award show at that. Getting caught by anyone was a high risk.

"Don’t pretend to be so innocent, now.” He tsked. "At least the windows are tinted. If we're careful when we get out, no one will know."

You licked your lips before parting them and letting his fingers coat themselves in your saliva.

As he took in the sight of you, legs spread over his dress pants, looking all dolled-up while he had his fingers almost knuckle deep in your mouth, he couldn't help but chuckle.

"You dirty, little slut." He cooed at you. "So oblivious, aren't you." He teased, one of his hands trailing down to pull up the hem of your dress so it was draped over his thighs. "I bet you couldn't hear them saying how much they wish they could be doing this to you."

Your eyes darted towards him, and you pulled back.

"That's what this is about?" You looked at him like he was crazy. "Because you're jealous?"

"And if you heard someone say how much they wish they could ride me all night long? How they give me a better night than you ever could? Right in front of you?" He paused and waited for a response.

You stayed silent, unable to think of how you'd react.

"That's what I thought." He scoffed. "Now be good for me."

He finished his sentence by roughly slamming his lips onto yours, the fingers that were in your mouth now moving under the dress and through your underwear.

"All this for me?" He smirked as his fingers were met with slick. "And to think.." He paused as his fingers slowly slid over your clit. "We wouldn't be doing this right now had you just said you were mine."

He let silence take over the car as his fingers quickly worked their way inside you, your legs unable to close due to being on his lap.

"Matthew-"

You started but got cut off as his thumb started working against your clit, your head falling against his shoulder in a silent scream.

"God, I hated hearing them talk about you like that." His voice was lower, almost a growl, as he roughly sucked hickies onto your neck. "You're fucking mine."

You wanted to respond, but with the way his hands and lips were working against you, you couldn't find it in you to make words.

He looked at the marks he left and his hand came up to grab your chin to make you look at him, the fingers that were inside you starting a rougher pace.

"Who left these marks on you?"

"Y-You, fuck." You felt your legs tighten around his thighs as your voice broke.

"Are you going to cover them up?" He challenged as his thumb worked faster against your clit.

You shook your head as you didn't trust your voice, your eyes closing as you felt yourself getting closer.

"Use your words, angel."

"No, fuck, no, just please." You could feel your face redden as the words just flew out of you. Something about Matthew always made you a mess.

“Say my name. Scream it.”

"Matthew~" You whined loudly, your legs shaking around him as you felt yourself cum undone.

"Louder."

"I-I can't," You gasped as you tried, and failed, to catch your breath.

"You don't have a choice here, angel." He gave you a boyish smile as he kept rubbing your clit, his free hand holding you in place as you started trying to back away. "Don’t forget who you belong to.” He paused to watch your mouth fall in an open scream. "I'll use you until I'm done with you."

He quickly pulled his fingers away from you and moved them to work against the button of his suit pants.

"Matter fact." He licked his lips as he pulled himself out of his boxers. “I’m not going to stop until you’re begging me to." He smirked down at you as he moved both hands to move you over him.

Your mind was still hazy as you let out a chuckle.

"Do you think this is a joke?" He furrowed his brows, but his tone was full of amusement. Watching you lose yourself because of him was an ego boost he'd never get tired of.

"You're cute." You giggled until you felt him slide into you, the pleasure making you shiver.

"And you're cuter." He pulled you in for a kiss as you were fully sat on him, your hips moving before he could tell you to do so. He smiled into the kiss as his hands moved you faster against him.

“That's my good girl.”

[fallingforunrealisticromance]

Send you away - 10th doctor x reader!

A/N: I'd apologise for disappearing off the face of the earth, but it'll probably happen again. I've been in the biggest writing slump, I genuinely can't remember the last time i wrote something new. Even this story is old, but i've made a lot of adjustments so it's half new i guess. If you sent in a request, it will get done and posted!! It just might take me longer than intended.

Word count: 1989

Warnings: None

------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Doctor.” You called after him as he stormed towards the console.

But he continued to ignore you. As he’d been doing for the past five minutes.

“Doctor this is getting really childish now.” You sighed, leaning against the railing.

He begun flicking a bunch of different switches, busying himself with the console as the TARDIS begun to take off. You were growing increasingly more aggravated. You didn’t even know what you’d done to warrant this behaviour from him. One moment the two of you were exploring a new planet he’d taken you too, then the next thing you knew there had been an attack of some sort. And this being the doctor’s life, of course he ran to the rescue. Somewhere along the line the aliens causing the attack had captured you. It took the doctor almost 3 hours to find you. They’re ship was full of intricate tunnels leading to a million different sections. By the time the doctor reached you, you were worn out. They hadn’t hurt you too bad. Only a few punches here and there, but it was apparently enough to form big purple bruises all over you. Other than that you were fine. That’s what you told the doctor at least. Thinking back to it now, that’s when he’d stopped answering you. He’d saved you and then just sort of stopped. He couldn’t be angry at you because of that. Right? It’s not like you asked to be kidnapped. It’s not even like you went out looking for trouble – you’d stayed by his side the whole time.

“Doctor.” You tried once more, your voice coming out a lot harsher now.

Still no response.

“Jesus Christ, 903 years old you’d think you’d have matured by now” You mumbled.

Once again you were met with nothing but the hum of the TARDIS. He was getting on your last nerve at this point. How did he expect you to fix whatever it was he was mad at you about if he wouldn’t tell you what the problem was?

“For god’s sake, TALK TO ME” You yelled, finally snapping. His eyes snapped to meet yours, seemingly taken back by your sudden change in tone. “I don’t see what I’ve done to piss you off so much, but you can’t just stand there and wait for me to figure it out.” You ranted moving towards him.

His face remained as cold as ever, unwavering as he watched you.

“I didn’t ask for them to take me. For them to make me think I was never going to see you again. So if your angry at me because of that, then you have absolutely no right. I did nothing wrong. So don’t stand there and ignore me. Either talk to me or get over yourself.” You prodded his chest with your finger as you finished your sentence.

His hand moved to grab your wrist, causing your anger to fade for a moment. You stared up at him, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind.

“Talk to me.” You said, your voice coming out as more of a whisper.

His eyes flickered with a wave of torment. As if his mind was waging a war over what to say to you. Whatever it was, it broke your heart.

“No.” He replied, letting your hand fall and walking away from you.

You stood in your spot momentarily frozen before your brain processed what he’d said.

“No? What the hell do you mean no? Doctor you can’t expect me to just know why your mad at me-“

“I’m not mad at you” He cut you off, leaning forward on the railing with his back to you.

That confused you. Slowly you stepped closer to him. “

If you’re not mad at me, why won’t you talk to me?” Your voice was coming out a lot softer than before.

The doctor sighed as he dropped his head to rest in his hands. “I’m mad at myself. I should have protected you” He mumbled.

Your heart burned hearing the sorrow laced in his tone. You hated when he got like this. He caved in on himself, allowing the guilt to overwhelm and consume him.. The man in front of you carried the weight of worlds on his shoulder’s day in, day out and chose to blame himself no matter the outcome. Even in situations he had no control over. When in fact he was just one man. An extraordinary one at that. But nonetheless he was one man. And you knew he shouldn’t try to take on as much as he did.

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it was going to happen.” You said reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder.

But he quickly whipped around to face you, anger in his eyes.

“YES I DID” He yelled.

You stumbled back, not prepared for his reaction.

“This is always what happens. Every single time and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. It happened to Rose, Martha, donna. Even to mickey. No matter how hard I try, how much I care – I can never stop losing them.” He seethed, pacing up and down.

You watched him silently, not daring to speak for fear of saying the wrong thing.

“It hurt with them. So much. But you” He stopped, turning to face you. “Losing you would break me more than I care to imagine” He breathed.

You stared at the man you’d fallen in love with, breaking at the seams right in front of you.

“You won’t lose me.” You replied, stepping closer once again.

He rolled his eyes.

“No listen to me. You won’t lose me doctor. I refuse to leave you alone. Because I know how much it hurts, to feel so utterly alone in the world. To feel that there is no one out there to care or love you. No one to make you feel safe.” You moved closer still, taking his hands in yours.

“That was me when you found me. And you showed me a whole new life doctor. And I’m not just talking about the stars and the aliens, none of that. You showed me what it’s like to feel wanted, to feel needed. Whether you intended to or not, you made me feel loved.” You said, tears threatening to spill. You avoided his gaze, choosing to focus on his hands in yours.

“You fixed me. And all the demons we seem to stumble across, they’re worth enduring for a life with you. So I will not leave you.” You concluded, finally looking back at him.

His brow was furrowed, as if he couldn’t understand your feelings. But just as quickly as before, his cold deminer returned.

“You will. If you stay.” His words stung, causing you to recoil.

At the loss of contact, his face fell. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he couldn’t lose you the way he had with the others. He needed you safe, no matter how much it pained him.

“Y-you want me to leave?” You stuttered.

It felt like the wind had just been knocked from your lungs. It had never even crossed your mind that he might not want you there. The doctor rushed towards you, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist.

“No. No I really don’t. You mean more to me then anything in the world”

You wrapped your arms around him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

“Knowing you has been the greatest gift the universe could’ve given me. I was hurting, just as you were. But you healed me.” He explained.

You chuckled against him. “I guess we work pretty well for each other then.”

“I suppose so.” He replied, smiling to himself.

“I just can’t stand the thought of something happening to you.” He said, pulling away from you.

Your face fell at the loss of his body against yours.

“Please don’t send me away. I have nothing to go back to.” You whimpered.

“I don’t want to. But I need you safe.” He whispered, his voice cracking.

Tears were now streaming down both of your faces.

“I’m safe with you” You replied, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

He moved towards you, cupping your face in his hands.

“I can’t promise you that.” He rested his forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to. Just please. Let me stay” You were practically sobbing at this point.

You could feel his hesitance, but you really couldn’t leave. There was nowhere for you to go. The TARDIS was your home now.

“Please doctor. I love you please don’t.” You begged breathlessly.

The doctor tensed at your words. He pulled away, still holding your face, to look at you.

“W-what did you say?” He stammered.

You were too tired to try and lie. You gently placed your hand over his, nuzzling against it.

“I love you.” You whispered.

There was a tense moment as the doctor just looked at you. Just as you went to move away from embarrassment, the doctor crashed his lips against yours. You froze for a moment unable to respond. That was the last thing you’d expected him to do. The doctor mistook your actions as regret, so he begun to pull away, trying to turn away from you. That snapped you from your thoughts.

“No” You cried as you grabbed him, pulling his lips back to yours.

His arm flew to your waist, pulling you flush against him while the other cradled your face in his hands. You had one arm round his neck, your fingers getting lost in his brown mess of hair, while the other clutched at his jacket. The kiss was so full of passion, the two of you seizing every opportunity to explore each other. You didn’t even realise you’d been moving backwards until your back hit the railing. He leaned further into you, as if it was even possible. Eventually you pulled away from one another. You rested your forehead against his, your eyes remaining closed as you breathlessly cherished the feeling. You already missed him on your lips.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that” The doctor whispered, causing a smile to crawl its way onto your face.

You opened your eyes and pulled away to look up at him.

“Oh I think I do. It’s been a rather tiring process”

He raised his eyebrows at you quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Do you know how frustrating it is to be pining after a certain time lord you spend every day with?” You said laughing.

“Well seeing as your not a time lord. No, no I don’t” He replied smiling. “But I do know that I’ve been falling in love with you since I met you. It scared me at first. I’m not used to feeling this way.” He admitted softly.

Your eyes softened at the thought of him not getting the love you knew he deserved.

“But I came to realise it’s not a bad thing. The effect you have on me, it’s indescribable. But I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

You were positively blushing at this point. He brushed his thumb slowly across your crimson cheeks as he stared down at you, holding nothing but pure overpowering love for you in his eyes.

“I am head over heels in love with you. And it means everything to me that you feel the same.”

You smiled brightly at him. “I love you Doctor. So much.”

“I know.” He said before leaning down and capturing your lips in yet another kiss.

This one was a lot shorter and sweeter but full of love, nonetheless. You rested against him, enjoying the warmth his arm provided. Life with the doctor was not without its difficulties, but knowing he loved you the way you loved him made the whole thing a lot more bearable.

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 66: Burn It All Down

''She's a spark in the night, a tempest untamed, Surge the Tenrec, in a glitch reborn as flame. Forged by Starline, no past to reclaim, every hero's downfall, she proclaims her name! (Hey! Hey! Hey!) A memory wiped clean, a cybernetic dream, thunder in her veins, a revenge supreme. No future for the foes in her furious beam, Eggman and Sonic, caught in her scheme. (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)''

– Burn It All Down [What if AI made a Surge the Tenrec song? (Electric Version)] by Retro Bird AI (Theme of Surge)

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''I'm still amazed that Eggman actually confirmed that he's in charge of the Tamago Corporation,'' Warren said, him and Tails observing Lucas after the latter had returned from his investigation to the Taylor Workship. Several holographic screens were surrounding him, with the rest of Team Neos, the Chaotix and even Rouge (thanks to them still being with Lily and Knuckles) being informed about what had happened.

''I suppose that he figured that it would be easier to just confirm everything than keeping it a secret,'' Lucas replied.

''So, what do we do now?'' Minami asked the question that was on everyone's mind. ''Should we go after him?''

Lucas sighed, his answer surprising everyone. ''No, we won't. We'll keep up with the status quo.''

''What?!''

''This would be the prime opportunity to get rid off Eggman,'' Rouge pointed out.

''I know, but none of us has ever gone for the offensive, at least not in this sense. Instead, we always waited for Dr. Eggman to attack, dealt with whatever threat he threw at us, saved the day, and continued with our lives. I don't think it would be necessary to go after him now,'' Lucas explained, his eyes narrowing as he lowered his gaze. ''I know that this is probably not the most logical decision, and I'll probably regret it in the future, but I feel that this is the best move in this case.''

There was a moment of silence, with Lucas feeling a little anxious as he waited for a response. He glanced at the screen where Sonic was, the cobalt hedgehog giving him an assuring smile.

''We did agree with Eggman that we would treat this whole battle as a game, didn't we?'' he said, not noticing the 'Are you serious?' gaze Shadow was giving him, due to the dark hedgehog standing behind Sonic.

''If you want my honest opinion, I think it would be a stupid idea to attack Tamago Corporation,'' Lily said, drawing everyone's attention. ''First of all, it's considered a respectable company by everyone in Starpoint Area and messing with it would just draw the ire of the public. Even if we did reveal that Eggman is behind it, no one would believe us without some proper evidence, and even then, they would continue refusing to acknowledge the truth because Tamago Corporation is an important company.''

''I guess that you got that from your parents,'' Makoto said, with Lily shrugging.

''Well, what can I say? Reputations make or break a company, especially in the gaming industry, and my parents know that's something you should never mess with unless you want to lose both customers and investors rapidly. I don't doubt that the same goes for Tamago Corporation,'' Lily added.

''In other words, we won't do anything until Eggman decides to attack again,'' Minami said, summarizing the whole conversation. ''Yeah, I can live with that.''

''I'm surprised that Eggman is not taking advantage of Tamago Corporation to cause more damage,'' Amy suddenly said. ''That is, if we don't count the incident with the Buddy Bots.''

''That's probably because he wants to keep Tamago Corporation as a front, so drawing attention to it wouldn't be beneficial in the long run,'' Tails said.

''If that's the direction you guys want to take, we're also fine with it,'' Vector said. ''We could gather evidence about the connection between Eggman and the Tamago Corporation; for a little fee, of course.''

''I don't think it'll be necessary,'' Lucas said. ''Speaking of which, have you managed to learn more about the owner of the warehouse?''

''We know that they have expanded their business to Mikado City,'' Espio replied.

''Hey, Shads and I are on the highway to Mikado City! Maybe we would go there and see what's up?'' Sonic suggested.

''That's not necessary. We have already called the police there, and they're currently investigating the address we gave them,'' Espio replied. Sonic just shrugged, figuring it was worth a try.

''You could help us figure out who destroyed the warehouse,'' Charmy suggested, with everyone giving him confused looks. ''There was someone else with us and they almost blew up the whole place, and KA-BOOM! The wall and roof caved in!''

''Maybe it was someone who had a grudge against the owner?'' Silver suggested. The group on Lily's end could only shrug idly.

xXx

''This… was a disaster,'' Dr. Starline said as he rubbed his temple, only for Surge to groan in annoyance.

''Com'n, Doc! We did everything you told us to do! We trashed the Badniks and we didn't get caught by anyone! What more do you want from us?'' Surge responded in protest, with Kit just giving the platypus a blank look. Starline sighed.

''I told you two that this was a stealth mission. You two destroyed a good chunk of the warehouse – that is not how you do a stealth mission,'' Starline replied in a firm tone, only to get startled when Surge grabbed the armrest of the chair he was sitting on, getting in his face as electricity crackled around her.

''We completed the mission! We should be moving on to the next point, which is destroying Sonic! It's that simple!'' Surge shouted at Starline furiously. ''That's what I'm here, even if I don't know why should…'' Surge blinked, slowly stepping back as puzzled look formed on her expression, ''…should I destroy that…'' She lowered her head, rubbing her temple as she tried to recall what her motivation was. ''Why do I even want to destroy him? I don't think we've ever met.''

''Whatever you want to do, I will support you,'' Kit said, taking note of Surge's confusion. The tenrec huffed, shooting a glare at him, leaving the fennec startled.

''I know you want to support me! That's all you do! But, why?! Why do you support me?!'' Surge felt frustrated, feeling as if her mind was hitting a mental barrier that she simply couldn't pass through.

''I-I don't know…'' Kit replied, cowering due to Surge directing her frustration towards him. ''I just do…''

''Well, that answers nothing!'' Surge shouted, slamming her electricity-charged fist onto the table, to the point of causing the table to shake and the drawers to pop out. Kit was taken aback, and when both of them turned to the platypus, they were met with a displeased gaze and an outstretched hand. ''What are you-?!''

''Aaaand, reboot,'' Starline muttered, sounding almost bored, pointing the Hypno Glove towards the two and putting them to sleep. He sighed, his eyes narrowing as he thought, I had created Surge and Kit exactly the same way as my counterpart did, deciding once again against giving them a proper history behind their motivation to keep things simple, since it would be a hassle to make up a backstory for both of them. It was certainly an oversight, and with the way their acting now, I am personally heading towards the same fate of getting betrayed by the two. Starline gazed at his Hypno Glove, only for his eyes to flick towards the now open drawer, taking note of the manga he haphazardly shoved into it. He had told himself that he would be keeping Surge and Kit's true origins a secret as long as possible, making sure that they wouldn't turn against him, but now he had to wonder if it was time to suddenly change his plans. As much as he hated to admit it, improvisation wasn't something he excelled in, preferring to carefully manufacture plans he could follow to the letter and even improving on them. If Surge does attempt to rebel, I had installed a fail-safe patch that should keep her in check, with Kit following her suit. There is no doubt that they would be furious if they found out the truth. But, perhaps that truth is what I need to stop them from rebelling. Of course, I would have to keep certain information a secret. Starline smirked as he heard the two groaning, both feeling a strong headache as they slowly woke up. Showtime!

''What happened…'' Kit groaned, holding his head and turned to Surge, who looked quite out of it. Both were startled when Starline suddenly placed his arms over their shoulders.

''Thank goodness you are all right!'' Starline said in an overly concerned, if not even fatherly, tone, surprising both Surge and Kit. ''I hope you haven't broken anything!''

''Uh… no?'' Surge rose an eyebrow, feeling no pain in her body besides the sense of dizziness and headache.

''You have Kit to thank for that! He caught you just as you glitched out,'' Starline said, with Kit being surprised and a little flustered by the sudden praise.

''Thanks for the help, kiddo,'' Surge said, flashing a grin at Kit and giving him a thumbs up. ''You always have my back, don't cha?''

''Y-Yeah,'' Kit replied, feeling happy that Surge was thankful to him for saving her. Surge then turned to Starline, a questioning look forming on her expression.

''You said that we glitched out…'' she muttered.

''Indeed,'' Starline said, giving her a look of guilt. ''We've gotten into a heated argument over the history of your origins. You insisted that you needed to know who you truly are and where you come from, and I simply wanted to protect you from the harsh reality. Tempers flared, and your upgrades overloaded. I'm so sorry, I should've monitored your condition better.''

Surge rubbed her head, not too sure whether that was true or not, as she could remember absolutely nothing. She did assume that Starline was telling the truth, though, but something about the whole situation felt weird. She turned to Kit for an opinion, but the fennec just gave her a look of concern, clearly upset that Surge got hurt during the argument. However, before she could get another word in, Starline got ahead of her.

''I understand that you might want to know more about your past, but there isn't anything I can tell you besides what I know. As you are already aware, all three of us are Irregulars, meaning that we came into this reality without any memories that explain who we are. It is, in many ways, a new start,'' Starline said, reaching for the manga in the drawer. ''I had done some research on my own past, and I must say, I have been appalled by the person I used to be.'' He gave the manga to Surge and Kit to read, who were shocked when they saw the cover of Surge fighting Sonic, and quickly started to flip through the pages while Starline continued his soliloquy, ''I had believed that I could do better than my counterpart, and when I found you two, I realized that I needed to properly train you to survive in this reality.''

''You kidnapped us, erased our memories and brainwashed us?!'' Surge suddenly shouted, shoving the manga page showing Starline experimenting on them. ''And then you let us die multiple times?! I should kill you for this!''

Starline gulped nervously, well aware that he put himself into a very dangerous situation with just how volatile Surge got. ''I-I understand that this is all very upsetting. In fact, this was the very reason why I haven't told you anything…''

Kit shot him a dark and cold gaze, his eyes glowing malevolently. Starline knew he had to quickly regain control of the situation, but this time, without using his Hypno Glove. If he played his cards correct, Surge and Kit would remain loyal to him.

''You have to understand that first and foremost, you are not the same as you are depicted in this manga,'' Starline responded to a furious Surge and Kit. ''That was a revelation I had struggled as well, so I understand precisely what you're going through.''

''It's easy for you to say!'' Surge snapped back, dropping the manga. ''We don't even have a backstory in this manga besides you creating us!''

''That would be the fault of the writer, not mine…'' Starline said, only for his eyes to widen when sparks of electrictiy to fly around the room as Surge charged up, clearly not satisfied with the answer and more than happy to fry Starline. ''I just followed the story!''

''That… That makes sense…''

Both Surge and Starline were surprised to hear Kit talk, the fennec having picked up the manga and flipping through the pages, reading them. Surge rose an eyebrow, giving Kit a curious look. ''What are you talking about, kiddo?''

''I feel that it makes sense for Starline to recreate our backstory based on our manga counterparts after he found us, since that is all what we have,'' Kit explained, turning to an unnerved Starline. ''That is why you had joined the Eggman Empire initially.''

Starline felt a sense of relief washing over him as he realized that Kit's logical side prevailed, with Surge also calming down a bit as she listened to her partner. ''Indeed, that was the reason. But, seeing how bad the situation had gotten, I believe that all of us should simply cut off whatever previous history we had and continue building our own path. After all, you both know your purpose.''

''The purpose you forced upon us,'' Surge growled.

''But, I still gave you a purpose,'' Starline interrupted, his sense of arrogance breaking through his composed appearance. ''Imagine if you hadn't been found by me. You wouldn't know anything about yourselves and wander aimlessly until you get caught by the Hunters. Your life would've ended before it even began.''

''I-I guess that's true…'' Surge muttered, feeling defeated by Starline's argument. She hated that he was right in that sense, but she had no response for it.

''Furthermore, I am convinced that both of you would deeply desire revenge on Sonic and Tails, if not all of their friends,'' Starline said, grabbing the manga from Kit. ''You saw it with your own eyes that you were created in this story solely for the purpose of being Sonic's next enemy until you get discarded by the writers for someone better. But now, you're here and you can change you fate. You can become something more- All of us can become something more!''

''I do like the sound of that…'' Surge muttered, thinking about it.

''M-Me too,'' Kit added. Starline just nodded in response.

''As expected, you never settle for just being the second best,'' he said, tapping with his fingers on the manga. ''What is written here will never reflect the current situation, no matter how many similarities there are.'' Starline then tossed the manga to Surge, with her and Kit staring at it. ''If you wish to study it in details, you are free to do so, but always keep in mind that the Surge and Kit in the story are different from the Surge and Kit standing before me.''

Starline observed the two, a smug grin on his expression as he knew that he achieved what he wanted. Not only did Surge and Kit learn about their past – well, at least the one written in the manga – without getting too volatile, but he also ensured that they wouldn't betray his trust. Not only that, but this meant that he could explore even more possibilities of what he could do with them. He was quite excited, looking forward to it.

xXx

''Hey, Kit… do you see any cameras or listening devices?''

Kit was surprised by Surge's question, even more when she dragged both of them into a nearby broom closet. ''I don't think there would be any in a broom closet.''

''Good, because I don't want Starline to hear this,'' Surge said, glancing at the manga. ''I believe that there is more than what he had told us.''

''You mean, he's lying to us?'' Kit asked. Surge nodded in response.

''Do you even remember how Starline found us?'' she asked, with Kit giving her a confused look. He tried to recall their meeting with Starline, but his mind was blank. All he remembered was that he and Surge were already here at Egg Base Sigma when they first met him.

''No, I don't…'' he muttered, lowering his gaze.

''Exactly!'' Surge hissed, glad to get her point across. ''We don't remember anything before the meeting, and considering how Starline in this manga seems to be quite trigger-happy with his hypnosis glove, I'm sure he erased our memories of that meeting for whatever reason.''

''If that's so, maybe we could check the database?'' Kit suggested, his eyes narrowing. ''Starline keeps logs of everything and anything that happens here.''

''Now that's a plan!'' Surge said, grinning as she ruffled Kit's tuft of head fur, with Kit smiling back. ''Starline has no idea what we're up to, and once we get our answers, he's going to regret ever meeting us.''

xXx

It was dead in the night when Surge and Kit returned to the computer that Starline used for his video logs. They were scanning through all of the files, which seemed to amount in the hundreds.

''Chaos, this guy really loves to talk about himself, doesn't he?'' Surge said, both her and Kit stunned after watching a video of Starline having a mental breakdown over getting fired by Dr. Eggman and ranting about his own genius. ''He could make his own podcast, but who would listen to him?''

''I don't know, but I guess that there would be people interested in it,'' Kit replied, shrugging. ''There are podcasts about all kinds of topics, so one where people listen to Starline's rambles is possible.''

''I guess there would be people crazy enough to listen to this lunatic,'' Surge said, folding her arms across her chest. ''Try to find the video logs about us. Anything from before we arrived here.''

''I think I found something,'' Kit said, typing on the keyboard. ''Here.''

The two both watched the video of Starline as leaned back in his chair, narrating about a discovery he had made. ''…Egg Base Sigma used to be Prof. Hiroshi Sakamoto's research site. The now deceased Prof. Sakamoto was the lead scientist at the Codex Research Facility, being the head of Project Shadow and Project Shadow: Resurrection, both of which focused on the research and creation of artificial Irregulars; the result being Shadow the Hedgehog and Mephiles the Dark.'' Two images of Shadow and Mephiles popped up on Starline's right and left side respectively. ''Prof. Sakamoto had left a quite detailed document in regards to how to create artifical Irregulars, filled with many reports of his failures and eventual success. If one were to read it, it would seem as if creating an artifical Irregular would be difficult, but one has to take into account that the Professor was trying to create one from scratch.'' Starline then smirked, placing his gloved hand on his chest. ''I, on the other hand, am free to use all of his research to create my own artificial Irregulars, meaning that I won't have to waste time on trial and error.''

''What?'' Surge and Kit were stunned to hear that, both exchanging glances. Both felt a sense of dread as the video log continued.

''I have already picked which artificial Irregulars I want to create,'' Starline said, with two images popping up on his right and left side. ''Surge the Tenrec and Kitsunami 'Kit' the Fennec, both of whom my counterpart had used to achieve his goals of breaking the irritating 'Sonic Cycle', which I had explained in a previous video log.'' Starline's eyes shifted to the side as a nervous look formed on his expression. ''Admittedly, I am well aware that that experiment wasn't exactly a success due to… certain oversights on my counterpart's part.'' He then smirked, his signature arrogance returning once again. ''However, I see this as my second chance to make things right. I will prove to Dr. Eggman that he was wrong to fire me by eliminating his greatest nemesis with my own creation...''

''That is enough.''

Both Surge and Kit were startled by a sharp, resolute tone from behind them and quickly turned around, stunned to see Starline standing behind them, tugging at the edge of his glove. Surge shot him a glare, her hands clenching into fists, electricity crackling around them as they shook in rage.

''You! You created us!'' Surge shouted at Starline, giving him a death glare. What angered her even more was the calm and confident look the platypus gave her. She wished that he was cowering in fear instead of having the appearance of someone who had everything under control. She despised the way he was looking down on her. ''You brought us here just to use us for whatever stupid vendetta you had!''

''I had hoped that you wouldn't go searching through my personal files if I told you about your initial backstory,'' Starline said, pointing his open palm with the Hypno Glove towards them. ''That was another unfortunate oversight on my part.''

Surge, realizing that Starline was about to use his Hypno Glove on them, charged forwards to stop him. She had no idea whether he wanted to erase their memories or something worse, but she wasn't going to let him do anything. Unfortunately for her, Starline used the Speed Core on the Tricore, dodging her punch and then kicked her into her gut with his poisonous heel spurs, causing Surge to fall over, completely paralyzed.

Starline then immediately turned towards Kit, but before he could do anything, the furious fennec grabbed him with his water vines by his leg, lifting him up and slamming him into a wall. This knocked the air out of Starline as he was left dangling upside-down, staring into Kit's glowing eyes. Surge, who had managed to recover from the neurotoxin thanks to her in-built super-healing, grabbed Starline's Hypno Glove, putting it on her own hand and shoving it straight into Starline's face.

''I've had enough of you!'' she screamed, with Starline being frozen in horror. Then, his eyes closed as he fell into a trance, with Kit dropping him on the ground. Surge was breathing heavily, her body still fighting the effects of the neurotoxin.

''Surge, are you okay?'' Kit asked her in a worried tone, with Surge waving him off.

''I'm fine, but I'd feel better if Starline just goes to Hell,'' Surge said, gritting her sharp teeth as she glared at the unconscious platypus.

''I could drown him, if that makes you feel better,'' Kit suggested, his tone chillingly calm. Despite the tempting offer, Surge took a few more moments to calm herself down, trying to process everything they have just learned.

''I like the way you're thinking, kiddo, but that won't be enough. I want Starline to slowly suffer for what he had done to us,'' Surge replied, growling as she stared at the platypus. Kit was silent for a moment, only to look up at Surge with a curious expression.

''Then, what do you want to do? I will follow any order you give me,'' he said. Surge was silent for a moment, her attention drawn to the manga they left on the table. She opened it once again, finding the page of herself screaming about destroying everything and everyone in her path, because if she had no past, then the rest of the world would have no future. Their situation was no different, even if they had some form of context to their existence, that being Starline's pawns in both the story and real life.

''If we were just created to act as punching bags for Sonic and his friends, only to get discarded when we're no longer of any use, why shouldn't we go all out then? If we're here to suffer, then we'll drag the whole world down with us to Hell,'' Surge said in a firm tone, grinning maliciously as she stared at Starline. ''The Doc did have a good point – we don't know what happens to us later on in this story, since it cuts off before the big battle, but we don't need to know that. This is the real world, and we can do whatever we want. We will burn this world, its heroes and villains, until there's nothing left.''

''What should we do about Starline?'' Kit asked, gazing at the platypus. Surge didn't answer, but the grin she gave Kit made it clear that she also had plans for him.

xXx

Starline felt a pounding headache, his vision blurry as he slowly woke up. It was as if someone was driving a drill into his skull, and he rubbed his head, trying to understand what had happened to him. To his surprise, he saw Surge and Kit standing before him, while he was sitting on the swivel chair, the monitor behind him playing the video log of him explaining how Surge and Kit came into existence.

This feels familiar… Don't tell me… Starline froze when he saw Surge giving him a rather amused grin, while Kit just gave him a firm glare. ''Wh-What had happened?''

''We'll cut to the chase, Doc,'' Surge started, with Starline gulping nervously. ''We know everything about our origins, including the bit where we're actually artificial Irregulars that you created.''

''Y-You know…'' Starline reached for his glove, only to feel a chill flowing down his spine when he realized that it was gone. He stared back at Surge, who was holding the glove in her hand, still grinning.

''Those naps you put us through don't feel so nice, do they?'' Surge said, with Starline being unable to respond as he realized that he was in mortal danger without his glove. If Surge and Kit decided to kill him now, there was nothing he could do to fight them off. Even his poisonous heel spurs were useless since the two could easily heal from the neurotoxin.

''Wh-What do you want?'' Starline asked, trying to keep his tone calm. He was stunned when Surge suddenly tossed the glove back to him, and he gave her a confused look.

''What I want is to finally move on to our true mission,'' Surge said, surprising Starline. ''You made us to fight Sonic and Tails, so we'll do that.''

''W-Wait-'' Starline was completely flabbergasted, his grip around the glove tightening. ''You have just learned about your true origins… and your response is to move on with the mission?''

''Well, it's not like we can do anything else, since we have no other reason to exist,'' Surge said. ''I was made a powerhouse to match Sonic in combat and to defeat him, and Kit here is going to do whatever I want. Right, kiddo?''

''Yes, Ma'am,'' Kit replied in an almost robotic tone.

''See?'' Surge gave Starline a pointed look, but the platypus remained doubtful, taking note of the manga that stood open on the very same page that illustrated their current situation.

''This doesn't make any sense. Don't you want to betray me and get revenge on me for what I had done?'' Starline asked directly, only to get startled when Surge suddenly walked over to him, flicking his beak and sending a spark of electricity down his body.

''Of course I'd want to get my revenge on your for dragging us here, but I have my own priorities set,'' Surge said, with Starline rubbing his beak as he gave Surge an alarmed look. ''We won't participate in any of your nonsense of proving your worth to Eggman. Instead, you will help us come up with a solid plan on how to lure Sonic and his friends out so we can destroy them.'' She then tapped with her finger on the manga. ''Since me and Kit having no past is completely unimportant, we'll make sure that no one else has any future, yourself included.''

Starline gulped, but given the close proximity of Surge, as well as Kit observing him carefully, he knew that he couldn't do anything. All of his careful planning was gone in just one night, and he was alive only thanks to sheer luck.

''I-I guess I have no choice but to comply…'' Starline said, only to get noogie from Surge, leaving his hair messed up and his eyes wide in confusion.

''That's the spirit, Doc!'' Surge said happily as she let go off him, with Starline trying to fix his hair. She then placed her hands on her hips. ''So, what's the plan?''

Starline took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nerves. He knew that he was now in survival mode, and to ensure that he remains alive unlike his counterpart, he needed to keep Surge and Kit appeased by giving them what they wanted. Perhaps, he could still salvage the situation, but there was no clear answer to this issue. Starline cleared his throat, then started typing on the keyboard.

''I have a plan, but I suppose we will have to make several changes to it…''

Surge and Kit exchanged glances, both smirking in triumph.

xXx

''So, how much further to this meeting spot?'' Sonic asked. He was running down a street in Westoru, with Lucas, Tails and Warren following closely behind him, the teenagers using their hoverboards to keep up.

''It shouldn't take much longer to reach it,'' Lucas replied, his eyes narrowing as he thought about what had happened that morning. He was woken up by Sonic who showed him a message on his AR Visor, which came from an unknown sender, challenging him to a battle and instructing him to come to a specific location in Westoru. Lucas didn't have much time to think about it when a call from Warren and Tails came, telling the two the same thing. Not only that, but after doing some research, both noted that the messages were sent via the EggNet, leaving them wondering if Dr. Eggman was challenging them. Lucas had to admit that it made sense, especially after his recent discovery in regards to the Tamago Corporation, and the four set off. However, there was something that was bothering him about this whole ordeal.

''I believe that this is it,'' Warren said as they reached a quiet, residential area in Westoru. They were looking around, feeling a bit confused when they didn't see anyone, save for a passing pedestrian.

''There's no one here,'' Tails said, scratching his head and opening the holographic screen. ''This makes no sense. We're at the correct spot.''

''I wonder if-''

Before Sonic could even finish his sentence, a streak of green light suddenly appeared from out of the corner, slamming into him and dragging him into another street, leaving Lucas, Warren and Tails shocked.

''Sonic!'' Lucas went after his partner. Warren and Tails were about to follow them, when suddenly, water vines shot out from a different street, grabbing Tails and dragging him into it. Warren could only watch in surprise as the twin-tailed fox struggled to break free, and he followed his partner into the street.

Unknown to either of them, Starline then walked out of another side-street, arms crossed on his back, a slight look of concern on his expression. This was not how he expected his grand plan to unfold.

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mmg,, i might hiatus again,,,

I'd hate to do it, but there's no joy in crab posts as of right now, and also as of a long while ago.

Managing messages and responding to people in replies and being tagged and all the stuff in inbox is. a lot.

I never intended or expected crab blog to get this big, and it feels like such a chore to do at this point. Not that I dont like it, and not that I dont enjoy the fellow crab lovers, but it's certainly overwhelming.

That plus other socials and such that I manage and real life stuff is just. IDK, it's a lot. Usually, if I get to this point, I just drop off, maybe delete the account if I really can't stand it, but I'm definitely not going to do that here.

At the very least, I'm going to empty out the submissions that have been piling up, but after that, I'm not sure. I may not even get through all of those, I've already been relying on those for a long time at this point, and I think that's pretty obvious.

It feels like a hassle to deal with those anyways since most people don't even identify what type of crab it is that they submit, so I have to take the time to find it, which is usually not at all easy. There are so many posts that I've just had to guess what to tag it as because I just don't know, and there's no solid answer that I can find, at least not usually.

Which is also partially my fault, I've never said anything about it before, and I never specified it at an earlier time to make incoming ones less stressful to deal with, but even so I just. I don't know, I don't.

I don't know exactly when it'll happen, but it's the most likely thing to happen from here. I think I'll modify some stuff about how I handle the daily-crabbys blog to make it easier on me when I come back, but I'm not entirely sure what that'll be. I've never managed a successful daily posting account before, I haven't the slightest clue how to make it all easier on me.

Sorry that this has gotten so long, I didn't mean to rant. There's just so much that I feel like I need to say.

This isn't something coming out of nowhere, and it isn't going to be immediate. I've thought about wanting to do this for a while, and I know I did this already not too long ago, but I didn't really change anything for myself, so I'm just burnt out a lot faster.

Sorry again, both for the length of this and the fact that it's going to happen, but I've just got to make things better for myself before I carry on long term. I really just fucked myself over by not doing this the first time, but if I don't do something about it eventually then I'll just end up hating this blog too much to continue.

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