#he's been through SOO much.. and yet he still goes on!

[apocalyptic-dancehall]

Do the Claptrap character unhinged bingo. Now! (Please <3)

HE'S JUST.. HE'S SO FUCKING EVERYTHING.. HE MAKES ME FEEL SO FUCKING PSYCHED HE'S LITERALLY JUST A LITTLE GUY!!!

[revasserium]

A request for the prompt "Stolen kisses" + Zayne!! Thank you so much :D

also I love your writing SOO much <3

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49. stolen kisses

zayne; 1,720 words; fluff, fem!reader, no "y/n", whipped!zayne, implied sex, but still very saucy, zayne is hornee 24/7 and hes not afraid to show it

summary: 3 kisses, some stolen, others willingly given

a/n: i believe in my heart of hearts that zayne is barely keeping it together around the mc

one. After dinner, when the pair of you are cleaning up and your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you back into him as he presses a kiss to your neck before trailing his lips up to your cheek. Your laughter rings through the kitchen, folding around the pair of you like wings. His smile is soft, is radiant, is tender and absolute as he pulls back to regard you with his searching eyes.

“Good dinner?” he asks.

“The best,” you answer, grinning as you trail a finger along his jaw to tangle your fingers in his hair.

“Good…” he breathes the word against your cheek, leaning in, the ends of his bangs tickling the skin of your face. You make to pull back, but his arms loop tighter around your waist, pressing you close, holding you against the solid cool of the marble countertop.

“But we haven’t yet had dessert.”

Heat flushes up your neck and up, up, up till you can feel your face burning, as you blink up at him from beneath your lashes, feigning innocence.

“I didn’t know we had dessert planned on the menu.”

His grin goes sideways, his eyes taking on a darker, more dangerous light.

“It’s not always planned but…” his voice trails off as a tingling shiver races up your spine, “It is always… considered.”

And then, he leans in to kiss you — and he kisses you with a hunger that has nothing to do with the scrumptious meal you’ve just shared and everything to do with the pulsing heat coalescing between your bodies as he lifts you up onto the counter.

He kisses you like he wants to ruin your mouth for all other tastes but him; he kisses you as if he’s already been ruined by the taste of you.

two. It is unprofessional; you know — and so does he — to do this here, with your back pressed against the wood of his office door, his white coat slipping off his shoulders, his glasses nearly knocked askance by the force of this kiss.

You’d always known that just beneath his smooth, tempered glass facade is the kind of roiling heat that makes up the heart of the earth, the kind of passion that licked at the mouths of volcanoes and rends the sky into nothing but a devastation of ashes.

But here, now, the only rending is his fingers pressing into the dip of your waist, the only devastation his tongue as it traces along the inside of your teeth. You hear yourself make a low, wanton noise and feel him react, his fingers tightening impossibly, his mouth ever and ever more demanding.

“Z-Zayne… we —” but the words die on your lips as he drops his to the bare skin of your neck. You can’t help the gasp that tumbles from your mouth, nor the sudden flash of memory — crystal clear and sharp, as if carved from ice — of the night before, when he had sunk his teeth into your bare shoulder and twisted your hair with trembling fists. It had been pain and impossible, improbable passion. All urge and fire, desperation and need.

“Shhh…” Zayne murmurs against your skin, groaning softly as he finds your lips with his own again. And you are helpless all over again. Weak against the burning need of his embrace.

A soft knock shocks both of you from the frenzied passion soaking through your bones, threatening to blot out your good sense entirely. You pull apart, gasping. From the other side of the door comes the muffled voice of a nurse -

“Dr. Zayne? Your next patient is here. Shall I let him in?”

Zayne hisses out another breath before pulling away.

“Yes, just give me five minutes - finishing a report.”

You can't help the amused grin that tugs across your lips as the both of you make to tidy the slight mess you've made.

“So… I'm a report now, am I?”

But Zayne only regards you with a light, challenging look, quirking his brows.

“No.”

You blink, confused. Then Zayne smiles.

“We’re nowhere near finished.”

A fresh wave of heat crests up into your cheeks as you purse your lips, casting your eyes anywhere but Zayne's pleased face.

“Unprofessional,” you accuse, through the word lacks any vehemence, marred by the extensive blush still coloring your cheeks.

Zayne straightens his impeccably pressed white doctor's coat before taking three swift steps into your space, his chest nearly pushing against yours. He reaches out to tilt your chin up towards him and you feel a hitched breath caught like an insect in amber, suspended perfectly between your lungs and your throat.

Slowly, Zayne draws his thumb across the plush of your bottom lip. You feel his breath fanning across it like a wave of summer heat, found at the heart of winter itself.

“Only in front of you.”

He pulls away just as another gentle knock comes at the door, the nurse's voice announcing the arrival of Zayne's next patient. Zayne casts you one last lingering, meaningful look before gently nudging you aside to pull open the door, the vision of a young and promising doctor as he greets his patient with a small smile, the other hand guiding you towards the opened door.

"Don't forget to take your supplements,” he chides in a voice just gentle enough to inform polite company of his fondness for you, but nothing in it would hint at the indiscretions that had been committed only minutes prior.

"Okay,” you say, ducking your head as you brush by the middle- aged man blinking at the pair of you.

"And… see you at home.”

You only manage a nod and a squeak as the nurse chuckles behind her hand and the middle- aged man makes a soft noise of understanding.

three. You are both eighteen, and teetering on the edge of adulthood — though he’s already well on his way to stardom.

“Congrats — on the Starcatcher Award —“ you feel your throat catch around the words, and suddenly, your mouth is dry, your cheeks hot, your fingers twisting behind your back as you rock on the balls of your feet.

Zayne watches you, his expression thoughtfully blank, but his eyes — they’ve always been his tell. You meet them and search them and feel the fire caught behind them. His Evol might be ice, but… his soul has always been something that burns.

“Thanks,” he says, and you can almost taste the unsaid words bubbling just at the back of his throat. You wish he would tell you, but there’s a depthless chasm cut into the air between the pair of you, rough and jagged and —

“Do you know what I received the award for?”

You blink, startled. You purse your lips, looking away. It’d been too painful, too much to look into it, the knowledge of his brilliance always nipping at your heels like an unruly dog. It had pushed you forward, yes, but only out of the fear that if you let up even one single step, he’d race too far ahead and… leave you behind.

“N-no — I haven’t —“

“For my research on congenital heart defects in infants.”

The world slows, tunnels, and tilts around you. Your eyes jerk up to meet his and there — you see it, the blistering heart of all his so-called fire — and you remember suddenly that if it’s cold enough, the body starts to process the sensation as heat. That ice and fire are not so different.

That ice can also burn.

You find your own hands clutched just above where your heart beats inside your chest and you see his eyes flicker down towards them.

“Zayne —“

“I start work at a clinic next week.”

A frown creases at your temple.

“Our first appointment is on Tuesday.”

Your frown deepens.

“What do you —“

“To qualify for the Hunter Program, you need a medical verification of fitness. And… a primary care physician.”

At these last words, his eyes finally cut away. And here, in the dying light of his brand new living room, the sunset turns his glasses opaque for just a second. You’re left blinking in the aftermath of that light, the afterimages will be stained behind your eyelids for hours after — just that look, the firm line of his shoulders, the determined set of his mouth, his jaw, the softness in his fingers as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering against the bend of your cheek.

“L-Lying on reports would be a medical malpractice suit waiting to happen,” you say, your voice shaking with either delirium or emotion, you’re not sure which.

Zayne quirks an eyebrow, “I have no plans on lying.”

“But —“ your fingers clench at your chest.

“I’m just… confident in my own skills, that’s all.”

The shadow of a grin twists his lips and he turns back to you, his eyes cast in threads of molten gold.

“Oh… of course,” you let out a soft breath of laughter, toppling back into the sofa and tossing your arm across your eyes. A moment later, you feel the cushions of the sofa sink beside you.

“Hey, look at me.”

You drop your arm and turn, your head still pillowed against the back of the sofa. Zayne’s gaze flickers over every aspect of your face before he reaches out to take your hand in his. Slowly, he leans down to press his lips to your knuckles, letting his lips linger there till you make a soft, questioning noise at the back of your throat.

He looks back up with a knowing smile.

“Shall we get something to eat?”

You jump to your feet, “Y-yes! My treat — a congratulations gift!”

Zayne considers for a moment before sighing, “Alright, but just this once.”

“What, we’re not allowed to go out to dinner now that you’re a certified doctor?”

Zayne’s mouth twitches with amusement as he reaches for his coat.

“No, we’ll still go out for dinner — you’re just no longer allowed to pay for them.”

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

Remember in the Alex hirshe comic con thingy he mentioned that Bill would also watch The Duchess approves

Soooooo would that mean that Stanfraud would watch cheesy old lady soap operas with Stanley?

Also has there been moments where Bill conceplated what will happen when he gets back to his body, what will happen to this family (while not his) that has become attached to.

Another thing I was thinking is how betrayed would Ford feel that Stanley was essentially playing house with Bill and how much anger would he feel at Bill for taking away time he could have had spent with his grand-niece and nephew, and with his brother?

This au is so incredibly interesting >v<!!!

They absolutely watch cheesy soap operas together — all the time. It’s become their thing, honestly.

Bill definitely catches Stan writing his erotic fan fiction (canon information on the website) and will never let him live it down — ever. He does offer to proofread though! But Stan threatens to play synthesised music to get rid of him.

As for Bill’s thoughts on getting his own body back. It’s always been there in the back of his mind, usually as a positive. Finally, he can be free of this annoying skin puppet and get back to prepping for weirdmaggedon. Finally, he can be himself again! But, as the reality of it draws closer, he begins to experience hesitance, which he wasn’t quite ready for. Why would he be hesitant? He’s waited thirty years for this!

(His eyes tend to linger on the two photos Stan keeps down in the basement, one of the twins, and one of everyone: him, Stan, Wendy, Soos, and again, the twins).

Stan also feels a sense of… sadness, maybe? He isn’t quite sure what it is. But there’s something hanging over both of them as they’ve almost figured it out, and, despite the complications behind their friendship, Stan can’t help but ask:

“You’re not gonna just… disappear, are yah? Kids’ll miss you if you did.”

‘I’d miss you’ goes unsaid.

And Bill probably has to pause for a second, caught off guard. Stan swears he almost catches a glimpse of sadness in his eyes, but it’s gone too fast, and Bill forces a grin.

“Oh please, Fez. You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried!”

There’s an uncertainty in his voice. Stan doesn’t comment on it.

Honestly, thinking about Weirdmaggedon, I don’t think Bill would be ready to accept how drastically he’s changed yet, even now, and would try to prove this by sticking with it. Albeit, he makes some changes. He doesn’t have to put the Pines in danger! They can be V.I.Ps! Shooting Star’s already a servant of chaos as is, he can let her whip up some creations to terrorise the town! And for Pinetree? Weirdmaggedon would be a front row seat to Gravity Falls’ weirdness on full display. With so much to study, how could he hate it? And Fez hates the law as is, why not let him be above it. Surely he’d appreciate the gesture after all they’ve been through together. A little token of his appreciation. And Sixer… well, he’ll come around once he sees just how safe Bill is keeping their his family. Maybe he’ll even throw Ice and Question Mark in the mix, just to cover all his bases.

Rationalising like that… it makes him a little less hesitant about getting his body back.

He doesn’t tell Stan of course, or anybody, even after it’s revealed who and what he is. It has to be a surprise!

And finally, Ford.

He honestly makes me really upset in this au, because you’re 100% right. He hasn’t just lost 30 years of his own life, he’s also lost 30 years of family. He’s missed his parents’ funerals, the birth of his grand niece and nephew, etc. And apparently, Stanley knew how dangerous Bill was, read all of Ford’s warnings and scattered notes, and still let him be around the kids, still played house with him all those years.

How has Bill manipulated him? He thought Stanley was smarter than that!

He can’t even be happy to bond with his niece and nephew, because they’ve been deceived into thinking he was someone else for months — Bill, no less!

Honestly, it hurts the most when he truly accepts Stan hasn’t been manipulated. He isn’t doing this because he’s been backed into a corner, even if it started off that way. He’s genuinely bonded with that monster. So have the kids. So have the townsfolk who Ford struggled so hard with to connect with.

It’s a lot of salt being rubbed into open wounds.

[l3viat8an]

Dude I *still* had the thought that Solomon was only being nice cause he was in love with MC (me) 🤣 fun imagine idea: MC only finds out Solomon loves them through 2 demons whispering about it in the hall at RAD

That too! ‘n plssss that sounds so funny!!!-

I’d like to imagine MC over hears the first of the two random demons whispering that “It’s obvious the two human are in love.”

and MC is standing there like “Wha??? No!?” and almost goes up to the demons to correct them, but before they can the second demons laughs, “Nah Solomon’s the one in love, MC isn’t. At least not yet, I’d bet money on it.” the first demon just shrugs like ‘Fair enough’

now I can think of a few ways the rest of this could go;

MC walks up and asks the demons what they’re talking about- it would be soo funnyyyy. But the demons just clam up and say ‘it was nothingggg!!!!’ before the gossiping demons run walk off.

Or MC just pretends they didn’t hear anything. Going to their next class and trying not to think about what they overheard. But the next time Solomon’s around MC keeps looking at him weird, or acting fidgety and Solomon keeps asking if they feel okay?- maybe he should fix them a snack?- or MC needs a break-

Ooor MC asks Asmo if he knows what those demons could’ve meant by “It’s obvious”, Asmo grins ‘n laughs, saying, “Isn’t it? Solomon hasn’t been hiding how much he likes you!” this does not help MC at alllll. and they’re still confused, because no??? What??? Solomon likes them????

lastly ofc MC could just talk to Solomon about it……but just walking up to Solomon and asking “Are you in love with me” Sounds a bit blunt lolol

[thebisexualdogdad]

Fantasies - Satoru Gojo x male!reader x Kento Nanami

Since the beginning of your relationship Gojo had been very open about his various sexual fantasies and while you had been able to fulfill most of those fantasies the one he was still holding out hope for was a threesome with your fellow jujutsu high teacher Nanami.

With your approval of said threesome Gojo started planting the seed to see if Nanami would be interested in the idea and to his surprise he eventually agreed.

“Tonights the night my love,” Gojo excitedly tells you after ending class with your second years, “let's go home so I can get prepped, I want to be ready for you boys.”

You and Nanami had set the whole thing up discussing any boundaries you had beforehand and Gojo had been counting down the days until it was finally here.

You and Gojo make your way to your off campus apartment, you making an easy dinner while Gojo eagerly preps himself in the bathroom.

A few hours later your meal is eaten and Gojo paces around the apartment waiting for Nanami to arrive, “he's late, he had second thoughts and changed his mind.”

“Babe he's only ten minutes late he probably just got held up on the train,” you chuckle when there's a knock on the door.

Gojo runs to the door and opens it up to let Nanami inside.

“My apologies, the train was running behind schedule,” Nanami states.

“Told you,” you whisper to your boyfriend.

“Soo how do we do this?” Gojo asks.

“Patience Gojo,” you laugh, “let's set the mood first.”

The three of you sit around your living room having a nice chat, creating a tension free environment but both you and Nanami could tell Gojo was getting impatient.

Nanami decides to make the first move, setting his glass of wine down and scooting closer to you on the couch and kissing you, making Gojo gasp.

Gojo shifts in his chair and watches you two as it gets more heated, Nanami placing his hand on your waist and playing with the hem of your shirt.

Your own hand goes to his thigh, inching it higher until you reach the center of his pants,

Gojo barely able to contain his excitement seeing you palm Nanami through his pants with Nanami now kissing your neck.

You make eye contact with Gojo, his mouth agape, “come here.”

Gojo scrambles out of his chair and over to the couch, getting on his knees in front of you two.

“Is it okay if Gojo gives you a blowjob?” You ask Nanami.

He detaches his lips from your neck and looks at Gojo, “I would like that,” he says unbuttoning his pants and taking out his cock.

Gojo can't believe this is really happening, its even bigger than he imagined and hes not even hard yet.

He looks to Nanami for permission to touch him and he nods, Gojo reaching out to wrap his hand around Nanami's cock and gently begins to stroke him.

“A little faster,” Nanami tells him, starting to get hard.

Gojo moves his hand faster, intently watching his cock grow harder until he's fully erect.

“Go on Gojo, you haven't stopped talking about how much you wanted Nanami's cock in your mouth,” you tease.

Gojo licks his lips before taking a lick up the long shaft of Nanami's cock, sucking the tip between his lips while hearing the sound of your jeans unzip.

His head bobs shallowly in time with you stroking your own cock but soon Gojo's hand is taking over for you as he also takes a few more inches of Nanami.

After a few minutes Gojo releases Nanami's cock with a pop, moving over to you and giving you the same attention, now jerking Nanami off.

You and Nanami rid yourselves of your shirts before he kisses you again, running his hand along your chest.

Gojo moans loudly listening to you two make out above him and he continues to alternate between your cocks.

“You're doing so good sucking our cocks but I bet you want Nanami to fuck you don't you Gojo,” you taunt and he nods with Nanami's cock still in his mouth, “you need to get undressed then.”

Gojo frees Nanami from his lips once more and gets out of his clothes as quickly as possible.

Nanami meanwhile gets off the couch and steps out of the remainder of his clothes before getting positioned behind Gojo, you shrugging your pants off as well before Gojo eagerly takes you back in his mouth.

He finds Gojo is wearing a butt plug that once removed has him stretched so it's easy for his already lubed up cock from Gojo's saliva to slip in.

You feel Gojo's moans vibrate through your cock while Nanami builds a steady rhythm with his thrusts.

You run your fingers through his hair, praising him like he likes as your cock hits the back of his throat while Nanami's is hitting deep inside him.

“I bet you're loving this aren't you Gojo, taking two cocks from both ends,” Nanami smirks.

“Oh he's told me all about his naughty fantasies about the two of us having him in all sorts of positions,” you chuckle, gripping Gojo's hair as he continues to bob his head.

“If I knew all he needed was a cock in his mouth to finally shut up I would have let him suck me off years ago,” Nanami laughs, giving a smack to Gojo's ass which makes him jump in surprise, nearly choking on your cock.

“You should see him ride me, he becomes a whining whimpering mess don't you baby,” you say and this entices Nanami.

“Let's see it then,” he says pulling out of Gojo and Gojo immediately misses his cock but is excited to have Nanami watch him ride you.

Gojo releases your cock, a string of spit going down his chin and stands to climb into your lap.

He lets you line your cock up with his hole and eagerly sinks down onto it, groaning as Nanami starts kissing his neck.

Gojo begins a slow bounce in your lap, moving faster as Nanami's hands roam his body and find themselves roughly pulling on his nipples.

“Oh fuck,” he sighs, his cock swinging around slapping his stomach.

“Turn around so you can keep showing Nanami how good you are with your mouth,” you order after a few minutes and Gojo stills so he can flip around happily taking Nanami back in his mouth and he returns to his rhythm bouncing on your cock.

You sit back and watch your boyfriend ride your cock while sucking on Nanami's, Gojo's hands go to Nanami's ass squeezing his toned cheeks.

Soon you see his back muscles begin to tighten, signaling he was close to release.

“You want to cum Gojo?” You ask and he nods again unable to speak from Nanami's massive cock in his mouth, “should we let him cum Nanami?”

“I think he's earned it,” Nanami smirks.

You reach around Gojo, causing a moan to erupt out of him as you tightly grip his throbbing cock.

He loses his rhythm as you fervently stroke him and he gags on Nanami's cock when his orgasm hits him, cum shooting out all over his stomach and Nanami's thighs.

“I've gotta say Gojo I like watching you cum,” Nanami chuckles.

“Shit im so close,” you say, holding onto Gojo's hips so you could thrust up into him in his hazy post climax bliss.

Gojo soon feels you fill him to the brim and to make it even better Nanami makes himself cum at the same time shooting down his throat.

You hadn't even made it to the bedroom yet and Gojo was already having the best night of his life, it was better than any fantasy he could ever have.

[writingtraumaforever]

Uncontrolled Chaos: Chapter 14

Notes: Heads up! I won’t be updating a few days. Still feeling crummy and a bit loopy on meds, so I wanna wait for my head to be on straight before I continue. Thank you all for your patience and support! ^^

Summary: Rouge gets this ball rolling while Sonic finds himself curious and intrigued by this new and nicer Shadow.

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“Wait. Soo.. Shadow isn’t our Shadow??”

“Nope,” Rouge mumbles, phone held to her ear as she leans back against the clay wall behind her. She’s standing outside Tails’ home, Sonic and Shadow inside trying not to be awkward around one another.

“That.. can’t be good.”

“I don’t really know what it means, right now,” she sighs, rubbing a hand back through her hair before fiddling with the ends behind her neck. Twirling a piece around her finger, she frowns a bit, “I just worry for what it means for our Shadow..” she pauses. Swallows and closes her eyes, “Do you think he’s—“

“I’m sure he’s fine, Rouge..,” Knuckles’ voice is reassuring but firm on the other end, a softness to the way he mumbles, “Shadow can take care of himself. You know that.”

“I should’ve been there with him..,” she hugs her arms around herself, keeping the phone pinned between her shoulder and cheek, “I should’ve put my foot down with Commander Tower and just—“

She sighs, hearing Knuckles’ soft voice coming through her anxiety.

“Hey.. hey, don’t do that. Don’t beat yourself up. You and I both know that even if you had convinced your boss to let you go with him, Shadow wouldn’t have wanted a babysitter.”

Rouge can’t help the tiny smirk on her lips as she speaks, “You’re right..” she sighs again, frowning as her head tilts up against the wall behind her. Her turquoise eyes staring at the blue sky..

“I’m always right. The sooner you realize that, the better,” Knuckles teases through the phone, earning a scoff from the bat. Her eyes roll in an annoyed sort of way, but she smiles. She knows he’s just trying to get her head out of the clouds..

“You keep tellin’ yourself that, himbo.”

“What’s a ‘himbo’???”

“It’s—Nevermind. Doesn’t matter. You’re just proving my point,” she waves her hand dismissively, “Anyway.. we have this running theory the reason this Shadow even ended up here is because he played with artificial chaos energy..”

“Ah,” Knuckles hums, seeming to now understand why she was calling, “You called because you need my knowledge of chaos energy.”

Not because you need me. That goes unspoken, but Rouge still hears it plain as day.

“I called because I know if I can depend on anyone, it’s you,” she adds with a knit in her brows, “…I don’t want to call your treasure hunt short, but—“

“It’s an emergency. I get it,” Knuckles assures calmly, “I’ll come back. May take a few days, but I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Thank you, Knuckles,” Rouge breathes, a sigh of relief flooding her as she looks down at her shoes with a frown, “I owe you one.”

“You owe me more than one, bat,” Knuckles replies with a smirk in his tone, “Lucky for you, I suck at counting.”

“Why am I not surprised?” she chuckles, smiling to herself at him trying to cheer her up.

He’s sweet when he wants to be.

It’s one of his more endearing traits.

“I probably won’t be able to do much, though, if I wasn’t there when he initially used Chaos Control..”

Rouge purses her lips at that, “What if I could get you the readings on his Chaos Energy right after he was found??”

“That would certainly help.. I’d need the emerald he used, too. And a real one.”

“We’ll get on that,” she nods, making mental note of what she’ll need. Looks like yet another hunt for the chaos emeralds was on. As always.

Seemed to be an endless cycle for them.

“Good. I’ll get in contact with my ride and head back as soon as I can.”

“Great,” a pause, she swallows before adding, “Be safe..”

“You too. Don’t be too trusting of this new guy just because he looks like your friend, Rouge.. Can’t be too careful.”

“What do you think I am, a softy??”

“You’re certainly softer than you allow others to believe.”

She just stays quiet at that. He’s not wrong, per say, but she won’t admit it.

He just chuckles at her silence, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Whatever,” she huffs before adding a bit softer, “.. Bye Knuckles..”

She hangs up.

Inside, Sonic is leaving Tails another voicemail, “Hey buddy! Sorry to bug ya, but I really need you to call me back. Can’t tell ya through a message, but it’s important. Alright, hope you’re doin’ good! Take care!”

He hangs up with a frown, tossing the communicator Tails had built him specifically for the two of them onto the nearby chair before plopping onto his back on the couch with a groan.

“Why won’t he answer??”

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Shadow assures from his spot in the kitchen, helping himself to a snack since he’s starving, “He’s a smart kid. He can take care of himself.”

“I know that,” Sonic sighs, sitting up to look at Shadow through the doorway, “He’s just never been off on his own for this long.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Shadow questions with a raise of his brow.

“Well- yes,” Sonic admits, crossing his arms with a little pout, “Doesn’t mean I have to like it..”

Shadow can’t help but smile a bit at Sonic’s little pout.

His instincts tell him to go over there and kiss it away, rub the little furrow between his brows smooth with his thumb and comfort cuddle him.

But that’s a no-no. So he just chuckles to himself and looks down at his sandwich to take another bite.

Sonic looks back to him a bit curiously before hopping up off the couch to walk over, sitting on the edge of the table Shadow is eating at.

“So you like— eat normal food, huh??”

Shadow snorts a bit at that, looking up at Sonic with a questioning look, “What else would I eat??”

“I dunno,” the hero shrugs, “The sun??”

Shadow blinks at that, deadpanning at Sonic, “..You think I photosynthesize??”

“No?? What does pictures have to do with eating??”

“I—… nevermind,” Shadow rolls his eyes, looking back to his sandwich to take another bite.

“Seriously, though. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Shadow eat. I thought he just didn’t have to because he’s the ‘Ultimate Lifeform’,” Sonic puffs out his chest and drops his voice comically as if that’s how Shadow actually sounds.

“Surely your Shadow doesn’t sound like that.”

“He totally does.”

“I don’t have to eat.. well.. not as much as most,” Shadow explains, swallowing his bite, “I still need sustenance to keep my energy levels high enough. But not near as much as you do.. though, sometimes I just eat because I like to. Food is good.”

“Ay-yo, that’s a good point,” Sonic nods in agreement, a little grin on his muzzle as his legs kicks aimlessly from where they’re dangling from the edge of the table.

“Especially chilidogs.”

“Especially chilidogs,” Sonic agrees, eyes wide and deathly intense like it’s the most deadass statement ever.

Shadow smirks a bit at that, taking another bite a before reaching for his water to sip.

Sonic watches with a bit of curiosity in his eyes. Like something about Shadow eating is just so intriguing. So mundane.

Shadow puts his water back down and looks at Sonic with a quirked brow, “…Did you need something??”

“Huh?? Oh- no. Sorry. It’s just..,” he pauses, pursing his lips a bit to try and find a way to put this, “you’re.. way easier to talk to than the Shadow from this world.”

“How so?” Shadow questions, tilting his head at Sonic as he continues eating.

“Well Shadow Number 1–“

“Shadow Number 1??”

“Yeah. You’re Shadow Number 2, obvi.”

“What if I wanna be Shadow Number 1??”

“You can’t be Shadow Number 1.”

“Why can’t I be Shadow Number 1?”

“Because you’re from the second world.”

“But your world is the second world to me.”

“Yeah, but mine is obviously the canon world.”

“What does that even mean??”

“I don’t know, just— okay. I’ll call you something different. Our Shadow will be Shadow. You can be…”

Sonic hums in thought, tapping his chin as he furrows his brow and then looks back to Shadow, “Got a nickname??”

“Um.. well, my friends call me ’Shads’ sometimes—“

“You hate when I call you that.”

“I seriously doubt the other version of myself hates it as much as he says he does.”

Sonic smirks a bit at that, chuckling before shrugging and, “Well alright. Shadow is Shadow. You’re Shads. Easy enough.”

Shadow nods with a small smile, “Anyway, continue.”

“Right. Shadow is kind of an ass is what I was gonna say.”

Shadow quirks a brow at that, his smile turning to a frown as he speaks, “Yeah, so I’ve gathered.. you all have called him grumpy more than anything else since I’ve been here.”

“Yeah, that’s because he is,” Sonic assures, huffing with an eye roll as he thinks on all the times Shadow has been a serious jerk, “He’s such a downer. And thinks he’s so much better than me like— all the time.”

“I’m sure that isn’t true.”

“No, it is. He’s always telling me how weak I am or how I’m stupid or annoying—“

“That doesn’t sound like he’s better, that sounds like jealousy,” Shadow observes with a shrug, “I dunno, though.. I do know he’s definitely not thinking he’s better than you.”

“And how do you know that??” Sonic asks with a huff, “You’ve never even met the guy.”

“Because he probably hates himself,” Shadow answers, and Sonic’s casual demeanor fumbles at that.

Sonic frowns instantly, looking at Shadow a long moment before looking down at the ground with a thoughtful look, “…Why would you think that??”

“Because I hated myself for a long, long time..,” Shadow answers simply, finishing his sandwich before turning fully to Sonic to give him his full attention, “After everything that happened.. my past.. it was hard not to.. I blamed myself for a lot that I couldn’t control.. that’s also why I would be so bossy and harsh with everyone for awhile. I was stressed beyond belief, feeling this unbridled need to control everything since so much was out of my control. I didn’t want anything to happen under my watch again..”

Sonic snorts a bit at this, glancing to Shadow with a small smile, “You sound like you’ve been to therapy.”

“I have,” Shadow confirms with a nod, no shame in it.

“Oh,” Sonic blinks, a bit surprised by this, “I didn’t mean to—“

“You didn’t offend me,” Shadow assures with a shake of his head, “..I know it’s stigmatized. But I don’t mind admitting I needed the help.”

“So it helped you, then?”

“Well.. that and you,” Shadow admits a bit softer, a tiny smile on his lips as he looks at Sonic. His head tilts at the way Sonic’s lips part to form a tiny ‘o’ shape, the blue hedgehog’s cheeks growing pink.

Shadow chuckles and corrects, “Well.. Sonic Number 2.”

Sonic snorts at that, giggling with an eye roll as he quickly looks away and rubs under his nose casually, “So I’m Sonic Number 1, then??”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Hey!” Sonic laughs, punching Shadow in the shoulder playfully to which Shadow snickers and shakes his head.

Their moment is interrupted by the door opening, both looking to see Rouge entering with a stressed look on her face.

“Alright, boys, I’m gonna have to leave you two be for a bit. Momma’s got some errands to run.”

“Can you bring me back a chili dog, mommy~?” Sonic coos, batting his eyes dramatically at her. Rouge just smirks at this, “Only if you’re a good boy.”

“Ooo. Spicy,” Sonic teases playfully before hopping off the table to turn more towards her properly, “So what’s up?”

“I have to head back to GUN and try and sneak out whatever files they have on Shadow’s last op and his medical scans,” she explains with her hand on her hip, “It’ll be cake. The real challenge comes after.”

“What comes after??” Shadow questions, standing with his empty plate in hand to put it in the dishwasher.

Rouge seems to brighten up a bit at this, “A good old-fashion treasure hunt. And lucky for you two, you’ve got the best hunter around.”

[hdra77]

Hello, I just browsed your whole disarray AU tag and I think it's really cool. It's a little hard to tell what is it about but from what I can tell everyone is evil and corrupted for some reason (except for NSH?) There was an old ask talking about Pebbles and NSH's friendship, and I wanted to ask if you could tell more about that their friendship in this AU is like if you feel like it

Hello anon!! Thank you so much for taking your time to look into my au that means a lot to me!! 💗💗 sorry if some parts may be a bit confusing lol ive had pmvs planned to explain the plot better but thats been on the back burner for a while

To explain it simply, the triple affirmative occurred except that its something that could possibly make their kind turn on against each other.

Triple affirmative is a type of virus that spreads throughout the iterator's system and they would slowly rot on the inside as time passes. And the process is very very painful imagine your insides getting fried and there is nothing you can do about it but to lash out at others and infecting your kind in a desperate attempt to dull down the excruciating pain.

Basically this virus would just straight up kill them in the end it would keep on infecting their system until they shut down and collapse. Because of this others finds a way to search for the cure and some others accepts this fate.

Soo not everyone in the au are evil! Atleast for the first half of the plot.

All of the cast would have atleast one or two major flaws in them and it depends if you see their actions justified or just plain right evil.

Focusing on the early timeline where pebbles wasnt infected yet. If you noticed some of the pebbles asks recently the sign that this takes place before his corruption is his white eyes and sometimes seen with his golden irises!

Not exactly sure where im going with this lol but explaining more about pebbles and nsh's friendship:

Pebbles met sig through suns and he only grew to tolerate NSH because in his own perspective, taking in the false belief to see the image of his administrator infront of him instead of his friend is his way of coping from the abandonment of his creators. Which isnt..a good way to start a friendship if he only treated sig as a manifestation of someone else honestly

Slowly,but eventually sig managed to get pebbles to let him show him around outside his can and encouraging him to explore the places together and this was enough for pebbles to snap out of his delusion and see the iterator in front of him. NSH, the real him. not just a tool for him to cope with.

They became close, having a supportive friend that always pulls him out of his hole and encouraging him to have a more positive take in life despite the dying surroundings around them that makes it harder for pebbles to even believe that theres something beautiful in a world who wants to die. This is basically just a opportunistic friend and the pessimistic friend. NSH isnt always that opportunistic type of guy though, even after the ancients left the entire ecosystem in destruction he still finds beauty in things and he shows pebbles signs of life seeping through the cracks still finding its way back to reclaim the dying world.

Their friendship became more strained right after pebbles got in contact of his sister once again. Pebbles had become a lot more defensive and pushing others aside until his disappearance and the last time he had been in contact was with suns. This reason tear their friendship apart especially how sig suspects that suns had been keeping secrets from him and that they could even be involved in his disappearance.

So in an attempt to search for pebbles, sig sent hunter to investigate pebbles' superstructure. And it all goes from there

I may have gotten carried away like most of the time! But thats a simple explanation of how their friendship came to be! Friendship lore !! Hope this clears things up 💕 if you got any questions just ask me!

[narcissusinvain]

A strange little drabble I wrote about the start of the Life Series

Listen this was originally going to the start of a fic but it got a bit too lorey to a fic that was essentially just fluff soo

*shoves this at you and runs*

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You feel strange, falling through the void. 

Logically, you must know you were falling. 

Not that you’re able to tell - the strange stillness of the void (like a breath being held) allowed for no wind, and yet you were breathing. 

Why are you breathing? 

You can’t live, not in any way that matters. 

And still… you have had enough brushes with It before to know the chill sets in quick. One curious dip into the void left your fingers frostbitten and the knowledge that that death would be quick and painful, freezing you and then discarding you to be cradled in the strangely safe arms of Lady Death. 

You surely… you shouldn’t be breathing. 

Not unless…

Well.

Not unless Something wants you to. 

Stop. 

Curious… he is Realising. 

He wouldn’t be the first. Stop him. 

Of course. All the same…

What, Two?

He is far quicker than we could have expected. We have not yet fed-

He has always been subverting expectations. There is nothing to probe. Just stop him. 

A cool hand on your forehead. You jolt, arms outstretched as if you can cling onto anything in the resolute nothing. 

Quiet, player. You have played your game well.

It’s not quite a voice. The knowledge appears in your mind as It ‘speaks’ and you are soothed. You have indeed played the game well. 

And the universe said I love you because you- 

Are love. He knows this already. Why does he know this already? 

He is aware. Be quicker. Just finish it. 

You are love. You have played the game well. You can dream now. You have finished. 

This.. this isn’t how it goes. But you are soothed anyway, your arms falling back (if there really are directions here), to relax. 

To sleep. 

...

…

…

… 

How did the original go, again? 

You would rather like to sleep, to go back to dreaming. But you cannot leave a button not pressed, as it were. 

… 

And the universe said I love you because you are love. 

And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. 

Why did they not want him to wake up? He wants to wake up, he thinks. 

He remembers? 

He would like to… what was it again? To be the daylight, and the night and all that other stuff, but he would much rather like to wake up, now. To stop falling in this not-quite void. 

How can he remember?

Remembrance… that’s important, too. He didn’t need the love from the Universe, not really, because he remembered he was loved. He was someone’s brother, someone’s friend, someone’s son. 

And he knew he loved them all right back. If he… 

It seems silly, but he needed his name, now. He knew there was one assigned to him that was unsteady, like a crown too big atop his head.

Some god’s name that had never quite fit the player the way it should fit those non-beings, those watchers. 

I don’t Understand. One? 

He had another one, he was sure of it. Not his god-given name, nor the one he was born with. One he had chosen. 

Why does he never Listen? 

One breath in, one breath out. 

And that alone, proved he was alive, and capable of love. 

So he harnessed his love and felt. Felt for his sister, who would speak his name in a yelp, out of breath and grinning. Felt for his brother, who would whine under the pretence of annoyance. For his best friend, who would shout it loud and unapologetically, simultaneously telling him off and egging him on. For his love, who would whisper his nickname, a smirk always found on his face. 

Grian. Grian. Grian. Grian. 

And then all at once, whatever kept Grian not-quite-falling through the not-quite-void snapped and he fell. 

He fell, and fell, and          f

  el

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Grian fell and he took his memories, his loves and his Life with him.

Do something.

He opened his eyes. It was so dark it didn’t make much of a difference, but he at least liked the choice of it. 

Such choices. 

Between one blink and the next, sunlight began to shine brightly into Grian’s eyes; he whooped, ignoring his watering eyes because it was windy. 

And then he landed on the ground (far softer than he thought he would be) and even the ground with the rocks digging sharply into his back was a relief since he finally wasn’t fucking falling. He stood up, impatiently wiping the tears from his eyes when he paused, staring at his arm.

Three hearts were imprinted onto his forearm. 

He touched the one closest to his wrist, lightly grazing the green heart and - was he imagining it? Or was it pulsing?

Oh little Xelqua.

Did you really think you could escape that easily?

[bibibbon]

Hello! I read an ask from a few months back (I think it was from august) were the question was about the ending you would like, in the answer you mentioned giving Shigaraki a redemption arc. It was also written that the ending you wanted wasn't possible at that point.

I wanted to ask, if you still have that idea in mind, at what point of the story would you redeem Shigaraki, or what would you change to achieve that?

Thanks in advance for your time :]

Hi @the-useful-disaster 👋

It is true that I would give shigaraki a redemption arc. However, there isn't a particular moment that pinpoints when shigaraki will get that redemption arc. This is because, to me, shigarakis whole journey in the series should have been a redemption arc where he evolves and flourishes as a character.

Now, I think shigaraki is a hard character to give an original arc to because I honestly don't want to go down the route of making him a hero for the villains since I think nine does that soo much better.

Due to this, planning and creating a different path for shigaraki has been difficult, I suppose. However, I think that shigaraki should have a very similar arc to zuko's redemption arc from atla.

By this, I mean have shigaraki actively seek validation from AFO. Have him do what he does out of selfish type of desires and grief for the childhood that was robbed of him due to the system. Shigaraki is so entagled in AFO'S manipulation and standard that he does anything to appease him. However, as time goes on, things slowly change with shigaraki feeling betrayed by AFO'S absence and building up a hatred that he takes out on society.

He becomes a leader edged by AFO, yet he isn't connected to the league. The league here falls apart easily as shigaraki heads into a journey of self-discovery, figuring himself out and what he believes. A raised puppet breaks out of the chains his creator casts him in, and now he has to live and experience the world through new nuanced eyes. This leads to various situations occurring, which all lead to shigaraki going off the rails murdering AFO and shifting from a villain to a morally grey vigilante who would end up helping izuku.

Of course, there are many things that happen before shigaraki reaches this point, and izuku will definitely be someone who kick-starts this type of development in shigaraki.

Note : iam not having AFO manipulate shigaraki since birth!!

[fakeusernamelol]

HI LONG ASKS ANON HERE

I feel like Shermie and Mariana would never let Ford be alone with their Pa while their Pa is still very confused and has trouble with remembering people's names and gets migraines and random ptsd flashbacks he doesn't understand - which means no boat for the first year, Stan goes between staying at the shack with Soos, staying with Mariana or staying with Shermie and his family, Ford is just kinda trailing behind Stan like a kicked puppy, either staying in a different room than Stan or in a hotel nearby (I like to think once Shermie has decided someone isn't his family anymore, he doesn't forgive and he doesn't give second chances, kinda like Filbrick). If Stan does start remembering who Ford was and what Ford did he would first keep pretending just because. Well. Ford's nice to him now. He's not above lying, and he really, really wants to be loved by Ford without having to break his back for it. At first it's just for that, because he likes Ford walking at his side and linking their pinkies together and gently reminding him of names and old childhood stories without any frustration in his voice even though it's the 17th time he's told him, he likes seeing Ford trying and he thinks maybe Ford won't care as much once he knows Stanley doesn't need fixing anymore - that he might go back to treating him the way he used to now that Stanley was back to being himself, that maybe it was the way Stan is when he's wholly himself that drove Ford to be violent in the first place.

But then, like any good conman, he started bargaining. It's not like he doesn't want to forgive Ford, he wants to so badly but he can't forgive someone that doesn't change. Maybe if he saw Ford being nothing but the boy he fell in love with for a year then he would believe it really is him, that he really has grown, and then he can start "remembering" more, then he can start moving past it and once he's decided he's moving past it surely his brain will get the message and stop making him petrified of only wearing a tanktop and boxers around him or being alone in the same room as him or eating too much in front of him or talking too loudly with him or drinking when he's home or when Ford gets too close to their son and daughter or when Shermie starts raising his voice at Ford or--

This doesn't work the way Stan wants it too but Stan has been dealing with his mental health through brute force alone since he was 4 years old and he's not gonna stop trying until it works (it will not Stan tried initiating sex but heard Ford undoing his belt and threw up they're not okay even a little bit)

HI BUDDY HELLO!!!!! so happy to see you again dear long-asks anon, your amazing ideas help me a lot to continue with this silly au 😚💖💓💓💖💓 I GOT THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THIS ONE BECAUSE YOU'RE GIVING ME TOO MUCH IDEAS IM SHACKING AND GIGGLING OVER THE FLOOR 🥴🥴🥴

Mariana, Shermie and Soos would surely take the position of caregivers for Stanley because they're the only ones who know the story between him and ford (Mariana and shermie because they lived most of it lol, and Soos because he heard them talking about how angry they were with ford and he ended up making them telling the full story to him with the promise of keeping it as far as possible to the knowledge of the twins) all of them have the same mission, help stan remembering things, going through that little break downs his memory could have and most important, have ford far from him.

Shermie and Mariana had it way easily, found kinda sweet that when dipper and mabel leave they take stan with them to California to stay with shermie and his wife for them to take care of him, that would make stanley very happy. His memory was still very floppy and can't remember most things yet but he remembered spending time with those kids and he was happy to have them by his side. In shermie's house he could feel that calmly senior life far away from attractions and anomalies. He would watch soap operas along with shermie's wife and hear his son telling him some stories while taking a cup of coffee, when it was about the younghood of his kids they were cautious with what they said, they wanted their Pa to remember but only the good times so they avoided any mention of Ford or things that could make those uncomfortable flashbacks came back to Stan. Despite that, Stan felt calm there, it helped him remember the names of relatives he didn't see as often, like Shermie's son, and on weekends the twins used to come to visit him and his grandpa so he was pretty happy with that too, even though, he can swear he sometimes see that man with red sweater in the windows or in the distance on the street..

With Mariana, He remembered that creative part of his life. Having fun making figures with animal parts or drawings little things remembering things like his old lil «stanley» comics he did in his childhood or the attractions he did for the shack. Mariana would help him remember that good parts of his life but taking care of certain things that could lead to remembering ford (for example, toffee peanuts although she knew stanley loved them, they were prohibited because she didn't want to wake up any bad remembering linked to them because they knew ford hated them for some reason)

With Soos it was the only time he was near Ford because they both still live in the shack but he had a restraining order with Stan (Significantly, legally no but if soos saw him very close he wouldn't hesitate to tackle him lol) they couldn't never be in the same room alone, Ford didn't have the right to talk with stan and in nights stans room will be closed with a padlock and only stan and soos had the key to open it. HOWEVER laws and rules where something the pines bros didn't respect lol, living in the same house although not interacting was leading stan to curiosity, he still wasn't sure who this man was, why was he doing here but nobody seemed to want to ask that question so he would have to find that by himself.

When soos not around he would see that man walking through the shack, going to the kitchen or to some secret room he wasn't allowed to see. In nights he would hear strange sounds coming from what seemed to be below the Shack, and sometimes he would open the lock and leave his room whenever to go to the bathroom or kitchen but he could see that man lurking around the shack late at night. Finally Looking into his eyes and feeling a strange but familiar silence. He didn't know who this man was but he wasn't feeling scared of him. His face looked tired and petrified in a dispirited expression, he didn't talk nor get close to him, they only looked at eachother before one of them left leaving that scene full of questions.

One time when the headaches were preventing Stan from sleeping so he decided to leave his room and go into the living room to watch television, hoping to kill some time while the pain relieved and let him to fell asleep. While watching he noticed something was gently touching his pinkie, looking to his side and seeing that man sitting next to him with his hand close to his while watching the tv with him, For some reason that didn't make him feel uncomfortable or scared, he Just, let the man slowly take his hand while watching the crap late night movies that were on tv. The man's hand was rough but warmed, it matched perfectly with his even with that extra finger he noticed. Slowly nights were becoming the only time he got to discover who that man was. Holding hands, staring at each other without saying anything, and when one of them finally decided to talk, the man's tone voice was soft even with that deep voice he had. He tell him about stories he haven't remember, names he hadn't heard, he make him feel things he hasn't feel before. The flashbacks and headaches were getting worse but Stan was remembering more details of them, remembering sounds, places, touches,names. And then he remembered who Stanford Pines was.

But..he wasn't acting like he remembered, he was being sweet, he was telling him stories in a soft tone and only touching his hands waiting for his permission to do it, he was acting different but why was now feeling fear ? Why he was now feeling intimidated while seeing at those eyes that made his chest ache, why did that soft touch made him wait for a twist, he was being just like he always wanted, his heart was feeling the same he felt when they were just 12-year-old kids, but he was scared. He didn't want to get through that again, didn't want to suffer again, he loved that man he see in the nights, but he was scared that man was Stanford pines.

I really love the idea of ptsd stanley, my poor baby, he really wants to try it again with ford, trust him and try to have for the first time a good intimacy life with him, he want it so bad but he simply can't, he can't help but feeling something bad is going to happen even if ford has showed him that he has changed, after so much years, he deeply can't be sure of that, he doesn't want to suffer again 😢😢

[yunazxxx]

hi poowkie , iM not sure if your reqs are even open yet BUT i would love to put the idea of yandere!lara CAUSE YOU WRITE YANDERE SO WELL like PLEASE ITS SOO GOOD ANHWAYS MERRY CHRISTMAS LOVE YOU MWAMWAAA

pairing ≫ lara rajagopalan x daniela avazini

cw ≫ kidnapping , stalking , psychotic behavior , smut towards the end , choking , spit , spanking , bondage , bdsm , college au , gp!lara , lara’s obsessive and possessive , she's also not anyone's peace ,, etc maybe?

wc ≫ well over 4.1k

an ≫ okay you kinda provoked this one also not a much as sophia's which i apologize for!!!! still like previously stated with my last fic with such context in no way shape or form am i normalizing or romanticizing or even promoting this behavior without any consent behind it. — also happy holidays!! — ps not proofread and i’m SORRY it took so long to answer this i started writing it as soon as i saw your ask but my attention span is shit — pps my recs are open jst they take a while to answer!!

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the day in school was so simple, and boring, it was the same lecture everyday because someone just so happeded to miss the previous day. lara sighed as the teacher just yapped his mouth on and on, while she looked out the window just to see nothing.

it was never anything outside of the classroom window but fuck was it better than looking at this guy's face everyday like she had to. she was unimpressed like she always would be literally every other time she’d look outside.

lara turned her head, now meeting face to face with the teacher. "and, lara.." he started, she looked up at him. the guy really got under her skin, he was always on her back for the smallest shit for no reason at all.

"uh huh?" she replied, "why were you looking out the window." he asked, "why is your hair line receding?" she snapped back at him, too quick to even think about what she said before the words spilled out of her mouth.

the red haired woman quickly covered her mouth, a slight panic washing over her while he looked at his student in disbeilef.

"is this how you would like to start your day, ms. raj?" the teacher asked, and she shook her head no. she wasn't scared of the guy but if she got suspened again she would defintely get expelled so she had to watch what she said and how she said it.

lara grabbed her bags and made her way out of the classroom, saying some bullshit excuse why she had to go and why she needed nearly everything she brought into class. as she walked down the hallways, she came across someone who i haven't seen in a while.

"lara! hi!" her light voice rang through the hallways, "daniela!" she said and hugged the girl, it had been a while since we last seen each other and even spoken at that. apparently she transfered over to this school because it was cloest to her current place of resisdence.

we talked a little while until we heard the staff walking down the hallways, and lara practically jetted down away from her. for some reason she couldn’t get the blonde out of her head though, as she walked down the halls she continued to think about her scent, how bright her eyes showed, how beautiul she looked, and so much more.

she made it to the bathroom and sighed to herself, finding the entire situation kind of odd. see, lara’s known daniela a while, a few years really. they used to be inserperable until she had exchanged schools then as time went on they began to distance more and more.

but now seeing her, she looked so, attractive. lara tried shaking the thought, that's her friend, she can't think about her in such a way, as she walked down, making her way to her locker but it still wouldnt leave my mind.

nothing about her left lara’s mind to be honest, she was so caught up in her own thoughts that she didn't notice the time. it was time for break, meaning she just skipped two of my lectures for the day.

fuck apparently time goes by faster when thinking of you.

she hurried and put her stuff away before running to the break area. now, weirdly, her school didn't care where they went just as long as they made it back to campus on time.

and well, to say the very least they’d always use that to their advantage. lara sat on the sidelines, waiting for her friends to come outside and she spotted daniela again, this time she was walking and talking with a few friends.

now, against her better judgment, which was was almost nonexistent, she followed the girl. lara just stayed a few feet behind, she wasn’t sure what made her but she started taking pictures of the blonde. by the end of the first break she had over thirty pictures of her.

the rest of the day was really boring and she had the option to leave, just to the dorms if she had a good excuse and with that excuse she was able to get home but word gets around our school, really quick.

while lara walked to her dorm, she looked at all of doors, “huh, seems like this may be hers" lara said and just peaked around. the redhead had to hurry and run off before someone saw, running to her own dorm. once she got in, she closed the door behind herself and began searching up the girl.

it started, slow? simple, whatever. lara knew her social media already, because of their history and she found all of them. lara went through all her posts, looking at them, "seems you haven't changed a bit."

she took some screenshots of the girl's profile but again, she did not know why. lara didn't feel any certain way about the girl but looking at her made her feel, very, she couldn't explain it in words. but, lucky for her, she just so happended to add to her story.

after a little while, lara checked the story, seeing her entire trip to the campus and when she was able to get her dorm, and she was lucky. lara zoomed in and saw exactly what dorm she was in. now, normally she would have just walked up to the girl and asked her for the dorm number and etc but it slipped her mind.

lara contined to do more rearch on the girl, her curiostity getting the best of her, wanting to know where she's lived these last few years and exctly how active she's been in her older schools or communities etc.

she found pretty much everything she needed, and turned off her computer. she kept everything open, having different mental, phyiscal and online notes about the girl. lara decided to call it a night, locking and closing everything up.

the red haired woman went to sleep that night, satisfied with what she found. she couldn't excatly sleep that night becaused a thought kept coming over her mind. who has she dated ever since she left? okay yeah, they were never together to begin with but fuck she was a pretty girl, the best looking one in their city at that, so just fucking think how many other girls and guys might've made their advances to her.

lara was tossing and turning all night, the only thing she was able to make the sense of the situation, she needed the girl all to herself, not even allowing her to be with friends, or anyting.

lara decided to sleep, give it time to settle in and think about if she actually want to go through with this. lara woke up the next morning, her mind running wild like she just took some energry advancers. she got ready that day, bailing out on classes to go to the stores.

that night she was going through with it, and she knew how it sounded, she didn't have to exactly kidnap the older but she also can't just invite her over to the dorm, especially since the warden never sits his ass the fuck down and let's them have whoever we want over.

but she didnt care, and just let it go. she drove her car to the first store, supplies. lara brought the note she had written the previous night, going inside of the store and purchasing some ropes, cuffs, a blindfold, tape, and other things.

then she made her way over to another place, getting a bag and that was really it, lara hid the stuff in her car, driving down to her personal home and setting up everything. lara did it as quick as her body allowed it, knowing the girl would be getting her break soon.

lara didn't finish with one thing but she didn't care, she just wanted daniela way too fucking bad. lara got in her car and sped to the campus, and she slowed down as her car got closer, spotting the girl out among the crowd. lara honked her horn, grabbing almost evryone's attention.

daniela recognized lara's car faster than she expected her to, but she ran down the hill to her car. her smile was so bright, she didn't even notice she was already in front of her car by the time she came back to my senses.

she looked at lara innocently, 'why are you here today? i thought you were sick!" she said, but lara didn't say any words but instead tapped the seat in her car. she looked at her hand, the back at me.

and that's when she knew girl didn't pick up on what she wanted, "get in, i wanna show you something" i said.

she quickly obliged. she hurried and sped off once she was in the car, but it wasn't out of the ordinary because she always drove like this and dani was pretty much used to it.

lara drove past the school's campus, making her way to her house. her and daniela talked like it was a casual day, they made it to her house pretty fast, and she parked in her grage. lara looked at the girl, placing her hand on her thigh.

"i'm sorry" she softly said, causing her to chuckle nervously, "why are you sorry, lara?" she asked, and she put her hand over daniela's mouth as fast as she could and grabbed the ropes from bend her seat and tied her wrists. "this"

lara said, getting out of the seat, running to the other side to grab the girl, she pieced off some tape and wrapped it around her mouth before she got to scream. she struggled in her arms for a bit bfore finally letting lara take her inside, lara had to basically drag the older inside her door.

it was broad daylight outside, lara was lucky no one saw her. she closed the door behind herself and she put the girl inside her room. lara chained her wrists to her bed frame, she didn't rip the tape from her mouth but seeing her eyes, filled with so much fear for some reason made her more content with this.

lara contiuned her way outside turning her car off and grabbing everything that belongs to daniela and making her way back inside the place. she made her way upstairs, back to her bedroom. she saw her there, on her knees, but they were locked together.

she already looked so exhausted. but the afternoon had barely begun, lara crouched in front of her. her eyes quickly filled with plead, as she whined to the younger, hoping she'd take the tape off. "it'll come off, as long as you promise not to scream?" lara said to the blonde woman, and she nodded eagerly, and she slowly removed the tape off of her lips -

and almost in an instant, she began to scream for help. she pressed her hand agaist her throat, lara's other hand flying over her mouth. "shut the fuck up" the redhead whispered in her ear. "don't make another fucking sound." she warned her.

lara could hear her squeak under her, her voice barely coming out. reality set in and she finally let go and the girl was panting, "f-fuck.. okay" she said, her voice was already sounding hoarse. she held the girl's cheeks, her finger and thumb pressing into her cheeks. "you're gonna follow every last order i give you, do you understand?" she asked, as she tighten the grip, until she could hear a small "yes" from the girl so she let go.

"there's a smart girl" she praised her, gently moving some of the hair from her face.

"you look so pretty, come on, didn't you miss me?" she asked her, but she didn't look up at me. "danii" she said, but she still didn't look at her. lara's not sure what came over her, she was normally really calm but she grabbed the girl again, this time much more aggresive than she did before.

she could hear her slightly whince in pain, and she quicky let her go. she didnt want to hurt the girl, not in that sense, not at all. in that moment, she remebered thst she was bonded by the wrists to her bed. laraset the younger girl free, allowing the freedom to move her arms as she wanted.

she stayed on the ground, her arms just fell beside her. lara held her chin between her index finger and thumb, wiping over older's lips before gently kissing her. she returned the kiss, her lips moving against mine with the same amount of passion.

the kiss was sweet and short, she picked daniela up, putting her down on her lap. lara broke the kiss, but she brought her into another, her arms wrapping around lara's neck while lara's own wrapped around her waist.

she moaned slightly into the kiss, her body pressing against lara's more and more as the seconds passed. they broke off for a few seconds, the red haired woman began kissing away at her neck, marking the girl up nice and gently.

she left endless hickeys there, kissing down to her chest, as the need grew, she began grinding her hips on lara's crotch, causing her cock to slowly get harder by the second. it didn't take much longer to speed up, she panted into the kiss, her moans and movements getting needier as her erection grew.

lara halted her hips, earning a whine from the girl, "please, need you so bad.." she begged her, trying to move her hips but to no avail. "are you sure you want this? we can wait" lara said, but daniela nodded yes, the need being obvious. lara moved one of her hands to pull the girl into a deeper kiss, they fought for dominace for a while but she quickly gave up, allowing lara full access to her mouth.

lara tasted every corner of her mouth, now guiding the older's hips, lara rocked her against her boner, she praised the girl as her sped her hips up. listening to her whines pick up by the second, after a while they broke the kiss, she now began to focus on making her ride her thigh, watching as she fell apart on it.

"oh you poor thing" lara said while her skirt was doing her no justice. she could feel her slick through her panties.

lara began giving fake sympathy to the blonde woman, only making her whines pick up faster. she continued to praise the girl, watching as her eyes rolled back, until her head fell right on her chest while she allowed her to do whatever she wanted with her.

she raised her hand up, sliding past the girl's shirt, up her shirt, in fact, and she began groping her breasts through the fabric of her bra.

the girl began rocking faster, getting herself off on lara's thigh now. she reached her hand down, to her clothed clit, and rubbed quick circles, pulling the blonde into a quick orgasm, watching as her hips spasmed, and rutted against her.

lara pulled her shirt over her head, quickly removing her bra as well, she left her skirt on and lara began working on her panties. she simply slid them to the side, feeling her arousal already dripping down from her cunt, she lifted the girl by her hips and lowered her on her fingers, feeling her wet warmth engulfing lara's fingers completly.

she curled them fingers inside of her, listening to her whines and whimpers turned into moans and even louder ones as she fucked herself on lara's fingers. she forced the girl to hold eye contact with her while she did so, and she obeyed.

the aching and strain in lara’s pants became worse and worse by second, she felt her cock throbbing through her jeans. she flipped the older over, slamming her down on the bed, laying her on her back.

lara began attacking her neck, having enough of this stupid foreplay. she pulled her skirt and panties off in the same motiton, getting a blindfold and wrapping it around her eyes. "n-no no please.." she tried pleading with her younger but she still continued with my actions.

lara got off the girl after tying the blindfold, grabbing the cuffs and began to bond her back the bed. "h-hey please? too much" she whined, "sorry baby, you're mine, all mine" lara replied, hooking the handcuffs back to her bed post.

she slowly spread the girl's legs, taking her time and softly touching the girl, she started from her throat and made her way down with planting small kisses, lara left beautiful purple marks on her skin while she made her way down her body.

she arched her back at every touch from lara, already falling into a trance. she continued peppering her kisses until she made it to her waist, and then she stopped.

lara stood up, admiring her work. she began to remove her clothes, her cock sprung from her jeans and slapped against her abdomen.

it stood long and tall, her tip red from the need with drops of precum dripping down. she slowly inched her way closer to the blonde girl, completely ignoring the aching need for her cock to receive any type of attention.

she walked up beside daniela and rubbed her thumb across her face, stopping at her lips and puling the down, "open up for me" she said and she obliged. lara gently pushed her cock inisde of her mouth, just until she felt her slightly gag on it.

she gently moved her hips inside of daniela’s throat while she was below her , pulling out and each time she pushed another inch inside of her throat. she hollowed out her cheeks, allowing her to slide in and out mch easier. it didnt take long before lara’s pace picked up, her mouth around her cock felt amazing.

she thrusted deeper into her throat, her moans sendings vibrations around her shaft, and with the sight of her cock in her mouth, along with her well she would suck her off, lara came faster than expected. she shot rope after rope down the older’s throat. she would continue to thrust gently, to drag her orgasm out, but of course her cock didn't soften, why would it?

she made her way back down to between the girl's legs, getting a view of the pool and mess she's made on the bed. she only cooed to the blonde woman, standing over her and began cupping her cheeks while she slowly slid her cock on her clit.

she slowly began thrusting her hips to give them more friction, holding herself down against her clit with her thumb while her hips took off. slowly her room began getting filled with the sound of wetness and their moans.

lara kept up with this pace for a while until she “accidentally" penetrated the girl -

"fuck, you're tighter than i thought baby." lara gritted through her teeth, not even half of her cock fitting inside of her. she gave the girl time to adjust to her size, it took only a few minutes, pushing herself in genlty and pulling out as soft as she possibly could.

"god y-you're so big" she moaned out, while she pushed more of herself in, soon lara started bulging out of her stomach. she stayed idle once she was full inside of the older girl, actually giving her enough time to adjust -

which was the hardest thing ever for lara, her walls clenching around her while she dripped arousal down repeatedly. she retracted her hips out slowly, while it twiched, every detail she could feel getting dragged out of her cunt until it was pushed back in.

she made her thrusts nice and slow, deep and shallow, so the girl could feel her better, and did she. she was the loudest lara had heard her during this entire time, the cries she'd let out, the way she moaned for the redhead, begging for more or for her to be rougher wth her.

while she fucked her, lara leaned down to kiss her, her legs were locked around her waist, pushing her deeper inside of her to the base. she was already such a mess, and lara sat herself up, continuing with the same pace while she snaked her arm up and wrapping her hand around daniela’s neck, applying enough pressure to begin choking her.

she stopped for a moment, taking her blindfold off before she started again, watching how cute she looks while pantng, lara only picking up on pace and fucking her faster and harder. their hips slammed against each others in a quick motion.

lara retracted her hand, but speeding her hips up, feeling completely intoxicated by the feeling of how she clenched around her.

lara degraded and praised the girl in the same sentence, while she used her, kissing her. she even made her hold eye contact with her, watching as she thrusted inside of her cunt.

lara pulled out for a bit, then slammed back inside of her, switching up her pace and rhythm again and thrusting inside of her deeply.

each time she would hit a certain spot, daniela would claw at her back, her moans would get higher. her legs locked tighter, begging her for more while she picked up the pace slightly.

soon the girl came again, coating lara with her cum. lara chuckled and slowed her pace, brutally slow, dragging her orgasm out as long as she physically could. feeling her walls clamp around her cock made holding her orgasm a bit harder but she wanted to do something more, feel something more.

soon lara continued to thrust inside of the girl, holding her thighs above her shoulder now and brutally fucking inside of her, she wouldn't even pull out half her shaft before slamming it back in. her moans were quick to pick up, all the small whimpers were pretty much nonexistent.

the need for her grew more and more as time progressed, the way she would clench would make her feel intoxicated, her shaft continued twitching inside of her.

she sped up her thrusts, the burning sensation in lara’s abdomen telling her to stop but she was far too close, lara held daniela’s hips in place while she pistoned into her.

her orgasm caught up rather quickly, causing her to fill the girl up with her load, pumping rope after rope inside of her.

she slowly thrusted, making sure every last bit was inside of the girl before pulling out. lara sat and watched as it slowly trickled out of the girl, right onto the sheets but they’ll care about that some other day.

after a while lara took the cuffs off the girl, removing them from the bed. she discarded them somewhere, and she quickly clung onto her. she held her chest close to her face while she tried to even her breathing.

lara rubbed his palm against her back, in circles to help her breathing better. she would hold onto her for a good while, just until she felt it was enough then she stopped.

she broke apart from lara’s chest, her eyes were hooded and she was pretty much incoherent. lara played in her hair a bit, laying the girl across her lap.

gently cooing to her, she held daniela’s head, pushing her hair out of her face and kissing her.

after she fixed her hair, she shuffled off the bed and retrieved her clothes, just her under clothes and she slid one of her shirts on the blonde.

lara began to gently speak to her, comforting her like she didn't just kidnap her a few hours ago. she wouldn't really say many words back, but she was sure until curiosity got the best of her.

"lara?" she asked, her voice still just as low and soft as before, "yes?" she softly replied, a stupid smile plastered on her face while she cuddled the girl.

"why did you, you know" she asked, not wanting to repeat but she could hear the slight hesitation in her voice, lara reassured the girl and explained to her why its happened.

she would only nod against her chest in response, and soon she could hear her small snores while she slept. she just kissed her head, "welcome home, baby" she softly said and continued rubbing her back.

[kiyrian]

Since we get several Alan's through the game my theory is this:

The "insane" Alan in AW1 DLC -> Scratch in AW2

Mr. Scratch in AW American Nightmare -> Zane in AW2

My rumbling why under the cut

In the Dlc to the first game we see Alan's split himself in two. One part of him wants to fight, to get back to Alice and Barry and everyone he loves. The other is done, he is fed up with himself, and any further tries at escaping. He is rumbling about the darkness. Only when the Alan we play as, the still hopeful one gets to him, pats him on the back they once again become a one person.

For me this version of Alan - one that is hopeless, overtaken by his own Darkness is a previous iteration of what we see in Scratch in AW2. This hopelessness and anger and guilt just manifesting as a 1. Living double in AW1 DLC 2. A dark force that can overtake Alan but can also overtake others. Maybe because is stronger now as a parautilitatian, maybe because it finally has someone else to posses. Although in the second case it still travels after Alan like a lost puppy ("see I made us happy, you're the best author ever now!" - which seems like a daydream someone who is done with reality would escape to). So it's rooted in Alan's insecurities and doubts about himself, just manifested outside.

On the other hand we have Mr. Scratch from American Nightmare. A more playful, outright sadistic version of Alan. He isn't as much grief as he is creativity without moral bounds mixed with 2015 villain vibes. (I love him but I also know "I can't decide" by heart so I'm not a good point of comparison). He is the personification of how public saw Alan - at least when it came to scandals. He has one more quiet moment but seems to give up on trying to work with Alan rather quickly. And of course the Happy Song about how much of a psycho he is. The song that only shows up in AW2 when Zane is there. Zane who offers drinks, goes around half naked, dances with a camera and acts out shooting Alan (with finger guns). Also Zane who seemed soo moved by Scratch'es writing. Zane who is a movie maker (Mr. Scratch in AN did make those movies for Alan...).

So what's happened to Thomas Zane the original? He is gone. The original has been gone for a long time, we have never met him. For what we can see if his photo in the first game he had a short, light hair. He went down with possesed Barbara but then escaped to that bubble world just for them. So we meet the Bright Presence inside his body that guides Alan in AW1. Mr. Scratch doesn't even kick out the Bright Presence from the body - he is simply convincing everyone that Zane always looked like that in AW2.

Also the poems Zane quotes are the same ones that have been delivered in the ARG through the shoeboxes. I think that our Zane is built up from those scraps left by the original Thomas Zane. Yet since the poet has scratched himself from existence there isn't much left and besides Mr. Scratch is too much fun to just be a poet. Nooo, he must be celebrated. He must be dramatic, stage being killed (making Alan sad over supposedly killing his friend) only to smile and spout poetry

The question then would be: where is the Light Presence?

Here I am less sure. Maybe it is still helping Alan but grew weaker as time went by? Maybe that's how the bullet of light got created - it was the Presence that helped Alice. Maybe Mr. Scratch/Zane just destroyed it (I don't think so, but it's a maybe).

Also isn't this funny how much Thomas Zane haunts the story? He's been dead since the '70s but his writing, his visage and his fight for the woman he's loved echo through the whole series

[tia-amorosa]

Sunset Died - The Returnee Household

Evening talks

As the saying goes, "The full moon heralds disaster…". But this time there's no disaster overtaking the city. Cyclone has managed to reactivate the internet for everyone (or, let's say, almost everyone), but most people haven't even noticed yet. That's why he had planned to go to the meeting point the next day, where the other people spent their time from time to time. And he hoped, of course, that he wouldn't run into the Altos there.

It's getting late on this Sunday evening. In the meantime, the three returnees have settled into their new home relatively well. Blair is also getting on better in the house. And she manages to prepare something to eat. Even blindfolded. "be careful with the knife, darling"/ "my fingers are still on my hand, hnhn".

"It was such a great idea that they provided us with this stove. I was told that there was another one like it somewhere. I can use it to preserve lots of things in jars for a long time, so we'll certainly have enough for the winter: as long as I get enough vegetables. But this will make a nice lime marmalade for now. Blair listened to her carefully. "mmh. Oh, do you happen to know if there's any peanut butter here?".

"hm, I don't think so, sweetie. Maybe there's a jar in someone's cupboard at home and long past its expiry date…"/ "Oh, it doesn't expire that quickly, believe me…mmh, I managed that quite well…didn't I?". In fact, the salad turned out well for Blair, despite the fact that she couldn't see how much of the ingredients she was actually adding. Everything was prepared by feel and there was enough for everyone.

Emma looked over at Cy. "How's your cough?"/ "I think the antibiotic is starting to work. I've only been taking it for two days, but it's no more rattling around in my lungs"/ "You were really lucky that Morgana still had antibiotics in her clinic. But who knows for how much longer… If something doesn't happen soon, we'll be completely without medication at some point".

"Believe me, Emma, ​​times will soon change for the better." Emma began to ponder a little. "We can no longer be delivered by road, hm..."/ "Right. Now think about it, what would be the last option to get goods here from outside?"/ "phh... airmail?"/ "Oh come on, don't play dumb..."/ "I just can't think of it right now, sorry, Cy, I'm tired."

"O.K., little mouse, before you fall asleep… By sea"/ "Huh? Oh, soo, you mean by ship… But there's no port here…"/ "Believe me, there are always ways and means of getting goods from one place to another. They'll find a way in somewhere…". Emma closed her eyes for a moment. "phew, o.k., let's leave it like that for now, I finally want to sleep. "/ "All right… But believe me, I'll find out what's going wrong here, you'll see"/ "yes… you'll do it, Cy, good night". Her tiredness made her sound almost a little indifferent, but she knew that once he had set his mind on something, he would go through with it.

The doorbell rang late at night. Justine Keaton came by with her little son. Kenny should have been in bed by now. But the little boy couldn't sleep, so she took him for a little walk and combined it with a short visit. Blair was surprised, but very happy about the late visit from her former colleague. "Where are you… Oh here… Can I give you a hug?".

The little boy had no fear of contact. But he did notice something. "Are you ouchy?"/ "No, it's no longer ouchy… It's just… Temporary,. Soon the thing will be gone, but then you mustn't be afraid of me"/ "Afraid? our little one isn't afraid of anything. he even sits in front of the open fire and is happy as anything"/ "hopefully not alone"/ "no, there's always someone around. Do you think you'll be able to go back to work soon?"

"No… No, I don't think so, Justine. I've learned to appreciate life so much by now, you know? I just don't want to sit at my desk and file things anymore"/ "I understand that, of course. I would just do need some help now and then. You can think about it. It's nice to see you again,"/"I can say the same to you next time we meet, hn".

Cyclone let Justine and her son out the door again a little later and then turned his attention to his girlfriend. "So you're going to do it tomorrow?"/ "mhm. I finally want to see everything again, even if I know what to expect…"/ "It's scary and frightening at first, but when you see what people have already rebuilt here, you quickly get used to it. Let's go to sleep."

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover 🙂

Small note about this episode: Justine's visit was spontaneous, I didn't expect anyone to come by so late, but it was a nice opportunity to incorporate it into the story 😊

[leclerced]

furthermore on carhop reader

she kinda likes the attention so she ends up taking a sunday shift hoping she will see them (she’s convinced herself she will give them her phone number this time) but it’s race day and she finds herself begging whoever works that night to give her ANOTHER shift because the boys haven’t shown up yet and they show up right before close in their fireproofs and she’s like omg you are race car drivers … like the ones who are dating and before lando can stop himself he goes “well hopefully soon we will be racecar drivers dating you.”

AHH hellooooo sorry i was working and put this in my drafts and nearly forgot after i got off work. im assuming this is still u jelly <3 ily this ideas sooooo cute

imagine she begs someone to give her their shift and it doesn't take much bc they'd all love a free night off when they usually don't get one. she'd gradually get a little annoyed as the day goes on and she starts feeling the exhaustion of the long day set in and they haven’t been by yet. it’s the only thing keeping her going through the long shift. she's skating around looking for their car every time she takes an order out, but it's getting close to closing and it's slowed down enough her and the other carhop are taking turns with the orders to even out tips. she’s starting to regret asking to swap shifts when its thirty to close and she hasn’t seen them.

the other carhop happens to be a formula one fan a formula one fan, so all day reader had to listen to them complain ab missing the race as they watched it on their phone and narrated the exciting parts to the whole place, shouting whenever someone did an overtake or whatever. reader was too busy thinking about her boys to notice the similarities in the names. she caught their names when she delivered their last orders, repeating the names lando and oscar for the rest of her shift so she wouldn't forget them, but somehow she doesn't connect the dots when her coworker is shouting that oscar retired and that lando got a podium. then lando and oscar are there and she doesn’t know its them, she doesn’t rly have a way of knowing they’re there unless she happens to take their order out, and this time the other carhop takes their stuff out while she’s entering another order or making drinks. then suddenly the other carhop comes in and freaking out about the two formula one drivers in the drive thru and she’s like, seriously? you call them high performance athletes and they’re eating this shit?

she’s soo making fun of them and joking ab how their trainers are going to punish them, until another order comes thru and she has to pause her jokes to take the order out. she realizes that the formula one drivers she’d been poking fun at are in fact the two boys she’s been waiting on. the two that have been showing up in pajamas every day are now in race suits and grinning like idiots. she recognizes them instantly from the stories her coworker has told and photos she’s been shown, and is seriously disappointed bc theyre dating. she was fairly certain at least one of them was flirting with her, like sonic food kinda sucks, so why would two pretty foreigners come to the same shit hole fast food place in their fancy car when they could definitely afford the fine dining in the city?? because she’s there of course. or that’s what she told herself until she saw them holding hands or one of their hands on the other’s thigh before they noticed her approaching.

she tries not to show the disappointment but they’d notice something is off and ask her whats up and she tries to just say she’s tired from working all day and oscar’s like, “well didn’t you work this late the last few days?” and lando adds, “yeah, we’ve been coming back to see you and you seemed happier yesterday!” and she’s suddenly blushing and doesn’t know what to say because she was right! she was sooo right! but also confused because they’re definitely boyfriends? why are they going out of their way to see her? she’s thinking too hard on it and can’t think of a response. oscar takes her silence as discomfort, and tells lando to stop being weird because now she thinks they’re crazy stalkers. she’d giggle and say its okay, that she knew they weren’t coming for the food but that she doesn’t know why they came for her considering they have each other. lando being soo smooth and saying “you could have us too, if you wanted.” and oscar’s like, “again, lando. coming on too strong. she’s gonna think we’re weird.”

she totally does think they’re a little weird, but in an endearing way, like, two formula one drivers coming in for a midnight snack and thinking she’s so pretty they have to keep going back and spend hundreds of dollars on food they’re going to throw away at the hotel just so she’ll bring it out to them? certainly weird, not something she ever thought would happen to her, but then her shift is over and she’s climbing into their backseat while completely disregarding the critical rule of never getting in a stranger’s car.

her coworker who is a fan watching her shamelessly flirt w them and then get in her car after clearing out her locker and swapping her skates out for shoes, absolutely in shock that those two drivers are the two men reader has been giggling over for days.

[vrisrezis]

Rocket and reader but with enemies to lovers trope? 👉👈

if you write it, thank you soo much!! :D

So rocket and blackjack … got it 😩🔥

(Hc portion)

Rocket does not ever find himself falling for any enemy, liking his enemies even a little bit. Also, for him to hate you as much as he does, you’d have to be head to head against him constantly. Maybe you worked with thanos or maybe your ideals collide with one another often, maybe you find yourself constantly working against the guardians which is why you’re just a natural enemy to rocket. Maybe you’re just narrative foils. In any event, rocket hates you. He will not come to terms with liking you unless you two end up teaming up against a greater force, and he’s able to recognize the positive aspects about you rather than all the negatives. He’s able to finally realize you’d make an excellent ally if you weren’t the most annoying person on the face of any planet he’s been on. When it matters, he works with you. I think that the battle against thanos would truly be the first time you bond, and that bond would continue through the 5 years everyone you both loved was gone. You find solace in one another, and it’s how rocket is able to realize he loves you, even if you’re an infuriating piece of shit. You dynamic would not change upon being a couple, you would both be at eachothers heads, you’d both still argue and disagree, but you’re not enemies anymore. Rivals, perhaps. But not enemies.

(Fic portion)

Rocket sighs deeply as you give him another infuriating smirk. God how he hated the way you looked at him, over confident and bitchy, almost as if you were completely positive you were just better than him in every capacity, yet you still felt the need to gain his approval in some way. Even if you never admitted to wanting that approval, it was something you showed you clearly wanted every day you two spent together. The showing off in front of him, constantly proving to him you were the strong one, you were the one that could beat him in a fight, no contest. In this alliance, he was the one that needed you. If approval wasn’t something you desired from him, you wouldn’t feel the need to constantly one up the guy. At first he figured it was a lack of self esteem, and to an extent he thinks that is the case. But as if lately, he wonders if it’s something deeper. He wonders if it’s because you think of him the way he thinks of you, late at night, nobody around but him and his thoughts of the one and only, you. Maybe he’s just waiting, hoping, you think of him the same way. Because as much as you truly get on his every last nerve, he has to face the music. He is madly in love, and he’s never felt this kinda love before. It’s the kind of love that makes him scream at you, the kinda love that drives him crazy, the kinda love that’s never made him ever feel this way. The kinda love that never gets boring and never has ever made him feel so many emotions at once.

And he knows, he does the same thing you do. He goes out of his way to show he’s the smart one, he’s the one that makes the cool weapons, he may need you for your strength, but you need him for his brains. And perhaps, he’s come to realize over the many years you two have known eachother, that you balance eachother out really well because of it. Maybe you’ve realized that too. Or not. You are an idiot after all. He asks himself everyday why an actual moron like you was able to one up him for so long. But when he brings himself back to reality, and sees your shit eating grin, he knows why.

It’s because he let you.

Because despite how annoying he finds you, he’s always had some weird soft spot for you. Because what to him is infuriating about you, is also adorably charming. He wishes he could wipe that smirk off your face, but at the same time… he kinda likes that look on you. He likes that a simple face expression you give him could drive him so crazy. Deep down, he knows he doesn’t find you infuriating but rather the feelings he has towards you. Because it’s complicated. You two have been enemies forever, therefor he should not have such attachments towards you. And yet he does. He wishes he could get rid of them. And yet, you feel those things towards him too. And while he thinks you joke about it, he knows deep down you are telling him your truth. You simply don’t care about liking your enemy, and he’s envious of how carefree you are about it.

As the two of you work together more, the more he realizes he wants you on his side, forever.

[leafith]

The Valley of Triumph (2); 1-2-3-4-5-6

(every paragraph is a chapter!)

One year has passed, and it is Sentinekka's fourteenth birthday, the day she is supposed to see her best friend, Symphony, and her "guide", Ojtaro, again. She and Orlando are running through the Village to begin the Daily Quests they have to do for the Village of Dreams (in my AU, during the Season of Remembrance the Elders create a little assignment for the sky kids. They can decide whether to be a Missionary or not. A Missionary does the quests that a village needs daily). In the meanwhile, Ojtaro is reaching the Village with his family and Joyz, who he still doesn't like at all. They're coming with him to see Sentinekka, but also to see a show of the Theatre. The Performances Guide organized it and invited the whole Village of Dreams and more friends, and Passage is a friend of Performance soo... Yep. After walking through the Forest, the group finally comes to the Valley.

Sentinekka sends Orlando home since he was tired because of nightmares, so she remains alone in the Vault. And, in the Village of Dreams, Ojtaro goes on his way to search his friend. Suddenly, someone bumps into him: it's Judylia, but he doesn't know her yet. He asks her about Sentinekka and gives a description, since he doesn't know that she knows his little Moth. Judylia tells him that Sentinekka is in the Vault to do quests for the Village, and that she has become an amazing person that always speaks about him and Symphony. So, he goes to the Vault.

In the Vault, he hears Sentinekka's voice as she sings A Temporary High by AURORA. He sings it too while following the voice. Sentinekka is singing just to lose some time and relax a bit: she needs to complete one last quests for the Vault, then she'll have to go to the Forest and then the Prairie. The quest is to ride a Cosmic Manta (in my AU there are more different quests!). At the end, they meet on the top of the Vault and hug each other with excitement.

After that little embrace, Sentinekka tells Ojtaro that she knows his secret, she knows he's an Elder, and he gets agitated and scared. She isn't supposed to know. After taking her behind the statue of Lamed, Vault Elder, he lets his stress break free and asks her how she knows all of this. She doesn't really tell him how, but she reassures him that his secret is safe with her. So he calms down. To change topic of discussion, Sentinekka asks him how he has been during the time they've been separated, and the two begin to speak.

The future Elder and his friend are in the Forest. They speak and listen to each other, they talk about being a Missionary or an Elder. Sentinekka became smarter, and now she even knows all the name of the Elders. They were written in old books. She knows so much. It's like the student has surpassed the guide. While he explains to her his feelings about being an Elder, she tries to find solutions to set him free. But there are three only: death, Darkness or the rejection of the Light. And "the Megabird" chose him. Well, she corrects him and says that it's "Megabird" and not "The Megabird". Lmao. But, ANYWAYS: while they speak, Symphony is going away from the Sanctuary Islands to reach Sentinekka. Tewezo and Youssef would like to come with her, but she warns them to not do that since she wants to go alone. She can't wait to see her best friend again... <3

Sentinekka updates her diary about what happened and about the quests she must do in the Prairie. She needs to admire the sapling for some time, then to meditate in the Fields, then go take the Golden Light still in the Fields and then to ride a Manta. When she finishes with her diary, Ojtaro asks her why she's so organized. She explains the duty of a Missionary, and that she loves helping people at her best. He should understand that feeling more than her, that's what she tells him, since he has helped so many Moths like her and Symphony. During that discussion, Ojtaro accidentally says something in a language he must study, as a descendant of the Elders: Yoruba, an ancient language of the Sky Kingdom. Sen' recognizes it and, fascinated by the past, asks him what it means: Ori me means My Friend, he explains. He really doesn't like the stuff a future Elder must know.