#he's a rock but before he wasn't a rock and that's all i need to know

[mmaurysiek]

and on a slightly deeper level, Husk tries to teach Angel two healthier coping skills

see, before that point, Angel's main strategy for dealing with thoughts / situations that made him feel bad – was to avoid letting himself feel bad.

a bad feeling is generally a signal from one's nervous system to change the situation asap (or to stop wasting energy on something that brings bad results). by managing to avoid most (not all) internal signals like that, Angel kept himself mostly stuck.

so one of those coping skills Husk tries to teach is to try to commiserate with somebody else, to make sitting with the bad feeling more bearable. (and if Husk needs that very lesson, too? well, he ain't perfect either)

the other (which Husk also needs himself) is that in order to move anywhere, you gotta start right where you are, even if that place is a subjective rock bottom.

see, if you imagine yourself through metaphorical pink glasses, and thus set the expectations for yourself way higher than is currently realistic — you'll burn yourself out by trying and mostly failing to meet these expectations.

you gotta start where you are. and for that, you gotta see yourself where you are. Angel's tendency to pretend that he was merely enjoying the high life – was preventing him from facing that he did feel like he, pardon the pun, put himself in a hell of his own making.

Angel was trying to start from the point of his mask, rather than from the point of his felt reality. since Angel isn't his mask, it wasn't going to work, because the only place anyone can start is the place they actually really are in. no illusions, no self-lies.

this is hard to communicate, I hope I make any sense here.

I think my greatest issue with the "Episode 4 is bad because Husk responds to Angel's abuse by calling him a loser" critique for Hazbin is it ignores the context and message of Loser Baby so blatantly it comes off as deliberate

It's only true if you listen to the first "You're a loser, baby" lyric and then turn the song off. Ignore the part where Husk then calls himself a loser and then says that's okay.

The whole point is even if you're trapped in a seemingly hopeless situation, hating yourself is not the way out. You still need to love yourself, AND you're not alone in how you feel. Someone understands and will accept you even as you are now. Those are the ingredients to hoping that things CAN get better

It's a genuinely beautiful message, and to write it off as "Husk calling Angel a loser" is so baffling to me. Especially from those who then go on to call the show badly written, it has its moments, but if you're misinterpreting a message that's being thrown at you like a banana pie... then I'm not sure what to tell you

[callsignswan]

Like A Lollipop 🍭

Cw: hybrid au, technical pet x owner (I go into more detail in the fic dw), pet play (basically), BDSM themes, oral (male receiving)

Lando's lips were on yours. Desperately, you clawed at his shirt, tried to get it off of his body.

"Easy," he said against your lips. His hand closed around your own and moved your hand away. A whimper left your lips, but you watched as he pulled his shirt over his head.

His chain rested against his gorgeous skin; you had to touch him. Sharp, claw like nails against his skin had him hissing, but he loved it.

"Angel," he whispered and pushed your hair behind your pointed, black ears. "Tell me what you need."

"You."

Your voice was barely above a whisper. So delicate against him, warm and pretty. A far cry from the sweet, scared, dirty thing he'd found outside of his apartment all those months ago. Legally, he was your owner. You were a fully grown woman, but you were a hybrid. If Lando wasn't your owner, you were a stray, and you didn't want to know the terrible things that happened to strays.

You and Lando didn't exactly buy into the whole hybrid and owner thing. You were more of a roommate, until you tried to kiss him. And then you went from roommate to whatever you were now.

Neither of you quite knew what you were now, but you'd never been pet and master. Friends, at some point, maybe. But then you sucked his dick for the first time.

Uselessly, you tugged at his jeans. "C'mon, take them off," you demanded.

As soon as he stood and popped the button on his jeans, your tail began to wag. Side to side, hitting the sofa cushions behind you. As always, you were getting whatever you wanted.

Immediately, you were on your knees. "Can I?" You asked, hooking your finger around the waistband of his underwear.

The way he pet your head was so condescending, you loved it.

Pulling his boxers down, you watched his cock spring free. Big and pretty, a thatch of curls at the base. You drooled like a hungry mutt as you stared at it. "Go on," he whispered, finally giving you permission.

You dove in and wrapped your lips around him. "Fuck, Baby," Lando grunted as you wrapped your fingers around his base.

You were always a drooly, sloppy mess when you sucked Lando's cock. Up and down, filling your throat. Your eyes were shut, a string of saliva connecting the two of you.

Every grunt that left his lips was music to your twitching ears. You swirled your tongue around his tip, his grip on you tightening.

When he rocked his hips gently, you knew you had him. It wouldn't be too long before he spilled into your mouth. You worked his harder, cheeks hollowed as you did deeper, longer strokes.

His cum painted the back of your throat. You swallowed what he gave to you, didn't spill a drop.

Lando was breathless as he stared down at you. "You did good, Angel," he whispered as you wiped the saliva from your mouth. "You ready for me to fuck you?"

You were positively soaked.

Hybrid requests open, my doves!

[fizzyapplecandy]

The one where you fall in love with a pirate

Hyung line X fem reader

Genres and warnings: short imagines, fluff, mature language, humor, so many kisses

Word count: 4k

I've been on a roll with our hyung line, and I can't stop thinking about a pirate au. Maknae line will be out shortly.

Lots of love, and happy reading X

Hongjoong

Your relationship with the Captain has always been a bit strained. He wasn't too fond of a female crewmate, but his fellow pirates adored you. He, for the life of him, couldn't understand why. Women weren't meant to be out on the sea, and you'd proved his point many times. You were constantly sea sick, the rocking causing your nausea. You hated getting wet, which happened a lot on a pirate ship. You also hated how out of touch you were with the world all the time.

Sure, you cooked for them. You even payed attention to all of their preferences, always making a variety of dishes. You kept the deck pristine, and the boys now had clean clothes, sewn together where needed, always neatly stacked in their cupboards.

Wooyoung pleaded with him to take you in, stating how cruel the townspeople were towards you. Your father was a gambler, and people were after you to pay his debts.

To this day, Hongjoong doesn't know what came over him to say yes. Maybe it was the terror written so clearly on your face, or the bruises visible on your arms. Or the fact that you were... Pretty. Soft spoken, well mannered, and a much needed addition to their ship.

He would never admit it out loud.

One night, he couldn't sleep, so he went out on the deck to get some fresh air. He was surprised to see you there, sitting on a barrel in your nightgown. The flimsy material wasn't enough to keep you warm, he thought. Nights in the open sea could get extremely cold.

Without much thought, he took off his coat and placed it over your shoulders.

You weren't aware of his presence until he did so, and it startled you for a second.

"Oh, Captain! You don't need to do that, you'll freeze!" You were about to take it off and give it back, but Hongjoong stopped you, placing his warm hands over your cold ones.

"No need. I can handle it. You on the other hand..."

He took in your red cheeks and pale lips, your whole body shivering, teeth almost clicking together.

You chuckled and wrapped the coat tighter around yourself.

"You're right. Silly me, I was in such a rush..." You stopped suddenly, turning your head away.

Hongjoong leaned on one of the pillars, gaze fixed on you.

"In a rush? Care to explain?"

You swallowed, taking a deep breath to calm your nerves. Hongjoong was intimidating, and you experienced first hand why the called him the 'Sea Monster' in your town. However, the amount of care he put into his crew, the sheer worry on his face whenever one of them wasn't okay... It told you much more about the stoic Captain than he liked to show.

"Well... I kind of... Have nightmares. They aren't that bad anymore. I think being on this ship with all of you helps." You glanced at him, noticing how he hasn't moved an inch, paying attention to your words.

"Sometimes I need to feel present. I need to know that it was just a dream. So the cold kind of... It lets me know I'm here, and I'm safe."

You stood up and turned towards him fully.

"Does that sound weird?"

There was a pause between you. No words were said, but your eyes never left eachother.

"No, it doesn't sound weird. But getting hypothermia isn't the best solution, you know?"

Did he just joke around with you? That's a first. Before you could help it, a giggle left your mouth. You quickly covered it with your hand, eyes widening.

"Am I amusing you, Miss Y/N?"

Hongjoong's tone was relaxed, and you felt like he was almost mocking you, but not in a bad way.

"Ah, no, no! Sorry! It's just... I haven't talked to you like this... Ever. So, you know..." You trailed off, not knowing what to say.

The Captain made his way over to you, now inches apart. He took in every little detail of your face, as if he finally gave himself permission to indulge in his curiosity towards you.

"We talk. You just don't listen to me. Maybe you find me boring compared to the others?"

You flailed your arms around, shaking your head.

"Of course not! You're not boring! I mean, your the Captain! You always tell these amazing stories, and you're so kind towards everyone, even though you don't like to admit it. You... You saved my life that day, and I'm forever in your debt."

Hongjoong didn't know what came over him. One moment he was watching how your chest rose and fell after your energetic exclamation, and in the other, his hands were on your cheeks, lips firmly planted against yours.

You made a noise of surprise, not expecting the kiss, but you certainly didn't mind. In your head, it kind of happened differently, but now that you were wrapped in each others embrace, you wouldn't want it any other way.

There was no saying who pulled away first, but you were both breathing heavily, and your giggles filled the air again.

"Oh my Captain... That was..."

"Yeah... I... Y/N..."

You shushed him, grabbing his cheeks between your palms, placing another sweet kiss on his lips.

That night, in the warmth of his embrace, you were rooted in the moment, and it was the best one in your life so far.

Hongjoong just had to make sure the next one would be even better.

Seonghwa

Of course he had the task of keeping the princess occupied. He figured they'd make Yeosang do it, but he would have probably freaked you out with his staring.

Seonghwa watched as you shifted in your seat, back straight, hands crossed in your lap. You were the epitome of royalty, and you stood out like a sore thumb in the dingy old room on their ship.

For someone who's just been kidnapped and held at ransome, you seemed pretty calm.

"How much money did you ask for?"

Seonghwa's eyebrows furrowed.

"Excuse me?"

You turned towards him, your stance as perfect as ever.

"Money? You did ask for it in favour of giving me back? Otherwise this would be a ridiculous way of courting me."

The pirate stood flabbergasted. A smile was about to make it's way on your face, but you managed to control your emotions.

"Well..." He started, voice a bit unsure. "Our Captain does the deals, but I assume you're worth a pretty penny."

You nodded, and he thought you'd go back to being poised, but you managed to surprise him again.

You shot up from your seat, startling the poor man. The crown you wore was ripped from your head, and you placed it in front of Seonghwa.

"Here, this is worth more than a pretty penny. Go give it to your captain, and ask him if he needs a maid or a cook on this ship."

"What?"

Seonghwa watched the woman, noticing how her expression hasn't changed. She was dead serious about this.

"You heard me. I'm sick and tired of living like Rapunzel! You probably don't know who that is, but nevermind. I want to sail around the world, go on adventures, you know? I don't want to marry a prince, and I cannot stand being in dresses like this anymore!"

Seonghwa didn't know whether to be scared or turned on by you. You were a strong willed woman, and you weren't backing down. For some reason, he couldn't help but feel intrigued. Maybe keeping you with them wouldn't be such a bad idea?

He stood up from his seat and grabbed the crown from the table. Without another glance towards you, he went to the door.

"I'll see what I can do."

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"Oh come on! You literally don't let me do anything fun around here!"

"Yeah, well, that's because you get into trouble more than I anticipated. Now let go!"

You and Seognhwa were playing tug of war with your favorite bag. The boys went out into town to gather supplies for your next trip, and you wanted to go with them. Seonghwa was stuck babysitting you again, and he wouldn't let you leave.

"Please! Do you hate me? Do you not want to see me happy! Come on Hwa!"

It's been about three months since you ran away with them, leaving your castle and princess status behind. Seonghwa asked you from time to time if you regret your decision, but the answer was always a strong 'No'.

"Princess, I've about had it with you! Can you please just let go and sit still for once!"

Now, that wasn't the tone of voice he usually used with you. He was accustomed to your antics, and he let you do whatever you wanted, but he never once sounded as serious about saying no as now.

You slowly loosened your grip on the strap, and you could tell something was wrong with him.

"Hwa? Hey, I won't go. See? Here's the bag, take it. I'll stay on the ship."

He only nodded before turning around and marching to the other end of the deck. You quickly followed after him, trying to look at his face, but he wouldn't turn your way.

"Seonghwa? I know I'm a bit tough to deal with, but something's up with you. Wanna tell me before we start a guessing game?"

His hands gripped the railing tightly, and he tried to calm down enough to look at you. Seonghwa knew his fear was a bit irrational, but it wouldn't go away. He also knew he had to tell you before you started freaking out.

So, he took a deep breath and turned to look into your eyes.

"Listen. I know you love it here. I know you love the boys, the ship, the food Wooyoung makes, the strange animals San sometimes brings aboard... But what if..." His gaze fell to the floor.

"What if, one day, you venture out into the city and realise you miss it? What if you want to go back?"

Seonghwa paused, noticing how quiet you were. As if sensing his unease, you came closer and took his hands in yours.

"Go on." You whispered.

"I can't let you go, Y/N. I... You've made me so happy. Even though you give me constant headaches, I wouldn't want it any other way."

"Oh Seonghwa..."

Before he could tell you to let him down easily, he was surprised with your lips pressed onto his. He quickly gathered himself, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, getting lost into the passionate kiss between you.

You pulled away first, and he was about to chase after you, not wanting it to be over, but you placed a finger on his lips.

"I just want to say... I will never leave you. Yes, I love exploring the city, but I've found my home now."

You leaned your forehead onto his.

"You are my home, Seognhwa."

After that, he let you wander off as much as you wanted, because he knew you'd always come back to him.

Yunho

"Hey! Get back here you son of a bitch!"

Yunho never ran so fast in his life before. His legs were about to give out, but thank goodness the dock was close.

You see, he may or may not have gotten into a slight altercation with a merchant.

The man wanted Yunho to pay for the compass, whereas Yunho... Well... Didn't.

Now, he was in a chasing match with said merchant, as well as three of his friends. They were surprisingly slow, and he thought he was in the clear until he bumped into something.

Or more precisely, someone.

The basket you held flew up in the air, and it was raining apples all around.

"I think he went that way boss!" The men were coming closer, and Yunho cursed from his position on the floor. You on the other hand dusted off your skirt before kicking the man in the leg.

"Hey, I'd say you have about five seconds before they catch you, so why don't you hide in my shop?"

His eyes widened, and he quickly got up and followed after you. You ushered him behind the counter and motioned for him to stay quiet.

There was noise outside, and the door of your shop opened.

"Hello there Miss Y/N. You didn't happen to see a mongrel with long legs running around?"

Yunho glanced at you from his crouched position, and you seemed casual enough.

"No, I can't say that I have. Sorry gentlemen."

They grumbled, but soon enough, the shop was enveloped in silence. You glanced outside, seeing them going back where they came from.

"All clear now big boy. You can come out."

Yunho poked his head up, and you chuckled. The tall man gave you a youthful vibe, and the smile on his face made you stop in your tracks.

"That was a close one. Thank you, little lady. I'm sorry about your apples."

You waved him off while he curiously looked around your bookshop.

"Wow, quite a collection. Are you the owner?"

"My father is. I just help around when I can. Now..." You stepped closer to him, examining his handsome features.

"What did you do? That was one hell of a chase."

Yunho laughed, but he stopped abruptly to check his pockets. He let out a sigh of relief as he took the small compass out. He extended his hand and held it over to you.

"Oh, wow. Did you steal it?" You watched as he nodded, expression almost sheepish.

"I didn't bring any money with me, and I know my Captain wouldn't let me go back for it because we're in a hurry, so..."

He trailed off, but you got his point.

"Ahh... I see. Well, in that case you might want to hurry to your ship before Mister Jung finds you."

His eyes widened and he rushed past you towards the door. You were almost sad to see him go.

"Thank you, again. I wish you all the best!"

He was out before you could reply, but you followed after him to watch as he ran down the street, an apple from your basket in his hand as well.

"What a silly boy..."

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It's been about a month since your encounter with the gentle giant, as you called him. You couldn't stop thinking about his handsome face, and it made you sad every time. You figured he was a pirate by the way he dressed, and he only confirmed it when he mentioned his ship.

Your father always knew you were a free spirit, and he was sad you chose to stay in the city and spend your days in the bookstore. He knew you felt uneasy about leaving him, but he couldn't convince you to change your mind. That is, until he found a young man curiously peeking through the shop window.

The tall man came inside, and he could sense his nervousness in the air.

"Hello there... Is... Is the little lady somewhere around here?"

Your father smiled. "Oh, my daughter. She went out to get us some fruit. You're welcome to wait inside."

Yunho nodded, and went over to one of the shelves to browse. It didn't take long for you to return, and you almost dropped the basket of pears you were holding.

"Oh..."

Yunho turned towards you, a big smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there! Long time no see!"

You glanced at your father, and he nodded slightly before smirking. After that, he stood up and went to the back to give you some privacy.

"Yeah, long time... What are you doing here?"

You placed the pears on the counter, offering one to... Well you didn't know his name.

"Well, I... I had to go and settle my debt with Mister Jung. I also..."

He took the fruit from your hand, fingers brushing yours. You looked into each other's eyes, unconsciously coming closer.

"I had to see you again. I know it might sound crazy, but I can't stop thinking about you, little lady."

Yunho leaned in slightly, his voice almost a whisper.

"What's your name? I need to know the name of the girl of my dreams. Mine's Yunho."

"I'm Y/N." You managed to mumble, eyes still fixated on his.

"Say, you two, why don't you go back to our house and start packing Y/N's bags?"

You let out a startled noise, and turned around to look at your father. He was standing behind the counter, a wide smile gracing his features.

"Dad? What..."

"Yunho, I assume you're here to ask my daughter to come with you, is that right? I know how you pirates get."

Yunho stood frozen, surprised at how easily her dad got him figured out. He was right, he did come to ask Y/N to travel with him. His life was on the sea, has been for a long time, but she... She was something he felt was missing.

"I can really go?" You went towards your father, not believing what was happening.

He gently placed his arms around you in a hug, whispering into your ear.

"You were never meant to love a mundane life, my sweetie. Go now, before I become too sentimental."

It wasn't long after that your bags were packed and you were waving at your father from Yunho's ship. As the town you grew up in got smaller, your eyes filled with tears.

A pair of strong arms wrapped themselves around your waist, and a kiss was placed on top of your head.

"Everything okay little lady?"

You turned around in Yunho's embrace, placing your hands on his chest. Without much thought, you got on your tiptoes and placed a soft kiss on his lips. He stood frozen for a moment before his arms tightened around you, deepening the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, you placed your head above his heart, listening to the steady beats.

"Everything is perfect."

Yeosang

Yeosang loved being a pirate. He loved the freedom he had, the laughs he shared with his shipmates, who he now viewed as brothers. He loved everything about his life. Apart from the times they had to wreak havoc in a random town.

They tried to bring justice where they could. Once they found out about groups doing harm on the townspeople, they intervened in no time.

Tonight wasn't any different from their usual agenda, if he excluded you.

They were seated in one of the more problematic bars in town. Hongjoong told them the job was simple - Get in, take out the bad guys, get out. There was one man, Han Sehun, and he was known for intimidating the lower class people into giving him their well earned salaries, as well as harassing women.

That's where you came into the picture. You were working the night shift at the bar tonight, and you hated it every time. Sehun was adamant on making your life hell, but you couldn't complain because you needed the job. Your parents were long gone, and there wasn't anyone in town you were close with.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't notice the handsome men making an entrance. You could tell there was something different about them.

One in particular caught your eyes the most. He had a blonde mullet, and he seemed like the calmest of them all. As if he could sense your eyes on him, he turned his head, but you managed to look away in time.

"Yeosang, stop staring at the pretty lady. You'll scare her." Wooyoung chuckled after pinching Yeosang's cheek.

He swatted his hand away.

"I'm not staring."

Wooyoung smirked. "Sure you aren't."

Without another word, Wooyoung stood up and went over to you. He smiled at you, showing you eight fingers and motioning to their table. You nodded, giving him a thumbs up.

Yeosang was nervous all of the sudden. He knew they were on a mission, so what was Wooyoung doing.

"Relax, Sangie. The pretty lady will bring us some drinks in a second."

Hongjoong pinched his nose.

"Now is not the time for drinking, or staring at girls. Get it together."

Wooyoung held his hands up, and Yeosang remained still. That is, until you came to their table holding a tray with eight beers.

"Here you go boys. Enjoy!"

His mind must be playing tricks on him, because it seemed like your eyes only met his before you went back to the counter.

Before he could dwell on it, Sehun started causing a scene at the bar.

"Oh come on Y/N, when will you give it up? You know I can show you a good time."

"For the last time, please leave me alone."

"Still trying to act tough? Just wait until I fuck the attitude right out of you!"

Yeosang had the sudden urge to march over an fuck up his face, but Hongjoong's glare kept him at bay. They had to wait for the perfect timing, otherwise they would cause a ruckus.

The night went on like this with Sehun's comments getting even worse. Yeosang felt immense relief when he saw Hongjoong nodd, and the plan went into action.

Soon enough, the bar was turned over upside-down. Sehun was in handcuffs, and you were hiding under your counter. The officers would be here any moment, and the boys had to run.

Yeosang glanced at his crewmates as they went down an alley, his chest tightening.

"I have to do something quickly. Meet you at the ship."

"Yeosang!" Their voices were now faded into the background as he re-entered the place they wrecked.

"Hello? Miss?"

You slowly lifted your head from your hiding place, glancing at the handsome man from earlier. You should have known they were pirates, his outfit basically screamed it in your face.

"H-Hi?"

He turned his head towards your voice, a small smile gracing his features.

"There you are. Come out, I won't hurt you."

For some reason, you believed him. After all, they managed to take away your town's biggest problem.

You carefully got up, and he could tell your dress was ripped in some places. Probably got caught in one of the broken tables.

"What do you want?" You asked, voice trembling.

He approached you, paying attention to your body language. You were still apprehensive, but slowly loosening up.

"I'll cut right to the chase. Want to come on a little trip with me?"

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It's been about a month since you took Yeosang up on his offer. You weren't sure what came over you to say yes so quickly, but you felt like he was trustworthy.

Honestly, you didn't have much left in the town, and you felt like you weren't leaving anyone behind. You only gained another family, a bit rowdy, but definitely lovely and supportive.

You also gained something else along the way, and you hoped Yeosang was feeling the same.

"Hey there treasure. What's got your head in the clouds?"

His voice brought you out of your daydream, and you could feel him beside you, gripping the railing. The sea was calmer than usual, giving you a sense of peace.

"Oh, nothing much. Just thinking about you."

Yeosang let out a startled noise.

"M-Me?"

You turned to look at him, noticing the slight blush on his cheeks.

"Yeah, you. I don't think I ever thanked you properly for taking me away from my miserable life."

Yeosang stayed silent, observing your expression. You looked... Happy.

"So, forgive me if I'm reading this wrong, but I just can't hold it in."

Before he could get a word in, you placed a kiss on his cheek, lightly catching his lips. It took him off guard, but he wanted to make sure you knew the feelings were mutual.

So, as you went to pull away, he grabbed your waist and placed a proper kiss on your lips.

You just looked at each other, smiles stretched out from ear to ear.

"I can't hold it in either."

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[anniebeckcalla]

───make it right.

(bf! jaemin x reader) ◦ ₊ wc: 683 ◦ ₊ cw: fluff, slight angst, one use of swearing ◦ ₊ lowercase intended! ◦ ₊ navigation

you curled up in your bed, your head stinging, throat hoarse, and eyes rubbed raw from tears. with the strength of an invalid, you reached a hand out for the box of tissues that sat on your bedside table, only to be met with empty cardboard that sagged under your weight. with a little shriek, you slithered your arm back into your duvet fortress and allowed all hell to break loose as your sobs shook the bedframe.

what was making you feel so sorrowful?

rather…who?

no other than na jaemin, your ex. he was the one who had ended the relationship. “I'm not emotionally ready for a commitment yet,” he'd said, twirling a lock of your hair around his finger as he smiled sympathetically. “you deserve someone who you can love unconditionally.” “i only love you, jaemin,” you had sobbed, to no avail. for the past two weeks, you had made your bed and duvet your new home, refusing to look at your phone and eating nothing but strawberry soft scoop ice cream. your endless crying had forced you to use up all the tissues In your apartment- from the loo roll to the kleenex for visitors.

you didn't know if there was life without jaemin- he was like a part of your soul, the owner of your heart. not for the first time, you wondered what you could have done to make him back away. were you not pretty enough? were you boring? too sensitive? whatever. all you knew was that you were never recovering from this.

as you clutched your aching head, you heard a faint tap on the window. you ignored it, and continued to rock back and forth in vexation. the tap came again, and again. you stopped, uncovering your head, and looked towards the window. before your eyes, a pebble bounced off the glass. fury replaced your demeanour as you hopped out of bed and strode to the window, ready to scream at the cheeky youths who had chosen your house to be the target of a childish game. you opened the windows so hard that they almost flew off their hinges, and glared down, preparing to scream all the swear words you knew.

“you weren't answering the door!”

jaemin looked up, a smile spreading on his face as he raised one hand in a half wave. his other hand was holding a small bouquet of roses. when he saw you looking at them, he tried to conceal them behind his back. “go and do one,” you shouted, your eyes brimming with tears. “is this seriously the best you can do? after abandoning me, you turn up at my doorstep and try to break my windows?”

“y/n, i-” “-you'd have to use something a lot bigger than that, though, so that wasn't a good attempt. if you're here with those flowers to show me that you've already pulled another girl, then you can fuck right off!” a lady walking her dog on the opposite side of the pavement stopped, mouth agape. jaemin glanced behind him and saw her staring. “it's not a show,” he said, gesturing her off. once she'd left, he looked back up at you. “can i explain, please?” he said. you took a deep breath to stable yourself. “if you want to say anything, say it right now.”

jaemin pulled the flowers from behind his back. “i was wrong, y/n. i messed up so badly, and i hurt you. i thought that i wasn't ready for a relationship, but in reality, all i needed was to take some time alone.” he held up the roses. “can we start again, please?” your heart melted into a waxy puddle right then, but your rational self wanted to prove a point. “it's going to take a lot more than an poxy bunch of flowers to get me running back your way.” jaemin opened his arms wide. “then i’ll do whatever it takes to make things right again.” a smile spread across your face.

“alright. i'll be down to open the door in a minute.”

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"We need cash." Two, Soda, Steve, Dallas, Pony, 'n Johnny crowd the living room in a loose circle like mourners at a funeral. Between them, the shattered, stacked, 'n swept together corpse of what had once been their TV.

"We? Ain't my fault it's broken." Dallas kicks at a shard of glass 'n Pony narrows his eyes at him. "Blame it on the kid 'n call it a night."

"Hey!" Pony stomps a foot before he can catch himself, crosses his arms. "It wasn't me!"

Steve scoffs, rolls his eyes. Pony's face darkens murderously. "Was too."

"No, it was not! You were the one who fuckin' threw me!" Soda 'n Two's eyes ping pong back 'n fourth between the two of them.

"Did not! 'N if I did it was only 'cause you started the fight."

"Bullshit!" Pony's voice hits a shrill high note 'n Steve smirks at him, self-satisfied. "I only started it 'cause you were fuckin' callin' me names you asshole."

"Well, I wouldn't have been callin' you names if you hadn't been actin' like a brat." Pony lets out an indignant wail 'n Soda has to fly across the group to snag him by the waist so he doesn't start right back up again.

"Ok, ok. Enough you two." Pony writhes around like a fish on a hook for another moment before Soda jabs him in the ribs 'n he howls but stops fightin'. "This isn't solvin' our problems."

"I don't see how this is an us problem." Dallas tries again, hooks an arm around Johnny's shoulder 'n pulls him close. "I just got here, Johnny wasn't involved, 'n neither was Two. Soda bites the bullet for not stoppin' 'em 'n Darry can string the idiots up as he so pleases. What's the problem?"

Steve 'n Pony both turn on him, united for the first time that afternoon, fingers pointed 'n accusin'. "'Cause Two was bettin' on us-"

"Hey! Look, all's fair 'n love 'n war or whatever they say. Nobody asked ya to start rumblin' in the livin' room of all places."

"Yeah, 'n Darry'll love to hear that." Steve grabs his hip, wags a finger in a pretty damn passin' imitation of Darry. "Two-Bit Mathews you're how old now? Glory God almighty when are you gonna get any sense- OW!" Steve hollers at the comic Two's rolled up 'n thumped him over the head with.

"Ok, Ok fine. But I wasn't fuckin' bettin' against myself!" Two glares pointedly at Soda who rocks back 'n forth on his heels, suddenly findin' the floor real interestin'.

"Soda!" Steve stops nursin' his head to glare at Soda with wide eyes.

"Hey! Look! I'm sorry!" He blinks, tries his best tip-earnin' grin. "It was all on you, Stevie."

"SODA!" Pony whips on him quick as quick, quiverin' with as much indignance 'n outrage a fourteen-year-old can manage. Soda swallows back a snort, grabs Pony's face in his hands. "I'm sorry-"

"Well. Tough shit for y'all. But I don't see what this has to do with me or Johnny 'n I'm of the mind to beat it before Darry gets home 'n raises hell."

"Uh, Dal." Johnny clears his throat 'n tries to ignore the pointed stares of the rest of the gang hot on his face, runs a hand up the back of his neck, blows out a long breath. "IhadfiftycentsonPonyboy."

"Johnny!" Dallas drops him but doesn't sound half as annoyed as he does impressed.

"Well at least someone was in my corner-" Pony shoots Soda an aggravated glance 'n Soda throws his hands up placatingly.

"Yeah, speakin' of which." Two whips his hand out, palm up, 'n makes a grabbin' motion. Both Soda 'n Johnny huff but reach in their pockets 'n pull out quarters, dumpin' into Two's waitin' hands. He hoots his laughter 'n shoves the dollars' worth of change into his pants.

"Wait, who were you bettin' on Two?" Steve crosses his arms at the same time Pony plunks his hands on his hips, both glarin' accusingly.

"Me? I wasn't playin' for neither of ya! I bet y'all were gonna break somethin'!" Two cracks himself up, howlin'. It doesn't last for long 'n Pony 'n Steve turn succinctly on him, draggin' him down to the floor 'n landin' jabs wherever they can reach.

"Good lord. Well, y'all have fun with that one. I'm peelin' outta here."

"Oh no you don't." Soda catches one hand deftly in the collar of Dallas' jacket as he turns to leave, hefts him back. "You even think about wormin' outta this I'll tell Darry about that time you smoked all that pot 'n threw up 'n I had to carry a bowl a soup down to Buck's for your scrawny ass."

"Yeah, or that time you got picked up for shopliftin' 'n when the cops called I picked up the phone 'n never told Dar." Steve pauses in his onslaught of Two-Bit to throw his hat in the ring. The moment he's not focused Two wriggles out, flips him easily onto his back.

"Or that one time with Tim-"

"OK. Goddamn! No wonder Darry's goin' grey. Y'all are enough to send a man to an early grave." Dallas scowls 'n throw his hands up, shakin' Soda off. "So what now?"

"Now we need cash." Two says plaintively 'n they all stare down at the wreckage again.

"Ok. Thanks, genius." Steve rolls his eyes, clambers back to his feet, offers Pony his hand 'n hauls him up. "What are we lookin' at here? Like what? Twenty bucks?"

"Twenty bucks? Steve, what world do you live on where a TV is twenty goddamn bucks?" Dallas toes at the the box 'n it sparks. "Jesus Christ, none of you unplugged it? Hurry up 'n yank the plug out before we gotta by Dar a new house too."

Both Soda 'n Johnny dive for the cord 'n Johnny pulls up at the last second so they don't crack their heads together.

"So what, like fifty?" Pony 'n Soda exchange a glance, avert their eyes.

"Uh, try more like eighty, man." Soda plops down on his ass, looks desolately at the hunk of plastic 'n glass again.

"EIGHTY? Guys. We're dead. More than dead. Dar's gonna kill us, bury us, 'n then dig us back up again." Steve chews at his thumbnail, paces quick back 'n forth.

"Naw, Steve. Be realistic." Two grins, stuffs his hands into his pockets. "He'd never go through all that work for us. I think just killin' us the first time around'll do it."

Pony groans, presses both his palms into his eyes 'n collapses back into the armchair. "Not funny, Two."

"Aw, not even a lil-" He's cut off by the throw pillow Steve beams at his head, hittin' him square in the face.

"Man focus. We got cash, right?" Dallas refocuses the room, looks at them each in turn. The silence is answer enough, the celin', floor, 'n walls becomin' real fascinatin'. "Man, y'all've got to be jokin'. Steve, don't you have some money from the DX or your da put away?"

"Uh, well, no. Not really. Kinda, uh, lost it. All." He twiddles the bottom of his vest between his fingers, refuses to look up.

"Whatta ya mean lost it?"

"Look you lose one goddamn drag 'n suddenly everyone's crawlin' up your ass! How was I supposed to know that? 'N hey, what about you, Two? I don't hear you offerin' anythin' up."

"Ha! What money? I didn't have anythin' to start with don't look at me. Ask Soda, he's employed."

Soda throws his hands up guiltily. "Don't look over here. I got six bucks to my good name."

"Yeah, good 'n broke-" Soda pulls a face 'n kicks Dallas hard in the shin before he can duck outta the way.

"Where'd your paycheck go, Soda?" Johnny prods at him with his foot 'n Soda playfully catches it, yanks at him.

"Hey, I keep the lights on in this place!"

"And the rest of it?" Johnny pulls back 'n, when he realizes Soda ain't lettin' up, reaches down to jab at the ticklish spot on Soda's ribs.

"What? A man can't be afforded a lil' fun?" Soda yowls 'n drops his foot, wrigglin' backwards to get away. "How was I supposed to know a guitar was twenty-five bucks?"

"Soda!" Pony's jaw drops open. "You can't even play!"

"Hey! Yet! Gimme some credit! Plus I don't wanna hear anythin' from mister no job over there." Soda crosses his arms dramatically but he's grinnin' the whole way 'n all of them know he doesn't mean it.

"That ain't fair! Darry won't let me get a job. 'Course I don't got no goddamn money. Look at Dal. He's got a job!"

"First of all, I didn't even break the fuckin' TV. Second of all, how much money I got is none of your damn business." Dallas scowls, turns his nose up. Steve groans, drops down to the couch with his head in his hands.

"God so we're all broke."

"Hey-!"

"Shut up, Dal." Two cuts him off 'n Dallas' shifts his glare, damn near murderous. "Johnny Cakes?" He tries, weakly hopeful.

"Uh, I got three bucks." Soda quirks an eyebrow up 'n Johnny plops his hands on his hips.

"Where did you-"

"Ya gonna ask questions or are ya gonna take it?" Soda studies him for a moment, arms crossed still 'n doin' a cartoonish impression of a fussin' hen.

"Boys, we got a real hood among us here today." He hoots 'n Johnny kicks him in the hip, both of them still howlin'. "So that brings us up to, what?"

"Uh, nine bucks. Ten if someone can wrestle that change outta Two's pocket." Pony leans forward, elbows on his knees, 'n sizes Two up like he stood even a single chance.

"Man. I want lillies at my funeral. Can I put that out there? Should we do last rites now or-"

"Aw, hush up, Steve. Look, we just gotta scrape together a little money before Dar gets back. We can get, uh, what was it?" Soda frowns, counts absently on his fingers.

"Seventy more bucks." Pony dead pans 'n Soda's self-assured smile wavers a bit.

"C'mon, that's nothin'! We just gotta put our heads together." Soda climbs to his feet, rubs his hands together in thought. "How do we get our hands on some quick cash?"

Dallas 'n Two open their mouths 'n Soda throws out an accusin' finger to each of them. "'N nobody's doin' nothin' illegal 'cause if Dar has to pick one of us from the station before he comes home to no TV he's gonna start inventin' cruel 'n unusual punishments, y'hear?"

Dallas rolls his eyes 'n mutters 'n Two nods absently in agreement but they both don't offer any other ideas. "Anythin' else?"

"Uh, pawn shop?" Pony offers.

"Yeah, great idea, Pone. Anyone have any expensive jewelry they've been keepin' back?" Steve drawls, dryly, apparently resigned to his fate.

"Well, it ain't mine but I got, uh, a Singer we could sell." Dallas leans back in the doorway, waits for the onslaught of questions. They don't disappoint.

"A Singer? Dal, you've been watchin' me hafta hand hem 'n you had a Singer?" Soda howls, goes to kick him in the shin again but Dallas is prepared this time 'n dodges it.

"Where the hell did you get a Singer-?"

"Why-?"

"Look! It was Sylvie's, right? When I kicked her out she didn't get the chance to take it or nothin'. It ain't mine." He throws his hands up defensively, eyes Soda still standin' close enough to wallop him if he decided to. Soda glares back like he's still makin' up his mind about goin' for round two.

"Aw, man. We can't pawn off Sylvie's stuff." Johnny backs outta the way as Soda decides to give it another go 'n jabs at Dallas. "She mighta been a lil' mean but she don't deserve to have her shit sold off."

"The bitch- Soda get offa me- two-timed me? Remember?" Dallas knocks Soda's hands deftly away 'n Soda sneaks in on more solid kick before retreatin'.

"Oh, yeah." Johnny rocks back 'n forth on his heels, still clearly uncomfortable with the whole idea.

"Maybe Soda 'n Steve could pick up some extra shifts for a bit?" Pony tries again, clearly not as willin' as Steve to lie down 'n take his medicine.

"Yeah, another winner, Pone. 'N when Darry comes home to no TV tonight?" Steve scowls at him 'n Pony glares back, the two still dangerously close to another all-out scrap.

"Well, at least I'm comin' up with somethin'."

"Doesn't help if it's all stupid-"

"Alright you two, knock it off. We can't afford to have to buy anythin' else y'all broke 'cause y'all can't keep your traps shut." Two cuts in 'n they both round on him, glarin'.

"Look who's talkin'!" Steve mutters 'n Two grins 'n flips him off.

The laughter 'n bickerin' trail off, lapsin' into silence again. Each lookin' guiltily at the disaster, eyein' each other. "Well, uh, is anyone not above beggin'?" No one says anythin' 'n Two clicks his teeth, nods. "Yeah, didn't think so."

"Hey, guys." Six heads turn to look at Pony, suddenly ashen 'n lookin' past them up at the clock in the kitchen. "Is this a bad time to tell y'all Dar told me to tell y'all he'd be home early this afternoon?"

"Pony." Steve flies to his feet, grabs Pony by his shoulders. "How early?"

Somehow, Pony manages to pale even further. "Uh. In like. An hour?"

As if it had heard, the TV hisses, flashes, lets out one final death rattle 'n falls silent so it's just the seven of them, eyein' each other like men at the gallows.

"Dallas?" Johnny gives himself a shake, grabs his jacket from the back of the sofa.

"Yeah, man?"

"Let's get your girlfriend's stuff."

[theflashdriver]

Summer in Winter (A Silvaze + Sonamy Fanfic)

The soggy splash of a boot disappearing into wintery slush sent a fresh chill down Amy Rose' spine. She could see Tails' workshop up ahead, she'd almost made it the whole way without freezing herself to the bone, only to stumble during the final steps. Her fists clenched, her brow hardened, but the pink hedgehog pushed forward despite the disgust. She was on the cusp of freedom from this icy nightmare, she couldn't let the cold stop her now!

Every winter she thought it would be different, that finally she'd spend the early nights by an open fire with hot chocolate in hand and her beloved by her side... but each and every time, her fantasies had revealed themselves to be delusions. No matter how she tried to deny it, Amy was a Summer girl. She longed for the warm touch of sun on her skin, the taste of strawberry ice cream, and, more than almost anything, getting to go out without freezing her toes off!

Her teeth were chattering as she hiked the last steps of the hill, why did it have to be so wet?! Around her wasn't the winter wonderland she longed for yearly, but a world claimed by grey sludge where icy spittle and frozen winds endlessly threatened to throw the hood from her head. The world simply refused to grant her the delicate tumble of snowflakes, caught on gentle winds; enough to prompt Sonic to pull her close rather than complain about being wet.

Arriving at the workshop's doorstep, the pink hedgehog kicked her heels against the thick metal wall. She patted herself down, wiping wet snow from her puffer jacket, before adjusting the bag at her side. Today she would wait no longer for that perfect winter day; today they would escape to a land of Summer!

Amy burst through the door only to be met with a room just as cold as the outdoors. Sonic and Knuckles were sat on opposite ends of a couch, bickering and kicking as both tried to lounge. Nearby, a young yellow fox was tinkering with a large ring made from metal and attached through various wires to a purple emerald on a plinth.

"Tails, is it ready?" The pink hedgehog immediately asked, gripping her elbows as a fresh shiver rocked her core, "I need out of this cold. Now!"

"Chill Amy," She could hear the smirk in Sonic's tone, "Everything's cool."

"That's the problem, and you know it," Amy huffed at him, "If you'd just kept me warm I wouldn't have had to turn to such a dramatic course of action. We could be all huddled up, sipping hot chocolate, but-

"You know he wouldn't sit still for that Amy. He's been antsy all week, running in and out of the wet," Knuckles cut her off, "Every time he shows up he looks even more pathetic, soaked to the bone and sneezing."

"At least I have the sense to come back inside," Sonic snapped back, "How long were you sat up on your island, letting yourself freeze? It's a good thing Rouge caught you when she did."

"I've toughed it out before!" The echidna hissed.

"Yes, and I'm sure you've enjoyed it every time," Amy strode across the room, waving the duo to separate, "Budge."

Their limbs untangled and Amy took her spot between the boys, setting her bag on her lap. Looking to her left, she found the Knuckles had brought a small green sack on a pole down from the island with him. A glance to her right showed the Sonic had nabbed a towel from Tails rather than bring his own; an inflatable ring was already around his waist. Neither of them looked nearly as prepared as she was.

"It's almost done Amy," Tails called from the midst of his toiling, "This is delicate work. If things are off, even just a little, we could end up anywhere; we could even teleport to the wrong dimension."

"I know Tails, but I've been looking forward to this all week. I can't wait a minute longer," Catching Sonic slouching, the cunning girl slipped an arm around his shoulders and a hand onto his chest, "Well, at least I've got my darling Sonic to keep me warm in the meantime."

"Amy, you're soaking!" He was so quick to fluster, "Freezing too!"

"That's because you haven't been keeping me warm," She singsonged back at him, leaning in closer still, "Let's make up for lost time."

"Do you two have to flirt right next to me?" The guardian shuffled further away.

"We're not flirting; she's crushing me! Knuckles, help!" Sonic foolishly called aloud.

"You did this to yourself, it's karma," Amy fizzed, "If you'd just come when I called, you'd be warm all year."

The heat radiating from the blue blur was undeniable, "If I came on those dates I'd be boiling all year, you'd be wrapped around me twenty-four seven."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Amy teased further, "We both know you'd enjoy-

A knock at the door prompted Knuckles to stand, "That'll be Cream and Vanilla, I'll leave you lovebirds to get cosy."

"Knuckles, don't leave me," Sonic whimpered.

"Don't worry, I'm still here my darling," Amy relaxed, pulling back just a little to claim some of Knuckles' vacated space, "I'm surprised you agreed to come to the beach, daring to wander so close to the ocean... it's because I'll be by your side, isn't it?"

"Better warm and wet than cold and wet," He snorted, "Besides, it's a new place to run."

"I suppose I might join you," Amy batted her eyes, "If you'll take me for ice cream afterwards."

"As long as you don't expect me to join you in the sea," Without Knuckles to mock him, the blue blur seemed to have relaxed a little, "Your bag's way too full, you must have something planned."

"Some of us need more to get by than a stolen towel," Amy huffed, poking the inner tube around his gut, "And a floaty, of course."

"Hey now, Tails designed this. It's a life preserver, not a floaty," Sonic feigned offence.

"Floaty,"Amy repeated, sticking out her tongue at him.

"When I have to swim out to save you, you'll see just how useful it is," He fake huffed.

"You say that like anything involving your belly-donut could be classed as swimming," She poked the tube once more for emphasis.

"Miss Amy!" A familiar call and the sound of footsteps pulled Amy from her teasing.

"Cream, Vanilla!" Amy beamed, "You made it!"

The rabbit pair looked to have been about as drenched as Amy, with slushy splats on their warm looking trench coats and dripping from their boots. They were plainly better prepared than Sonic and Knuckles, a full looking duffle bag was slung over the older rabbit's shoulder. If Amy had forgotten anything, she could certainly count on Vanilla.

"We were snowed in this morning, I had to call the Chaotix," Vanilla informed the room, beating the winter off of her coat, "I invited them, but Vector insisted that they'd deice the entire house... I'll have to bring them back some sort of reward..."

"I'm sure he's already regretting that choice," Sonic smirked at Amy knowingly, "I'm surprised Charmy didn't tag along."

"He was really enjoying himself in the snow," Cream explained, "Mister Espio didn't look so happy, but he said something about mastering discipline and self-control. He was meditating in the garden with an icicle hanging off of his horn..."

"He'll miss seeing Silver then," Knuckles commented through chittering teeth, "Tails, are we ready?"

"Almost..." With a loud clunk the purple emerald started to glow, "There! That should do it!"

With a spark and a swirl the ring first filled with flickering purple light before stabilising. While no visual of the other side was provided, the sound of waves splashing immediately filled the space. With a deep breath through a cold and slightly snotty nose, Amy immediately recognised the salty scent of the sea.

"The dimensional tunnel is secure, we're good to go!" The fox announced.

"And not a moment too soon!" Faster than even Sonic could rise, Amy leapt for the portal.

The transition was instantaneous, in less than a blink she went from shivering in a freezing shed atop a hillside to sweating in her heavy coat. It was all perfect- the warmth of the sun, the sound of the sea! Ahead of her stretched bright yellow sand sand and perfect aquamarine ocean all the way to the horizon. There was barely a cloud in the sky, scarcely a breeze in the air, and only a handful of confused looking koala onlookers.

Amy threw off her jacket and kicked off her boots as she dashed across the sands, fully acclimatising. Revealed beneath the former were the shoulder straps of a swimsuit she'd managed to pick up cheap during the winter. The one piece was styled like an inverted strawberry, with a leaf green miniskirt obscuring her upper thighs. Immediately she felt that warm summer comfort she'd so desperately sought; vitamin D at last!

"Blaze? Silver! Are you guys here?" Amy called across the beach, scanning the horizon.

"Wrong way, Amy!" A familiar voice called from behind.

She turned back to the portal just in time to see the others emerge, while a certain white furred psychic poked his head around the warbling disk of purple energy. The pink hedgehog rushed back, zooming past her friends once more. Before the hedgehog could react she'd pulled him into a hug, grasping low to ensure that she hoisted him off the ground.

"A-Amy, it's me, Silver!" The time-traveller wheezed, "Sonic's over there!"

"I know you big oaf, I'm not that blind! It's just been so long," She went from teasing to serious in a blink, still holding him, "While I've been freezing in the present, I see that you've been sunning it up in another dimension."

Silver's usually sun kissed muzzle was a full shade darker than she recalled, surely owing to time spent by the beach. His quills were pulled back into a neat ponytail, but they were almost certainly shorter than when Amy had last seen them. Those differences aside, the flip-flops he was wearing and the unbuttoned mint-green mini-coconut covered shirt were the real smoking gun- just how long had he lingered in this dimension?

"I've only been back for a couple of days, honest!" He professed.

"A likely story,"Amy chided, setting him down, "How's Blaze doing?"

"She's fine," He'd answered much too quickly, did Amy detect a hint of panic? "We set up a little further off, we brought some longing chairs and drinks and stuff down from the palace- but, I take it we shouldn't leave the portal alone," Now he was rambling, "I'll go grab her and the stuff!"

The hedgehog quickly flew off, fleeing the pink hedgehog's inquisitive gaze. Amy had concocted a rather fantastical view of the pair's partnership- ever since she'd learned that the two got along and that he frequented her reality, the thought of them sharing romantic rendezvous in the quiet depths of the palace had rather solidified in the romantic's brain. Already her sixth sense was was buzzing; something more than aesthetic had changed since she last saw Silver...

"Amy, don't tell me you scared him off already," Sonic teased from behind her.

As the pink hedgehog turned back she couldn't stop herself from laughing. To accompany his floating donut, the hedgehog had slipped into a pair of blaze orange inflatable armbands. As if that wasn't bad enough, a set of flippers had taken the place of his shoes and a snorkel was strapped to his forehead.

She fake swooned against his shoulder, "Every time I see you, you're more handsome, my darling."

"Laugh it up," He retorted, "I've seen this world's tropical storms, I'm not taking any chances- the last time one caught me I woke up on the shore," Sonic turned his attention to the sea, "I wonder if Marine's nearby..."

"She's going to show me how to surf!" Cream appeared around Sonic's side, kitted out in a full wetsuit.

"And I'm certain she'll have new ships to show us," Tails concurred, currently in the process of setting up a cone barrier around the portal- to prevent anyone accidentally falling into a much colder reality.

"It sounds like you all have full days planned," Vanilla emerged, having folded her coat away to reveal a beautiful white sundress, "I think I'll just catch some rays for now."

"If you wouldn't mind sitting by the portal, I'd really appreciate it," Tails chirped, "I was going ask Knuckles to guard it but..."

The fox had gestured out to sea- a set of tussled red quills could be seen occasionally breaching above the water, following the pattern of an intense butterfly stroke. The calmness of the waves meant that he was making good headway, soon he was little more than a speck on the horizon. He knew this was a nation of islands, didn't he? Perhaps he planned to swim to one and back? Well, working out atop a frigid Angel Island must have been difficult- maybe this was the first chance he'd got to train in a while...

"I'm more than willing to fill in until he's back," She smiled, before nonchalantly stating, "Ah, here come some flying chairs."

A swarm of deck chairs, made from dark wood with white fabric seating, were sailing their way across the sky in a cyan psychic sheen. One by one they descended to land on the sands surrounding the portal, arriving like highly convenient meteorites. Accompanying them descended Silver, carrying a large trough filled with ice and bottled drinks, and a grill to barbecue over with various equipment.

"Good morning," A new yet familiar voice sounded from one of the landed chairs behind Amy, "I'm glad to see you all arrived unscathed."

Lounging as if she'd always been sat there was Blaze the cat with a book in hand. She was wearing a sundress not dissimilar to Vanilla's, though a broad sunhat topped her head. Her garb was a warm mustard colour and, based on the thick dark straps on her shoulders, she'd done the logical thing of wearing a swimsuit underneath. A set of dark sunglasses sat on the edge of her nose, completing the outfit.

"Blaze, it's so good to see you again!" Amy beamed, pulling the cat into a hug, "It's been so long!"

"Likewise," Her tone was professional as ever, but Amy felt her briefly return the cuddle before she was released, "Feel free to make yourselves at home; the forecast is as perfect as we could have hoped for."

"I'm glad to hear it," Sonic approved, "And good to see you're doing better with heights now, nice show with the chairs Silver!"

"Oh that was nothing, you should see Blaze soar! We've been flying a lot lately," Silver began to retell with a grin, "There are some brilliant views out across the islands. Just last week we made it out to-

"I can speak for myself, Silver," Amy caught the hedgehog grimacing as Blaze suddenly interrupted,"But yes, I'm much more comfortable with heights now, I've been spending time to overcome that failing."

"Well, uh," Even Sonic looked perplexed at Blaze's utter frankness, "That's great, congrats!"

An awkward silence spread amongst the group, punctuated only by the lapping of waves and Tails continuing to place his barrier around the portal. Something was going on, as Amy's drama detector was ringing she caught the eye of a perturbed Vanilla. Blaze's attention seem to have dropped back to her book while Silver was tugging at his chest fur, neither were looking at the other!

Were they fighting? Was that allowed? What would they even fight over? Amy's imagined late night visits through bedroom balcony windows were quickly turning to dust!

"I'm going to go a walk and pick up some driftwood for the barbecue, does anyone want to tag along?" Silver cut the quiet, resting a hand on the grill.

"Sounds like it'll keep me out of the water, count me in," Sonic offered.

Silver's head cocked to the right, "You've got all that on, but you're not going to swim?"

"It's in case he gets swept out to sea," Amy answered, "I'll come too, to help keep him grounded."

As the white and blue pair started to head off, Amy quickly threw a pleading glance to Vanilla. The mother rabbit rolled her eyes but gave an understanding nod. She was willing to act as the portal's bodyguard and the romantic's spy at the same time! With a mouthed thank you Amy rushed to catch up with her fellow hedgehogs.

"Some of Marine's ships wrecked off the coast near here, so there's usually some good wood around..." Silver said, quickly seeming to catch himself, "Oh, that sounds bad, she's fine! Blaze makes sure at least one of us always with her when she's testing a new vessel and usually they don't crash... most of the time."

"She's still up to her old tricks then," Sonic chuckled, "Cream and Tails are excited to see her again."

"I think she'll be around shortly, she wanted to make a big show of her arrival," Silver recalled, "Expect a big boat and maybe some kind of explosion," The psychic forewarned, squinting at the horizon, "Oh, that looks like a big chunk of boat over there! It looks pretty familiar."

As the trio made their way over, Amy couldn't help but notice that Silver was still tugging at his chest fur. He'd found this task to busy himself but still his mind was elsewhere. Had he left it behind with the rest of the group; was he dwelling on one person in particular? As they arrived at the flotsam he did pull himself from a daydream enough to psychically tug a great portion of wood away from the water's edge and to their feet.

"Amy, would you like do the honours?" Sonic proposed.

"Scared you'll pop a floaty?" She snorted, manifesting her hammer with no more than a gesture and slamming it down, "Marine built this thing tough, I'm surprised it wrecked."

The wood had splintered but not broken, "Yeah, she was pretty proud of this one. I think she crashed it trying to set some kind of ocean speed record using wind alone. Naturally that meant going out in a storm. The whole thing flipped and we had to bail. Must have bounced off a bad wave- it felt like we'd hit something."

"Did she break the record?" Of course Sonic asked that; she cut off the time traveller's answer with another hammer swing.

"So, Silver," A section broke free with her third strike, "How's life in this dimension? You've been visiting for a while, right? You must be a local by now."

"I guess I sort of am yeah, with the future always in flux it's nice to have somewhere stable to sleep," He recalled aloud, psychically separating the section she'd chipped off.

"Oh? Where do you stay while you're here?" He'd taken the bait, he was on the hook, "With Marine, or?"

"There's a guest room in the palace I usually use. It started like all the others, but," He seemed to catch himself, his hand returned to his chest fur, "It's been redecorated a bit."

"You seem like the kind of person who'd own a lava lamp," Sonic stupidly snickered, "Am I right?"

Amy pulled back for another swing, "I'm sure Silver has enough sense-

"Two," It was a good thing that Silver interrupted, "No, wait, three now. I found another in the last future I visited."

Sonic's smug grin would have been cute if he wasn't distracting from Amy's investigation, "I guess you must see more of Blaze than almost anyone else then, right?"

The scandalous implication drew a raised brow from Sonic, while Silver still tugged at his fur, "She's usually busy with her duties and meetings; almost everything she does has to be scheduled, even today."

"Ah, but what about the early mornings and evenings?" Amy's hammer came smashing down once more, "I suppose that's when you found time to give Blaze some flying lessons."

"We might have found some hours around sunset when things aren't too busy," He finally admitted, "It's not a common thing though."

"Right, of course. Not a common thing," Amy agreed, continuing to hammer.

That was proof enough, the two had absolutely been dating- Amy was convinced, but something must have changed recently. Maybe rumours of their relationship had spread and Silver's lowborn status, let alone him not being a citizen, had proven too great a faux pas than the public could accept. Perhaps some shady suitor had proposed an alliance too bountiful for Blaze to deny, resulting in the cat sacrificing her relationship with Silver for the good of her people. Their split could have even owed to a combination of the two; with distinct perspectives surely weighing on them so thoroughly!

"Woah, Amy, I think that's enough!" Lost in her thoughts, she'd rather gone wild on the remains of the ship- rendering a chunk into splinters.

"It's okay, kindling is important to get the fire going," Silver responded, casting psychic light over the larger chunks, "If you guys handle that, I'll bring the big bits back to the barbecue."

"You got it," Sonic swept up some sticks in his arms, careful to keep the pointed ends away from his inflatables.

Amy gathered some kindling too, banishing her hammer, but caught the blue blur's eyes in hers as she did so. With a nod of her head, Sonic caught her drift. Soon the two of them had slipped away from Silver as he gathered, wandering ahead and just out of earshot.

"What do you know about the political situation here? Do you think Blaze sees many suitors..." The pink hedgehog asked, only to be met by a thoroughly perplexed frown.

"Amy, we're here to have fun and relax," Sonic sighed, "Don't work yourself into some kind of investigation. When we planned today, I was sure you were going to focus on-

Dropping more than a few sticks, Amy pushed a finger to his lips, "What if there's some law that princess can't marry a non-citizen! Could she overturn it?"

"You don't even know that they're a couple, let alone on the verge of getting married," The speedster groaned.

"Oh, I know that they're not a couple now, but they certainly have been and more than likely will be again," Amy insisted, "You're not seeing the full picture. If such a law exists, and she can't overturn it, then she could never be seen with him. The impropriety it would imply is simply too scandalous..."

"You've been watching too many movies," He tutted, "Let's just dump the firewood and then you can try to drag me out to sea," She could hear from his tone, Sonic knew she wasn't listening, "Come on, you came all this way in a swimsuit. It'd be a waste not to splash around a little."

"Perhaps later," By the sound of psychic whirring, she could hear Silver catching up, "For now, I've got an informant to meet with."

While Cream and Tails had moved on to create sandcastles, the former with traditional tools while the latter seemed to have brought some kind of mini-excavator for the task. Where once his barriers were only served to protect the portal, they now also cordoned off a sand focused building site. Regardless, Amy found Vanilla and Blaze still lazing on their chairs. She needed a method to separate the older rabbit and cat...

"Mister Silver!" Was Cream about to create an opportunity? "Can you use your power to create sandcastles?"

"I don't think I've never tried," The hedgehog set down the broken chunks of ship, "Maybe later we can give it a shot Cream, I need to set up the-

"I can set up the barbecue, go have fun," Amy waved him off, taking head position above the grill.

"You're sure?" Silver blinked, "It's really no problem, I can-

"I insist, I've barely brought anything to share, it's the least I can do," Amy pushed, ignoring Sonic's rolled eyes and shooting a look to Vanilla.

"Oh, ok," Silver accepted, "Thanks!"

The mother managed to avoid Amy's stare for almost a full minute before finally rising. She started to slink her way over, looking just a little frustrated. To disguise the clandestine effort the pink hedgehog quickly stacked a few of Sonic's kindling sticks into a small pile beneath the grill. By the time Amy popped back up Vanilla was looking over her, practically blocking out the sun.

"Miss Rose, is there something you wish to discuss?" The mother sweetly asked.

"Oh, you know," Amy tried to lean casually on the barbecue, "I was just wondering how our mutual friend is doing?"

"We didn't speak much, she seemed a little tense," That was unsurprising, "It's difficult to tell where she's looking, those glasses are too dark, but she was barely reading. I think she was watching you all instead..."

"Not all of us, just one..." Amy hypothesised aloud, as she quickly remembered she should have been building a pyre, "Did she mention anything strange?"

"No. We just talked about her schedule, the poor dear really is being run ragged," With a sigh, the rabbit's tone shifted to become somewhat more serious, "I think we should just let her relax and people watch if she wants."

"I promise I won't bother her," Amy got her message, still stacking wood, "I just need to get to the bottom of this."

"Need to, or want to?" Vanilla's motherly tone retained a hint of ice

"Both,"Amy squeaked, before realising she didn't have any matches, "Um, Blaze- can you shoot us a light?"

The feline didn't respond, Amy followed the approximate angle of her sunglasses lenses only to estimate she staring at something quite marvellous. In the brief time that Amy had semi-successfully stocked the grill, the psychic had proven that his powers did indeed work on sand. Between that effort, Tails' excavator, and Cream's sandcastle creating experience, the three had rapidly shaped what could only be described as a grand palace.

Columns of sand with toothed tops reached for the sky, each of them carved and stylised to give the appearance of brickwork and bearing shield shaped windows. At the centre stood a great square building, evidently strong enough to hold the weight of Tails' excavator as he shaped decorative features on what was supposed to be the roof. Currently he seemed to be styling something of a rooftop garden made of sand? Perhaps it was set to be decorated with shells...

Atop the closest spire were Silver and Cream, the former's hands still aglow. On the advice of the young rabbit, he was still expanding the palace grounds. The sand beneath the pink hedgehog smoothed and patterned itself with no more than a wave from him, taking on the appearance of hexagonal cobblestone. As she watched the pattern spread, her eyes were drawn back to the feline- now she was certain the cat was focused on her psychic companion.

"Blaze!" Amy called louder.

The feline flinched as if snapping out a daydream, flipping a page of her book before quickly turning to Amy.

She gestured to the grill, "Would you mind?"

Wordlessly, the cat snapped her fingers and sent a spark tracing across the sands. With no more than a point she guided the ember to bounce to and fro before making a final leap into the pile of wood at the base of the grill. As the flame enlarged Amy curtsied, receiving a sitting bow from the princess in response. The cat looked down to her book but, shortly after Amy had drawn some skewers from the barbecue equipment, her gaze seemed to have raised once more- had she and her beloved locked eyes?

"Hey, Blaze! Do you want..." The hedgehog seemed to catch himself, Amy swore she saw him grimace as Blaze flipped another pack of her book, "Never mind, we're fine!"

A glance back to Blaze revealed that her tail was sweeping up a sandstorm, had that always been the case? What had he wanted to ask her? What was going on between them?! Before awkwardness could claim reality once more, the blare of a foghorn filled the air.

"It's Marine!" Cream called out, waving out to sea from on high.

"About time," Sonic sounded from over Amy's shoulder.

Somehow, Amy had forgotten that her hero was stood right there and that he'd surely overheard her clandestine rendezvous with Vanilla. Come to think of it, he hadn't quite taken to the summery island in the way Amy had anticipated. She'd rather expected him to act like Knuckles had, only a good bit more landlocked.

"Oh darling," Amy fluttered her eyelashes, "Would you mind taking over on the grill? I haven't seen Marine in so very long..."

"Are you really going to abandon me again to meet up with one of your spies," Sonic huffed, "In your hands, Marine will practically be a double agent."

"Well, you can be my eyes and ears on land," Amy cooed, before realising, "Are you jealous?"

"What? Me? No," He said, like a very jealous hedgehog.

"We've got plenty of time, my love," She stepped away from him, only to look back over her shoulder in the most theatrical way possible, "I'm sure we'll have time for a swimming lesson before the sun sets..."

With no more than a teasing wave, the pink rascal slipped away from her beloved to round the castle. She regained her view of the sea just in time to see a puff of smoke and hear a detonation. Launched as if from a canon, skirting upon the ocean's surface like a thrown stone, was the shape of a small form clinging to a surfboard. Rather than riding the waves properly, the figure skimmed back and forth- creating sprays of froth with each bounce. It was only as the form drew close that Amy realised it would not stop in time- a surfer shaped torpedo was about to crash into the sandy palace!

Psychic energy thrummed above, generating a cyan glow upon the sands. Amy watched as the earth at the water's edge rose and fell, creating a series of bumpy waves reaching out to sea. One by one they cushioned the incoming surfer, gently lowering her speed until she came to an inevitable splashing halt by the shore's edge.

Amy looked up to the psychic, "Did you know you could do that?"

"Yes?" He didn't sound at all certain.

"Sorry I'm late, mates!" Marine so casually chirped from upon the water, "Strewth, that castle is almost as big as yours Blaze!"

The overexcited raccoon seemed to entirely ignore Silver's saving her life- instead rushing around to greet everyone with her usual overenthusiastic glee. She was dressed in what could best be described as a midpoint between pirate cosplay and a wetsuit, plainly of her own design judging by it's mixture of bright green and orange shades. As Silver sent Cream down to say her hellos, Amy seized the opportunity to grab the rabbit youngster by the shoulder.

"Cream," Amy leaned down close, "Do you know what Silver was going to ask Blaze? When you two were up on top of the castle?"

"Oh, he suggested making a statue of her to go with the palace. He was going to ask her to do a pose he could copy," The youngster answered, "Then he remembered, she's really focused on her reading- she doesn't want to be interrupted until it's done."

The youngster was released to bounce around with Marine. How very suspicious, why would that give him pause? The cat wasn't reading, she'd been staring at him the whole time. Her reading couldn't possibly be the reason he'd changed course, had he forgotten something else? Was he avoiding her?

"Alright, time for surfing lessons and showing off," Marine boldly announced, returning to the water's edge, "Tails, Cream- hop on board!"

"I think that surfboard's only built for one, maybe two at most, Marine," Tails called out, still working on the castle, "I'll come see the ship later, you two have fun!"

"My boards can totally handle up to eight real heavy folks," The raccoon fumed, plopping down on her surfboard, "Silver, are you coming?"

"I'll stay here to catch you both," Silver suggested, only to catch a dirty look from Marine, "Just on the off chance that history repeats itself."

"Well, if they's space going spare, I'll certainly join you," Amy quickly offered, slinking toward the board.

"Strewth! Have you ever surfed before, mate?" The raccoon asked.

"Once or twice, I've mostly just paddled," Amy lied, not wanting to steal the little girl's thunder.

"We can teach you, Miss Amy," Cream chirped, taking her spot behind Marine.

"Silver, if you're not going to come, can we at least get a push?" Marine pleaded.

Before Amy could really prepare herself, the board lifted itself from the shore. The pink hedgehog leapt onto the back of the surfboard, wrapping her arms around the two smaller beachgoers and grasping the wood for stability. With a sudden jolt the trio were pushed out to skim across the water's surface, bouncing twice before settling into a more natural yet accelerated drift- free of cyan cowling.

As the sound of splashing calmed, they found themselves close to halfway toward Marine's boat. The ship was truly gigantic, it was a shock that she'd seemingly sailed it all the way out here by her lonesome. With three massive sails and a figurehead that looked like a sabre wielding version of the raccoon herself, it seemed like it'd be capable of transporting close to a hundred sailors. On the side, Amy could see the massive cannon she'd clearly used to launch her and the surfboard.

"Did you see Mister Knuckles in your travels?" Cream queried, breaking the hedgehog's pondering, "He swam out to sea a while ago."

"I don't think so..." Marine confirmed, before frowning, "Hope I didn't hit him..."

"If you had, you'd have known about it. I'm certain he'd have started hammering at your ship," Amy confirmed, "He seems to be in an exercising mood; would probably have enjoyed the challenge."

A quick glance to the surrounding waters yielded no sight of the red echidna. They said that time flies when you're having fun, but had the guardian already reached another island? She had no idea he was such an adept swimmer. Still, since they were out here with only Cream capable of eavesdropping...

"So, Marine," Any pretence of subtly sank beneath the waves, "What's going on between Silver and Blaze?"

The excitable girl's expression said so much and yet so little. She looked as if Amy had offered her an impossible ultimatum and countless lives hung in the balance. For a solid minute her cheeks puffed and her brows furrowed, as if she was doing some ludicrous calculation. Finally, the raccoon's ears dipped as she finally averted her gaze, having made her choice.

"I'm sorry mate, I really am," Marine bleated, "But I can't tell you anything; they made me swear not to!"

"But that means they are keeping a secret," Amy wedged, "Can you really not tell me anything?"

"Not if I want..." The youngster realised she'd been caught out, "What I've been promised."

"Has someone bribed you?" The hedgehog processed before gasping, "Did they bribe you together? What is the price of your silence?! I'll double whatever they're paying!"

"C-Come on mate, let's just focus on surfing," The raccoon turned back around and started to paddle.

"I'll triple it Marine, please!" Amy paddled too, as if that might somehow close the Cream shaped distance between them, "Just-

A geyser tore skyward, splitting Marine's ship in two and sending a giant wave surging toward them. On instinct, Amy conjured her hammer and used it as a paddle to spin the surfboard. Banishing the mallet once more, she grasped the edge of the board.

"Hold on tight!"Amy commanded.

Cream and Marine hunkered down just as the wave caught the back of the board. They'd gone from being launched in one direction to being shoved in the other! Harnessing what surfing experience she had, once they were in the grasp of the wave, Amy clambered to stand. Having glanced up to estimate the collapse of the wave, Amy started to lean with all her might. The board angled to cut along the forming curve of the wave, sparing the three of them from spilling out as they surfed in a more typical manner.

On the shore she could see panic erupting, all of her friends had gathered to be cloaked in Silver's psychic aura. Quickly they were flying as a cloud, soaring close- plainly on the offensive and ready to get revenge for the sunken ship. Despite their reactions from the far side of the wave, Amy had no idea what had destroyed Marine's boat!

"Keep holding on!" Amy commanded the youngsters, timing their movements.

With a well timed swivel of the surfboard, the three of them slid up the wave and into the air! Above the whooping of Marine and the surprised squeal of Cream, the pink hedgehog heard the whir of psychic energy convalescing around the three of them. Still on the board and well above the water, they found themselves in flight between in inflatable laden Sonic and a Blaze seemingly unfazed by her airborne position- being levitated toward where the ship has been split.

Emerged from the water, looming between the sinking halves of Marine's masterwork, was a ludicrously large robotic creature. Though Amy already expected Eggman would be responsible, the presence of his insignia grinning across the face of a great metal whale was more than proof enough. In the water surrounding the false mammal, a series of large inflatable rafts enlarged to float on the surface, escaping from the gaping holes in Marine's sinking creation.

"At least the lifeboats are still shipshape," The raccoon moaned, "I was really exited to show you all that boat..."

"They'll work as platforms," Tails quickly analysed from somewhere to the back of the floating bundle, "We can attack from them!"

"Silver!" Blaze called out.

"On it!" All of a sudden, they were in sync again!

Amy felt her stomach lurch as they all shot forward faster, closing in on the scene. On top of the great whale a familiar figure was hunched over and actively pummelling the ground he stood upon. As they drew closer Amy noticed a series of great gashes in the hull of the machine leaking water, and quickly intuited just what had happened. Knuckles' swim had been interrupted by a vessel after all.

It was only as those details became discernable that the enemy's maw stretched open. Attached to a red mechanical tongue, sat within a glass domed cockpit, was another familiar face. Eggman was fiddling with dials and levers, quickly this variation of his egg mobile was both guarded and flanked by a series of further tongue-like mechanical arms wielding a variety of ludicrous weapons.

One of the life-rafts was quickly cloaked in cyan and tossed toward the doctor. All at once the mechanical limbs began to slice, dice, tear at the dingy. Despite the danger the armaments seemed to pose, they were struggling to break through the thick rubbery material. Marine built everything way too tough; it gave the perfect opportunity for them to land! Amy watched as her friends were launched toward the awful machine.

Blaze was sent down first, landing to the right of the great maw. Flames erupted from her hands, immediately scorching the side of the great whale and starting to warm its darl metal to orange. Sonic was sent down next- despite being laden with floatation devices, he quickly set to work combating the metal arms that were breaching the life raft. Tails was a lot more tactical upon landing- grabbing one of the metal limbs Sonic had dispatched and using it to strike the metal Blaze was heating. Already more holes were opening on the whale, perhaps they could sink it...

Silver repositioned to hover within earshot, "Where should I put you down?"

With the kids alongside her, Amy was in a difficult situation, "Set us down on top of the whale with Knuckles. We'll find a way to harm it from up there!"

There was a risk the machine's top could pose a distinct threat, but Knuckles seemed to be uninterrupted in his pummelling. Up there they'd be away from the lashing tongues and on solid ground. When their foe was defeated they could either jump for the lifeboats or have Silver sweep them up.

Psychic energy whirred as the three of them were sent to land atop Eggman's machine. Immediately Amy set to work, conjuring her hammer and striking down hard. She could hear Cream and Marine getting to work as well, but judging by the sharp pain in her forearms this whale was tougher than the doctor's usual machines. It was only as she got to work that Amy noticed Vanilla had been stranded up here too- Silver must have accidentally brought her along! Well, with her watching the kids, the rosy rascal could go all out!

"What are you all doing here!?" A scream sounded over a tannoy, "Finally I decide to make my glorious unanticipated return to this dimension, without my worse-half no less, only to find you all here waiting for me?! What's even the point!"

The sound of rubber tearing filled the air, the mechanical arms had fully broke free of the life raft. Amy rushed to the edge of the faux head just in time to see Sonic, still dressed in all his floaties, spin kick a sharp looking blade free from the limb wielding it. The gleaming weapon flew through the air only to catch in the side of the whale's head! An opening had been created, a point she could strike! Amy rushed over and brought her hammer down; in one strong swing the blade penetrated to disappear inside the machine, leaving a gash in its wake.

With her newfound method in mind, the pink hedgehog rushed toward the sound of another clang. She found a saw blade embedded just beneath her level. With a well aimed swing the pointed disk was sent spinning down the edge of the robot and down beneath the waterline. As it disappeared, out the corner of her eye she spotted a rather scorched looking spear spinning through the air. Amy leapt and, timing the swing perfectly, spiked the point into the ground beneath her. With a second strike that weapon too completely vanished into the mecha-whale's interior.

"Well, looks like it's now or never!" A frustrated yell blared from the cockpit bellow.

A loud metal clunk turned Amy's eyes right only to see a new opening on the top of the whale- a blowhole! She ran for Cream, Vanilla, and Marine, expecting to defend them from some kind of attack, only to end up watching as missile after missile flew free from the hole. In mere moments, a barrage of almost thirty gigantic rockets were shot into the air! They were flying as a volley, cutting quickly through the sky on an arc toward the shore. Was Eggman aiming for the beach or the palace? The missiles could have been heading for the town!

"I've got them!" Silver yelled, taking off once more and chasing after the explosives.

"Amy, what do you want us to do?" Vanilla asked, her arms around the two girls.

A sigh of relief breached Amy's lips, "I think we're safe up here, but be ready to jump for the rafts at any moment."

Before Marine could pipe up with some adventurous scheme, Amy was on the run again. She cleaved her hammer down onto the quickly sealing opening where the missiles had emerged. With three good swings the metal was buckled and broken, surely incapable of reopening to unleash another salvo. Despite four further strikes, she wasn't able to smash her way through- to tear things up from the inside.

At the edge of her vision Amy sighted a great band of cyan hanging above the beach, Silver had succeeded! With the missile threat paused, they could really focus on sinking Eggman. The hammer wielding hedgehog spiked what looked to be a redirected cannonball back down onto machine that had produced it, doing annoyingly little damage.

Eggman's voice crackled through a speaker, "Oh, what a shame, Silver stopped my missiles..." A flash of light at the shoreline spun Amy, "Good thing I can detonate them mid-flight!"

The flash of light was quickly followed by the sound of a cacophonous explosion. Silver's psychic grasp was replaced by a line of red flame cutting across the sky. The force was severe enough to render the sand palace into a mere pile and shake the seas. In its wake, Amy saw a mote of cyan tumble toward the ground.

"Silver!" The cat screamed in panic.

Amy caught Blaze's stare, "Go to him, we can deal with Eggman!"

The cat first leapt for the great metal whale, her body alight as she bounced off its iron shell and into the air. In the aftermath a glowing mark was left; another weak point to strike! Amy took advantage, swinging her hammer and breaking a hole into heated metal. When Eggman sunk, his ship would never resurface!

As Amy pounded and tore at the melted opening- she saw the feline soar as a burning meteor, blazing across the sky to land amongst the collapsed castle. Soon the cat was completely out of view, the pink hedgehog could only guess what was going on at the shore. The best thing she could do now was-

"Well, it's not the victory I wanted, but it'll have to do!" As Eggman laughed, she felt the craft beneath her shift.

Was he intentionally diving?! The water was rapidly approaching, either the machine was sinking or the doctor had made a play. Did he have something else planned? By the time Amy turned to look for her three allies, they were already jumping from the whale without hesitation.

"Knuckles, we need to go!" Amy called out.

She saw the echidna finally rise from his pummelling position as she leapt after the kids; before the craft could fully disappear beneath the waves, he too had landed on a floating platform. Bubbles thundered to the surface as the metal whale dove- surely a result of the various holes they'd torn in the device. Amy was beginning to think the doctor had foolishly sealed his own fate; that was until green light flashed beneath the waves. In its wake, the great shadow beneath the waves was gone. Eggman plainly had no intention of going down with his ship- he'd made it to this dimension after all, it made sense that he had preplanned a way of escaping it...

"Is everyone okay?" Amy called out.

Sonic had somehow made it out without bursting any of his floaties, Knuckles seemed more frustrated than anything, and Tails looked simply exhausted. Of Marine's six rafts only two had survived the conflict, though one of them was much worse for wear. Soon the group had piled onto the better looking craft.

"I can't see Mister Silver or Miss Blaze on the beach," Cream bleated, her eyes to the shore, "I think he might need help."

"The portal should still be standing. If he's hurt we can take him straight into my workshop, I've got a first aid kit in there," Tails suggested.

"Or I could run in and grab the kit, if moving him's a bad idea," Sonic proposed.

It took the most mature of them, Vanilla, to notice the issue with their plans, "How are we going to get back to shore?"

Quiet claimed the group as they realised their method of getting here and their companion, newly confident in her flying capabilities, were both on the shore. Tails could fly, but the distance to beach was sure too great for him to cross while carrying all of them. Despite how large and bulky the life raft was, there was no sign of any motor or paddles to row with. All eyes fell on the creator of this craft, who was herself looking around the very barren floor of the giant life raft.

"Where are the oars?!" Marine slapped her forehead, "I knew I forgot something when I designed these..."

"I can drag a raft back, but it won't be quick..." Knuckles offered.

"We'll probably go faster if we used my tails like a propeller too?" Tails piped up, "But Sonic, could you run across the water?"

The hedgehog hopped from foot to foot, the rubber of their pontoon shifted on the water, "I can't get a proper running start, even if the ground was stable- there's not enough of a runway..."

Amy's eyes caught on Marine's surfboard floating on the water and an idea flashed in her mind. She couldn't get all of them to shore, but she had the skill to navigate over the waves. If Silver was hurt, speed was a necessity.

"You two get started on that, but in the meantime," Amy fished the board closer using her hammer, "Sonic, get ready to kick!"

"Huh?" The hedgehog blinked as she grabbed him.

Amy stepped out onto the board, "I said I'd give you a swimming lesson, it's time!"

As the blue hedgehog was sat at the rear of the surfboard trepidation didn't so much as touch his face, "You got it, Ames!"

He swivelled onto his belly, grappled the sides of the surfboard, and began to kick with all his might. A spray of water leapt up behind them as they rocketed forward, Amy swayed at the sudden burst of speed but managed to keep her footing. Soon the two of them were well ahead of their allies, heading toward the coastline at breakneck speed.

"Thank you, Sonic. I know this isn't easy for you," She called back, "Even if you can't keep going, we'll make it to shore and see that they're okay, I promise!"

"Are you doubting me Amy? That's a first," He tutted, maintaining his cocky attitude as ever, "Of course we'll make it, I've got you watching my back!"

They ramped off of a forming wave, hitting the water and bouncing like a skimmed stone. As her knees bent in response and she reached down to stabilise, her hand grazed the back of his head. As their board made contact with the water it suddenly veered hard to the right despite how Amy was leaning! As she rose to focus more of her weight their board curved without issue.

It took pink hedgehog a moment to hypothesise just what had happened. She leaned down again, reaching her fingers to mess among Sonic's quills. A tussle to the left made the board shift right, a tug on his right swept them out to arc left. With that, her experiment was an instant success.

"Amy, is now really the time?" Was he blushing?

"Don't worry about it, my little motor," She continued to tease his quills, "Let's just focus on getting to shore!"

Using Sonic's head to control the rudder, Amy quite easily steered their vessel around the choppier waves. As the board made landfall the two of them were sent tumbling over each other. She landed on top of him, straddling his belly. If the situation were any less dire she would have taken the opportunity to tease him some more, but there was no sign of them on the beach- just the crumbled remains of the previous sand structure.

"Come on, they have to be nearby!" She stumbled off of him.

"Right behind you," She heard him mutter, for once lagging behind.

The pink lass conjured her hammer as she approached the great mound of sand that'd once been the castle. She swung the weapon back and forth, excavating a path through the remains in search of where Blaze had landed and that psychic light had fallen. Soon she found herself in something of a clearing- her eyes fell upon a pile of purple and white.

Among the largely collapsed remains of the sandcastle, though still obscured from their surroundings by its ruins, the time traveller was laying with his head in the princess' lap. He looked a little worse for wear, quills tossed and fur dirtied by sand- his cyan symbols dulled- but ultimately mostly unharmed. He was reaching up, about to tuck an errant strand of hair back into her ponytail... that was, until, the cat took his fingers in hers and brought his knuckle to her lips.

Amy's mind was racing. Had that really just happened? Had she just kissed his hand? Had Blaze the cat, princess guardian of the Sol Emeralds, just kissed Silver the hedgehog, time traveling psychic?!

"What is going on in this dimension!" Amy screamed, turning both of their heads, "I thought you two were fighting!"

For a beat, the pair looked back to each other- as if now psychically communicating, trying to come up with some kind of rational explanation. Blaze's tail had gone completely stiff, her ears had folded back, and she was completely avoiding the pink girl's stare. Silver meanwhile looked as if he had just been scolded rather than kissed, his quills drooping and pleading stare undeniable.

All at once Amy put the pieces together- the secret flying lessons, their brief squabbles, his palace guest room, Blaze's sunglasses, Marine's secret, even Silver's tan! The two of them had been keeping a distance from each other to avoid suspicion, only to rouse hers. They weren't fighting, not remotely. The reality was quite the opposite- oh how romantic summer love was...

"Ames? Have you found them?" Sonic's voice called from behind.

"Oh darling," Amy turned around, rushing to meet him, "I believe the situation has been handled."

"What?" His head tilted, he tried to look past but Amy stepped into his way, "Is Silver okay?"

"He's more than okay, he's great," She began to push him out of the ruined sandcastle, "Blaze is too. Let's leave them be for now," A broad smirk crossed her muzzle, "Time to cure your jealous streak."

"Jealous? Who's jealous?" He huffed, turning as he allowed himself to be shoved back toward the water.

The two would be free emerge whenever they were ready, no explanation needed. After all, Amy had known the truth all along. They were fools to try to hide it!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Posting something silly before getting into some deeper AU stuff! >:3

Naming Ref.

"Six Monkie Kids" idea got away from me and I made this monstrosity:

Here's details of the boys going left to right!

Xiaotian/"MK":

The Eldest? No one is really sure tbh, but he takes responsibility like he is.

Just as obsessed with stories of the Monkey King. Tang used to read Journey to West, and other traditional stories to the kids to send them off to sleep - MK always tried the hardest to stay awake.

Though all the brothers can carry Ruyi Jingu Bang - only MK can wield and command it. They chalk it up to the Staff recognising birth (hatching) order.

The ADHD still kicking his butt.

Has a small crisis of identity related to being 1 of 6 brothers. Loves art, cooking, music like in canon, but isn't sure if he'd ever be able to persue his passions professionally.

Still self-sacrificing to a detrimental degree!

Has a half/heart shaped face marking like certain monkey demons.

Xǐ Qìng/"Porty":

Works as a DJ/host for a local anti-gravity bar, and does freelance gigs on the side.

Practically nocturnal. You ain't seeing this boy up at 8am for nothing.

Baby Porty had no sleep cycle At All. He was the baby who was jumping on the bed at 4am. Tang eventually found a work-around by sticking on a compilation of music videos for the kids to rock out to before bedtime (my parents did the same to us with a Gloria Estafan vhs).

Covered in piercings and a few tattoos. First time he got either of them was without permission. Pigsy nearly exploded on Porty when he found out about it - not just for getting a body mod without permission, but for not cleaning it correctly! This old rockstar raised you better!

Has an embarassing nickname for everyone. Half of his bros got their nicknames from him.

Facial marking has a spiky pattern.

Xìn Shǐ/"Delivery":

Happily eats his brother's + customer's leftovers if no one catches him. Is violently against food waste.

Is the most diligent worker of the family; hence his nickname. Hopes to take over the restaurant someday or open a second location.

Has inherited many physical habits from dear Dadsy. Instinctively reaches for the wooden spoon when angry/threatened.

The tallest of his siblings! Chalks it up to his appetitie.

Openly worries the most out of all of his siblings.

Indentified by his face marking having darker "blush stickers" on his cheeks.

Zhèn Jìng/ "Apathy" & "Backup":

Works as a busboy/cashier for Pigsy's. Isn't sure if he wants to be anything else.

Extreme Middle Child Syndrome.

Has Resting B_tch Face. Will ignore anyone telling him to smile.

Is a bit of an otaku. Whereas MK loves the literary Monkey King, Apathy loves him some Son Goku anime. Prized possession is a Dragon Ball noodle bowl he won in a giveaway.

When he's not working, he's online playing video games and chatting to his discord friends. Often has to be reminded to stretch his legs and eat.

Is the brother most often mistaken for MK; only physical difference is that his face marking is inverted.

Jié Zuò/"Artist" & "Arty":

Freelance artist. Works on commission mostly for local businesses needing their buildings touched up and/or new logo designs. Sold exactly one original painting in his entire life, and is still convinced that he wasn't finished.

Inherited his sense of perfectionism from Pigsy.

ANGER ISSUES. Has been working on mangement therapy with Sandy.

As a cub, every wall of the restuarant and the apartment was covered in his drawings. Pigsy agreed to stop washing them off as long as Arty kept to a theme. There's still crayon drawings of noodle ingredients on a wall of Pigsy's 15+ years later.

Face marking is a rounded butterfly, though it has white splotches from vitiligo.

Mòzhī/"Inky":

Working on a degree in Psychology, with a particular interest in the function of memories.

Biggest. Gossip. Ever!! Has the tea on everyone.

Has a pretty big friend group from college that he hangs out with. He's a little embarassed that he's the son of a noodle-maker and a "professional book nerd", since a few of his friends come from affluent backgrounds.

Might initially be a pile of ink from the Scroll of Memory that was used to make a baby monkey. (Nüwa was running low on materials).

Most visually distinct baby! Has black fur opposed to dark-brown. Face marking is "raccoon eyes"-shaped.

Bonus:

First time Pigsy found the boys, he thought he was being pranked or was dreaming. Who's kids are these?! Why are they all muddy? Sweet Guanyin, how is he gonna find clothes for all of them?! Eventually he calmed the babies all down (most were crying), and gave them their first ever baths and bowls of noodles. The resulting call to Tang was... eventful to say the least.

Pigsy got advice from his grandmother, and his other relatives, about how to wrangle so many piglets at once. Pigs do have large litters after all!

Pigsy and Tang got legally married when the boys were young, mostly so they could pool finances. Six little piglets aren't cheap!

Wukong treats MK's brother like his little monkeys. Since he's only the eldest brother's mentor, he's able to let his guard down more around them, albeit awkwardly.

Each brother had differing reactions to meeting the Monkey King; from anger, amazement, to indifference. Selfies were taken.

A number of characters initially think MK is using his duplication power when they meet his brothers for the first time. Red Son attempted vengence on the other 5 before he learned that they were all different Noodle Boys!

Since they are all still creations of Nuwa, at least two or three take after her as lil half-snake/naga demons! Delivery I feel has an unhinged jaw, while a few of the boys have slited pupils. MK is still the most monkey of the boys tho!

[becktillman]

"Yeah, the longer they can't kick everyone out of the apartment building and finish their construction work, the more pissed and desperate they're gonna get." Meant the more dangerous they were gonna get. Beck wandered over to the fridge to grab himself a drink, digging around until he found a soda. Caffeine was probably a bad idea, but what the hell? His sleep for tonight was already going to be fucked. Wasn't the first time, wouldn't be the last time he crept away in the middle of the night for Cowboy business. Beck could operate on very little sleep when he needed to.

"Brand doesn't have to mean friends. Some people only wanna talk business," Beck shrugged, cracking up his soda and taking a sip. He wasn't real good at being vulnerable, at talking about the deepest parts of himself. His grief and his deep desire for family, whatever that looked like, were always screaming beneath the surface, harder to contain sometimes than others.

"Before Lia left, I was considering actually coming clean with her, y'know? Seeing if we could actually make things work, if we could face all this together. But she ain't even here any more. Can't help but wonder if I missed my shot, or if I dodged a bullet." Beck lightly kicked his toe against the ground, shifting a small rock around under his boot. "Keep telling myself she did the right thing. 'Cause no matter what, I woulda put you guys and the brand first." He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Caid said Luke wouldn't have wanted this for me. And he's right. I know he is. All I ever wanted was to make him proud, to protect the things he cared about. But I'll never be him. Never be as good as he was."

“Help yourself, I don’t get all up in arms about people rifling through the fridge,” Tim said with a wave. The shop fridge hissed its agreement. Chances were he had some sort of soda nestled back there — likely not expired either.

He was halfway towards the backdoor when the wind carried Beck’s statement. Tim thought about that for a moment, then tilted his head either which way. “Probably better that way. All of those things happening over at Oceanview and Obsidian Holdings probably losing money like a stuck pig.”

Tim whistled at that. Chances were Obsidian would see a few of their donors pull away. Who wanted to donate hard-earned money to a lost cause? He didn’t get to ask that question as Beck asked if they were friends.

Tim felt his brows knit together at that. “You got that brand don’t you? That means we can talk about ‘friend stuff,’” Tim made air quotes at that. “There’s a lot we all can’t talk about unless it’s among each other, so…”

[jklpopcorn]

crying and sobbing i was supposed to draw doodles of my ocs but instead all there is is Siffrin

they're so shaped i have to draw them

also

100% :)

[emilypemily]

critical role campaign 3 episode 76 is doing a very good job of summarising and explaining everything that's been happening for the last several episodes thank god because last episode i was truly lost and could not remember what they were doing and why at that point

[arolesbianism]

I Really need to properly draw Christopher at some point but everytime I want to I just look at her in game sprite and weep for her truest form has already been achieved. What's even the point. This is her in the flesh.

[un-fwuit-un-fwog]

The Rain is Especially Loud Tonight

Synopsis: The Prefect gets hurt due to Crowley's negligence.

TW: Injury, Stitches, Medical Stuff, Prefect gets caught under a collapsed Ramshackle

Part 1 (here), Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (coming soon), . . .

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The room would be completely silent were it not for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The environment was more comfortable than your usual medical setting, but it still felt cold in a way.

The door creaked open and in stepped professor Crewel. "Hey, Pup." His voice lacked its usual stern tone one would hear in the classroom; instead, his voice was gentle and almost hoarse.

The hoarseness was no doubt a result of him screaming at the headmage in a roar you shiver even recalling. He had spent hours tearing into the man for his gross negligence and irresponsibility.

"Pup?" His voice became more worried when you failed to answer.

"Sorry." A meek, rasped voice leaves you throat. Your throat burns with dryness despite the 6 glasses of water you already drank, and it feels like every syllable echoes through your head and causes an intense, throbbing pain. You don't recognize the voice that claws its way out of your throat as your own.

You hear the soft scrape of a chair on the floor next to your bed. "No. Don't apologize, Pup." Rocking your gaze slowly over to him its clear to you, with the way his jaw clenches and unclenches while his eyes search the blanket covering you, that he wants to say something, but isn't sure what.

You slowly rock your head to look forward again. "Everyone's been in such a panic. . .and it's my fault, I-"

The man cuts you off as you choke on your words: "Pup. This is not your fault."

"But-" Your throat feels like its been given a massage with a thousand razor blades. The coughing your attempts to speak cause only make the pain worse.

Crewel quickly grabs another glass of water and holds it up to your lips for you to drink. "But nothing, Pup- Keep those arms down or you'll re-open the wounds. That old building was bound to collapse at some point. We all knew it. If the fault is on anyone it's on us staff. Crowley made you stay there, and we didn't stop him." The glass cup clinks slightly too harshly onto the nightstand as he sets it down.

Silence falls between the two of you.

Tick Tick Tick Tick

The ticking of the clock numbs your thoughts. You force your mind to stop focusing on the pain radiating from every inch of your body and instead listen to the steady ticking of the clock. The only other sound that can be herd is the occasional hurried footsteps outside the door as the other staff do their best to take care of the situation.

Your injuries have already been treated by a specialty team sent from STYX the moment the news got to them. They were the only ones aside from Grim, Leona, and the staff that had seen your mangled form before you were wrapped up like a mummy. You didn't have to ask how bad it was. Seeing Crowley throw up at the sight of you was enough to tell you it was bad.

The STYX team had spent nearly a whole 24 hours stitching you back together like some ragdoll and rearranging the many pieces of you that had been ripped and jostled out of place. If not for them. . .well, you don't want to think about it. If you looked like a mummy on the outside, you were sure that under the bandages you looked like Frankenstein's monster. There really wasn't a single bit of you that got out of that death trap unscathed.

You were kept in the school infirmary instead of being carted off to some high-tech STYX facility only because they needed to operate on you as soon as possible and didn't want to move you too much after the initial procedures. They made do by shipping a ton (literally speaking, more like 3 tons) of medical equipment to the school, most of which was now littered around the infirmary in a rushed yet professional way.

Despite your closeness to your friends, the only people who had come to see you were the staff. It's not that none of your friends wanted to see you, but that they weren't allowed to. The doctor's worried having them in so soon, when they were still full of hysteria from the news, wouldn't be the best idea. They weren't able to text you either as your phone had been crushed in the collapse.

"How's Grim?"

Professor Crewel hums: "Physically, he's pretty unscathed. He just has a few scrapes and bruises. Mentally, he's a bit traumatized."

You supposed that made sense. You didn't remember much, but what you did remember was Grim's voice. He had been returning to the dorm from after school detention when he found the building in shambles on the ground. He called out to you but your lungs were filled with debris and your torso was being crushed by layers of rubble. The dorm ghosts met Grim at the edge of the junk pile that used to be a dorm and confirmed that you were inside and that you needed help. The ghosts talked to you as you laid there, not being able to physically move anything off you themselves. They kept you awake and assured you that Grim was getting help.

Not long later you heard shouting. Two of the ghosts stayed with you while the third went out to meet the staff and fill them in. You were told after the fact that that's about the time they called up Leona to use his unique magic so they could get you out as soon as possible (that was the first time many saw the lion run).

You were blanking in and out of consciousness when they found you, but you remember them finding you. The feeling of the weight of the rubble lessening as it was methodically turned to sand and removed (in order to not end up crushing you with sand instead), the small grains dripping on your face, and eventually, the full force of the pouring rain battering your face as the last of the rubble was removed from above you. You remember Leona's manic eyes turning horrified, Crowley puking, and worst of all, Grim's face.

"STYX sent over a few trauma counselors. There are ones assigned specifically to Leona and Grim as well since they saw some of the worst of it." Crewel finally broke the silence again.

"And you? You and. . .the other teachers were there too. . .and Sam."

"Calm down, Pup. We've all had evaluations done to assess how we're handling it. We'll be fine.

"What about. . ." Your voice trails off, but from the look in your eyes, Crewel can tell what you were about to ask.

"What about the headmage?"

You nod, wincing slightly when the motion disturbs an injury on your neck.

"He's under investigation." Crewel responds after a brief pause. He knew that you surely couldn't be all that fond of the crow, but as you saw it, he was probably also your only ticket home. Crewel looked up to gauge your response, but your face remained neutral.

"And you, Pup? I obviously know you aren't doing particularly well physically right now, but what about mentally?"

"Hm?"

Crewel hesitated, not wanting to dig around in a mental wound and make it worse, "You were. . .under there for a while. I'm sure it must've been. . .scary."

You think for a moment before responding: "Was I really under there that long? It didn't feel like it. . .I think I passed out a few times." Your mumbled words put Crewel at ease in a way. He's not happy that you had been passing out, but he was at least glad that you weren't stuck under there fully conscious and feeling every second tick by as if it were an hour.

"Hmm. I see." Crewel nods. "I ought to let you rest now. A counselor will stop by tomorrow to talk to you about what happened." He stands up as he says this, his knuckles still white from how tightly he'd been gripping the fabric of his pants. "Rest well, Pup."

You simply nod, this time more carefully as to not disturb your wounds, and watch him walk out. When the door closes you swear you hear a choked sob.

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moanin' & groanin' | logan howlett

pairing/AU: lumberjack!logan howlett/wolverine x inexperienced!female!reader

summery: working for your father's timber business isn't what you saw yourself doing, but when the wolverine comes looking for work it's suddenly not so bad – especially when he can teach you a thing or two.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap (in the way that his mutant abilities prolongs his life), swearing, use of pet names, smut, car sex, praise, a little dacryphilia, logan's got a dirty mouth, soft dom!logan, a little size kink (basically logan has a big dick), handjob, fingering, a little manhandling, unprotected sex (don't do it!!), no use of y/n

a/n: um hi! this is my first ever logan fic. i really hope i got him right! not beta read, and barely edited so any mistakes are my own. happy reading! <3

main masterlist / ao3

The pages crinkled under your fingertips as you turned another page. Over the top of your book you could see your father's men milling about, getting the timber ready for another outgoing truck. Day in and day out they worked like flannel-covered ants. 

He wasn't here, your father, leaving you to hold down the fort, or office to be precise, as he  ran errands. "I'll be back before lunch," he'd told you, a hand passing through the sleeve of his tan Carhartt.

The office felt bigger when he wasn't here, like his neuroticism took up twice as much space as he did himself. You looked around the room. It was small, more like a hut than anything else, raised up on cinderblocks. A tiny kitchen lined the front wall, the refrigerator had given out once this month already and something smelled like it had died in there, the white florescent light under the wall cabinets gave you a headache, and the tap drip drip dripped. The table and the mismatched chairs, your father had found at a fleamarked years ago, before you were born most likely, and they wore the wear and tear of years of use. 

Every available surface was covered in papers, and the wooden shelves on the wall dipped in the middle from the weight of the binders. When you were little you'd been afraid the wood would break in two, but they were still standing (hanging?) – maybe they'd stay like that for the rest of eternity for all you knew. Your father's office had only one desk, which made your job as occasional office manager and full-time problem solver, problematic. 

Your father would sit in his chair on one side, while you'd steal one of the mismatched chairs and occupy the other end. If you'd had your way, you wouldn't be working here. The timber business interested you just as much as your father was interested in the disco they played on the radio. "If it ain't the king of rock I don't want to hear it," he usually said and switched the channel. 

But the town was small, and no one was hiring. The summer after you'd finished high school you'd dreamt of moving to the city, but the money had been tight and your father needed you. At least the work, if your father didn't meddle, was relatively easy: answer the phone, type out the invoices and salaries, keep an eye on logistics, and make sure whatever breaks gets fixed. 

The radio hummed at a low volume, one of the singles from Tapestry, as you turned another page of your book. Leaning back in your father's office chair, you glanced at the clock over the door. He should be back by now. Just as the thought crossed your mind, the door swung open.

"Did you need something?" you asked, your book dipping down in your lap. 

Logan raised an eyebrow at you as he walked into the office on heavy steps, that damn cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. "Nice to see you too, princess," he poked jokingly, tugging at his gloves, one finger at a time, and tucking them into his leather belt. 

He sported the same outfit he usually wore; bootcut jeans, a white t-shirt under his flannel and a thicker wool-lined jacket. He must've been sweating in here with that on.

Autumn had claimed the trees and ground months ago, but this morning the frost had covered the ground and bit at the apples of your cheeks. Your breath had come out in swirling plumes when you'd locked yourself in this morning; the first glints of the sun peeking through the windows as it rose over the mountains. The first thing you'd done was crank the heater, and now as you approached midday, you'd shed your sweater long ago while the windows had fogged with condensation. 

The smallest of frowns tugged at your brows, as a heat prickled up your neck to your cheeks. Logan made you a little nervous– not in a bad way, but in a way where your thoughts would wander in his presence, conjuring up scenarios of him and yourself in… comprising positions. Okay, maybe it was in a bad way. But who could blame you when he walked around like that?

He'd arrived only a few months ago, at the tail end of the summer, looking for work. He was strong, stronger than any of the other men working for your father, and although the work was hard, it seemed like he never tired. You didn't know much about him and he kept mostly to himself, hidden away in a cabin up in the mountain, but sometimes you'd see him down at the local bar, nursing a glass of whiskey in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. More than once you'd seen him chatting up Kayla Silverfox, and more than once you'd wished it was you in her place.

"Oof," Logan groaned as he opened the fridge, grabbing his packed lunch and closing it as fast as he could. You appreciated him for that; whatever had died in there should stay in there.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm not cleaning that again, not even for a million bucks."

"Can't blame ya." 

He looked to the table for a second where the guys usually ate their lunches, before he decided to take your usual chair at your father's desk. As he sat down, you pushed the ash tray to his side of the desk, earning you a short smile in thanks as he rested his cigar. It wasn't unusual for him to talk to you on his breaks. 

So, why did you heart beat so fast in your chest?

Because it was the first time you'd been alone.

"So, where's your old man?" he asked and bit into the sandwich he'd packed in an old newspaper.

"Running errands– he should be back soon…" you trailed off.

Logan hummed non-committedly. "So, you're in here sittin' pretty readin' your book while we're out in the cold slavin' away– maybe I should become the boss' daughter."

"Well, it's not easy," you sighed, feigning confidence, "and you gotta be pretty first of all," you front teeth dug into your bottom lip as you tried to hide your nervousness.

"That's true," he grinned, "I ain't got nothin' on you, princess."

Logan held your gaze with intent, and it was like something in the air shifted. It happened sometimes with Logan, like he had this power beaming from him that sucked you in. Erratic wings fluttered in your stomach, and you had to drop your gaze.

"So, how's the book?" he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Eh," you shrugged, dog-earing the page your were on, before throwing the beat-up paperback on the table. "Too many plot twists– first they're on earth, then there's this virus spreading– so they have to move all of humanity to the moon, but then there's this species that lives under the surface of the moon who they start a war with, but one of the main characters are in love with a moonie– that's what they call them– so, now they're in love and trying to stop the war and…" you shrugged again.

Logan chewed slowly as he nodded his head. "Sounds complicated," he decided, making you let out a small laugh.

"I guess so."

A grin washed over Logan's face at your small laugh, and you felt his gaze roll over you, over your exposed skin. When he looked at you like that, like a predator drooling for a meal, you felt a small damp spot stick to your panties. You watched as his nostrils widened, his jaw clenching shut as a pulsing vein protruded from his neck.

"So, science fiction," he started, clearing his throat, "Didn't know you liked that," he continued between the last bites of his sandwich

"Some kid at the library recommended it," you shrugged, "so I thought I'd try it out. And it's not like it's that far from the truth– we've got mutants."

Logan crumbled the newspaper hard and quick, the sharp sound making you jump. "Yeah," he said, and stood to his feet, "That's true."

He grabbed his burnt out cigar, and threw the ball of newspaper in the trash. You started to wonder if you'd said something wrong, but then he said, "Your father's back," and not even a second later you could see your dad's old truck pull up outside the window.

How did he even know that? 

"Logan– wait," the words just fell out of your mouth before you could even think them through. He hovered by the door, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. 

You could be brave– Just say it! 

"Come by later would you? Before you leave for the day– I have something for you."

A gush of cold air blew in with the arrival of your father. He almost crashed right into Logan on his way out, nearly knocking him down the wooden steps. You thought you could glimpse a small nod from Logan, but he was out the door so fast you couldn't be sure. 

The rest of the day went by slowly as a growing anxiety gnawed at your neck. With your dad back you slipped out to borrow the car, driving into town to pick up some lunch at the local diner. It was routine at this point, something you did without thinking, but today your thoughts couldn't stay still. You were pulling up outside the office when you realized you'd driven the whole way with the radio off.

What was even your plan? 

You wished you were better at this. You could pretend, sure, put on a brave face to hide the nerves from surfacing, but how do you get a man like that to go for a girl like you?

You felt non the wiser when the sun had dipped below the mountains and he finally knocked on the office door. Your dad had left thirty-minutes earlier, stranding you at work with no way to get home. 

If this didn't go well, you didn't look forward to walking home.

"What 's it you wanted, princess," Logan asked, leaning against the frame of the door with one knee popped. Your eyes couldn't help but run down the length of him – his broad shoulders, the bulge hidden below his big belt buckle, and the veins of his exposed arms as he slung his jacket over his shoulder.

"Oh, um," you tried to shake your thoughts, and you rummaged the desk for the envelope. "Here," you said as you found it, stretching your hand out for him to take it.

He pushed off the door frame with a raised eyebrow, the cold air from the open door taking with it the warmth of the office. "What's this?" he questioned, taking the envelope from your hand. 

"It's your check– for this month's work," you explained.

His raised eyebrow pulled into a frown, "This is a week early," he questioned, "and I usually get these sent in the mail."

"Oh, I-I just thought I'd give it to you personally this time," you lied, fitting a shrug at the end for good measure, trying to sell how completely normal and nonchalant you were.

Logan raised a skeptic eyebrow at you, and you suddenly felt really really stupid. In your chest your heart could compete with a hummingbird's.

"Really?" he said with a smile before he dropped his chin, "Can I appreciate a little extra something in here, or…?" he trailed off, waving the envelope.

Letting out a shaky inaudible breath, you tried in your flirtiest voice, "Maybe if you give me a ride home…"

...................

The lights from the town below looked like stars scattered over the night sky, the yellow light of the roads connected them like on a string. You knew that Logan knew where you lived; the town was small, and even with the short time he'd spent here, it wasn't hard to get familiar. He'd stopped at the lookout point, about half-way up the mountain road. It was nice in the daytime, with a nice view of the town, the mountain and rivers, but at night it attracted a different kind of crowd: lovers. It was cheesy, and cliché, but clichés were clichés for a reason. 

The Led Zeppelin tape whirled, and the music stopped. 

Suddenly you felt nervous, fingers picking at a loose tread on your sweater. Logan leaned forward to flip the cassette, and his truck filled with a sound of organ, like you were back in church. When he leaned back he slung his arm over your seat. You watched how he spread his legs, getting comfortable, as his eyes found your face.

Under the wool, your heart picked up its beat.

In a brave move you shifted closer, the leather seat moaning under you, as a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His big palm snaked around your shoulder, curling you closer to him until his lips caught your own. You only hesitated for a second before your hand found his neck, where your fingers tugged lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck. 

A low growl huffed against your lips, and he deepened the kiss, pressing himself roughly against you as he licked into your mouth. You couldn't help the small whimper escaping you. His touch was rough, almost impatient, but tender all at the same time, and you felt yourself fall apart.

The air stuck to your skin, clammy and sticky with arousal and now you started to get impatient. With a loud smack you broke apart, your lips raw and spent from use as you caught your breath. A rough hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb skated gently over your skin as he tilted your head towards him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he mused. His eyes had gone dark, pupils huge and filled with lust; yours must've looked about the same as they rolled down his body. He shifted closer to you, pushing you closer to the door, and you got a better view of the bulge hidden behind his jeans.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, clogging up the sounds around you like you were underwater, pushing at your thoughts at the back of your mind. Logan moved with such ease, each touch natural and easy, like he'd done them a thousand times. Not like you, with only your short-lived high school boyfriend under your belt. 

"Hey," he shook your head gently, "Where you goin', bub?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a heat coating the apples of your cheeks. 

He shook his head, his face surprisingly tender for someone so rough, "Tell me, baby."

"I'm just…" you trailed of, trying to find your words, "I'm a little nervous– I haven't done this much," you said, avoiding his gaze.

"That's sweet, bub." The pad of his thumb rubbed the pet name into your skin as he leaned forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss, "But I wouldn't worry that pretty little head of yours 'bout it."

His breath was hot against your own, and an ache started to spread between your legs. The hand on your cheek travelled downwards to tug at your jacket, and you parted only for a second to rid yourself of it, but before you could lock your lips with his again he grabbed at your hands.

"I'll teach ya," he told you and guided your hands to his broad form. 

He let you touch him as he shucked off his jacket, your fingers dancing over the soft flannel. He was solid beneath your fingers, hard muscles from hard work. A patch of dark hair curled at his chest, peeking out beneath his white shirt, and you found yourself wondering where it lead.

Curling his hand around your wrist, he guided your hand lower; down over his chest where you could feel the solid form of him. His bronze belt buckle burned you like ice, but the heat of him as he pressed your hand to the hard bulge beneath the buckle burned even brighter.

"You feel that?" He looked you straight in the eyes. He pressed your hand down harder and you could feel the shape of him against your hand, hard and thick, and big. You barely managed a nod through the wave of heat coating your cheeks. 

"That's because of you, princess." His voice was low, almost like a growl, as he started to guide your hand to rub over the thick length.

"Me?" you questioned, breathless. 

"Yes, you," he chuckled, a heavy hand petting at your head. "D'you want to take it out? Stroke it f'me?"

"Please," you begged, looking at him with moony eyes through your lashes.

"So polite f'me," he mused, his hands tugging at his belt before he popped the button on his jeans. Slipping off your shoes, you crawled up into the seat, sitting back on your knees as you watched him pull at his jeans. Peeking out from under the denim, you could see a dark patch of hair.

Logan was in no rush, revealing only an inch at a time of the base of his cock, making a show of it as the tension rose. A wave of tickling arousal washed over you, and it made you brave, reaching a trembling hand forward, you helped him tug at the fabric.

At last his cock sprung free.

You felt your eyes widen at the sight, as you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together. Even with your limited experience, you knew he was bigger than most. The thick length of his cock bobbed from the weight, hanging heavy between his legs. At the tip of his fat head, a drop of precum pearled, almost invisible in the dark truck. 

"Come here, bub." He widened his legs as he reached out a strong arm for you, curling you into his shoulder. 

"Put your hand on it," he ordered, "like this," he grabbed at your wrist and guided you hand towards his mouth. You let him move you around, eyes blown out and wide as you couldn't take your eyes off his impressive cock. 

A wet blob of spit pulled you from your thoughts, it drew the slightest frown over your face until he guided your palm, now coated in his spit, to his cock.

Under your palm his skin was silky soft, but hard and firm at the same time. You found yourself mesmerized at the sight of your hand around him as you familiarized yourself with the heaviness of him in your hand. 

"There ya go–" he cut himself off with a groan as you formed a fist around the head of him. Your fingers struggled to reach around him, but it didn't seem like Logan minded much when you moved downwards smearing his spit over his shaft in an experimental tug. 

"That's it, good girl, just like that."

A warmth bloomed in your chest at the praise, wrapping itself around your heart. You wanted him to say it again– to be good for him. So, you reached forward with your other hand, wrapping it around the base as the other formed a fist around the head. Another pearl of precum beaded at the tip, and you took the opportunity to skate your thumb over it, massaging it into his spit.

A growl seemed to get caught in Logan's throat, and still riding off your high that the praise had sown in you, you started to pump his cock in slow strokes. A slick sound escaped under your fists with each stroke, and you watched how his head fell back in pleasure.

"Am-am I doing it right?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

At the sound of your voice, Logan sat up straighter, a heavy hand falling over your back to pull you closer. "You're a natural, princess."  

You couldn't contain the smile from coating your lips as he brought you in for another searing kiss. It was hot, and suffocating, and all-consuming, all at the same time. It clouded your mind, and you forgot what your hands were supposed to be doing. 

Logan's hand travelled down your body, his big palm grabbing at your ass. "Take of your pants," he ordered against your lips, "Panties too," underlining his order with a couple of light slaps to the flesh.

Shuffling out of his hold, you fingered at the button of your pants, pulling at them and your panties as quickly as you could. Goosebumps prickled over your exposed skin, the air suddenly frosty without Logan's touch – but that didn't last long.

The calloused pads of his fingers trailed up your thighs, pressing down into the flesh as he pulled you closer to him. "Come sit in my lap, princess."

He didn't wait for you to move, instead he manhandled you how he wanted. Spreading his legs wide apart he fit you between his legs, your back pressed against his hot chest with his hard and leaking cock caged against your ass. 

"I'm gonna touch you now, baby, okay?" his deep voice whispered in your ear.

"Okay," you peeped, heart pounding in your ears at this new proximity. 

He spread your legs, putting your wet and neglected cunt on display, hooking them over his knees. When his palms danced over your inner thighs, you felt yourself sink deeper into his chest, deeper into the safe scent of pine and man. 

"Need to get you ready f'me, bub– stretch this tight cunt out for my big cock," he cooed.

You ached for him, a sticky wet feeling between your legs as you wished so badly for him to finally touch you. His touch was light, but teasing, drawing circles along the thin flesh, circling closer and closer to where you needed his touch the most, before he pulled away. 

"Please," you whined, grabbing at his arm.

His breath felt hot against your neck, and you could feel the grin he pressed against your skin. He let you guide him upwards to hover his large palm over your mound, but he wouldn't let you have it. Instead, he pushed at your sweater. His hand spread across the skin beneath your belly button as prickled goosebumps followed the rough pads as they ran across your skin.

"Y'gonna feel me right here, bub?" he teased, "So deep inside your tummy?"

A whine caught in your throat and you felt like an exposed nerve. Arousal pulsated throughout your body, threatening to pull you apart unless he did something soon. Your neglected cunt dripped with an ache only he could sooth. 

"Yes, please, Logan," you whined, tears threatening to spill.

His thick beard scraped against your cheek, and you almost trembled from anticipation as he slid his hands downwards. He raked his fingers through the curls of your mound, and a gasp fell from your lips when he finally pushed at your clit.

A wide smile reached across your face when he started to circle his fingers, tight with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips bucked to meet his touch, your cunt eager and dripping for more of him. His other arm clasped around your middle, keeping your still and steady in his lap as he had his way with you.

A bold finger dipped lower, running through your folds and teasing at you entrance. A slick sound filled the car as he played with your cunt, circling his fingers around your hole, dipping a teasing finger inside you just to the first knuckle, before withdrawing it just as quickly. 

"Such a messy pussy," Logan murmured in your ear, the deep bass of his voice vibrating into your skin. "Listen."

The sound as he played with your pussy was obscene, lewd, and so dirty you felt a heat crawl up your chest. A breathy gasp escaped you when he finally split you on his finger, and a satisfied smile coated your lips as he started to move it inside in a steady rhythm, prodding every so often at that spongy spot inside, the spot your own finger couldn't reach.

"F-feels s-so good," you managed to stutter out. 

The heel of his palm pressed against your clit with every thrust, teasing at your insides and conjuring moan after breathy moan from your lips. He guided you closer and closer to the edge, and you wanted so badly to fall. When he pulled out to slide another finger inside you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek with satisfaction.

"I can feel that pussy clenching me– you close, bub?" he poked, never stopping his fingers.

Your head rolled back, resting heavy on his shoulder as you nodded franticly, mouth parted slightly, humming out small breathy whines. You were so close, the tension in your stomach twisting and aching for release.

But then he pulled his fingers, dragging them up over your mound leaving a wet trail in your curls. You couldn't help the disappointed sigh as more tears pressed their way down your cheeks.

"Shh," he hushed you, "you're okay, bub." 

Under you, you felt him move, his strong muscles flexing as he shifted you on his lap. When you felt the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, an eagerness came upon you. You grinded against him, making a small chuckle rumble from his chest. Logan slapped his heavy cock against your folds, coating his big cock in your slick arousal. 

The first stretch of him knocked the breath right out of you, the fat tip of him splitting you in half as he helped you guide yourself down on him. You had to remember to breathe, your hand fumbling for something to hold on to. 

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes wide, "I-it's so big– it's t-too big."

His hand wrapped around your middle held you in place, keeping you still on his cock as you adjusted to the first inches of him inside you. 

"It's not too big, princess, you're doing so well f'me," he praised, "just a little more, bub– you can do it."

With a wet whimper you lowered yourself, taking a couple more inches of him, as Logan pressed more fluttering praise into your skin. He let you take your time, easing yourself down on him at your own pace. When your thighs were finally flushed with his, he was so deep inside you, you jolted, trying to move back up, but Logan's hands held you down. You felt him in your tummy, like he'd said, his cock reaching so deep you were shaking.

"Sit still, get used to it," he told you, as you tried to catch your breath, "You're being so good f'me."

And somehow the burning stretch of him soothed away into a pleasurable pressure, one you couldn't help but chase. With an experimental rock of your hips, you felt the fat head of him prod at your spot, making you mewl. And when you started to swivel your hips, Logan groaned in satisfaction, meeting your movement with small thrusts.

Slowly, he picked up his rhythm, strong hands shifted to dig into your hips, holding you in place for him to move you as he wished. In your ear, you heard him growl, deep and animalistic as he fucked up into you.

It didn't take long until your breath came out fast between moans as the pressure built, and built, and built. 

"Logan," you moaned, tethering right on the edge.

Another growl escaped his chest, as his strong arms hooked under your legs. He pressed them tightly to your body as he picked up his pace, bucking wildly into your eager cunt. You could feel him throb inside of you, and you couldn't help but clench at the thought of feeling him spill inside you, claiming you.

"Don't stop, please, don't stop," you begged, tears streaming down your face like two winding rivers, "I-I'm gonna come."

A hand slid between your legs to rub at your puffy clit, coaxing you closer and closer with winding circles. 

"Come on my cock, baby, come all over that big cock."

It was hot, and blinding. Euphoric shocks pulsed through your body, as you fluttered and gushed around his cock. Logan's grip on your legs tightened as you shook violently with your orgasm – a million stars exploded behind your eyes.

"Oh, that's it, bub, such a good girl," he praised between heavy wet pants against your ear.    

Fucking you through your ecstasy, Logan chased his own high at a relentless pace, and all you could do was take it, reduced to a ragdoll in his hands. In your ear he muttered nonsense interlaced with praise, telling you how good you felt, and how perfect you were for him.

With a deep groan he pulled out quickly, tugging at himself until he spilled his thick spend on the truck floor. With bleary eyes you watched how it pumped in quick spurts, dripping down his hand and soiled the knuckles in his own sticky cum. 

Behind you, Logan breathed hard, nudging his nose against the column of your neck to press soft kisses to the hot skin. 

A pair of bright headlights beamed down the road, pulling you from the moment with its blinding light. Logan helped you shift off his lap, reaching to hand you your discarded clothes before he tucked himself back into his jeans. 

The cassette whirled in the car radio, and you couldn't remember when the music had stopped. Logan shifted back behind the wheel and an eerie silence grew in the distance between you.

"How 'bout I take you somewhere to eat?" he posed.

You smiled, "I could eat."

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[churipu]

YOU SLEEPING ON A COUCH AFTER AN ARGUMENT 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

note. i hv so many ideas right now apart from what i'm actually supposed to be focusing on, so...pls excuse me.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with gojo are a pain in the ass, he's petty and everything will be a mess. he's so stubborn that it actually baffles you sometimes — and he calls you rock head?

being a sorcerer is never an easy job. gojo wakes up every day, not knowing whether he'd die in a mission or get to live another day. so when you brought up your concerns about it to him, the male didn't take it lightly. things have been tight for him, and you're walking on eggshells for the past few days.

the slightest thing angered him, like how his sleeve got stuck on the door handle, or the way he curses out loudly when he stubs his toe on the coffee table. it puts him in a shitty mood, so when that happens, and you try to talk to him about his job.

gojo gets very pissy about it.

frankly, you understood where his anger comes from. and it was part of your fault to bother him the moment he came back from work exhausted, it was bound to happen so you weren't really blaming him at all from the projecting of his anger to you the night before — he didn't say hurtful things, gojo knew better than that. all he did was tell you to leave him alone and get out of his sight for the night.

and you did. sleeping alone on the couch, all sprawled out, an arm dangling on the edge; while a string of drool dribbled down the corner of your lips.

you seemed to not mind having to sleep on the couch (under your own want). but your boyfriend did, the moment he knew your bed time strikes — he came out of the room and eyed your sleeping form. guilt washing over him when all you did was care about his being and how dangerous the jujutsu world is.

gojo approaches you and gently carried you in his arms, an arm right under your bottom and his other arm around your waist. hoisting you up like a baby as your cheek leaned onto his shoulder, letting the drool blotch his shirt. he doesn't care at all.

the male tucks you in the bed, pulling the covers over you before slipping next to you, chest pressed to your back and an arm resting on your hip. gojo will never let you sleep a whole night on the couch, he will bring you to sleep with him and apologize the very next day for being such an ass.

he also, tried to make it up to you by cooking a classic english breakfast. which ended up in chaos — and you both decided to order take out instead.

GETO SUGURU. geto is usually calm and collected; he doesn't really get angry at anything. even if he does, he mostly keeps it to himself unless it really bothers him. but since humans have certain capacities to their own emotion — geto is not spared from being angry, no matter how calm he is.

after the death of amanai, you could feel him change. your geto. it was traumatizing for him, and you understood. always being there for him, never leaving him alone. the dark circles under his eyes were apparent, and it looked like he hasn't had a good night sleep for what seemed like . . . weeks, or months, if that's even possible.

geto appreciated your company, really. but sometimes, he also wanted to be left alone to dwell on his feelings. he didn't want to end up saying hurtful things to you because he was so angry at himself. but he did, and god was it horrible.

he was already feeling like shit before the argument— which if you see, wasn't really an argument at all. it was one-sided, geto was telling you off and you didn't say anything back. because you knew he didn't mean it. he almost desperately begged for you to leave him alone because your presence was "annoying" him and he couldn't stand it.

although geto said it in a heap of moment. he didn't mean it, and before he could say anything else, you tell him that you were going to be sleeping on the couch, so if he needed anything he was free to come to you.

geto didn't stop you. he was busy hating on himself for telling you that — and believe me when i say that he, right there, almost cried out of frustration.

he tossed and turned on his bed. where you were usually on too, beside him, holding his hand whilst he sleep. your hushed voice lulling him into a peaceful slumber; but you weren't there today, all because he told you to leave him alone. geto sat up, his eyelids heavy, but no matter how long he shut is, they always open back up.

with slow and heavy steps, he approaches you on the couch. and geto had always knew that you were a light sleeper, so his footsteps awoken you. seeing your eyes flutter open, geto slid on the couch, laying himself on top of you — head on your chest, arms clutching onto your shirt like he's desperate for your presence, and his legs intertwining with yours.

getos' hushed apologies were heard as he leaned into your warmth, and you told him that you were never angry. brushing his hair, massaging his scalp using your fingertips before lulling him to sleep, and geto did. almost immediately. and so did you.

he could never sleep without you. whether it being on the bed, the couch, or anywhere else — as long has you were with him, he will find the ability to drift off.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. is an ass. let's face it — he wouldn't give a fuck if you decided to sleep on the couch after an argument, at least for the first couple of hours. toji is a blunt man, and he's a sole believer that nobody could bear sleeping on the couch when there's a bed in the house.

but you were there to prove him wrong.

after an argument going south, he finds you grabbing your pillow and then seeking shelter on the couch. and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, knowing you'd come crawling back on the mattress after a few hours — because who'd choose the couch over the bed?

you. apparently.

he slept without a single care, thinking of words to say when you finally decided to come back on the bed. but when he woke up at three am, his arm searching to find your body, but realizing all he was catching was air — he finally realized that you weren't coming back onto the bed.

and it annoyed him. he was angry that you weren't there. and at three am? he was already wide awake, walking out of the room angrily. but his gaze softened when he saw you asleep, the constant flashing light from the television panning on your body; toji walks over, snatches the remote and turns the device off.

letting out a soft sigh, toji squats down, flicking your forehead. and the action was enough to make you grimace lightly in your sleep — although not enough to wake you up completely. the male chuckled and prepped an arm under the hollow under your knees, and an arm across your shoulder.

with ease he brought you into your shared room and he laid you down on the bed, covering your body with the blanket before he slips into his own portion of the bed. scooting closer to you as you instinctively nuzzled into his chest, seeking for comfort.

toji wouldn't admit that he was the one who brought you into the bed and would end up saying how you came crawling back at three am. you always find out the truth though, and toji tells you to forget about whatever he did because he won't be doing it again (he will).

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[bettys-redwinesupernova]

LINGER

rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: a sweet, introverted bartender and obx’s very own troubled golden boy share an unspoken connection—until jealousy, misunderstandings, and unspoken feelings finally push them to confront the truth.

based on this ask !! i hope you enjoy anon, and i hope it’s what you asked for :)

WARNINGS: brief angst, cursing, alcohol consumption, topper being annoying, jealous!rafe, jj being flirty with reader😝, “love” confessions, rafe not feeling good enough, mutual pining, but a cute fluffy end !! (lmk if i missed anything !!)

WORD COUNT: 3.8k (i got REALLY carried away !!)

THIRD PERSON +

The hum of conversation filled the bar on Figure 8, mingling with the low beats of a classic rock playlist. It was a quieter night than usual, with only a handful of regulars clustered at tables and the occasional newcomer drifting in. Y/N stood behind the bar, wiping down the polished surface even though it hardly needed cleaning. She wasn't one to sit idle, and, truth be told, she was grateful for something to do.

The nights when Rafe Cameron came in made it nearly impossible for her to relax.

He was seated at the far end of the bar now, nursing a drink he didn't seem all that interested in. His sharp jawline caught the low light, the curve of his lips tugged into what might have been a smirk—or perhaps he was just lost in thought. Either way, Y/N found it difficult not to glance at him every few minutes, only to whip her gaze away whenever his blue eyes threatened to meet hers.

She knew his routine well by now. Rafe always came in alone, usually later in the evening when the crowd had thinned out. He was polite—surprisingly so—but there was something about him that felt dangerous, like a storm rolling in just beyond the horizon. The other bartenders whispered about him when he wasn't around, but Y/N didn't pay much attention to the gossip. She only knew what she saw: a man who lingered a little too long, who seemed to light up when she stumbled through small talk, who always tipped well even though she was sure she got his drink orders wrong half the time.

Tonight, as she fiddled nervously with the sleeves of her long sleeve tee, she could feel his eyes on her. She braced herself, stealing one more calming breath before walking toward his side of the bar.

"Need a refill, Rafe?" she asked, her voice barely louder than the music.

Rafe looked up, his expression softening the moment he saw her. "Yeah," he said, pushing his glass forward. "Same thing as before, please."

Y/N nodded quickly and reached for the bottle of bourbon, her hands trembling slightly as she poured. She could feel his gaze burning into her, the weight of his attention making her heart pound in her chest.

"Long night?" he asked suddenly, his voice smooth but laced with something almost boyish.

"Hmm?" she mumbled, nearly sloshing the liquor over the rim of his glass. "Oh, uh, yeah. Sort of."

"You're always working so hard," he remarked, leaning forward just a fraction. "Not sure I've ever seen you take a break."

Her cheeks burned as she scrambled to wipe up a stray droplet of bourbon with the edge of her towel. "It's not so bad," she said quickly. "I don't mind staying busy."

"You're good at it," he said, and there was an odd sincerity in his voice that made her stomach twist. "The bartending, I mean. You've got this... thing. Like, you make people feel comfortable."

Y/N froze for a moment, unsure how to respond. Compliments weren't something she received often, and especially not from someone like Rafe Cameron. She fumbled with the garnish tray, pulling out a cherry and dropping it into his glass with shaking fingers.

"Thanks," she murmured, avoiding his gaze.

He smiled then—a real, crooked smile that softened the edges of his typically hard demeanor. "I mean it," he said, taking the drink from her. His fingers brushed hers, just barely, but the contact sent a shiver down her spine. "You're easy to talk to, even when you're... y'know, kind of shy."

She blinked at him, unsure whether to laugh or apologise. Instead, she ducked her head, the warm feeling in her cheeks creeping up to her ears. "I, uh... I'm not great at talking. Sorry."

"Don't be," he said, his voice low and warm. "It's cute."

Her breath caught in her throat, and for a second, she was sure she'd imagined the way he looked at her—like she was something worth noticing. But before she could respond, the sound of someone calling her name from the other end of the bar jolted her back to reality. She muttered a quick excuse and darted away, her heart racing as she busied herself with another customer.

Rafe watched her go, a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He hated how his chest tightened whenever she was near, how he felt like a nervous wreck every time she so much as glanced in his direction. She was sweet, kind-hearted, and far too good for someone like him.

And yet, he couldn't stop himself from lingering.

An hour later, the bar had grown busier, and Y/N found herself working harder to avoid Rafe's gaze. She didn't notice the arrival of Topper Thornton until his voice boomed across the room, drawing Rafe's attention.

Rafe liked watching her. She was different from anyone else he knew—a little clumsy, a little shy, but always kind. Too kind, he thought, for someone like him. She didn't belong to the same cutthroat world of backstabbing and manipulation that he did. She was sunshine, soft and untouchable, and every time he caught himself staring too long, he felt like a thief.

He didn't deserve her.

"Yo, Rafe!" Topper's voice cut through his thoughts, sharp and grating. Rafe turned to see his best friend approaching with a blonde girl in tow. She was pretty in a polished, effortless way—designer dress, manicured nails, a confident smile that screamed old money.

"This is Whitney," Topper announced, nudging Rafe's shoulder. "Told her you've been a free agent too long."

Rafe forced a tight smile, shaking Whitney's hand. She was pretty, sure. She had that typical Kook look, all high cheekbones and cold elegance. But she didn't spark anything in him. Not like Y/N did.

"Hi," Whitney said, her voice lilting with practiced charm.

"Hey," Rafe replied, stealing a glance back at the bar.

Y/N had seen it all—the introduction, the way Whitney tilted her head flirtatiously, the way Topper patted Rafe on the back like he'd just scored a win. Her heart sank, and she turned her attention to cleaning the counter with exaggerated focus, hoping to block out the scene playing out before her.

It was stupid to feel this way. She and Rafe weren't anything, not really. He was just a customer, and she was the awkward bartender who could barely string a sentence together around him. But seeing him with someone else, someone who seemed to fit so effortlessly into his world, made her chest tighten painfully.

When Rafe returned to the bar for another drink, Y/N kept her head down. Her usual nervous warmth was replaced by a cold efficiency as she mixed his order.

"Here," she said curtly, sliding the glass across the counter without looking up.

Rafe frowned. "You okay?"

"Fine."

He hesitated, searching her face for something—anything—that would explain the sudden change in her demeanor. But she didn't give him the chance to linger this time, quickly turning away to serve another customer.

Rafe's stomach twisted. She was shutting him out, and he didn't know why. Was it Whitney? Did she think he liked her? He didn't, not in the way he liked Y/N. But how could he explain that without sounding like an idiot? What was he even thinking? They weren't even together.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of frustration and longing. Whitney clung to Rafe's arm, laughing at his half-hearted jokes and batting her lashes at him, but he barely noticed. His focus was on Y/N—on the way she avoided his gaze, the stiffness in her shoulders, the forced politeness in her voice whenever he ordered another drink.

She hated him now. He was sure of it.

"Rafe, are you even listening?" Whitney's voice snapped him back to reality.

"Yeah," he lied, forcing a tight smile.

But he wasn't. His mind was with Y/N, replaying every moment of the night, searching for the moment he'd ruined everything.

—

The crisp night air nipped at Y/N's skin as she stepped out of the bar, her breath curling in wispy clouds before vanishing into the dark. The quiet of the island after hours was always a comfort, the distant crash of waves on the shore a reminder of home. But tonight, no amount of serene surroundings could quiet the ache twisting in her chest.

She tightened her coat around her as she walked to her car, her mind replaying the evening in an endless loop. It wasn't the first time she'd seen Rafe Cameron in the bar. She'd grown used to his presence, even come to anticipate it with a nervous sort of excitement. But tonight was different. Tonight, he hadn't been alone.

Y/N hated the way her stomach had dropped at the sight of the blonde girl—Whitney, as she'd overheard Topper call her—clinging to Rafe's arm, her perfectly manicured nails resting on his bicep like she had every right to be there. The girl was beautiful, confident, and poised in a way Y/N knew she could never be. She was everything a Kook girl was supposed to be, and everything Y/N wasn't.

Her hands tightened on the steering wheel as she drove home, the rhythmic hum of the tires on the pavement doing little to soothe her. She felt ridiculous, stupid even, for letting herself feel this way. Rafe wasn't hers, and he never would be. He was just a guy who came into the bar, a customer she barely knew beyond the surface. But that wasn't entirely true, was it?

The way he lingered at the bar, the way he seemed to soften when he talked to her, the way he looked at her like she was someone worth noticing—it had all felt so real. She couldn't help but replay every stolen glance, every hesitant smile, every compliment he'd offered in his quiet, almost bashful way.

But now, all of that felt like a cruel joke. Maybe she'd imagined it, read too much into his kindness because she wanted to believe it was something more. Maybe he'd been looking at her out of boredom, not interest. Maybe he had never thought about her at all.

Her throat tightened, and she blinked hard against the sting of tears. She hated how vulnerable she felt, how easily her emotions betrayed her. She had always prided herself on being independent, on not needing anyone's validation. But Rafe Cameron had slipped past her defenses, and now she was paying the price for letting him linger in her thoughts and feelings.

By the time she reached her small, cozy house, the weight in her chest had settled into a dull ache. She dropped her keys on the counter and sank onto the couch, her thoughts still swirling like a storm. Her parents had always supported her decision to work, even though she could have easily coasted on their wealth like so many other Kooks. She liked earning her own way, proving to herself and the world that she was more than just another privileged kid on Figure 8.

But tonight, she felt small and insignificant, like the world was reminding her that she didn't belong in Rafe Cameron's orbit. He was a hurricane, magnetic and destructive, and she was just a quiet breeze, unnoticed and easily forgotten.

And yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

—

The door to Rafe's house closed with a heavy thud, and he let out a long, exhausted sigh as he leaned against it. The evening had been a disaster, but it wasn't because of Whitney. In fact, he could hardly remember a single thing she'd said. His mind had been elsewhere all night, fixated on the one thing he couldn't stop thinking about: Y/N.

He pushed off the door and made his way to the kitchen, the silence of the house pressing in around him. His family was used to him coming and going at odd hours, and tonight he was grateful for the solitude. Pouring himself a glass of water, he leaned against the counter, his thoughts a jumbled mess.

Y/N had been different tonight, and it had shaken him more than he wanted to admit. She'd barely looked at him, her usual shy, awkward charm replaced by a cold formality that felt like a punch to the gut. He replayed the moment over and over, searching for the exact second he must have done something to upset her.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realised it wasn't just her behavior that had unsettled him—it was how much it had affected him.

He liked her. He really, truly liked her. It was a quiet, consuming sort of affection that had taken him by surprise. At first, it had been easy to dismiss—the way his chest tightened when she smiled, the way his heart raced whenever their fingers brushed. But now, after months of stolen moments and lingering glances, he couldn't deny it anymore.

He thought about the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, the way her voice softened when she spoke to him, the way her cheeks flushed whenever he managed to fluster her. She was kind in a way that felt rare, genuine in a way that made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he wasn't beyond redemption.

But tonight, all of that had felt out of reach.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Whitney had been a mistake—a distraction Topper had pushed on him that he never should have agreed to. She'd been all wrong from the start, her shallow questions and empty compliments grating on his nerves. She didn't care about him; she cared about the idea of him, the money and status he represented.

But Y/N... Y/N had never treated him like that. She didn't care about his family name or his bank account. She didn't try to impress him or play games. She was just herself, awkward and sweet and so genuine it made his chest ache.

And now, he might have ruined everything.

The thought made his stomach churn. He didn't know how to fix it, didn't even know where to start. All he knew was that he couldn't bear the thought of her looking at him the way she had tonight—like he was a stranger, someone unworthy of her time.

Rafe set the empty glass down on the counter and scrubbed a hand over his face. He wasn't used to feeling this way, vulnerable and uncertain. But Y/N had a way of unraveling him, of making him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

He didn't deserve her, not really. But he couldn't stop himself from wanting her anyway.

As he climbed the stairs to his room, his thoughts were filled with her—her shy smiles, her quiet laughter, the way she made him feel like maybe he could be something more than the mess he'd become. He didn't know what the future held, but he knew one thing for sure: Y/N had changed him, and there was no going back.

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Four days. Four endless, suffocating days.

Rafe Cameron had returned to the bar every single night since that dreadful evening, but each time, there was no sign of Y/N. It didn't sit right with him. The place didn't feel the same without her. She wasn't just another bartender—she was the lifeblood of the space, her sweet, slightly awkward energy drawing customers like moths to a flame.

But now, the warmth was gone. Without her behind the counter, it was just another dimly lit establishment, all noise and no soul.

By the fourth night, his restlessness was unbearable. He stepped into the bar, his sharp eyes immediately scanning the room. This time, she was there. Relief flooded him so quickly it was almost dizzying.

And then he saw who she was talking to.

Y/N was behind the bar, giggling softly as she leaned in closer to none other than JJ Maybank. Her hair slipped forward as she laughed, and she quickly brushed it out of her face, a move Rafe had seen her do countless times. It always left him breathless.

But this time, the sight filled him with a searing, unfamiliar rage.

What the hell was Maybank doing here? This was Kook territory, not The Cut. And worse, what was he doing talking to Y/N like that? The way JJ was leaning against the bar, all easy charm and flirtation, made Rafe's blood boil. He clenched his jaw so hard it ached as he watched JJ flash her one of his trademark smirks.

Rafe's fists tightened at his sides as he stalked over.

The second Y/N noticed him, her expression changed. The soft laughter disappeared, replaced by something guarded and uncertain. The shift stung more than he wanted to admit, but he wasn't here to dwell on it. His eyes flicked to JJ, narrowing with disdain.

"Well, if it isn't JJ Maybank," Rafe drawled, his voice dripping with contempt. "Didn't think you'd ever cross the bridge willingly."

JJ turned, unfazed, and smirked. "What can I say? The service here's worth it." He shot Y/N a wink, which only made Rafe's temper flare.

"Sure it is," Rafe muttered darkly, his gaze never leaving JJ. The air between them crackled with tension, but eventually, JJ shrugged and pushed off the bar.

"I'll catch you later, Y/N," JJ said casually before heading toward the group of Pogues gathered in the corner.

Rafe watched him go, his shoulders rigid with suppressed anger. When he finally turned back to Y/N, her expression was unreadable.

"Something I can get you, Cameron?" she asked coolly, her usual warmth noticeably absent.

Rafe hesitated for a moment before leaning on the bar. "Whiskey, neat—Please."

As she poured his drink, he couldn't stop himself from blurting out, "What was he even doing here?"

Y/N glanced up briefly, her expression neutral. "JJ's been here before. He's not exactly banned from Kookland, you know."

Rafe scoffed but didn't press the matter further. The silence between them was suffocating, and it took everything in him to break it.

"How's it been?" he asked, his voice softer now. "I uh, haven't seen ya' around."

She gave him a quick, noncommittal shrug. "Been busy."

The coldness in her tone stung, but Rafe couldn't let it go. He needed to understand what had changed.

"Look," he began, his voice low, "I feel like maybe I upset you the other night. Was it... Was it the girl?"

Y/N froze for a split second before resuming her task, but Rafe didn't miss the way her jaw tightened.

"How was your date, by the way?" she asked, her tone deceptively light.

"It wasn't a date," Rafe said quickly, his words tumbling over each other.

Y/N let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head as she turned to face him. "Rafe, come on. It very clearly was. She was practically glued to your side."

"It wasn't," he insisted, his voice firm. "Topper set it up. I didn't even want to go, and I haven't spoken to her since." He hesitated, his blue eyes meeting hers. "She's not really my type."

Something in his tone gave Y/N pause, but she was too hurt to let it show. "Right," she said flatly.

Before she could say more, Rafe's next question caught her off guard. "Are you seeing JJ?"

Her brows furrowed as she stared at him. "What?"

"Are you seeing him?" he repeated, his voice tense.

"No," she said slowly, setting her hands on the counter. "But he did ask me on a date."

The words hit Rafe like a punch to the gut, and before he could think better of it, he blurted out, "Don't go."

Y/N's eyes widened, and she crossed her arms. "Why not?"

Rafe faltered, the confidence he'd managed to muster evaporating under her sharp gaze. He opened his mouth, but the words caught in his throat.

"Exactly," she said bitterly, turning away to busy herself with a drink. "That's what I thought."

"Wait," Rafe said suddenly, his voice rough with desperation. "It's not— I..." He took a deep breath, his hands gripping the edge of the bar. "I like you, okay?"

The words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw.

Y/N froze, her heart hammering in her chest. Slowly, she turned to face him, her expression a mixture of shock and disbelief.

Rafe looked down, unable to meet her gaze. "I've been nervous to tell you because... because you're too good for me. You're sweet and kind, and I'm—" He broke off, shaking his head. "I'm not. I've got a lot of darkness, Y/N. I don't want to drag you into it or hurt you."

His voice cracked slightly, and he finally looked up, his blue eyes filled with vulnerability. "I don't want to break you."

For a moment, Y/N didn't say anything, the weight of his confession sinking in. Then, slowly, she stepped closer, her voice soft but firm. "You're not going to break me, Rafe."

His brows furrowed as he searched her face for any sign of hesitation, but all he found was quiet resolve.

"I can see the heart in you," she continued, her gaze steady. "You're different when you're around me, and I know it's real. You don't have to be scared of that."

Rafe's shoulders sagged slightly, relief washing over him like a wave.

"And for the record," she added with a small smile, "I'm not interested in JJ. He's been trying to win me over for a while now, but... it was never going to happen."

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his lips twitching into a faint smile. "Good," he muttered, his voice low.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her confidence returning. "Do you have something to ask me, Rafe Cameron?" she teased, a playful smirk tugging at her lips.

Rafe blinked, momentarily caught off guard, before shaking his head with a quiet laugh. He met her gaze, his expression softening. "Will you go out with me?"

Y/N's smile widened as she nodded. "Yeah. I will."

The tension between them melted away, replaced by a quiet understanding that felt both new and inevitable. For the first time in days, Rafe felt like he could breathe again, and Y/N couldn't stop the warmth blooming in her chest.

As the bar buzzed around them, they stood in their own little world, the first fragile threads of something real beginning to weave between them.

(divider by @kodaswrld !!)

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i hope you enjoyed this anon !! i had sm fun writing this and thought it was a super sweet plot/concept so thank you for trusting me with it <3

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Sleepy Crow

Word Count: 1.8k words

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, noncon, mentions of breeding, pet names such as kitten, sweetie, darling, reader is somewhat drugged but its her sleep meds!

AN: Hi all! This isn't my first time writing fanfics but I noticed a lack of Sylus fics with a darker undertone ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)σ". PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE read the tags and if this isn't something that interests you or is potentially triggering, please do not interact! I get this isn't everyone's cup of tea but this is a fic for people who like darker romance stuff!! Please enjoy, and I AM taking requests as I really want to get back into writing again. Do not hold back, this is a safe place! Ty!! <333

Sylus trudged through the pouring rain, his jacket soaked through and his hair matted against his forehead. The drops were heavy and unrelenting, pelting against the pavement and creating small rivers that flowed along the gutters. The barely lit streetlights of the N109 zone cast an eerie glow on the slick surfaces, reflecting off the wet asphalt like a distorted mirror.

As the man approached his mansion, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warm glow of the lights shining through the windows beckoned him home. He fumbled with the keypad to the door, his fingers slightly numb from the cold, before finally hearing the click that beckoned his entrance.

The sound of raindrops hitting the roof and windows followed him, a steady drumming that seemed to fill every corner of the place. He took off his sodden jacket and hung it up, feeling the weight of it pulling him down. He walked through the dimly lit hallway, his footsteps echoing softly on the marble floors, trying his hardest to be quiet. Mephisto was perched on his cage (not that he was ever really in it, it was more for decor) tilting his head when he saw Sylus brush past him but not making any sound himself.

He made his way to the bedroom chambers, deciding to make sure you were where you belonged. Peeking his head in the bedroom doorway, he saw your sleeping figure, chest rising ever so slightly with each breath. He smirked, closing the door behind him as he entered. He was happy you finally seemed to be getting some rest.

Your insomnia had been getting worse, and he'd been getting worried when he saw you were often messaging him at 4 am, sometimes as late as 8 am with no sleep. Of course he’d offer to have you over, to hold you and whisper sweet things in your ear until you succumbed to sleep, but he couldn’t always. Sometimes business was needed to be handled, and for those nights he had gotten you the best sleep medication that money could buy. You had been weary about taking them at first, but he had assured you that the side effects were basically none. He had made sure of it.

Sylus made his way to the bathroom, proceeding to rid himself of the damp clothes clinging to his skin. A quick shower and then he could finally curl up next to his little crow. Not that he would be sleeping yet, but it was nice to watch you dream. Sometimes you’d whine or make little noises, which he found absolutely adorable. He wondered what you dreamt about sometimes, but you had refused to answer much to his annoyance.

The hot water felt amazing after being gone practically all night. He washed all the blood and dirt from his skin, examining all of his various injuries. He had a run in with a few “pests” that he quickly exterminated, but they had managed to get a few nicks on him. He touched his arm where the biggest cut was, his Evol immediately snaking around it and healing it faster than he could blink. He did the same for the others, feeling brand new once more.

Some time passed before he finally turned the water off, dried himself, and slipped into a pair of boxers. He slowly made his way into the bedroom, hoping that he wasn't being too loud but you were out like a light. Sleeping like a rock.

Sylus slipped in bed next to you, sighing with pleasure as the soft mattress sunk beneath his weight. It felt heavenly. He turned to put his arm around you, trying to get as comfortable as possible so he could hold you. He softly kissed the corner of your ear, his head starting to swim with thoughts. Surprisingly, he felt comfortable enough to possibly fall asleep with you.

But he couldn't.

He had been laying in bed for thirty minutes just thinking. He thought about all the business arrangements he needed to finish. Tonight had been…messy. No doubt he had made some new enemies. How impatient he was getting about the new weaponry he had bought from Spain. They should be arriving soon, but it had been taking forever.

How he wanted to feel your tight cunt pulsing around his fingers.

Sylus stiffened, attempting to rid his head of these thoughts about you. His efforts were in vain though, as he was already rocking a semi hard on that was steadily growing into a full erection.

Obviously there was nothing he could do about it. You were sleeping after all. And not only that, it's not like he could wake you to do anything anyways. He hates quickies, they bored him. He likes to take his time. To take in your reactions, your faces, and your noises. Besides that, you were taking a pretty high dose of your sleeping meds and he kinda doubted he could wake you even if he really tried.

This thought stirred in his head for a bit.

Yeah...you wouldn't wake even if he tried. He sighed with a twinge of pleasure as he pressed his erection against the soft cotton of your underwear. The pressure felt immaculate, and if he hadn't been gone all night he probably could've finished just by pressing himself against you. You were the only girl ever that could make him finish that quickly.

But it wasn't enough. He needed more. It had been a bit since he touched you like this.

You moved a bit in your sleep, letting out a small whine. He leaned over you to get a better look at your face. Still sleeping, mouth open slightly ajar. You were so fucking pretty when you slept.

“Such a sleepy kitten” he growled lowly, snaking his fingers underneath the hem of your underwear. He didn’t know why, but the mere sight of your sleeping face was getting him worked up. You looked so docile, so vulnerable. He wanted you. Sylus began to tug them down slowly.

This was very wrong. He knew this and yet he couldn't stop. He kept going, making empty promises to himself that he would only take a peek. He just wanted to see you. All of you.

Sylus froze has he finally pulled your underwear down to your legs, practically breathless at the site of your cunt at his fingertips.

"Fuck..." he groaned, unable to stop himself from pressing a finger between your folds. He watched you carefully for any signs of discomfort or movement, but you were still fast asleep as he pushed his finger in. You were warm, inviting even. It's like your pussy was sucking his finger in, deeper and deeper. He slid a second finger in, picking up the pace. Soon enough, your cunt was slightly wet, spots of your slick forming on the backs of your legs near your pussy. Pulling out, he practically shivered with excitement.

Sylus was quick to put his fingers in his mouth, savoring every drop of you. You tasted so sweet to him, the best flavor he ever had the honor to try. He wanted nothing more than to dive head first into the source and lap it up. But his erection was so starting to bother him. It was rock hard, and throbbing ever so slightly, begging to be freed.

He had to have you. And he had to have you now.

He pulled his erection through the hole in his boxers, beginning to stroke himself with an intense grip. Groaning as quietly as he could, he stared at your wet and welcoming cunt. He swore it was just begging to be filled by every inch of his cock. Still wanting him, even when you were asleep.

"You’re so pretty sweetie" he whispered in your ear, closing his eyes as electrifying pulses of pleasure crashed through him. Sylus told himself he should stop now, but it was past that point. He knew himself better than that. His mind was already made up, no matter how much he was trying to talk himself out of it.

Turning you a bit more on your side, he readied the fat head of his tip to your entrance. You stirred once again, mumbling incoherent nothings before becoming silent again. Sylus chuckled softly, pressing his lips to the tip of your ear as he stroked himself a few more times.

As he sinks his tip into your tight entrance, his precum smears all over your hole. He shudders with intensity, trying his best to hold back a groan, worried that making too much noise next to your ear would wake you. He pushes further and further until he can't possibly sink himself into you anymore. You squirm, letting out another whine, this one a bit louder than the last.

"Im sorry kitten…" Sylus coos, laying his head behind yours as he fucks you with a slow, rhythmic pace. "Just need to cum in what’s mine. Be a good girl and stay asleep for me”.

He rests one of his hands on your hip, trying to keep from shaking you too much as he continually plunges himself inside you. You were warm, your gummy walls constantly tightening around him. He moans your name over and over like a prayer, feeling lost in your walls. The soft clap of his skin meeting your ass echoes a bit in the room.

"You're fucking made for me. Look at you sweetie, tightening around me, trying to squeeze me dry even when you're sleeping" he whispers, feeling himself getting closer and closer to bliss.

His thrusts became sloppy and he had to slow himself, trying to savor every moment he had inside of what essentially felt like heaven. He had been wanting to fill you for days. Images of his seed erupting onto the walls of your fertile pussy, eventually giving you a nice, round tummy that would grow his baby filled his head and he couldn't stop himself from finishing anymore.

As his hot ropes of sticky cum shoot against the walls of your womb, he accidently grips your hip a bit tighter than he meant to. You yelp, and he quickly rubbed his hand over the spot he'd hurt you, ensuring you remained asleep. He checks the spot and sees some slight bruising already starting to form and curses himself silently for losing control and hurting you. His Evol was quick to move over the injury where his hand lay, instantly restoring your skin back to a healed state. Sylus was amazed he could even do that. His Evol had only ever healed him. It wasn’t until you came along that it had ever revealed that kind of power and it didn’t work for anyone else either.

"Shh shh, its ok. Just be still, I'm almost done filling you up darling…”

Once his orgasmic high subsided, he took a moment to catch his breath before watching as his cum pooled out of you. He took his finger and scooped as much of it as he could gather before gently pushing it back within your folds. Feeling satisfied with his work, he pulled your panties up before finally pulling the cover back over you.

"There you go. Gotta keep my seed where it belongs so you can make us a baby. Right kitten?" he chuckled, finally feeling tired enough to cuddle you and fall asleep.