#chameleon arm

[creaman]

—BECAUSE KUNG FU PANDA 4 KILLED MY GRANDMA, OKAY?

To preface, I watched this movie and I'm genuinely tweaking right now so I had to write down a very brief (lie) criticism on this film — which you should boycott, by the way.

Starting with the things I liked, before briefing my primary points of criticism:

Po's Character Regression

Po and Zhen's Dynamic

The Chameleon

I'd also yap about Lord Shen and the death of the art style and the entire narrative and pacing and use of the staff of wisdom but my therapist says being such a hater is 'unhealthy' or something. My heart is full of hatred.

SPOILERS for the entirety KFP4 for the 2 people who care.

KFP4 undermines and ignores the previous three movies — Unwriting character developments, outright removing the Furious Five, straying from the character design philosophies and is completely inconsistent with the established lore.

Things I Liked About Kung Fu Panda 4

The Chameleon's character design

Visual gag in the Tavern where Po uses a recently thrown axe as a hat rack (made me laugh)

When Mr. Ping did this:

so cute! the little heart!

Po — Character Writing

Po, as established in the previous movies, is confident in his abilities and identity — he’s learnt inner peace, he’s matured as a character. However, in KFP4, his character has completely regressed. He’s immature again (such as KFP1, possibly worse) and says verbatim, “only knows kicking butt and taking names” — UNLEARNING inner peace and insisting that “…being the Dragon Warrior is all I know.”

It’s childish, and sort of Hotel Transylvania-esque.

Which isn’t helped by the comedy, the dialogue — a large chunk of which are jokes in the style of:

Master Shifu says something philosophical

Po quips off of it / doesn’t get it (i.e. Whoa!! beat I don’t know what that means.)

Oh, it’s great, yeah, very tolerable. Po’s shenanigans are normally reeled in by the presence of the Furious Five who are generally more serious in nature, creating a much needed balance in the dynamic — So without them, it’s just Po becoming increasingly obnoxious and insufferable with every consecutive quip throughout the screenplay.

Po and Zhen — Character Dynamics

[No more graphics sorry I'm too angry]

As if it wasn’t obvious that Zhen was going to be the next Dragon Warrior the second she was introduced.

Zhen, as a character, has no depth besides being a quippy thief. She quips, she steals. This character has no motives — it can be assumed that the writers intended on a ‘change of heart’ thing, but she isn’t established as evil, her working for the Chameleon is written as a (albeit poor) twist reveal.

By which point, her taking either side wouldn’t make sense, given that she has shown no loyalty or attachment to either Po nor the Chameleon.

The movie artificially strengthens their bond by having Zhen start opening up about her backstory out of nowhere for no reason but they have done nothing to grow closer to each other.

Small tangent, her backstory is exactly what you’d expect it to be with no subversions or even emotional weight. Woe is me I was so small and hungry I had to steal to survive. Glossed over in about a minute.

The majority of the dialogue between Zhen and Po is spoken exposition — explaining how powerful and badass the Chameleon is, explaining how ‘we have to go here to do that’ and ‘this place was cool until the Chameleon did such and such’, and the rest of their time together is spent engaging in filler chase sequences and fight scenes.

The Chameleon

Where do I even start…

This is where it becomes apparent that the movie relies heavily on telling rather than showing —

She is the weakest villain by far, not only in universe but as a written character; which is particularly disheartening because I genuinely adore her character design and feel as though a shapeshifting character has great potential.

The movie artificially inflates her power by insisting through exposition that this is the most capable antagonist thus far (lie).

The audience is TOLD by Zhen and various restaurant patrons that the Chameleon is a powerful shapeshifting sorceress and that she 'dominates the city' whilst the film does nothing to showcase this.

'Dominating the city' meaning letting her henchpeople run amock and bully the civilians just like Lord Shen's wolves in KFP2... uninspired.

I just realised they didn't even give her a NAME what the FUCK is going on

She describes HERSELF as ruthless, clever and unsentimental when comparing Zhen to herself.

She says HERSELF that she’s “Stronger than every opponent you’ve ever faced.”

Let’s see what vile reprehensible things she’s done, shall we?

Gently push someone down some stairs

Her first appearance is through Zhen’s exposition, as opposed to the dramatic and memorable entrances of the previous villains. Her motives or character aren’t established until the final third of the film. She doesn’t even FIGHT anybody until the final third of the film; and even then, her fight sequences are uninspired and she never really poses a real threat. (She goes down in two hits.)

That being said, WE CAN STILL SAVE HER GUYS WE CAN STILL GET HER OUTTA THERE I'M COMING FOR YOU CHAMELEON I'M GONNA DRAFT YOU A PROPER BACKSTORY AND MOTIVE AND YOU'RE GONNA BE THE MOST THREATENING VILLAIN THUS FAR

There's a scene after the climax of the film where all the kung fu masters and previous villains from the spirit realm bow to Po. I'm not going to provide my thoughts on this because I fear I may burst a blood vessel. Good day!

Closing Statements

To put it simply, Kung Fu Panda 4 was my Megamind 2.

The film rejects its predecessors in every way. It really feels as though they brought in somebody with no prior knowledge of the franchise to direct the movie.

It's a film that relies heavily on telling rather than showing — banking on the previous three movies to carry it through the box office.

It's just really disheartening to see studio execs turn one of the best franchises into a safe sequel cash grab and regress every character's development.

Nevertheless. I do adore the chameleon's character design so I might do my own take on her character.

As far as I'm concerned, there is no fairy godmother, there is no tooth fairy, and there is no kung fu panda 4.

[michdoodles]

ok, so like two weeks ago I got this idea and it felt so big brained at the time: what if in an alternate dimension the Chao are descended not from the ancients (Sonic Frontiers, not Sonic Boom) but from the Black Arms? I personally am using this concept for the Sol Dimension in my peaceful au but you could use this for Moebius too, they would totally fit in there. And yes, that is Black Doom in the upper righthand corner, but here, she's better known as Mother Doom. Well, she was better known as Mother Doom

I am really tempted to turn these guys into stickers like I did with some old work doodles of mine. You can check those out in my ko-fi. I would have to shrink Mother Doom tho, cuz this is a 10"x10" canvas so she's probably 4"x4" all by herself

[montydrawsstuff]

New art challenge, draw espio with freckles in honour of my arm lol

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 74: Forging My Own Path

''I will forge through smoke and steel, breaking free, but can I heal? The answer waits beyond the fire, a pyre built from my desire. What's the price for what I seek? A future grim, a heart too weak? The line I walk is burning clear, yet I press on, despite the fear.''

– Embers of the Abyss by ABOKAI Release (Sonic X Shadow Generations: Dark Beginnings)

xXxXxXx

''Can you hold it up?'' Makoto asked, with Silver having put up a cyan barrier around Eden to keep the Black Arms out.

''I can, but you'll have to hurry!'' Silver replied, gritting his teeth as he focused all of his energy on keeping the barrier up and sealing any cracks that have formed due to the aliens' relentless attacks.

''Give me a moment,'' Makoto replied, his own eyes glowing cyan as he held up all of the sharp gardening tools Eden had to offer, directing them towards the Black Arms and focusing. ''Drop it, now!''

Silver did as told, with Makoto launching all of the tools at high speeds, ranging from sharp prunes to pick-axes to saws to pitchforks, the aliens who got hit either writhing due to the pain or bleeding out on the ground. Silver then quickly found himself at Makoto's side. ''Let's go!''

Makoto nodded, with the two using the psychokinesis to get out of Eden, being the last ones to make it out. They had been busy with the evacuation at Eden, making sure that everyone in the area made it out before they left, but not before they caused some casualties on the Black Arms side. Currently, they were moving through Westoru, searching for anyone they could help, with Silver sporting a grim expression.

''This isn't any different from what happens to Neos City in my future,'' he said. Makoto gave him a look of concern.

''Don't worry, we will defeat the Black Arms,'' he said in an assuring tone, but that didn't seem to lift Silver's spirits.

''Even if we defeat the Black Arms, there is still Mephiles, and we know how that one turns out,'' Silver said, narrowing his eyes. ''I won't let him win!''

Makoto's eyes narrowed, as he could sense Silver's worry and rage, as the grey hedgehog felt quite strongly about the whole situation. He was desperate to protect the future, but he would instead find himself facing dangers at every turn that could lead to that future being completely ruined. Makoto then gazed down at their surroundings, noting how the urban landscape had changed, being covered in a strange mass, with Eden being overrun by the red fruit trees that were the mark of Black Arms territory. He did recognize this kind of environment from his own experience with the video game lore, but seeing it in person was rather horrifying.

They eventually landed at a narrow alleyway when Silver suddenly got a call on his AR Visor, both wondering at first if it was Lucas, only to be surprised by the caller.

''Silver, are you okay? What is going on?!''

''Blaze?!''

Both Silver and Makoto stared at the holographic screen, stunned that they got called by Blaze out of all people, with Sana and Marine standing beside her.

''We have been trying to reach you for the past hour, but our call just couldn't get through. We saw conversations online about Neos City being almost completely blocked off from any communication from the outside, getting practically cut off from the rest of Starpoint Area,'' Blaze explained. ''They claimed that the AR Field had gone out of control, to the point of fully blocking access to the city.''

''Well, they're not wrong. We've been attacked by an alien race called Black Arms and they're currently in control of the AR Fields,'' Silver replied, turning the holographic screen in such manner that it allowed Blaze, Sana and Marine see what was going on with their own eyes. Silver and Makoto could hear them gasp in shock, staring at disbelief at what happened.

''The Black Arms are Irregulars, though, and part of the Sonic video game lore,'' Makoto quickly added. ''We already have an idea why they might be here, but so far, all we can do is fight back.''

''I wish I could help you,'' Blaze said, a sudden burst of flame revealing the red Sol Emerald in her hands. ''I can feel the Sol Emeralds calling me to be used, but unfortunately, we haven't managed to gather all of them so I can fully harness their power.''

''Don't worry, we can manage the situation here,'' Silver assured her, with Blaze giving Silver a determined gaze. Despite her duty towards the Surya Empire, Blaze was hellbent to aid her friends in defeating the Black Arms. Sana and Marine clearly shared these thoughts, but they knew it wasn't possible for them to get to a city that was isolated in such manner.

''Do you have any plans?'' Sana asked.

''Lucas seems to have a plan, or is at least in the process of coming up with one. The most we can do is to fight against the Black Arms,'' Makoto replied.

''Why would those aliens even attack Neos City?'' Marine asked, raising an eyebrow.

''It's a long story, but I'm sure you can check the lore online,'' Makoto replied, sighing. Both suddenly heard someone shouting, him and Silver exchanging glances. They knew that they needed to leave, and it appeared that their callers understood that as well.

''Stay safe,'' Blaze said, with Silver and Makoto nodding and the call ending. The two then exited their hiding spot, only to find several Black Arms emerging from the red and black mass, attacking a an unit of Irregular Hunters as they were attempting to clear the street. They attempted to help them, only to get blocked by another group of aliens emerging right in their path. Makoto and Silver frowned, ready to destroy the aliens, only see them getting blasted by Egg Pawns, much to their shock.

''What are Badniks doing here?'' Makoto asked, his eyes wide. Surprisingly, the Egg Pawns ignored them completely, focusing instead solely on the Black Arms.

''Do you think Eggman sent them to help us fight against the Black Arms?'' Silver asked. Makoto shrugged.

''I don't know, but I doubt that Eggman would want to help us without having some ulterior motive. Nevertheless, they aren't unwelcome,'' he replied.

xXx

''The Badniks are making good progress,'' Neo Metal Sonic commented, him and Ferra observing the streets below from a building. Having realized that they would need more firepower to defeat the Black Arms, Metal Sonic transformed into Neo Metal Sonic, aiding Ferra in leading the Badniks against the aliens. So far, the army of robots were doing well against the aliens, who appeared to be inexperienced with battling the Badniks, attacking spots that would probably incapacitate a living being, but do minimum damage to a robot.

''They are, but we're dealing here with cannon fodder. Our actual target is Black Doom,'' Ferra replied.

''That coward won't show himself,'' Neo Metal Sonic growled.

''Honestly, I believe that he is around, keeping an eye on one particular person. If we want to find Black Doom, we will have to find Shadow,'' Ferra told him, furrowing a brow. ''However, I doubt that that will be easy.''

''Then, what are you planning on doing?'' Neo Metal Sonic asked.

''I believe that we should keep track of Team Neos,'' Ferra responded. ''We'll be able to track down Black Doom's whereabouts and inform Dr. Eggman about whatever plans both sides have.'' She got on her hoverboard, beckoning Neo Metal Sonic to follow her. ''Let's go!''

xXx

''Keep all the entrances blocked!'' Honey exclaimed, checking on her employees as she ran through the building. ''We can't let any of those things get inside!''

Honey was completely caught off guard when the Black Arms invasion had started, but even then, she was level-headed enough to order an immediate lockdown of her company, making sure all of her employees were safe. Even though she knew how to fight, she was a fashionista and the CEO first and foremost, and the safety of everyone at HC was her priority. Fortunately, she made sure that the building had proper security, so they wouldn't have to worry about the aliens breaking inside, but Honey knew that the same couldn't be said for everyone else in Neos City.

She placed her hand on her head, feeling an oncoming headache, but she knew she had to keep a cool head. As she lifted her head, suddenly saw something black and red flying past the window she was standing next to, with Honey running up to it, wondering what it was.

xXx

Shadow boosted through the Corruption-infused surfaces in his Doom Morph form, getting through Sentoraru with no issues, as there was no reason for him to fight through the Black Arms-infested streets. He couldn't see any civilians, wondering if they had been kidnapped by the aliens or if they had managed to get to a safe spot and hide until all of this was over. He knew that he couldn't help them and that his presence would only bring destruction, so he focused on his own mission and nothing else.

Find the Chaos Emeralds. Save Touka. Defeat Black Doom.

Doom Morph Shadow repeated those three sentences constantly in his mind like a mantra. He could sense another Chaos Emerald in Eas, knowing that he would be one step closer to his goal. He eventually landed on the ground, his Doom Morph form dispersing in bursts of darkness as he took a look around his surroundings, only to be surprised by a Black Flash, which suddenly teleported and produced holographic clones to attack Shadow. Shadow easily destroyed the clones with Doom Spears, before using Doom Blast to knock the alien into the air, then teleported and delivered a powerful kick that destroyed it. Shadow only took a moment to orient himself, his ears twitching when he heard someone shouting.

''Shadow! Hey, Shadow!''

Quills bristling and eyes glowing red, Shadow suddenly turned around, ready to fight against whoever decided to interrupt him. His anger was quickly replaced with surprise when he realized that the ones calling him were the Chaotix Detectives. This was the first time he encountered someone familiar during this whole invasion, not counting Eggman considering how he is an enemy. He still remained on guard, aware that, even if the Chaotix were his allies, they might've learned about his true origins and deemed him an enemy. It was incredibly difficult for him to trust anyone, especially in these circumstances, even if it were people he knew. So, he kept his distance. However, it appeared that the Chaotix misunderstood his caution for his usual reserved demeanor, because Vector approached him unabashedly.

''It's good to see you, Shadow! We've been searching for someone from Team Neos to deliver this,'' Vector said, showing Shadow the purple Chaos Emerald. The dark hedgehog's eyes widened in surprise, as he was a bit stunned that he had managed to find the fourth Chaos Emerald so easily, having expected that he'd spend some time searching for it, if not even fighting over it. Instead, Vector just walked over to him, giving him the Chaos Emerald. ''Here. You and Team Neos know what to do with the Chaos Emerald better than us.''

Shadow remained quiet, just staring at the Chaos Emerald as the purple gem reflected the red glow from his eyes. It was only then that the Chaotix realized that something was wrong.

''Uh, hey, where is Touka?'' Charmy asked, looking concerned when he saw Shadow's reaction. The dark hedgehog's eyes widened, his quills bristling once again. Espio was suddenly on his guard, realizing that something was wrong. Vector, on the other hand, took a different approach.

''Shadow, are you okay?'' he asked carefully. Shadow suddenly stepped back, turning to the side as if he was about to leave. ''You know that we can help you.''

''I don't need your help,'' Shadow growled, shooting a glare at them, his eyes once again glowing red as he heard a voice in his head, whispering to him. What do they know? What can they do about your loss? They're only wasting your time. Perhaps, you should destroy them so they wouldn't get in your way again.

Shadow groaned in anguish, feeling as if the darkness was enveloping him. He could hear his call, he could hear him trying to take control over his body, to force Shadow to hurt his allies. He fought against the voice, trying to regain control over his mind. He could see the Chaotix trying to approach him, realizing something was wrong, but he couldn't let them. He couldn't let them anywhere close to him, else they would get into danger. However, Black Doom was quite persistent, with Doom's Eye appearing above them, displaying the holographic projection of the leader of the Black Arms.

''Heheh… You are still trying to resist my influence, but I can feel your strength of will diminishing. This is the proof of your connection to the Black Arms, the bond with your kin. Soon, we will take over this city and crush this pathetic resistance. Don't keep me waiting, Shadow. Bring me the Chaos Emeralds!'' Black Doom said, the holographic projection vanishing as Doom's Eye flew away.

Shadow suddenly felt incredibly cold, as if someone poured a bucket filled with ice over him. He glanced at the Chaotix, Charmy and Vector looking quite disturbed by what they saw and heard, while Espio was holding a kunai in his hand, glaring at the dark hedgehog and ready to fight him if necessary. Shadow knew that they didn't trust him, especially not after seeing his interaction with Black Doom.

''Shadow, who was that?'' Vector asked, trying to keep a cool head. He could feel the tension in the air and he knew that the last thing he needed was to aggravate Shadow even more, especially since the dark hedgehog was looking quite agitated. He was well aware that Shadow could easily take down all three of them and he wanted to believe that Shadow wasn't an ally of the Black Arms. He just couldn't be, but still, his detective instincts told him to remain careful.

However, Shadow refused to respond to Vector's question, instead rushing away with the purple Chaos Emerald, and to the detectives' shock, turned into a black and red squid-like being, using the purple and black mass to travel across the city.

''What was that?!'' Charmy asked suddenly, snapping Vector and Espio out of their stunned state.

''I don't know, but I don't believe we should've given Shadow the Chaos Emerald,'' Espio said, frowning. ''He may have betrayed us.''

''What do you think, Vector?'' Charmy asked, turning to the crocodile.

''I wouldn't be so sure about the betrayal theory,'' Vector replied. ''First, we got no evidence that Shadow is a bad guy, and second, he didn't look too happy to see that alien guy.''

''I believe that was the leader of the Black Arms,'' Espio said.

Before they could continue, they were surprised by a sudden flash of blue, with Sonic stopping right in front of them.

''Hey, guys, have you seen Shadow?'' Sonic asked. ''I've been following him since Sentoraru.''

''Yeah, he was just here, leaving after we gave him the Chaos Emerald we had found,'' Vector explained, pointing into the direction Shadow went.

''Did you know that he is working with the Black Arms?'' Espio asked, giving Sonic a scrutinizing gaze.

''Dude, he's not working with the Black Arms…'' Sonic started, only for Espio to interrupt him.

''But he is a Black Arms alien,'' Espio stated. Sonic realized that they knew about Shadow's connection to the Black Arms, deciding not to fight it.

''Yeah, from what I know, he's a hybrid… But, he's not helping them,'' Sonic said in a firm tone. ''I've been trying to track him down to check on him.''

''Do you have a plan how to stop this invasion?'' Vector asked.

''We do, sort of…'' Sonic rubbed the back of his head. ''All I know is that we need Shadow for this.'' He then lifted his head as he turned towards where Vector had pointed him to. ''Stay safe, guys.''

Sonic then dashed off, determined to catch up to Shadow as soon as possible.

xXx

Doom Morph Shadow had been travelling towards Souto, feeling a sense of numbness spreading through his body. Both Eggman and the Chaotix now knew that he was a Black Arms hybrid, and he was sure this information would spread, with his teammates becoming aware of it, if they weren't already. He couldn't face them, not like this. He knew that he was nothing but a monster, a horrifying alien and this power, the Doom Morph, only affirmed this reality and strengthened his connection to the hive mind.

Even though he still had the willpower to fight off Black Doom, he knew that, as his anger and despair kept growing, so would his influence. Shadow feared that, at some point, he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore and lose his body, mind and soul to Black Doom. If that happened, he didn't want any of his teammates to be near him. He didn't want to hurt anyone.

Shadow was lost in his thoughts, not noticing the sudden flash of blue pinballing upwards and forcing the black and red squid to stop and land on the Corruption-infused street between two buildings. Shadow remained in his Doom Morph form, standing on the mass as he stared in shock as he realized who had stopped him.

''I finally found you, Faker!'' Sonic grinned, standing on the part of the street that was devoid of Corruption, having finally cornered the hybrid. Shadow didn't answer, with Sonic wondering whether his rival wasn't answering because he couldn't talk in this form or because he was being stubborn. ''Shadow, I know it's you. You don't have to pretend to be one of them.''

''Stay away!''

Sonic was startled when Shadow suddenly shouted at him. The hybrid looked as if he was ready to attack him, with Sonic holding his hands up in defense, realizing that Shadow was in extreme distress. He felt sorry for him, his resolve to help him only getting stronger.

''Shadow, please…'' Sonic started, his tone soft and gentle, stepping towards the hybrid. ''I know you're upset and I know you won't hurt me unless I get too obnoxious. I just want to talk to you.''

There was a moment of silence, with the hybrid just staring at him as Sonic gazed back into his red eyes. Then, the hybrid moved forward, leaving the purple and black mass and dropping the Doom Morph. Sonic was relieved to see him, but he could see that Shadow was still anxious, keeping a distance. It was obvious that Shadow was going through a lot, to the point that he isolated himself from everyone, including Sonic.

''I know that you're going through a lot, Shads, but I will be always there to support you,'' Sonic continued when Shadow didn't respond, stepping closer. He was glad to see that Shadow let him into his space, his aggression fading into exhaustion.

''Why would you support an ugly, disgusting creature like me?'' Shadow asked. Sonic's ears were pinned back when he heard Shadow's hollow voice. He sounded so defeated, so repulsed with himself.

''Shadow, I…'' Sonic attempted to comfort him, only to trail off when he saw Shadow shaking, hands pressed against his head, his crimson eyes glowing.

''Black Doom has been trying to get into my head to take control over me, and even though I've been trying to fight against him, I can feel that connection growing. I am no different than the Black Arms,'' Shadow replied, hand placed over a glowing eye. His expression was that of someone who was in complete despair, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, whether to be angry or apathetic. He felt so many things, but at the same time, he felt completely empty, his soul on the brink of being shattered. It was as if all that pressure he had been under suddenly came crashing down. A dark mass suddenly started to swirl around the hedgehog as he slowly gave into his despair. ''I shouldn't have been created… Touka has been taken by Black Doom because of me and I don't even know whether she's still alive or not… I keep pressing on, despite the fear, but I just feel so exhausted… I-I just…''

Shadow's eyes suddenly grew wide when he felt Sonic wrapping his hands around him, pulling him into a tight hug. The dark energy that surrounded him dissipated and the glow in his eyes dimmed as he felt the warmth of Sonic's embrace. He froze, not even knowing what to do for a moment, only to feel something wet trail down his cheek. He trembled, his limbs and chest feeling incredibly heavy as he felt as if he was suffocating. He tried to focus on breathing, but the weight he felt grew heavier and heavier as another tear flew down his cheek. He tried to push all those emotions away, refusing to let them overwhelm him, but he couldn't.

He felt broken.

''Shadow, it's okay…'' Sonic whispered as he felt Shadow hugging him back with, keeping a vice-like grip on his back. ''You're not to blame for what has happened…''

''Black Doom is going to kill everyone because of me!'' Shadow snapped, facing Sonic, his eyes now filled with tears. ''I am his soldier and once I lose control, he will use me to destroy all of you!''

''Shadow, none of that will happen. I won't let it happen!'' Sonic responded in a firm tone, giving Shadow a determined look. ''I know you, and I know that you would never let yourself be controlled by anyone. You're too stubborn for that. And even if that does happen, I will make sure to snap you back to reality. I'm not giving up on you, no matter what, and you shouldn't either! If I have to fight you to save you, you can bet that I will kick your ass until you're back to normal, and then we'll beat up Black Doom together!''

''Sonic…'' Shadow trailed off, only to feel a glove on his cheek, wiping away the tears. Sonic gave him an empathetic smile.

''Do you feel a little better now?'' Sonic asked.

''I…'' Shadow wanted to tell him that he was fine, that he didn't have to worry, but he couldn't. He was done with keeping up a front. ''I… don't.''

''Do you want another hug?'' Sonic asked, a small smile appearing on his lips. Shadow nodded, with Sonic pulling him into another embrace and putting all the unsaid reassurance into it, hoping that Shadow would find solace in it. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he didn't care. He knew that Shadow needed this and they were going to stay like this until Sonic made sure that he felt better. Moments later, Shadow pulled back a little, but he still kept his hands on Sonic's waist, having finally calmed down.

''I shouldn't have broken down so easily…'' Shadow muttered, feeling slightly embarrassed by this whole thing, but Sonic shook his head.

''If you didn't break down now, you would've broken down later, and knowing you, half of the city would probably get blown up,'' Sonic said. Shadow snorted, even smiling a little, with the cobalt hedgehog feeling glad to get such reaction. He then gave Shadow a serious expression. ''Also, don't ever call yourself an 'ugly, disgusting creature'. First, it doesn't suit you, and second, I can confirm that you're way more handsome than you think. Well, not as handsome as me, but I think you already know that.''

Shadow rolled his eyes in response to the comment, while Sonic just laughed softly at his reaction. He could sense Shadow relax a little, having finally managed to drag him out of his dark thoughts and thrown into more familiar territory. However, Shadow did lower his gaze, muttering, ''You saw me in that form…''

''Yeah, so? I mean I still think you look hot, even as a squid.''

''…the Doom Morph- Wait, what did you say?''

Shadow rose an eyebrow, giving Sonic a questioning look, only to be met with a slightly panicked look from Sonic, who once again said something without thinking about it, only registering now the meaning of his words.

''W-Wait, I meant- I still like you the way you are! I don't care whether you're Black Arms or not-'' Sonic quickly added, his fawn muzzle now red as a tomato from embarressement. Truth to be told, he just wanted to assure Shadow, only to end up saying too much. His moment of panic only lasted so long, though, replaced with surprise when he suddenly heard Shadow laughing. The dark hedgehog placed his fist over his mouth, trying to stifle the laughter, but it was obviously not working.

''I should've expected you would say something like that. You really don't think things through,'' Shadow commented.

''Yeah, that's true…'' Sonic grumbled, only to perk up. ''But, hey, I got you to laugh. That has to count for something.''

''Indeed, you did,'' Shadow agreed, placing his hand on Sonic's muzzle and caressing it with his thumb, before pulling him into a comforting kiss. God, he loved his idiot boyfriend.

''I'm really happy to see that you feel better now,'' Sonic said, his tail wagging. He then gave him a determined look. ''So, what's the next move? I know you've been gathering Chaos Emeralds, and I want to help you in any way possible.''

''I wanted to do this on my own. I wanted to save Touka by myself and defeat Black Doom with my own hands,'' he said in a firm tone.

''That's understandable,'' Sonic said. ''He hurt you, so it's no surprise you'd want to defeat him on your own. However, don't forget that you're not alone. Everyone in Team Neos is fighting against the Black Arms, and we all believe that you're also doing your best to fight against Black Doom. We trust you more than you think and we will help you the best we can.''

''Thank you,'' Shadow replied, smiling as he felt the burden on his shoulders crumbling and leaving him with a sense of ease. ''You can help me by finding another Chaos Emerald. The faster we gather them, the sooner we can defeat the Black Arms and Black Doom.''

''I'm already on it,'' Sonic said, smirking as he tapped on his AR Visor, showing the holographic screen of the map with the dots showcasing the location of the remaining Chaos Emeralds. ''Tails and Warren made this for me and Lucas so we could track you down by finding the Chaos Emeralds.''

''I see… I guess I also need to apologize to Tails,'' Shadow muttered. He then took a deep breath, giving Sonic a determined look, clenching his fist. ''I've sensed a Chaos Emerald somewhere near Cosmo River.''

Sonic nodded. ''If you're going there, I should check the other two locations and see what I can find. We'll then meet up again and search for the location of the last Chaos Emerald.''

''Right,'' Shadow nodded, only to get a peck on the cheek from Sonic.

''If you ever feel like Black Doom tries to control you, give me a call and I'll be there in no time to stop him,'' Sonic assured him.

''Since when did you get so protective?'' Shadow asked.

''Of course I'll get protective, since you got threatened,'' Sonic pointed out. He then slowly turned, about to leave. ''I'll see you soon!''

Shadow observed as Sonic left, dashing off into the distance. Shadow placed his hand over his chest, feeling his heart pounding. Despite everything, he felt relief after this conversation with Sonic. He had realized that he put himself under so much pressure, believing that this was something he had to do alone and forgetting in his fear and worry that there were people who genuinely cared about him and who'd help him. He felt incredibly foolish for dismissing them, for giving into his negative emotions. But now, he was filled with new determination to make things right.

xXx

''You called me, Father,'' Eclipse said, feeling anxious as he walked up to Black Doom. He had wondered whether the leader of the Black Arms was aware of what he had done and feared what he would do.

''I did. I have a task for you,'' Black Doom said, surprising Eclipse. The little alien was relieved to hear that he would go on a mission, wondering what it was. ''Shadow had managed to find four Chaos Emerald and has also been using his gifted powers more and more, yet he still eludes me. His rebellious nature, while challenging, is getting tedious. Therefore, you will once again confront him and make sure that he follows the path I had prepared for him.''

''I will make sure to fulfill my mission. Shadow is my brother, and it is only right that he joins his family,'' Eclipse said, grinning. He felt happy that he was given a new mission, believing that this time, he would be able to convince Shadow to join the Black Arms. He would bring Shadow to the Black Comet and get praised by Black Doom for his effort, feeling excited about that scenario.

''Fulfill your mission, or don't come back at all.''

Eclipse froze when Black Doom floated past him, leaving the room.

''You still have to atone for your disobedience.''

Eclipse fell on his knees, the threat filling his mind. He realized that Black Doom knew. His father always knew, having used the hive mind to stay in control of everything. But, what was worse was that his own position was in danger. If he failed to bring Shadow, he wouldn't just get punished, but he would also be thrown out of the Black Comet. He would lose his only family. Eclipse gritted his teeth, getting up. He knew he couldn't let that happen. He couldn't afford to lose everything he knew. He would make his father proud.

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[internetdruid]

One of my favorite guys! The Jackson's chameleon (Trioceros jacksonii)

[gryph-the-condor]

I was looking at chameleons for raining pose references and

I find it kinda goofy that their arms are like "wah"

like Dino Arms

Its really cute actually

[2gecsart]

art fight revenge for candiedreptile in return for this 💚💚💚

[true-blue-sonic]

we already know espio has quite the impressive collection of weaponry (and the mastery and experience necessary to use them) but do you think he’d be good at fighting with full-size swords if he had to? since his arsenal seems to have more ranged stuff than melee under normal circumstances, it might be considered new territory to some degree

I think he would be, yes! The katana is noted to be one of the main weapons used by ninja, and since Espio is so well-versed on many ninja things, I would not be surprised if he's decent enough at handling one. Maybe he just doesn't carry one around in public because it's a weapon you need to have strapped onto your body to quickly make use of it, and walking around with a sword right in the open might cause people to panic or simply draws too much attention? His shuriken and kunai can be hidden more discreetly in that regard, haha. And maybe he really is just more specialised in ranged attacks than melee fighting! While I do not think handling a katana or other sword is entirely new territory to him, it would perhaps cause him more trouble than the ranged attacks he is good at. And considering he usually is doing detective work or on missions, I can imagine the required success of that outweighs his desire to train such a new skill, so he's not going to practice his katana prowess when there is work to do. But that aside, I can see him train with handling a katana on occasion!

[not-neverland06]

Hey I’m just begging for a fic of Logan with a shy reader that she has a crush on him but thinks he’s never going to fix on her since Jean exists (maybe the reader can make her hair color change depending on the emotion or something

a/n: sorry I haven’t been responding to asks. The new job has officially killed my spirit. But I got to work out finally and do some yoga so hopefully I’ll start feeling more motivated 🤞🤞this one will be shorter

Logan Howlett x X-men!reader (Chameleon)

“Chameleon!” You jump, shoulders flying up to your ears. Almost immediately you can feel the tips of your fingers tingling. Sure enough, when you look down they’re already disappearing. Sighing, you turn around and glare at Scott. 

“What have I told you about scaring me?” 

He grimaces, raising his hands in surrender. “Sorry, I forgot.”

You roll your eyes and turn back toward your project. “Every time,” you mutter bitterly. You’re not an idiot. You know he thinks scaring you is funny. The whole school does. They all like to see you yelp and blend in with the nearest surface, the only thing visible is your stupid hair. 

“You’re, um, turning red.” Scott points to your head and you don’t have to look to know your hair is shifting colors.

You reach over and swat harshly at his arm, “Because you pissed me off! I know you scare me on purpose,” you accuse, jabbing your finger into his chest. He laughs and stumbles away from you. 

“Alright, alright, calm down. I was just messing around a little. Look,” he glances down at the lesson plans before you and sighs. “All this will have to wait. Charles needs us all for a mission.”

You huff and shove the papers into your desk drawer. “Alright, lead the way.” You feel Scott’s eyes still lingering on your hair and glare at him. “Move it, Summers,” you demand. 

You were already in a bad mood, you didn’t need him making it worse. It honestly shouldn’t be such a big deal for you. You get scared by everyone all the time. You used to enjoy it, enjoyed the way it felt like you all had your own joke. But, eventually, it started to feel less like an inside joke and more like you’re the unwitting butt of one. 

Some mutants get amazing powers, like Jean or Charles. Logan’s abilities are incredible, even if he doesn’t believe you when you tell him that. But yours, well, you're better suited as the cheap gimmick of a children’s birthday party than an X-Men. You’re just a walking mood ring that blends in with her environment. 

The only thing you’re good for is reconnaissance missions and embarrassing yourself. You don’t know what Charles sees in you. You’ve never understood why he insists you’re such a good asset to the team. Yes, you are good at spying on people, but you don’t need to when Charles has such strong telepathic abilities. You’re essentially useless in a fight due to a lack of regenerative or strength abilities. 

More often than not you feel like a child playing dress up, chasing after the big kids. You know the others don’t mean anything bad by it when they tease you into going invisible or laugh when your hair changes. It’s all in good fun. But it doesn’t make you feel any less like easy entertainment rather than a teammate. 

It doesn’t help that you’ve got little to no control over your abilities when it comes to Logan. You’ve never had such a horrifically bad crush like this. Anytime he opens his mouth around you, you're fighting off the urge to just go invisible and run away. You feel like you go feral around him. You don’t know how he hasn’t caught onto what the colors of your hair mean when you’re near him. 

It’s constantly switching between some odd mix of red and pink when you talk. Which, you know what it means, but you’re praying no one else does. Red can mean angry, depending on whether you’re talking to Scott or not. You know, though, that with Logan it just means you want to jump his bones and you’re hopelessly in love with him. 

Thankfully, like the others, he associates red with anger. Which isn’t great for you because that just means he thinks every time he opens his mouth you’re pissed off. At yourself, maybe, but at him, never. It just means when he wears those stupid tanktops you want to dig your teeth into his biceps and never let go. 

Scott opens the door to the meeting room and you slide in past him. Charles gives you a brief smile as a greeting. You take the chair at the end of the table, which just happens to be next to Logan - completely coincidental. He gives you a tense smile and you return it stiffly. You tug your hood over your hair, praying he doesn’t notice the red in your strands yet. You don’t want him to think you hate him. You completely prefer that over him knowing how feral you are for him, but it’s not conducive to your slow plan to finally get him to acknowledge you as a sexual partner. 

You swear, if your name isn’t Jean Grey, you might as well just be a shapeless blob of nothing. He glances over at her, that smoldering look in his eyes, and you try not to throw up in your mouth. Scott wraps an arm around Jean’s shoulders and they break their lingering stares. 

Logan glances over at you and catches the glare on your face before you can get rid of it. He huffs and turns towards Charles. With a sigh, you sink back into your chair and focus on not just going invisible. 

“Chameleon,” Charles says your name and your eyes widen. You wonder how much you’ve missed while you’ve been glaring at the back of Jean’s head. “Does that sound alright with you?”

You look around the table for help but they’re all staring expectantly at you. “Sure,” you stumble over the word, racking your brain for any answers. It seems not even your subconscious was paying attention to Charles droning on. “Sounds great.” He gives you a satisfied nod. 

“Good. Off to the jet, all of you.” he rolls out of the room and you wait until he’s out of earshot to kick Logan under the table. 

He glances back at you, smirking. “Don’t know what you agreed to?”

You purse your lips and shake your head. “Nope,” he gives you a look like he knew you’d say that. You hate how well he can read you when it feels like you’re constantly hitting walls trying to understand him. 

“You’re scoping a place out for us. Making sure it’s safe so we can retrieve some information.” You give him a thankful look and he chuckles. “You need to start paying attention, kid.”

You groan and get up from your chair, brushing past him. “I told you to quit calling me that.” It makes you feel like that’s all he’ll ever see you as, some kid invited onto the team. You want him to see you as someone he could have sex with, hopefully, love one day. 

He glances past you at Jean. She smiles at him and you fight everything inside you to not roll your eyes and gag at them. She’s holding onto Scott and making fuck me eyes at Logan, which he’s happily returning. This is just too disgusting for you. 

You shove past him and ignore how he calls out your name. Your real name. He’s the only one that uses it. For some reason, most people just refer to you by Chameleon. You don’t understand why. They just don’t seem to think of you outside your abilities as a mutant. 

You make it to the jet before the others, taking the private time to change into your X-Men suit. If there’s one useful thing about your ability, it’s that it affects whatever’s touching you. Which means, you don’t have to strip naked to go completely invisible. And if anyone is around you, all you have to do is hold onto them and they’ll blend in too. 

You’re tugging up the zipper of your top as Logan walks in. He gives you an odd look, sitting on the bench in front of you. “Angry about something?” He asks, gaze darting up to your head. 

You drag your fingers over the ends of your hair and sigh. “No,” you tell him bluntly, taking the seat beside him. 

His brows furrow in confusion. “It’s red, though,” he points out, his tone colored in suspicion. 

You laugh a little, “Red doesn’t always mean angry.” It’s the most you’ve ever confided about your hair colors to him. The largest hint you’ve ever given him that you don’t hate him. You’re worried if he knew how you really felt about him, he’d think you were a little creep. 

He slides his arm behind you on the bench, leaning in until you’re practically sharing the same air. You know your eyes are comically large, you don’t even want to know what color your hair is turning right now. “What else does it mean, kid?” He whispers and you don’t even pay attention to the nickname. All you can see and hear right now is him. How close he is, how close your lips are. 

You could lean forward an inch or two and you’d be kissing. “Um,” you swallow harshly around the lump in your throat. You don’t even know what he asked you, all you can think about now is kissing him. 

“Logan!” Ororo’s voice echoes through the jet and you leap away from him, trying to calm your racing heart. Logan sighs and leans back in his seat, giving Storm a tense smile. She glances at you and laughs, “She’s nearly see-through, what are you doing to her?”

You frown and look down at your hands. Sure enough, you’re going translucent. You let out a silent groan, and tuck your knees into your chest. You take a few deep breaths until you’re one solid form again. It’s so embarrassing when that happens, when you lose control over yourself like that. 

But it’s even worse when Logan does it to you. He gives you hope, stupid, hateful hope, for one minute that he might feel something deeper. Only for it to be another joke. You’re a walking mood ring, nothing more than a quick laugh to all of them. 

Jean walks up the ramp, her gaze going to Logan first before drifting towards you. “Are you alright?” She mutters, trying not to let the others hear. Of course, Logan can, with his stupid enhanced abilities. “You’re turning blue,” she points out and you roll your eyes. 

You can feel Logan’s stare burning holes into the side of your head and it only makes you feel worse. You hate being a joke, but you also hate showing them just how much it affects you. You don’t want to seem like a crybaby that can’t handle a little teasing. But you’d thought coming to Charles’ school meant people would stop poking fun at you. It feels like being dragged right back into high school. 

“I’m fine,” you tell her. She doesn’t look like she believes you but she takes a seat anyway. Of course, placing herself right next to Logan, even though her fiancee is a few feet away from her, looking just as hurt as you. They lean into each other and whisper. They’re not even trying to hide it anymore. You let your glare bore into the floor, ignoring how much seeing them together hurts. 

The mission had gone well, Logan had been hoping to go to the bar and grab a drink with you. But the second his back is towards you, you’re running off the jet. Logan calls out your name, trying to catch up. You glance back at him, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. He smiles at you and your eyes widen. You go invisible and Logan glances around, baffled. 

He calls out your name again but the door ahead of him opens and closes quickly. He can only assume you’ve run away again. You always run away from him. You’re always pissed off at him. He doesn’t know what Jean’s talking about when she says you like him. 

Logan’s never met anyone more repulsed by him. 

“Would you just trust me?” Jean tells him lowly, creeping up behind him. 

His face falls and he turns to her, glaring at her knowing smirk. “She just fuckin’ ran away from me. Pretty sure that’s about as good a hint as I’m gonna get, Jean.”

She glances over her shoulder, waving Scott away and looping her arm through Logan’s. “You’re an idiot, Howlett.” He scoffs and she swats at his shoulder. “Trust me, I can read minds, remember?”

Of course, he knows she’s got some pretty decent telepathic abilities. But he didn’t think she would so brazenly breach your boundaries. There’s an unspoken rule that the mind readers of the school don’t delve into your brain without permission. 

She sees the look on his face and sighs. “I didn’t read her mind. She got drunk a little while ago and told me about her raging crush on you,” she laughs a little at your expense and Logan lets out a short chuckle. You can be a pretty sloppy drunk if they let you go too far. He figures it was one of those girl’s nights he wants nothing to do with. You’d probably let the tight reigns you keep on yourself slip for once. 

“She goes red every time she sees me. I don’t know what else that could mean other than she hates me.�� Logan isn’t surprised that you’re not taken with him like he is with you. He’s used to the rejection, but it hurts just a bit more coming from you. You’re so welcoming to the others. 

You embrace every new member of the school with open arms. Yet, with him, you get angry whenever you see him. You see through his walls, see the rot lurking underneath them. And, rightfully, want nothing to do with him. He understands your reasoning. 

Most days he barely wants anything to do with himself. He’s made a lot of bad choices in his life, half of which he can’t remember. But he’d hoped, for one minute, that you might give him a second chance. As much as Jean insists otherwise, he can see the truth of how you feel about him every time you run away. 

“Red doesn’t always mean anger,” Jean tells him elusively. It’s the same thing you’d said to him on the jet. It makes his brows furrow in confusion and he glares at her. 

“What else could it mean?” He demands sharply, sick of her teasing him with the possibility you might feel the same way. 

She bites her lip, looking suddenly sheepish. “I can’t say-”

“Jean,” Logan snaps. He stops her from walking any further, keeping her planted in one spot with him. “Tell me,” he’s sick of the games you’re both playing with him. He just wants some straight fucking answers. How hard is that?

She sighs and looks away from him. “I promised her I wouldn’t tell.”

“And I’m sure you promised you also wouldn’t tell me how she feels about me,” he points out. There’s a sharp tone to his voice, it’s rude but he can’t bother feeling guilty about it. 

She can’t meet his eye, a smirk fighting at the corner of her lips. He waits impatiently for her answer, irritation broiling quickly in his gut. He’s about to snap at her again when she finally meets his eyes. 

She speaks through a laugh, like what she’s about to say is so ridiculous she can’t hold it in. “She wants,” she cuts herself off with another laugh and Logan groans in frustration. He begins to walk away from her when she yells, “She wants to fuck you!” At his back. 

His eyes widen in surprise before he turns back to her with a displeased look. “Are you fuckin’ with me?” He demands, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously. 

She shakes her head and brushes past him. “You didn’t hear it from me,” she warns, tone grave as she leaves the room. 

Logan is left standing in the same spot, stunned at the revelation. He’s not sure how much of that he believes. But he doesn’t understand why Jean would possibly lie to him about this. She gains nothing by setting him up for failure. As much as he doubts the honesty behind her words, he’s got no other choice but to trust them. 

He heads to the most likely place you’re hiding out. Charles has a private library that’s blocked off from the kids. There are too many first editions in there, he can’t risk any of them accidentally blowing them up. You like to head there when you’re trying to avoid people. 

He tries to stay quiet as he walks in, not wanting you to run off again. It’s hard to confront someone who goes invisible whenever she feels like it. He sees light blue hair draped over the back of an armchair. He feels like a creep as he stalks towards you, sneaking and pouncing on you so you can’t run away. 

He can’t imagine how Jean ever thought him approaching you would be a good idea. He whispers your name, trying not to startle you. It doesn’t take a genius to see how much you hate when the others scare you. They might not mean anything bad by it, but they have to be blind not to see how much it pisses you off. 

You still jump, glancing up at him with a surprised look. He looks to your hair for any tells of how you feel. Some pink weaves its way through the stands but it otherwise stays relatively blue. His brows furrow in confusion, he can’t tell if it’s a good or bad sign that there’s no red. 

“How are ya, kid? Ran off pretty quick earlier.” 

“Don’t call me that,” you mutter, giving him a brief glare before staring absently down at the book in your hands. Logan kneels beside your armchair, covering the pages with his hand. You huff, giving him an expectant look. “Yes, Logan?” You demand, tone short.

Logan tilts his head, examining you and your body language. You seem relatively closed off, irritated at him or something else. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s never been good with words or trying to express how he feels. He’s more comfortable showing how much he cares for those around him. 

Throwing caution to the wind, he lets his hand drift to your wrist and tugs you forward. Your eyes widen as he drags you toward him. The kiss is short, he doesn’t want to push you too much. But it takes everything in him to stop himself from deepening it. All he wants is to pull you into his arms and devour you. 

He holds back, parting from you with a low exhale. Your eyes flutter open and he grins when he sees the bright red your hair has turned. “What,” you sputter and stumble over your words. You shove him back and leap to your feet. “What the hell was that?” You demand, voice higher than he’s ever heard of it. “What was that?” You ask him shrilly, again. 

You almost seem to be stuck in a loop, blinking rapidly and asking the same thing. Logan chuckles and gets to his feet, he gives you a knowing look and you narrow your eyes at him in disbelief. 

“Jean told me.”

Your brows furrow and you shake your head. Realization dawns on your face and you gasp, looking up at him with something like horror on your expression. “No,” you tell him lowly. “She didn’t,” it almost sounds like you’re begging him to tell you otherwise. 

He laughs again and your face falls. You start going clear, he can see the bookshelf through your stomach and he sighs. He grabs your hand, holding onto you before you can run again. You don’t even seem to be aware that you’re slowly disappearing from view. 

“She’s, uh,” he struggles to figure out what to say to make you feel better. “She’s been coaching me,” he admits shamefully. “Trying to help me talk to you.”

You glance up at him but he can barely see your expression. The only thing reassuring him you’re here is his grip on you and your voice. “What? But I thought that-” You cut yourself off quickly and Logan glares down at where he thinks your face is. 

“Thought what?”

You take a long pause and exhale deeply. “I thought,” you mutter, “you liked her.”

“She’s with Scott,” he points out bluntly. He can practically hear you roll your eyes, even if he can’t see it. 

“Yeah, I know. But you guys are always whispering to each other and making googly eyes.”

“Googly eyes?” He interrupts, disgust clear in his tone. 

“I was wrong,” you continue, ignoring him. “I see that now, but I thought you didn’t care about me.”

Logan huffs, he hates that you thought that. He should have just been open with you from the start. He’s faced rejection his whole life, he shouldn’t have been so petrified of it just because it could come from you. If he’d just manned up and told you earlier, it would have saved you both a lot of time and hurt. 

“Kid,” he hopes he’s making eye contact with you and not just staring at some random book. It’s really hard to tell when you go invisible like this. “You’re the only person I care about in here.”

You’re quiet for a long while and he worries you’ve somehow slipped away without him realizing. But, ever so slowly, you start coming back into view. Logan awkwardly averts his eyes from your breasts, he’d been hoping he was making eye contact with you, clearly, he was wrong. 

“You mean that?” You ask, and he hates the trepidation in your voice. He’s never been good with words, he doesn’t know how to tell you how much you mean to him. But he can show you. 

His hand drifts up your arm, wrapping around the back of your neck and tugging you towards him. You trip over your feet, hands landing on his chest to stabilize yourself. He leans down, hovering over your lips for a moment. He waits until your eyes drift shut and your lips purse impatiently before he finally kisses you again. 

He doesn’t hold himself back this time. He pours every racing thought he’s ever had about you, every one of his wanted-to-tell-you-how-he-feels-and-hasn’t moments into the kiss. Your hands slowly curl up into his shirt, wrinkling it and tugging him further into you. 

To his surprise, you deepen the kiss, mouth moving over his like you want to devour him whole. He’s sure if he opened his eyes your hair would be a bright roaring red. He smirks against your lips, happy that, for once, he actually listened to Jean. If it gets him results like this, he might have to do it more often. 

end. — I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

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[sapphanimates]

Sasha was a hybrid created by Eggman using the DNA of Sonic and Black Doom. So you could say she has 3 dads. Albeit she has only met one of them, so....

Sonic is somewhat awkward with her, and she's got similar feelings towards him. He didn't know he even had a kid before this point, so that's understandable. Her alien tendencies are a bit out of his control, and he's struggling with personal things on top of that. Tails is usually there to provide support. Sasha sees Tails as her big brother.

Shadow is essentially her other father figure, acting as a mentor and sharing custody. He's here to make sure her Black Arms side doesn't get out of control. Sasha is really close to him, and feels more natural and understood around him.

And Sonic and Shadow, they've got some... unresolved past business. It makes taking care of Sasha even more of an emotional rollercoaster for the both of them.

And here's some other rapid fire relationship notes for good measure:

-Rouge is like a cool aunt, and Omega is her best friend when she's at their apartment

-Amy is nice to her, asking her questions, and babysitting from time to time. She's the one who actually named her.

-The Chaotix are fun, they've taken in a few members over the years, so it's a bigger operation. Espio also is in charge of their finances now. Out of all their members, Sasha seemingly likes hanging around Barry the most, if only to mess with him.

-Charmy left and started a band with Cream. They aren't the best, but Sasha doesn't know what music is, so it's all good.

-And Sage is also kind of like an aunt. She doesn't know her super well, but she helped her meet Sonic, so she seems pretty cool.

-Sapph

who are the kids’ parents + give some details about their family (Are they adopted? Do they have siblings? Do they know their parents? What are some things they like to do with their family?)

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[yuukimiyas]

chloee i hope ur seminar goes well !! stealing u from reo to give u a kiss real quick!! im so excited today bc a girl ive wanted to be better friends w invited me to the beach with her (ㅅ´ ˘ `)

darling mai!! ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ my seminar went v well!! (my supervisor & i were 2 hrs early on accident ૮₍ ˶• ˔ ต ₎ა lmadjfoiof) but we both learned a lot & we have some really cool new ideas for the dept!! ☆૮꒰ˊᗜˋ* ꒱ა omg i'm giving you twice the kisses when reo's not lookin & doin the same when dazais turned around heehehe ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა omg that sounds like so so so much fun!! i hope you guys have a great time!! make sure to wear sunblock & drink lots of water!! i love you sm sweets <33

[pathologicalreid]

for the fear of falling apart | part three

when it seems like a return to normalcy is impossible, you decide that something has to give, but will it bend or will it break?

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | epilogue

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who? spencer reid x jareau!reader category: angst content warnings: fear of drowning, therapy, mommy and daddy issues, sigmund freud, nightmares and ptsd, sleep deprivation, takes place during 15x4 "saturday" (max does not exist in this au), stalkers, yelling, police, domestic disturbance, broken dishes, severe self image issues, crying, implies that jj is sometimes not the greatest friend, marriage and marriage counseling, mentions the death of grace lynch, the chameleon arc, reader and spencer are both broken people sry. things get resolved (or do they?) word count: 5.13k a/n: i'm trying to come to terms with the fact that people will not like how this part goes, but i do think it's important to remember that this is not where it ends. it's probably easy to guess what episode I'm rewriting next. lol. let me know your thoughts and feelings because i am dying to know.

“Are you glad to be back at work?” Your therapist asked you, writing down your personal information on the form on her clipboard before she met your stare.

Chewing impatiently on the inside of your lip, you glanced over to the clock that was hung above the door, dooming you to another forty-five minutes with Dr. Harmon. “Yes, I love desk duty,” you told her, flashing a fake smile in her direction.

The older woman looked at you doubtfully, and you silently begged for her to sign your return to duty forms. “I thought we spoke about using sarcasm as a coping mechanism,” she responded in a way that made you feel chastised.

You raised your eyebrows at her, gray hair neatly combed into a tight bun, you had spent more time with your therapist for the past two months than you had any of your family – the rest of your time was spent retraining your body, usually within the limitations of your doctor’s orders. “And I thought we talked about there being worse coping mechanisms that I could be using,” you countered, leaning back in her chair.

She shrugged helplessly, “Well, I’m not sure about signing your release forms. You could be a liability in the field.”

Eyes widening, you tilted your head to the side, “No, no, no, I’ve grown a new appreciation for the desk workers in the BAU. I even stopped laughing when people refer to Agent Anderson as Grunt Anderson,” you informed her, nodding as if that would help convince her of your honesty.

Checking off a box on your form, she set the clipboard on her side table, just out of your view. Taking a deep breath, Dr. Harmon leaned forward and folded her hands over her knee, “Have you spoken to your sister since the last time I saw you?”

You leaned your head back, staring at the tiles of the ceiling as any hope of returning to the field left your body.

One of your very first dates with Spencer had been at the Academy’s shooting range, you had a lucky spot there, it was where you had aced your qualification as a cadet, and it was pure luck that it had been available when you arrived.

As your paper target was brought forward, you slipped off your headphones and set your weapon down, studying the results as you chewed on your bottom lip nervously.

“Hey,” Spencer said from behind you, casually leaning against the wall behind you.

You jumped slightly as the sound of his voice took you away from your anxiety, “Hey,” you echoed, holstering your weapon as you sent your target back for someone to change it out.

“I thought you were going to come to the BAU after therapy,” he explained, arms crossed in front of his chest in his charcoal suit, camouflaging himself with the steely gray of the shooting range.

Pursing your lips, you made sure you had your phone in your pocket before grabbing your bag, “I wanted to get some practice in before my requalification test.”

He looked surprised for a moment, “Did your therapist sign your return to duty?”

“No,” you muttered, knowing that you wouldn’t be eligible to take your firearms requalification until after you had been cleared by a psychiatrist.

Any surprise quickly left his face, “What did she say, then?”

You rolled your eyes, “She told me that it’s possible that my strained relationship with my parents is negatively affecting my performance in my sessions. Then she threw a Freud biography at my head.”

“Did you talk to her about the nightmares?” He asked, following you as you checked out of the shooting range, waving to a gaggle of cadets as they noticed the BAU agents in their general vicinity.

Faltering as you opened the door, you flung the glass door open and trudged out of it, “I have it under control,” you lied through your teeth, continuing your way to the elevator.

The tapping of Spencer’s shoes signified that he was following you, holding his hand over the sensor while you stepped in and using his knuckle to press the parking garage button, “You were up all night last night,” he retorted, “She could help you develop a coping mechanism that works for you so that you can get some rest, angel.”

You were getting tired of those words, “Well, maybe we’ll reach a breakthrough next week. You never know.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

“Being so unamenable,” he accused.

Shaking your head as you stepped out of the elevator, you hoisted your bag back over your shoulder, “Is unamenable genius-speak for pain in the ass?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is,” he retorted, swiping the keys out of your hands before unlocking the car and getting in the driver’s seat. You had been cleared to drive weeks ago, but Spencer still insisted on driving you.

You groaned, “My recent brush with death has made it difficult for me to let bygones be bygones.”

Pulling out of the parking spot, he carefully placed both of his hands on the steering wheel, “And here I thought we were actually going to move on with our lives.”

“No one holds a grudge like a youngest child,” you informed him, leaning your head against the window and wishing you had driven separately.

Being at home wasn’t much better than being at Quantico. You quickly changed and settled yourself on the couch while Spencer sat across from you, legs crossed in the wingback chair as he finished filling in a crossword book that you had started that morning.

You watched the clock tick, the diffused orange light of the sunset beamed through the curtains, and you felt yourself settle. Stiff joints and aching muscles unwound on the supple leather of the couch, and as you let your eyes fall shut, you felt the breeze of someone walking by before Spencer stopped in front of you.

Gently, he draped a knit blanket over you, tucking you in before crouching and dropping a gentle kiss to your temple.

Y/N is down, she’s been hit. We need an ambulance now.

I know, I’m sorry, I know it hurts.

It’s okay. I’ve got you.

“Honey, wake up.”

You startled awake on the couch, wadding up the blanket in your fists as your eyes adjusted to the dim environment of the apartment. The sun had set, dipping below the skyline as you stared ahead.

Concerned brown eyes bore into you as you caught your breath, Spencer reached over and flicked on the table lamp next to you, “You’re alright,” he cooed, gently enough to make you want to cry. “It was just a bad dream,” he told you, cupping your cheek and studying your expression.

Nodding absently, you pulled yourself into a sitting position, the familiar knit blanket falling in a puddle around your waist. “I was in the parking garage again,” you preemptively answered his next question. You were usually in the parking garage, sometimes you were on the beach, and once you had been fully underwater.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Spencer asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

You shook your head and ignored the defeated look on Spencer’s face, instead burying your face in your hands and taking a few deep breaths.

He waited for a moment before speaking again, reaching out and adjusting the bunched-up fabric of your t-shirt, “Are you hungry? I made soup.”

“Yeah,” you breathed, crossing your arms in front of your stomach, afraid it would start growling at the mention of food.

As you watched Spencer get up and walk over to the kitchen, you let yourself feel like everything was alright for the slightest moment. You wanted your apartment to be your safe space where there were no serial killers or sisters or hospitals, but there was a classified file on the kitchen table, photos of you and your sister littered the walls, and there was an entire drawer in the home office dedicated to your hospital stay.

Melding into the couch cushions, you ignored the stiffness in your side, the scars that marred your skin were healed over, but the memory would stick with you for a lifetime. It felt like a phantom pain, irritating your skin whenever you thought too much about it, or whenever your therapist asked you about Grace Lynch.

It didn’t bring you a lot of comfort to know that she was dead, murdered by her own father after conning her ex-girlfriend into giving her money. Everett Lynch was the threat now, and you were stuck on the bench.

Pulling your knees to your chest, you rested your cheek on your knee as Spencer ladled soup into a bowl and presented it to you, complete with a few ice cubes to cool it down. He waltzed back into the kitchen to clean up when his phone rang.

You ignored his conversation while you stirred the ice cubes around in your bowl, the soft clinking of them mesmerizing your tired brain. You ate while he spoke on the phone, mentioning something about a case. Pushing any thoughts of serial killers away, you just ate your soup.

Sipping at the broth, you grew curious about what was going on over the phone, but you tried to mind your business, scooping at the last noodles in the bowl before setting it down on the coffee table.

“Who was that?” You asked, eyes following Spencer as he walked back over to the living room, slipping his phone in his pocket as he sat next to you on the couch.

He paused for a moment, and you immediately regretted asking, “Uh, it was JJ.”

You supposed it had to mean something that he elected to tell you the truth instead of lying to you, but you were no longer feeling optimistic, “Ah.”

“Don’t start,” he said immediately.

You turned to him, raising your eyebrows curiously and pushing yourself into the corner of the couch – away from him, “Start what, Spencer?”

Spencer put his hands up, “Picking a fight with me over JJ’s feelings. JJ, Tara, Luke, and Penelope are working on a stalker case, it’s nothing that we need to worry about.”

“I’m not going to pick a fight with you, I already told you that I forgive you,” you told him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

He groaned in frustration, “You can say it all you want, but you haven’t. You haven’t forgiven me.”

As he usually was, Spencer was right, you hadn’t forgiven him for lying to you about what had happened between him and JJ. You wanted to. You wanted to find it in yourself to be the bigger person and just tell him it was fine. All you wanted was to move on, but you were crashing into roadblock after roadblock. “Are you going to work that case?”

“No, it’s a classic stalking case, they’ll make it without me,” he said, turning on the couch to face you.

You swallowed thickly, “You can go if you’d rather be there,” you reassured him, wondering if he’d be happier at work than at home with you. Someone needed to make a decision, someone needed to decide whether or not the two of you were going to keep going or if you were going to call it off. You didn’t want it to be you, you were afraid of which option you might choose.

Spencer frowned, “Why are you trying to get rid of me?”

“I’m not,” you answered.

“Yes, yes you are,” he challenged, leaning forward to get a better look at you.

Shaking your head, you threw your hands up in surrender, “You don’t have to go. You can stay here. You live here. Who the fuck am I to tell you to leave?”

“And now you’re escalating the situation,” he observed, straightening up and watching you carefully.

You didn’t consider yourself an angry person. The two of you didn’t fight often, but as you considered your options, you wondered if it could help. Maybe you could replicate the feeling of a good cry. Maybe all you need is a good fight. Just talk it out – loudly. “I’m not escalating anything. I’m not starting anything. In case you haven’t noticed, this has been going on for months.”

He had noticed, he could probably give you an exact date and time to point out when everything fell apart. Was it inside the pawn shop? Was it in the courtyard outside of Rossi’s wedding? “I thought we had made some real progress at the hospital,” he challenged.

Getting up from the couch, you took a deep breath and tossed the blanket over the back, “You cannot seriously think that. You’re too smart to believe that, Spencer. The idea that we fixed everything while I was hopped up on Xanax and painkillers. It’s… it’s…” you stumbled over your words for a moment. It’s crazy. You wanted to tell him, but you couldn’t do that to him. Spencer had spent his whole life having that word thrown at his mother, and he spent adulthood fearing he’d have a schizophrenic break. “It’s outlandish,” you finally finished.

Spencer looked up at you from the couch, “Is it outlandish to think that the history we have together would help mend our relationship?”

You rolled your eyes, “I don’t know, Spencer, let’s take a look at your history with my sister,” you snapped.

“Oh, come on,” he protested.

“No,” you commanded, “Sit down and shut up. I’ve spent months waiting for you to get it, but apparently, I need to spell it out for you.”

To your surprise, he listened, watching you in silence as you took a deep breath, picked up your soup bowl, and brought it into the kitchen. Your heartbeat pounded like thunder in your ears.

Standing in front of him, you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “I want you to empathize with me.” You calculated every word you said, “We’ve known each other for nine years. We’ve been together for seven, and I- I had the rug pulled out from under me. God, you went on a date with my sister. You took her to a football game as a hater of organized sports. My beautiful, prom queen, soccer star, gem of the family older sister.”

“It wasn’t a date, Penelope went with us,” Spencer added patiently.

You peered down at him, “When you asked her to go with you, did you do it with the intention that you would be taking her on a date?”

His shoulders slackened, “Yeah,” he answered softly.

“And you know that she loves you. If you went to her right now and told her you wanted to be with her, that there’s a chance she’d consider it. She’d at least have to think about it,” you told him, confidence dissipating as your hands started to tremble and you silently begged yourself not to cry.

Spencer watched you suspiciously, “What gave you the impression that I want to be with her instead of you?”

You faltered, just for a moment, “Why wouldn’t you want to be with her?” You asked exasperatedly, letting your arms fall limply at your sides.

Pinching his eyebrows together, your boyfriend looked at you like you had grown a third eye, “She’s married? Her kids are my godchildren?”

Shaking your head in disbelief, you cursed yourself as tears stung your eyes, “Are those seriously the only reasons you can think of?” With all the brain power you knew he had, you couldn’t help but be disappointed.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Spencer groaned, “Putting aside the fact that I’d be destroying a marriage, not because it doesn’t matter, but because being with your sister isn’t even something I’d consider. This might not have occurred to you, but I have absolutely no interest in being with someone other than you!”

You huffed, “Please, she’s beautiful and athletic and older and you’ve known her for fifteen years!” You shouted over your shoulder, making your way back to the kitchen. There wasn’t anything you needed from in there, you just needed to keep moving.

“But she’s not you!” He yelled from the couch, finally getting up and following you to the kitchen.

Spinning around on your heel, you threw your arms in the air, “God, I know!” You swung your arms down, accidentally sending the bowl you had set on the counter down to the floor, breaking on impact. “Shit,” you muttered, immediately dropping to a crouch and starting to pick up the ceramic shards.

“Hey, wait, let me get it,” Spencer insisted, grabbing a kitchen towel from the drawer before laying it on the floor. He carefully picked up the larger shards, waving your hands away.

You clenched your hands and glared at him with bleary eyes, “Why? Why am I not allowed to clean up the mess that I made?”

Spencer sighed, “You’re crying. I don’t want you to get hurt because you can’t see well,” he told you, prompting you to sit back on the tile and watch him continue to pick up.

You crisscrossed your legs and watched him, “I’m sorry for yelling,” you whispered, so quietly that you weren’t even sure he had heard you.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Spencer gathered up the kitchen towel and set it on the counter, setting his hands on the counter and taking a deep breath, “I’m sorry for raising my voice,” he echoed your sentiments. He moved to the hall closet to get out the broom, interrupted by a knock on the door.

Confused, you poked your head over the counter and watched as Spencer opened the front door.

“Good evening, officer,” he greeted, casting a sidelong glance over at you.

Fuck.

You scrambled to your feet, careful not to step on any pieces of the bowl that remained on the floor and wiping beneath your eyes as you made your way to the door, peeking around the corner to find two DC Metro officers. “Agent Jareau?” One of the officers said curiously.

“Hi,” you waved timidly, looking between the two of them with your tail between your legs.

He looked surprised at the revelation of who lived here, recognizing you from a case you had consulted on months ago. “We were called here on a report of a domestic disturbance, your neighbor in said she heard ‘a lot of yelling before there was a crash and then everything went quiet’.”

The summation of events did nothing to slow your racing heart, “We had uh… we were having a disagreement, and I knocked over a bowl. It was an accident,” you reassured the officer, reaching out and taking Spencer’s hand as a sign of good faith.

“Are you sure?” He asked, looking at you expectantly.

You nodded in confirmation, “I’m really sorry about any inconvenience, but I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

The DC Metro officers studied Spencer suspiciously, and you protectively moved in front of him. They were trained to see the worst-case scenario, but there was nothing happening here, “Well then, just uh… try to keep it down, I suppose.”

The two of you waved as they walked away, once the door was closed, you turned to face Spencer, “Are you alright?”

He looked a little pale, “I’m alright,” he nodded, gathering himself before going back to the hall closet. “That was weird,” he added.

Spencer’s interaction with police officers was limited to work with the bureau and his time in prison. He never had to explain an underage drunk person in the car or run when a party got too rowdy, but he wasn’t concerned with the confrontation, he was concerned that, for a moment, before you got there, those officers saw Spencer as a violent person. You stayed put, watching him sweep up the last of the bowl and take care of the sharp pieces with a keen eye.

“I’d never hurt you,” Spencer said softly, unnecessarily explaining to you.

You nodded, “I know. You’re not like that, baby. You’re not a violent person.” In fact, you had only seen Spencer aggressively violent one time in your life, and that was when his mother’s life was on the line. Stepping over to him, you lifted yourself so that you were sitting on the kitchen counter, meeting his eyes.

“She is not you,” he murmured, reaching out and taking both of your hands in his.

Chewing on the inside of your lip, your shoulders slumped ever so slightly, “I am well aware,” you offered.

He took a deep breath, “JJ would never ask me to recite Henry James to her or offer to go to the planetarium with me even after we spent all day on a case or sit through one of my lectures just to hear me talk about something I’m passionate about,” he began. "I can’t remember the last time I had a conversation about something I’m passionate about with your sister. Not one where she didn’t interrupt me or pawn me off on somebody else,” he told you, disconnecting one of your hands to wipe new tears from your cheeks.

“I- I’m not…” you breathed, overwhelmed as he sang your praises.

“I know you compare yourself to her,” he cut you off, “it’s normal for you to compare yourself to your older sister. I just didn’t know how lowly you thought of yourself until all of this was dug up.”

Frowning, you cocked your head to the side, “I do not compare myself to her,” you remarked.

He hummed in response, “It wasn’t up for debate. I’m not interested in your sister. I’m not interested in pursuing a relationship with anyone except for you. I am sorry that I never told you about the football game, but by the time you joined the team, six years had passed, and I didn’t think it was pertinent to tell you that your sister had rejected me. That is entirely on me, and I can’t change it. I can, however, spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”

Your breathing hitched, and the ghost of a potential proposal once again floated through the air, it made your heart ache. “One of these days you’re going to have to actually ask me to marry you,” you whispered, not sure how much longer you’d be able to sit and wait while he neglected to act upon his words.

“What do you want right now?” Spencer asked, studying your facial expression.

You have spent three months being mad at him, and you had to believe it all came down to tonight. Neither of you could keep going with things the way they were. “I’m not sure,” you answered.

Patiently, Spencer inquired, “Do you want to break up?”

If you told him you hadn’t thought about it, you’d be lying. It broke your heart to think about ending things with him, to think that six years together didn’t mean something to the both of you. Spencer had never given any inclination that he was interested in anyone else, so maybe he should’ve told you about the football game, but you shouldn't have let your insecurities block any attempt at reconciliation. “No,” you responded truthfully.

He had tried, too. The one-sided conversations he had with floral bouquets, taking time off of work to help you while you recovered, and he had even limited his contact with your sister. “Do you want to go to couple’s therapy?”

You had heard through the grapevine that your sister was trying marriage counseling with Will, something about working on their communication skills. With that in mind, you nodded, “We can try it out.”

“Do you know what you want?” He asked, settling a hand on your thigh.

Through the sheer curtains, you looked outside, “I want to go,” you informed him, hopping off of the kitchen counter and to your shared bedroom, pulling on a pair of socks.

Confused, Spencer followed you around the apartment, “Wait. Where are we going?”

“I’m going,” you said simply.

He looked surprised at this, “It’s the middle of the night in the twenty-second largest city in the country, you’re not going out alone.”

You paused for a moment at his concern, watching the defeated look on his face morph into one of relief when you responded, “Then put your shoes on,” you encouraged.

As you waited by the door, mindful to not walk through the apartment with your shoes on, he stopped in your bedroom for a moment before coming back out and slipping his sneakers on. “Where are we going?”

Grabbing your keys off of the hook, you opened the door and held it for Spencer as he followed your lead. “You know at the start of Moby Dick when Ishmael says when he finds himself growing grim about the mouth and wanting to knock people’s hats off, he takes to the sea?”

He nods, taking the keys from your hand and locking the door behind him, glancing briefly at your neighbor’s door before handing your keys back to you, “I’m familiar,” he confirmed.

“Well, I’m feeling rather grim about the mouth,” you told him assuredly, slipping your keys into your pockets and slowly making your way down the hold staircase of your apartment building, listening for Spencer’s footsteps right behind you.

Even with your back turned, you knew his expression would be one of confusion, “So, you want to take to the sea?”

You quickly shook your head, the very last place you wanted to be was near a body of water in the middle of the night, “Not particularly, but maybe the park and some fresh air would do me some good.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do,” he confirmed, stepping around you to hold the front door open so that you could walk outside, the cool night air stinging your face as you did.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at the night sky, the stars hidden through the city’s light pollution.

Upon reaching the park, which was just a small green space down the street from your apartment, Spencer led you to a cement bench, the two of you sitting down and sitting in silence. You welcomed the cold air filling your lungs, watching the fountain from a distance and admiring the way the headlights of a few passing cars reflected off of the water.

He kept a hand on your back, gently moving his hand up and down your spine as the two of you reveled in the startling nighttime peace. “I haven’t been fair to you,” you murmured nervously, looking over at him.

“None of this has been fair to anyone,” he reminded you.

You sighed, “JJ confessed her feelings, not the other way around, and I- I shouldn’t have held that against you for so long.” The admission came to you easily, holding your breath as you waited for him to agree.

Spencer’s silence worried you, but then he finally responded, “I probably would have done the same thing, but I don’t think it’s right for me to speculate how I would or wouldn’t have acted in your shoes.”

“I just… she’s always been perfect. The perfect daughter, the perfect wife, the perfect agent, and I’m… I’m just me,” you said helplessly, staring ahead at the fountain.

He took a deep breath, “You’re perfect to me.”

“Stop,” you chastised halfheartedly.

Chuckling, he placed his hand over yours, “I mean it. Sometimes perfection is about the final concoction and not about getting all of the steps right. You don’t need the perfect journey, and, to me, nothing proves that more than you.”

You hummed, “You’re sweet.”

 “For what it’s worth, I think, given the opportunity, you could be a perfect wife,” he said, nudging your leg with his knee, getting your head to snap to the side.

Jumping up from the bench, you smacked your hand over your mouth at the small black box that he had set on the stone surface. “What are you… what?” You asked breathlessly, looking behind you in the way people usually did when they were surprised, waiting to see if you were being pranked.

“It doesn’t have to be an engagement ring,” he reached down and snapped the box open, showing you the glimmering ring inside. “It can just be a promise because I am promising you right now, this is it for me. You are the only person I can see myself with, and I’m ready to spend the rest of my life proving it to you.”

Gaping at him, you looked between him and the ring before closing your mouth, “That sounds an awful lot like an engagement ring,” you told him, out of breath.

He nodded, “That’s because I want it to be.”

“Okay,” you answered.

“What?”

You giggled, he evidently hadn’t expected that answer, “Yes, Spencer.”

He stood up, tackling you in an embrace, “Thank goodness.” He said, relaxing into you as you returned his hug.

Over the past few months, you had been almost afraid of him asking you, worried that it would feel like an excuse. A band-aid over a bullet hole. But as you held each other tightly, all you felt was an overwhelming sense of right. This was where you were always meant to be. “Will you put it on me?”

He nodded slowly, sniffling as he pulled away from you, the warmth of his body leaving you as he nimbly took your left hand, slipping the ring on your fourth finger. The metal felt foreign on your skin, but you welcomed it nonetheless. “That has been sitting in my sock drawer for a year,” he admitted, placing both of his hands on your waist and meeting your eyes.

You beamed up at him, at both the revelation that he bought you a ring well before any of the trials and tribulations of the last few months and that he hid the ring in the one place you never touched – the seemingly bottomless abyss of unmated socks that Spencer called his sock drawer. “Thank you,” you breathed.

Spencer leaned his head down, hovering his lips just above your own, “For what, love?”

Blinking small tears out of your eyes, you answered, “For not giving up on us.”

He smiled, “Never,” he whispered before dropping his lips to yours, the intimacy of something as small as a kiss enough to bring butterflies to your stomach. “Do you want to go home? Or are you still feeling grim about the mouth?”

“Let’s go home, Spence,” you told him, pressing one last kiss to his lips before the two of you began the trek home, hand in hand.

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Hey there! Can I request a short blurb where reader and alexia are visiting England and reader introduces jacket potato to Alexia. (Cheese and beans) At first she’s like wtf is this food and why is it named after a clothing item, but she ends up loving it.

Love love love your work!!!

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The café is aggressively beige. Beige walls, beige tablecloths, beige chairs with beige cushions. Even the napkins are beige, stacked neatly in a stainless steel dispenser that somehow still looks out of place. A fly buzzes lazily by the window, doing figure eights over the plastic plant that’s been positioned to disguise a crack in the sill. It smells faintly of over-boiled vegetables and nostalgia.

You slide into a booth opposite Alexia, who’s watching the laminated menu in your hand like it’s going to bite her. She hasn’t touched her own.

“What’s a… jacket potato?” she asks, her eyebrows drawing together. Her accent makes it sound like jucket potehto, and you can’t help but grin.

“It’s a baked potato,” you explain, setting the menu down. “With stuff on top”

“Stuff?”

“Cheese. Beans. Sometimes tuna, if you’re feeling brave.”

She blinks at you, utterly horrified. “Why is it called a jacket potato?”

“Because it’s baked with the skin on. Like it’s wearing a jacket”

“That’s strange”

“No, what’s strange is how you think patatas bravas are a meal,” you shoot back, flagging down the waitress before she can argue.

Alexia narrows her eyes at you but doesn’t protest further, leaning back in the booth with an air of someone deeply unimpressed by her surroundings. She looks wildly out of place in her tailored coat and pristine trainers, her hair styled in effortless waves that probably took forty-five minutes. You, by comparison, are in a hoodie and jeans, blending in with the locals like a chameleon.

The waitress arrives with a tired smile and takes your order: two jacket potatoes, one with cheese and beans, the other with cheese and tuna. Alexia doesn’t bother hiding her distaste at the mention of tuna, but she stays silent, scrolling idly through her phone while you chat with the waitress.

When the food arrives, her reaction is immediate.

“This is it?” she asks, staring down at the plate in front of her.

“Yes”

“It’s… a potato”

“Correct”

“With beans”

“And cheese. Don’t forget the cheese”

She prods at it with her fork like it might spring to life. “Why does it look like that?”

“Like what?”

“Sad”

You snort, picking up your own fork. “Just try it”

She hesitates, her fork hovering over the mound of shredded cheddar melting into the beans. The potato itself has been split open, its fluffy insides spilling out like a crime scene. She looks at you, her expression a mix of suspicion and resignation, before finally taking a bite.

The silence is deafening.

“Well?” you ask, trying to sound casual, even as you watch her every move.

She chews slowly, her face unreadable. Then, without a word, she takes another bite. And another.

“You like it,” you say, grinning.

“I didn’t say that”

“You don’t have to. You’re eating it like it’s you haven’t eaten in a week”

She glares at you but doesn’t stop, finishing her plate in record time. When she finally sets her fork down, she looks at you, her expression unreadable.

“It’s not bad,” she admits reluctantly.

You laugh, leaning back in your seat. “Welcome to England”

She shakes her head, wiping her mouth with the beige napkin. “I still think the name is stupid”

“And yet you ate the whole thing”

She doesn’t reply, instead picking up her phone again, no doubt to Google how to burn off the calories from her very first jacket potato.

Later, as you’re leaving the café, she stops by the counter to pay and glances back at you, her tone deceptively casual.

“Do you think we could make this at home?”

You smirk, wrapping your arm around her waist as you step out into the drizzly English afternoon. “I’ll teach you”

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Imagine the girlies who has a coat who makes us wear her coat during sex 👀

Like imagine shalom, rahu, kafka ,yelan and others omg

OMG THATS IS REALLY HOT.. 👀 I ADDED CHAMELEON CAUSE I THOUGHT SHE FIT THIS! (AND MY BBY @aixeko WANTED HER) SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN THE INBOX FOR MONTHS NOW.. WHOOPS..

smut under cut

shalom has your wrists tied tightly with her leather belt. your sat in her lap with your arms are around her neck. her leather jacket draped on your shoulders, covering your back. you can feel the leather rub against you every time you bounced up and down on her fat dick. your tits bounce up and down with each movement as her cock reaches the deepest parts of you. constantly hitting against that sweet spot.

her hands are gently placed on your hips, helping you ride your nth orgasm out. your eyes squeeze shut, giving her a pornographic moan as your bury your head in her shoulder. the soft praises of her voice makes your spine shiver. your moans are heavenly, in contrast with her rough jacket.

"there we go, thats a good girl."

rahu who pounds right into your tight little cunt at a unforgiving pace. her cock slams into you, hammering her way through your tight walls. shes got your plush thighs pushed up against your stomach, in a mating position. her fac jacket doing nothing to cover your cleavage. she groans and grunts loud into your ears. you dont know whether that turns you on more than getting fucked with her coat.

she tells you how good shes going to fuck you, how bad she wants to cum inside. eliciting loud moans from your throat, mixing with the loud squelching noises of her massive cock ramming into you with no remorse. your face contours into pure pleasure. your head thrown back as your walls spasm around her as she hits your cervix effortlessly. rahu can see that bulge in your stomach every time she fucks her fat cock inside. her pupils dilate. her grip on your thighs tighten, fucking with more fervour.

"so pretty for me.. so good.."

kafka who has you on your hands and knees, fucking you from behind. seeing your pretty back covered with her most prized coat. fuck it turns her on so much. her cock goes nice and slow, taking her sweet time. its absolutely agonising. shes goes slow and deep. you whine and whine, begging her to go faster. she rubs you ass telling you to be patient. you let out small shaky mewls. your eyes flutter shut in desperation.

she loves the way you clamp around her so fucking desperately. you swallow her cock in so perfectly. your knees and arms tremble, you feel spineless. you can feel her lazy smirk gazing down at you. she loves seeing you break under her. oh my god.. shes such a tease. shes just so.. so painfully slow. her cock forms a creamy ring around the base. you were so wet and you hadn't even cum once. you beg and beg for kafka to go faster. she chuckles lightly. her hand gives your ass a small pat. her hands sliding on your back under her coat to grab your hips. her pace finally starts to pick up. the filthy sound of skin slapping together starts to pick up.

"such a desperate girl aren't you? hold on tight now."

yelan who ties you arms behind you back with her hydro strings. her fluffy coat tickles your back with every movement. your back arches at each small feathery touch. yelan has her cock in your mouth. you suck her off lazily and desperately. her massive cock makes you gag, but you take it just for her. she lets out groans as her hands find their way in your hair. her velvety voice telling you how good your doing for her. you bob your head up and down, sucking her more. your mouth was so sore. your eyes look up at her tearily from pleasure. her cock sliding in and out your warm mouth.

she was so heavy against your tongue. you can feel your throat spasms at her shear size. she tasted so fucking good. her hips would occasionally roll forwards, helping you take her cock. you felt your heat arise from your cunt. strings of your wetness coating the wooden floor, forming a small puddle in between your thighs. you finally get her off. she shoves your head to her hips with a moan. you whimper around her cock, taking her whole as her warm, salty cum floods your throat. you pull away, trying to keep all her her cum in your mouth. dripping from the corner of your lips and down your chin.

"so obedient. swallow, its my turn now"

chameleon who has her coat draped onto your shoulders. your hands in her hair as she eats you out. her tongue pumping in and out of your wet cunt. the slurping noises she makes are loud. her nose would nudge your clit, making your back arch. her pace was fast, sucking and licking at your pussy. smushing her spit and your wetness together. you tasted so fucking good to her. her hands were holding your thighs wide open for her to ravish. greedily lapping you up for herself. her eyes would look up at you seductively as she eats you out. you start hearing her teasing voice in your head. asking you if you liked this . how good you tasted. you moan out at her words.

your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your grind your hips into her face, more needy now. she knew what she was doing to you. she hums into your pussy, the vibrations making your hips spasm, whimpers eliciting from your throat. god she was so good. her wet muscles explores your insides, rubbing against your warm walls. your thighs close up against her head, that turned her on so much. she continues lapping up your folds, mumbling into your pussy.

"tastes..so good."

[tenebraevesper]

Sonic Cyber Revolution, Entry 71: A Cruel Angel's Thesis

''The cruel angel's thesis. The sorrow then begins. You held tight to the form of life when you woke up from that dream! You shine brighter than anyone else, young boy, become the legend!''

– A Cruel Angel's Thesis by Neon Genesis Evangelion

xXxXxXx

Warren and Tails have managed to reach CyExLabs more or less safely, even though they had to fight through several Black Arms aliens. Unfortunately for them, the front entrance was locked with a security guard and the receptionist staring at them through the glass door, looking quite unwilling to let them in.

''Hey, we need to get inside! It's an emergency!'' Warren shouted at them, his voice seemingly snapping the two out of their stupor. Frankly, neither of them could blame the two for not wanting to unlock the entrance since they feared that the aliens might try to break in. However, given how they were just a teenager and a fox ARNav looking for a safe place in a city invaded by monster-like aliens, they relented. Warren immediately turned to the receptionist once they were inside. ''I'm Warren Taylor and I need to talk to Shinji Meijin. We had an appointment before this whole mess started. Is he here?''

''Uh, y-yes… Follow me!'' The receptionist was startled, but agreed to lead the two to where the scientist in question was, even though she had no clue what the reason for this was. They were quickly led to the back of the building, where the laboratories were. ''I don't know whether Dr. Meijin will have time for you two, given the current situation, but I will ask.''

Tails gave Warren a questioning look, but the teenager remained surprisingly optimistic. She walked into a room, leaving the two waiting in the hallway, observing the people and ARNavs rushing through the building, with everyone being on high alert. Thankfully, the receptionist returned with a man in his late 20s, with dirty blond messy hair, wearing a casual green shirt and jeans, a lab coat and glasses, his blue eyes widening in surprise to when he saw the visitors.

''Warren! I haven't seen you in ages!'' He looked quite pleased to see the teenager, then turned to the fox. ''Who is your friend?''

''This is Miles Prower, my partner,'' Warren introduced them as Tails shook the scientist's hand.

''Please, call me Tails, Dr. Meijin,'' Tails said.

''In return, I want you to just call me Meijin. I'm not a man of formalities,'' Meijin replied, then placed his hands in the pockets of his lab coat. ''I'm sorry that you two had to come here during such a time. I'm currently busy with monitoring the AR Fields after they started going crazy when all of those things started to appear.''

''That's what we've been hoping you'd be doing, Meijin,'' Warren said, with the scientist quirking a brow. ''Tails and I did our own scan of the AR Fields in our neighborhood, as well as checking the data CyExLabs provided to the public. We have an idea what this anomaly might be, but we need more information in regards to how and why it appeared.''

Meijin stared at him for a moment in surprise, clearly taken aback by how insistent Warren was, then laughed heartily. ''I glad to see you being so eager to help us. I haven't seen you like this… well, I don't think I have seen you acting like this even when I was mentored by your grandfather and saw you work with with him.'' He then motioned to them to follow him into the room he just exited. ''I suppose Warren had already told you about me, right Tails?''

''Yeah. I know that you were Max Taylor's student and that you know Warren. After you finished your studies, you went overseas, where you became known for your research on the topic of 'singularity' in the technological and cybernetic field before recently returning to Starpoint Area,'' Tails replied.

''Precisely,'' Meijin replied. ''I haven't told you why I had returned, right?''

''No, you didn't,'' Warren replied.

''To keep it short, I have been invited by this notorious military branch – I believe they were called ARMS – to contribute to their research in regards to the Irregulars, but considering what happened to them, I guess I was lucky I got delayed with my departure,'' Meijin explained, with Warren and Tails giving him startled looks. They didn't expect to hear anything about ARMS from Meijin. ''Going by the look you two are giving me, I guess you had your own experiences with them.''

''It's a long story…'' Tails said, giving Meijin a nervous smile. ''Do you still plan on studying Irregulars while you're here?''

''I do, but that's for later. I'll be working at CyExLabs and the Irregular Hunters,'' Meijin explained.

''I see. We won't me taking too much of your time, though. We'll be leaving the moment we get the relevant information,'' Warren told him in a serious tone. Meijin gave him a look of surprise.

''Our friends are currently fighting a battle out there, and while our main mission is to gather information, we need to go help them once we have what we need,'' Tails replied. Meijin stared at them for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

''I guess I shouldn't be asking what you two are getting yourselves into, but it would be nice for you to explain to me how much you know about this invasion,'' Meijin said.

''The invaders are an alien race called Black Arms, but we believe they're actually Irregulars created from data based on characters from the Sonic the Hedgehog video games… well, technically, Shadow the Hedgehog, but that's neither here nor there,'' Warren quickly added, continuing, ''Our theory is that the AR Fields going wild is something they may have caused, but we have no evidence for it.''

''Sonic the Hedgehog… Hey, isn't that the video game you have been obsessing over when you were younger? I remember your grandfather telling me that you've been playing those games for hours,'' Meijin said, turning his attention to Tails. ''I also recall there being a yellow fox like you.''

''Heh, yeah, that would be me,'' Tails replied, giving him a sheepish smile. Meijin gave the two a satisfied smirk.

''Okay, then. If you two are correct, then we have half of our riddle solved. Come with me,'' Meijin led the two to another room, which was smaller, but also had a bunch of computers. He then reached for a drawer, taking out a glowing yellow brilliant-cut gem out of it. Warren and Tails' jaws dropped.

''That's a Chaos Emerald!'' Both shouted in unison. Meijin gave them an amused smile.

''I guess your reaction means it's important, right? I thought about using it as a paper weight,'' he said, giving the Chaos Emerald to Warren. ''It appeared literally out of nowhere on my desk this morning. ''I didn't get around to studying it, but I believe you'll know what to do with it.'' He then put his finger on his lips. ''I suppose we should also keep this a secret for the time being.''

''Heh…'' Tails had to admit he had no idea what to think about Meijin, but he was glad to have him on their side. ''The Black Arms will come for it, so we need to protect the Chaos Emerald with all we got.''

Warren nodded in agreement, although he wasn't worried about the Black Arms coming for the Chaos Emerald, but rather a particular dark hedgehog.

xXx

Shadow was dashing through the streets of Neos City, going through Sentoraru as he tried to sense the whereabouts of a Chaos Emerald. He needed to find at least one if he wanted to unleash the full power of Chaos Control and defeat Black Doom. Unfortunately, something told him that one Chaos Emerald wouldn't suffice. He would need all seven of them if he wanted to destroy the Black Arms for good.

Nevertheless, that didn't mean that he couldn't just destroy whatever Black Arms alien he came across during his search. He narrowed his eyes as he took notice of Doom's Eye hovering above him after using Doom Blast on another Black Warrior, sending him flying into multiple Black Wings, followed up by multiple Doom Spears that obliterated them.

''Those are our Black Arms soldiers, do not interfere with them!'' Doom's Eye growled at him, scolding him as if he were a mere child.

''Hmph.'' Shadow couldn't care less, only increasing his speed as he sensed a faint trace of Chaos Energy as he moved from Sentoraru to Kita. He was curious about where his path would lead him as he passed through the destroyed streets, avoiding the rubble. This area was eerily empty, and he saw several Black Oaks patrolling it. He spin-dashed into them, finishing them of with the Doom Blast. For all their brute strength and endurance, they were still just obstacles to him. Nevertheless, the fact that there were no people here was unnerving.

xXx

''I'm Midorikawa-''

''I'm Kero!''

''We're here to bring you the latest news. Neos City is currently going through an invasion. Black creatures have invaded our beloved city, with the authorities being dispatched to deal with them,'' Midorikawa reported, standing in what appeared to be Erekiteru, hidden away from the Black Arms behind columns at an office building.

''There are no reports on what those black creatures are, and social media is going wild with speculations, ranging from them being some kind of science experiment to aliens,'' Kero added.

''We will make sure to keep you updated about the situation. For now, you need to evacuate Neos City, but if you cannot find a way to escape, there are shelters spread across the city, built after the water monster incident and designed to withstand any kind of damage. You can find the map on the Neos City News website,'' Midorikawa added, with a holographic version of the map appearing next to her.

''Do not engage with the black creatures and stay hidden. Stay safe,'' Kero added, with the broadcast ending, but they still kept the camera focused on the map with the shelters.

''Mother!''

Cream stared at Vanilla, both alarmed as they watched the news. Cheese and Chocola were also upset, looking quite fearful of what the future might hold for them. Vanilla, despite her anxiety, tried to keep calm. ''Don't worry, dear. We will go to the shelter in Kita. We will be safe there.'' Cream nodded, with Cheese trying to comfort her. Chocola was hovering next to Vanilla, being just as worried. Vanilla then added, ''We should hurry up.''

The four walked up to the door, carefully opening it. They could see the dark sky and the red cracks spreading across the city. It was quite horrifying to see. People were running or driving through the streets, trying to find safety. Some even abandoned their vehicles, running on foot, only to be ambushed by the Black Arms and dragged away.

Cream gasped in shock, but realized that there was nothing she could do as she needed to protect her mother and the Chao as several of the Black Arms aliens charged towards them. She used her ears to fly up, grabbing onto her mother's arms. ''Hold on!''

Vanilla watched her daughter as they flew up, with Cheese and Chocola following them, then glanced down. Below them was nothing but pure chaos.

xXx

''Miss Lily, I insist-!''

''Oh, shut up! I'm not going to let the Black Arms tear our city apart!''

''None of us will allow that!''

Bennet could only stare in stunned silence as Lily and Knuckles shouted back at him. Fortunately, Lily's parents weren't at Neos City, having gone on another business trip and leaving Bennet in charge. The butler was currently attempting to convince Lily and Knuckles – well, mainly Lily – to stay at the Crystle Mansion, as it also featured an underground bunker for them to hide until the crisis was over, but the teenager had already grabbed her hoverboard, determined to go fight the Black Arms.

''You can stay here and protect the mansion,'' Lily told Bennet.

''Don't let any of those aliens come near it. You're now the guardian of this place,'' Knuckles added. Before Bennet could say more, the two already dashed away on their hoverboards. He sighed, having no choice but to lock the gate and hope that the Black Arms wouldn't attack the Crystle Mansion.

Meanwhile, Lily and Knuckles were en route towards where they expected to be a crowd of Black Arms that they could fight against. They were in contact with Team Chaotix, who told them they would meet up to fight together against the Black Arms – after Lily quickly explained what they were – but for now, they had to find a way through this whole chaos.

''Lucas did say that we need to defeat the Black Arms, but…'' Lily trailed off when they suddenly came across those aliens. They had managed to cause several car crashes, with several people screaming in fear in pain, some even being dragged away by the aliens. What the Black Arms soldier in question didn't expect was getting punched in the face by a Chaos Surge-boosted Knuckles. Lily ran over to the man the alien had dropped, checking on him. He had cuts and bruises over his body, with Lily fearing that he might have a broken bone.

''Are you okay? Can you walk?'' she asked him.

''Y-Yeah, but there's someone stuck in the other car…'' the man responded, with Lily seeing a woman, who was bleeding from her head, trying to frantically open the door. She also had a child in the backseat, but the little girl wasn't responsive.

''Knuckles, keep me covered!'' Lily shouted, with Knuckles nodding and charging at the closest alien. Lily ran to the other car, her eyes glowing red as she used the boost from the Chaos Surge to pry, or rather, tear open the car door. She could hear the sound of a siren in the distance, unsure whether it was the police or the ambulance, but she knew they would have a hard time getting here. The woman was crying, hysterical to see her daughter unconscious. Fortunately, they could open the door, but Lily didn't want to touch the little girl because she feared that she was injured, the worst being a broken neck, and felt that it would be better to wait for an ambulance. She also couldn't do more, as she needed to help Knuckles fight back against the Black Arms as they still overpowered them in numbers.

''I hope everyone else is doing better than us,'' Lily said, delivering a kick that sent the soldier flying.

''What do you mean by 'better than us'? We're doing great!'' Knuckles replied confidently, caving the face of another soldier. Lily wasn't exactly sure whether she wanted to correct him on that part. After all, they were doing much better than the majority of Neos City solely because they were able to fight back.

xXx

Espio threw a kunai at the alien, with Vector landing a punch on it. He then turned to the group of people that were following them. ''It's this way to the shelter! Hurry up!''

Charmy then took the lead in the group, with Vector and Espio staying at the back to defend them. They were all at a suburban location in Eas, not too far from the shelter, but they still had to make their way to it. They had actually hoped to meet up with Knuckles and Lily, but unfortunately, that didn't seem to be possible in the current situation. At least Lily explained to them what the Black Arms were and that Team Neos would be fighting them. However, Vector did note that there was something left unsaid.

''How does Team Neos even plan to stop the invasion?'' Vector asked, him and Espio exchanging puzzled glances. Espio then furrowed a brow.

''They must have some kind of plan,'' he said.

''Or, it's a plan in process,'' Vector said, only to see some of those flying aliens swooping down on them. ''Hold up!''

The group stopped, with Vector running ahead and breathing fire at them, torching the Black Wings and causing them to drop like flies. Unfortunately, one escaped, flying straight after Charmy, with the bee panicking as he started to dodge the Black Wing. Charmy then grinned, managing to outmaneuver the Black Wing and get on its back.

''Woohoo!'' Charmy laughed as the Black Wing bucked like one of those mechanical bulls, trying to throw the bee off its back. Charmy held onto it tightly, only to notice a purple glow in one of the trees that lined the street. He turned to his teammates. ''Vector, Espio, heads up!''

He managed to gain control of the Black Wing, flying it straight at his two teammates, only to leap off when Espio threw a shuriken at it, ending it for good.

''That as fun!'' Charmy said, joining his companions as they observed the group they had been leading getting into the nearby building that was designed as a shelter, with Charmy then adding as he pointed, ''I saw something weird in that tree.''

''What do you mean?'' Vector asked curiously, with Espio climbing up the tree in question and returning with a glowing gem that left all three of them speechless, their jaws dropping at the sight.

''This is a Chaos Emerald,'' Espio said, recognizing the purple gem.

''Heh, good work team! Let's deliver that Chaos Emerald to Team Neos. I'm sure they can put it to good use,'' Vector said, grinning, with Espio and Charmy nodding in agreement.

xXx

Meijin furrowed a brow as he stared at the screen. While CyExLabs was one of the most advanced research facilities in Neos City when it came to the cyber network, besides the Codex Research Facility, it appeared that it was still difficult for them to track down the source of those anomalies. It was as if something was intentionally preventing them to find the source. He glanced over at Warren and Tails, who were just as focused on getting through the data, talking in hushed tones as they discussed what those cracks might be.

Admittedly, they weren't completely left in the dark. They knew that the red cracks only appeared in AR Fields and that they weren't the result of the network malfunctioning. They also weren't caused by the Black Arms directly, but they were connected to the Black Arms' attack. In fact, Warren and Tails realized that, whatever was causing those cracks seemed to be spreading more and more, creation some kind of barrier around Neos City and the area that surrounded it, cutting it off from the rest of Starpoint Area. When the two attempted to perform a simulation of what might happen if those cracks spread even more, they were met by a sudden error, followed by the whole simulation program and computer crashing.

''This… is not good,'' Warren said, his eyes wide as he and Tails glanced at each other in shock.

''Don't worry about the computer. It seems that it couldn't run your input…'' Meijin tried to comfort them, but Tails shook his head.

''It's not about us accidentally crashing the computer, it's about the fact that this is something beyond control of the cyberspace. It's affecting the environment outside the AR Fields and we don't know how,'' Tails told him. ''Warren and I had been studying AR Fields and the phenomena that came with them, but this is something that has never been observed… at least not on this scale.''

''We did get some information, though…'' Warren exhaled sharply. ''Hey, Meijin, have you managed to get anything on the vortex that the Black Arms used to arrive to Neos City?''

''I did… but I'm afraid that I ran into a wall… Or a void?'' Meijin replied, scratching his head as Warren and Tails took a look at his monitor. It was a 3D reconstruction of the vortex using data from that particular AR Field, but whenever Meijin tried to go above it, it showed him a black void with yellow and red dots sparking from time to time.

''You know, this kinda reminds me of those out of bounds spaces in video games that appear whenever a player discovers a glitch,'' Warren commented, him and Tails exchanging glances, the realization dawning on them.

''Warren, I think we took the wrong approach to this,'' Tails said, grabbing the Chaos Emerald and looking at it. ''We've been looking at this from the perspective of analyzing a typical AR Field that was corrupted by outside data… but, what if we look at it from the perspective of a video game? Specifically, a video game which is not done downloading all of its content.''

''That would explain why the AR Fields are going crazy. The cracks are simply data that isn't done being processed…'' Warren quickly added, his mouth opening as his eyes widened. ''What if the void above the vortex is supposed to be the Black Comet, but it cannot be observed yet because the connection between it and the AR Fields below is still incomplete? However, that would require huge amounts of data and time…''

''This has been ongoing for several days at most! This invasion has been planned!'' Tails concluded, feeling horrified by the realization. Meijin stared at the two in stunned silence, having not expected them to figure things out sooner than any of CyExLab's top scientists. However, given how they were clearly experienced with these kinds of situation, he wasn't too surprised by this. Tails then suddenly went quiet. ''You know, Eggman and Starline also used a similar approach with their own AR Fields, which were just pocket dimensions of specific Zones, but this pheonomenon is trying to change the landscape of Neos City.''

''I wonder how it's even being kept stable like this…'' Warren muttered. ''I guess it has something to do with whoever or whatever caused it to appear in the first place.''

Tails nodded. ''We should tell Sonic and Lucas about this, as well as bring them the Chaos Emerald. If we get the other six Chaos Emeralds, then we could use the power Super Sonic has to destroy the Black Arms.''

Warren agreed, only for all three of them to get startled when the security alarm suddenly went off. Meijin got up, feeling a sense of dread. ''CyExLabs has been breached!''

All three of them ran out of the room, with the scientists in the laboratory being unsettled by the blaring alarm, trying to figure out what had happened. As for Warren, Tails and Meijin, they ran towards the lobby, having passed by the panicked receptionist and seeing the security guard lying unconscious against the wall, with the intruder staring at them.

''Shadow?!'' Tails stepped towards the dark hedgehog, feeling a sense of relief, only to stop in his tracks when reality hit him. Shadow was the one who broke into CyExLabs and knocked out the security guard, clearly showing that he was a threat. Tails narrowed his eyes. ''What are you doing here?''

Shadow furrowed a brow, walking towards Tails. ''Give me the Chaos Emerald.''

Tails hitched a breath as he realized that he was still holding the yellow gem in his hand. He stepped back, with Shadow stopping on the spot when he saw this reaction – the clear refusal of giving him the Chaos Emerald. He clenched his fists, baring his fangs as he spoke, ''I will repeat myself only once – give me the Chaos Emerald, now.''

''Why? Why do you want the Chaos Emerald?!'' Tails shouted back in protest, glaring at Shadow. He couldn't understand why Shadow was acting like this. Even if he wasn't someone who got along with everyone easily, he was still his teammate, so this kind of behavior made no sense. Unless… Tails suddenly felt cold, his tone heavy and serious when he spoke up, ''Don't tell me that you're working with the Black Arms.''

Shadow growled in response, lunging at Tails. ''Stop wasting my time!''

Tails gasped in surprise, managing to jump to the side and avoiding Shadow's attack. He got on his feet, reaching for his backpack and taking out the laser gun, firing at Shadow. The dark hedgehog dodged the laser blasts by warping via Chaos Snap, getting closer and closer to Tails and punching him in the stomach.

''Tails!''

The twin-tailed fox cried out in pain, his backpack, laser gun and the Chaos Emerald dropping on the ground. He could see Warren in the corner of his eye, the teenager being frozen in shock. Tails gritted his teeth, glancing back at Shadow as the dark hedgehog was about to pick up the yellow Chaos Emerald. Suddenly, Shadow felt an electric shock coursing through his chest, causing him to stumble back. He realized that Tails managed to use the moment of distraction to snap one of his devices on his chest, sending a shockwave through his body. Unfortunately for Tails, Shadow was much more resilient, grabbing the device and tearing it away, crushing it in his hand.

''I won't let you help Black Doom!'' Tails shouted, curling into a ball and spin-attacking right into Shadow, even pushing him back. Shadow blocked his attack by crossing his arms, then managed to grab Tails by his twin-tails and throw him straight into the wall.

Tails fell on the ground, breathing heavily as he felt waves of pain spreading through his body. Warren had ran over to help him up, but before they could even use Chaos Surge to continue fighting against Shadow, the dark hedgehog had already picked up the yellow Chaos Emerald, giving them a hard stare.

''Shadow, why…'' Tails lifted his head, meeting Shadow's cold gaze. The dark hedgehog didn't respond, instead vanishing in a flash of cyan light. ''This is bad…''

''Are you okay?'' Meijin asked Tails, with the fox falling silent.

''I…'' He turned to Warren. ''We need to tell Sonic and Lucas about this. I can't believe Shadow would go this far…''

''I don't want to believe it either…'' Warren muttered. If Shadow was indeed working alongside Black Doom, they they were all done for.

xXx

''Sonic, Lucas, we have bad news!''

Sonic, Lucas and Loki had managed to find a safe spot at an underpass, just when Tails and Warren had called them. Sonic took note of Tails' bruised look, quirking a brow as he felt worried about his little brother. ''Tails, what happened to you?''

''Shadow happened,'' Tails responded. ''He broke into CyExLabs and took the Chaos Emerald that appeared here.''

''He what?!'' Sonic and Lucas exclaimed in unison, both stunned to hear that. Loki gave the two a curious look, wondering what was going on.

''I tried to fight against him, since he didn't want to tell us why he needed the Chaos Emerald, but…'' Tails trailed off, rubbing his shoulder and taking note of the look of concern Sonic gave him. ''I'm fine, but Shadow's gone. We don't know where he went to next, but our guess is that he's trying to gather all seven Chaos Emeralds.''

''Not only that, but we fear that he might be gathering them for Black Doom. When Tails questioned him about it, he refused to give us any answers,'' Warren added. Sonic frowned.

''I refuse to believe that Shadow works for Black Doom. I know him and there's no way he'd to that,'' Sonic replied, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

''Then, why did he attack us?'' Tails asked, giving Sonic a baffled look. ''If he had just told us his reasons for wanting the Chaos Emerald…''

''Maybe he couldn't tell you anything?'' Lucas offered, surprising everyone. ''Was Touka with him?''

''No, she wasn't,'' Warren replied, only for the realization to hit him and Tails. ''Do you think that she's in danger?''

''That's the most likely answer. I assume that Black Doom threatened to hurt Touka, forcing Shadow to gather the Chaos Emeralds,'' Lucas said.

''And knowing Shadow, he'd refuse to explain what's going on, thinking that this is something he has to do on his own,'' Sonic added.

''So, what should we do about Shadow and the Chaos Emeralds?'' Tails asked.

''I'll deal with him,'' Sonic replied, giving Tails a determined look.

''Have you managed to figure out what's going on with the AR Fields?'' Lucas asked.

''We don't know what's causing it yet, but we know that Neos City is undergoing a process of terraformation that is in favour of the Black Arms. The reason why we see those cracks is because the process hasn't finished yet,'' Warren explained.

''So, you want to say that someone is basically trying to turn Neos City into Westopolis?'' Lucas asked, raising an eyebrow.

''Well, they're not trying it to turn into Westopolis itself, as in the video game location, but into an environment that overlaps with Neos City's natural landscape,'' Warren explained. ''I believe that, if this process is fully completed, we'll be seeing the Black Comet right over the cityscape.''

''I see…'' Lucas narrowed his eyes, well aware that this was something they couldn't stop. However, he also knew that they still had a chance to prevent the Black Arms from conquering Neos City. ''Do you have a way to locate all of the Chaos Emeralds? If Sonic and I want to find Shadow, that would be a good starting point.''

''We will send you a tracking app as soon as possible,'' Warren said, with the holographic screen closing.

''How much did you know?'' Lucas and Sonic were startled by Loki's sudden question, with the wolf ARNav giving them a hard stare. ''Have you ever considered telling me that Shadow is a danger to everyone in Neos City?''

''No, he isn't!'' Sonic responded in a sharp tone.

''Didn't he just attack your friends?'' Loki responded, shooting a wary look at Sonic.

''I know, but I'm sure that he has his reasons. I know Shadow, and I know that he wouldn't do anything like this without a solid reason. Yeah, he is stubborn and hard to communicate with, but I would trust Shadow with my life. Whatever he's up to, I'm sure that he's doing to fight against the Black Arms instead of working for them,'' Sonic said with unwavering determination. Loki stared at him for a moment, then sighed.

''I assume your friend is the one who was supposed to be used by ARMS as a weapon, right?'' he asked, with Sonic and Lucas giving him a curious look. ''I suppose the Black Arms also want to use him as a weapon, correct?''

''Yeah.'' Lucas nodded.

''Then, I can understand your friend's refusal to work with anyone. If someone tried to use me as a weapon, I think I would snap under the pressure,'' Loki replied. Lucas and Sonic felt a sense of relief, realizing that Loki was siding with them. ''However, I'm afraid that not everyone will understand that. I will call the other Units to not engage in a fight with Shadow, but I can't make any promises.''

''That's good to hear,'' Lucas said, giving him an confident smile.

''Still, I'm curious, what do you plan on doing with your friend after you find him?'' Loki asked. Sonic smirked.

''We'll just remind him that he isn't alone in this…'' Sonic said, then shrugged. ''Or knock some sense into him. Whatever comes first.''

xXx

Shadow found himself standing on top of a building, staring towards Infinity Forest. He could sense Chaos Energy coming from there, being able to use the Chaos Emerald he had taken from Tails to guide him to the next one. His eyes narrowed as he took notice of Doom's Eye, hovering next to him.

''You did well, Shadow. One Chaos Emerald has been acquired, but you still need to find the rest. Fulfill your mission as my greatest soldier!''

''Tch!'' Shadow growled, glaring daggers at Doom's Eye, with the alien flying away and leaving him alone. He then glanced at the yellow Chaos Emerald in his hand, closing his eyes as he felt a sting of guilt for hurting Tails. That wasn't his intention, but he was too focused on getting the Chaos Emerald and with Tails being in his way, he felt that he had no other choice but to move him out of his way by force. He also understood that he probably should've told the fox what was going on, but he simply couldn't. It was too much to talk about, and he wouldn't have even known where to start, let alone explain what he was going through. No, this was the correct approach. I need to do this on my own and defeat Black Doom with my own hands. If there is a chance of Black Doom taking control over me, they will all be in danger.

Shadow looked up, gazing ahead at Infinity Forest. He could feel a sharp sensation in his back, letting out a cry of pain when black and red wings seemingly made out of his own flesh and black mass sprouted, with the pain quickly subsiding. He needed to hurry up, and using Doom Wing to cover the distance felt right. He then leapt off the building, flying towards the forest.

Hmph, the irony of looking like a Fallen Angel is not lost on me.

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲?

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miguel unwillingly pining after reader; fantasies about you in miguel’s head; a massage (pg); a hint of jealous miguel; spanish wise—I hope I wrote everything correctly, I asked for some opinions and check ups from a spanish speaker <3 big thanks to you — after an interesting morning with miguel, you learnt a few more spanish words, not to be late, and having him in close proximity might give you a heart attack. your mind certainly wandered when you were monitoring a mission, the spider peoples’ bickering making you feel annoyed, an emotion miguel unwillingly likes the look of on you. but how does he feel when he makes his request… asking you to follow him to a door you didn’t think you’d ever pass through?

“Checking the location now.” You said through your ear piece, tapping away at the keyboard. Your back was straightened as you stayed focused. You were working with a group of spider variants, who were assigned to get rid of a misplaced “villain” as they liked to put it. It just makes their job sound much more important, resulting in then coming back with a proud sway to their hips.

“Bro, why are you breathing so hard?” Hissed one of the spider variants to another.

“I’m settling into my hero act.” His tone is full of pronounced muscle—most likely standing with his arms by his side like some macho man. He takes a deep sigh. “It can be tough being such a incredible hero.”

The others just stare, clearly used to this from him, before a screech meets everyone’s ears.

“Where is it?!” One of them exclaims, frantically looking around.

“It would’ve blended into one of the buildings’ walls.” You say, scanning the area on your computer.

“I’m sorry, did you just say ‘blended in’?” A spider-man asks. “What is this monster—a chameleon?”

You’re silent for a moment. “Please tell you me reviewed the mission.”

There’s silence through the earpiece. You blink a few times, then close your eyes taking a deep breath. “Why not?”

“Look, I was going to but…Parker distracted me!”

“I distracted you?!” Parker exclaimed.

“Guys.” You try, but they either can’t hear you or are choosing not to.

“You were the one who was so eager to just defeat this villain!”

In your annoyed state, you can’t help but let your mind wander somewhere that had held your attention for majority of the day…

—this morning—

You rushed down the stairs, while simultaneously fixing your hair. Shit, you were gonna be late. All because of these extensive stairs.

When you reached the bottom, your hair had become a mess again, making you place your flat palms against your head as you tried to soothe the stray hairs.

You reach the door to your office, pausing to take a breath. Twisting the handle, you walked inside.

You instantly noticed Miguel, spider suit back on, as he swiped necessary and unnecessary screens back and forth by the large spider.

You tried to stay quiet as you walked to your desk, but your luck seems to plainly not exist as Miguel’s voice greets you—rather gruffly.

“Would it be cliché to say ‘you’re late’?”

You press your lips together as he jumps down. You seem to forget how tall he is until he’s towering over you, with a look that states ‘you should be worried’.

You gulp, before forcing a smile. Miguel’s expression stays dead as he waits for you to speak, most likely to explain yourself.

When you say nothing your mouth opening and closing like a stupid fish, Miguel speaks. “I said six.”

You nod. “I heard you.”

“Did you?” His clicks his jaw, a slight tilt to his head, as he observed your quickly fixed hair and slight heave of your chest. You clearly rushed. “You just woke up.”

“No.” You say indignantly. “I’ve been awake since six, I just didn’t like the idea of walking down those stairs, so…I began working in my room.”

“Uh huh.” He sarcastically nods. “Right.”

You press your lips together, thinking you should have stitched them shut. You weren’t helping yourself.

“You keep saying you want to prove that you belong here.” Miguel begins. He leans forward, his red eyes gleaming, his fangs becoming more visible as he snarls. “If you don’t start getting here at six, then I’ll be happy to drag you out at four.”

He leans back, stalking back towards the big spider, as he webs himself up to the top. You let out a sigh, turning to your desk and swivel chair.

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After an hour or so of working, and going over the mission scheduled in a few hours, you feel a breath by your neck. With wide eyes you spin around to see Miguel staring down at you.

When he meets your gaze, you’re placing your hand over your heart. “Can you not scare me like that?” You mutter out.

He leans forward…and forward… and forward, until his large hands are caging you in by resting them on the chair’s armrests. “Scare?” He almost whispers in question to himself.

You’re utterly frozen as his breath tickles your nose and cheeks, which you are sure to be an embarrassing red by now.

“O’hara?” You slowly question, it comes out quieter than you had intended.

His eyes stay focused on your own, as your pulse beats rapidly in your chest. Stop it— you want to say. But you’re not sure what ‘it’ is exactly.

“…did you need something?” It’s the only thing you can think to say.

“What do you mean by scare?” He asks.

You lightly shift in your chair, unsure what to do in this situation. “Um…I just mean that you’re…you are kinda scary, O’hara.” You force a chuckle, trying to ease tension you are sure is the annoyance radiating off of him.

“Is it the fangs?” He asks, his eyes strangely showing genuine interest—or what you think to be genuine.

“Kind of?” You say more so as a question. “But also how you never, well…smile.”

“Why should I smile at people I don’t want to smile at?” He asks, his eyes finally dropping away from the entrapment of your own, but to a much worser place.

You self consciously lick your lips, feeling your nerves turning them dry. His gaze doesn’t shift from your mouth for an abnormally long time.

“O’hara.”

His brows then begin to furrow, his eyes finally leaving your lips, making you unintentionally sigh.

“Why do you refer to me by my last name?”

“What does ‘chaparrita’ mean?” You counter.

He narrows his eyes, leaning away from you and back to his full height. “You ready for your lesson?” He suddenly asks, grabbing a swivel chair and leaning back.

You stare at him for a moment. So that was what he was supposed to ask this whole time? “Okay, if you tell me—“

“No.” He says monotonously. “Ahora deja de hacer preguntas y siéntate y escucha.” (Now stop asking questions and sit and listen.)

You didn’t understand what he just said but you can understand his tone, so you readjust yourself on your chair and stay silent.

“Now…what do you say when you want help?” Miguel inquires, his tone now almost babying.

You narrow your eyes, but answer anyway. “¿Me puede ayudar, por favor?”

“Mm.” He hums, letting his gaze drop. “Bien.”

Miguel notices the slight curve of your lips at his praise. He shifts in his seat. “I hope you know what that means.”

Your small smile falls, before a fake one replaces it. “Yes, O’hara, I do know what that one means.”

“You should loose the attitude, chaparrita. Si es que quieres mi ayuda” (If you want my help, that is.) He says, running his tongue along one of his fangs.

“I understood “my help”.” You say. “And the one with the attitude here is you.”

“How so?”

You raise your brows. “Do I need to answer that? I thought you were observant?” Okay, now you were just pushing his buttons for fun. He seemed to get riled up so easily.

A scowl forms on his face. “Si no fueras tan pinche bonita, creo que me gustaría verte arañada” (If you weren’t so annoyingly pretty, I think I’d like to see you clawed up.) He mutters under his breath, his gaze slightly venomous.

“¿Cómo estás?” Miguel says. “Repeat it.”

“¿Cómo estás?” You repeat.

“That means “how are you?”. And what could you reply with?” He inquires.

“Bien.” You answer.

“Mejor.”

“‘Better’?” You say with a scoff. “I feel like I should get a bit more credit…Spanish is hard.”

“First of all—it’s not.” Miguel states. “Second…you know what ‘mejor’ means?”

“It was one of the words I learnt on my phone.” You shrug.

“Any other words I should I know about?” He sounds annoyed, and you can’t fathom why.

“You’re annoyed at that? To be honest I thought you’d be grateful.”

He doesn’t say anything. Mainly because he can’t say the first reason that popped into his head. He wanted you to learn Spanish—all of it—from him, and only him. He also can’t tell you because he doesn’t know why he feels that way. It was stupid, feeling resentful to a phone, utterly stupid, but Miguel can’t ignore the nagging feeling in his stomach.

—present—

“Shut up!” You exclaim, massaging your temples.

There’s finally silence on the other end.

“The invisible monster is moving your way, on the left wall. You’ll be able to spot a slight glimmering shimmer over him. If you look close enough.”

You finally see the spider variants pick up into action, spotting the monster and beginning to attack.

Miguel watched from afar, leant by the open door to the main tech room, arms crossed as he watched you lean back in annoyance. When you were mad your eyes would hood over, narrowing to show only half of your pupils.

You would aways grow hot, occasionally fanning yourself as you unbuttoned the first button of your shirt. And Miguel would always stare, his chest picking up to a quicker beat. But the scowl would be set, Miguel hating the way he reacted. He shouldn’t be reacting at all. He felt pathetic, as he tried to look away.

Every time he’d fail, his gaze only shifting further down your body. Your legs were yet again…spread. An obviously comfortable position for you, but certainly not Miguel.

He’s embarrassed to admit—not that he’s ever actually—that he’s fantasised about being close to your spread legs, his hands being able to spread them further. You were a reactive girl, very hyper aware for a human. He hoped you’d stay the same when he’d touch you.

Your chest heaving, your mouth opening, as goosebumps littered your skin. Skin he’d be able to see a lot more of.

And to all these fantasies he would hate himself, and you. Sure, he was projecting. But he’d rather project anger then any of his hidden thoughts.

“Is it my turn now?” He asks, making you spin in your chair to face the exit and Miguel.

You had finally taken out your headpiece, the mission clearly completed. The spider-men would get back soon. A look of confusion flashed across your features before realisation hits. ‘His turn’. His side of the deal.

You stand, straightening your slightly crumpled shirt—you had been fisting the material in your annoyed state. Miguel ignores the thoughts of instead a crumpled sheet. Your fists clenching around, preferably, his—no. Not preferably his. He clears his head, biting his inside cheek, the metallic taste of blood now tangible.

“Follow me.” He turns, expecting you to do so.

And you do, walking past all the different spider variants in an effort to stay at Miguel’s heels.

Through the journey up the stairs, Miguel—who doesn’t know why he’s walking with you—has been having thoughts. Very…interesting thoughts. Some seeming very similar to those of ‘finding you annoyed kinda hot’ type of thoughts. It also fell back to the thoughts swirling in his head when he was looking at your lips.

He hadn’t meant to do that, his body seeming to have had a mind of its own when he leant over, caging you in.

He’s annoyed to admit—to himself—that he had wanted to kiss you. See what it felt like. Maybe he’d hate it and his strange, annoying crush on you would go.

He’s soon stopped by his room, finally glancing at you, to see that you look confused. “I thought I was doing what you asked…or whatever.” You say, slowing your breathing.

“You are.” He opens his door, walking in.

You watch him, brows still furrowed. You stay rooted to the hallway floor. “In your room?” You look around like you’ve done something terrible, and you’re gonna get caught.

“Maybe you aren’t as committed as you claim to be.”

Your eyes narrow at his blatancy. You edge closer to his cracked open door, him now fully inside. You take a deep breath before pushing it further open, then quickly shutting it behind you.

“You know, I probably shouldn’t be in here.” You mutter, staying pressed to the door, as you took in the large looking bed, messed up from his sleep, along with a window, and plain walls. There wasn’t much character and you could tell that that was very intentional.

You then shift your gaze to Miguel who had found himself a seat, relaxing back into it as he clicked his jaw. He finally met your gaze, and in the dim-ish lighting his hair looked messier, his hand most likely having ran through it.

“So…” you drift off, not meaning to come across so awkward.

He tilted his head to the side, silently asking you to come to him, as his legs spread a fraction. You ignored the want to hitch your breath, gulping it down instead.

You stare at him, not moving.

He raised a brow. “You look worried.”

“I’m not worried…just…confused.” You again force a chuckle, a forming coping mechanism around Miguel.

“I think my direction was pretty obvious. I did say it in English.” He again made himself out to be all superior.

You sigh. “I heard you. I’m just confused as to why you asked that.”

“What—did you think I asked you in here so that you’d stay plastered to my door, chaparrita?” He asked sarcastically.

You wet your lips. “Why did you ask me in here?”

“I want a massage.” He says it just so…simply.

You blink, maybe one time too many. “What?”

“A massage, y/l/n.” He says, lowering his head slightly, looking up at you through his lashes.

“Why?” You haven’t moved from the door, so, Miguel swiftly shoots a web out to attach to your shirt, yanking you forward.

You gasp, nearly tripping over your feet, as you get pulled towards him. Miguel stabilises you with a hand to your stomach, making you come to a stop in front of him. “What the hell?” You stare at him, your chest heaving in shock.

You rip the web from your shirt, quickly brushing it off. “You gave Gwen one. I heard you were good. That’s all.” Miguel says.

Your brows furrowed. “Gwen?” Then you remember. “Oh, well that’s because she just got back from a really hard mission…she was sore and I…dunno, I was bored.”

“And you don’t think I am? Sore, I mean. You do realise I take care of the multi—“

“The multiverse, yes. I haven’t forgotten. I’m just a little shocked, is all.”

“You can say no.”

You sigh. “If I want to lose my job.” You mutter, walking around him. Miguel twists his head to follow you slightly, until you stood out of his gaze, directly behind him. You pause, before gingerly placing your hands on his shoulders. Jeez, he was broad.

You closed your eyes, taking a breath. To be honest you thought his requests would be hardcore, asking you to practically run around ramped. But instead here you were alone in his room giving him a massage.

You began to add pressure. Working your fingers into the instant knots you felt.

Miguel’s eyes involuntarily rolled closed, as he accidentally leaned more into your touch. You don’t seem to notice the shift as you continue massaging by his neck and along his shoulder, veering a slightly onto the top of his back.

“I forgot to ask: where did you want the massage? I just assumed the shoulders.”

“Mm?” Miguel hums in question, sounding far away, a small heavy breath leaving his lips after.

“O’hara?” You ask, stopping your hands’ movements.

A small growl of disapproval fell from Miguel’s lips involuntarily. “Just—“ he takes a breath. “What you were doing is fine.”

You place your hands back where they were, making Miguel relax back into your fingers. You were good—Miguel thought to himself. He can’t remember the last time he released so much tension.

You lean down to Miguel’s ear, your tickling breath making him gulp. “Is there a time requirement? Because I had plans tonight.”

Miguel’s brows furrowed. “Plans? What plans?” He didn’t mean to sound so disappointed and borderline desperate, but he’s thankful you barely heard his tone as your attitude didn’t shift.

You worked your fingers closer to his chest, doing your normal routine. Your grandmother was a masseuse, and of course she had to give you some tips. It was fun being able to practice on Gwen, but with Miguel you felt nervous every time you would press down hard on a knot.

But his responses seemed to be good, considering all the quiet groans and heavy breaths.

“I made plans with spider-man—“

“That’s very descriptive.” Miguel comments, his head slightly rolling to the side.

You scoff, your fingers moving to the base of his neck, where no spider suit material could intervene. The pads of your fingers rubbing his bare skin. Miguel noticed the difference a lot quicker than you did, sounds and words of approval he really didn’t want you to hear threatening to spill.

“Dios, ¿por qué tus manos tienen que sentirse tan bien?” (God, why do your hands have to feel so good?) He muttered under his breath, not really meaning for you to catch a word, but of course you pick up ‘bien’.

“Good?” You asked. “Well, then you should put in a good word for me.” You chuckle. “Maybe I should start a small business and massage all the spider-men and woman. I think I’d do well—“

“No.” Miguel says instantly, still sounding slightly breathless. “If you want to prove yourself you can’t get distracted.” Of course that’s the reason he dislikes the idea. Definitely not because he doesn’t want your hands making others feel like this…definitely not.

“Don’t worry, it was just a hypothetical.” You say, going back to his shoulders. “Now, I hope that’s okay. Because I do need to go.” You bring your hands away, and it takes everything in Miguel not to spin around in the chair, grab your hands and ask you to massage somewhere else.

The tense knots in his shoulders were gone, his neck felt light, and he wanted to feel your fingers run along his abs. This was bad. Why was the lighting so dim, why was your scent so strong?

He spun around in his chair, meeting your gaze. “You didn’t fully answer me before. Who are meeting?”

“It was gonna be spider-man, the one with the cartoonish attitude, and now it’s just Hobie. I dunno. something about an important—“

“Hobie?” Miguel interrupts. He displayed indifference, though inside he was burning.

A weird tension began to fill the room. “Yeah, so I’ll just…go.” You say quickly passing him and opening the door, before Miguel had the (bad) mind to stop you.

You rushed out into the hallway which instantly felt lighter, letting you breathe.

You head to the main communion area, paths leading everywhere along the walls to along the roof, making it easy for a spider person to navigate but not someone who can’t stick to walls.

So you stay on the simple path, skimming through talking suited spiders until someone called your name. You spin catching sight of Peter, Mayday in his grasp.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Hey. Sorry, Hobie wanted me to tell you that he can’t catch up for that song session thing, something about getting called in for business.” Peter said, his hands going everywhere as Mayday tried to escape over the edge.

“Also picture that in an over pronounced British accent.” He gave you a thumbs up to which you chuckled.

“No worries, thanks Peter.”

“Mayday!” He suddenly yelled, to which you pointed to the left, displaying her climbing onto a spider-man’s back.

Peter rushes off. And you sigh, thinking you hurried for no reason. Though you are grateful that you could use that as an excuse to get out of Miguel’s room.

As you head to your own, you begin to wonder what this last minute mission could be about and why Hobie had been called in now. Usually the only person who calls people in, especially this last minute would be Miguel.

I guess crime never sleeps—you think to yourself—or something like that.

ahhh here’s part three!—I hope this one wasn’t too boring or not what you expected x part four is gonna be more SeXuAl, I promise

I actually don’t know how many parts I should do, coz atm it’s feeling like a slow burn, but I don’t want to drag you guys along a long ass fic so I’m not sure.

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