#hey it's the end of march and once more i have lived and i'm not the same person i was last year but i want them to know that

[veroraine]

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[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

If you are up for it could write more Justice League x Assistant reader?

That scenario did things to me honestly, and I can't find anything similar 😭

Maybe reader calls in sick and the each JL member goes to check on them unanounced (reader never told them were they lived but of course they'd know *sideeyes batman*) which end up on all the members questioning and pointing at each other *cue spider man meme*, because why are you at my darling's- I mean our Assistant's house!

Reader kicks everyone out except the gourmet chef batman brought to cook reader some chicken soup.

A Day in Life: In Health and Sickness

Synopsis: A day in life were you, the Justice League's assistant, find out that sickness and a bunch of obsessed superheroes are just too much to bear all at once.

Pairing: Yandere!Justice League X Assistant!Gn!Reader; Platonic!Alfred Pennyworth

Tw: Nonconsensual (not sexual) touching; A single mention of obscene acts; Kinda breaking and entering; Reader gets physically restrained; Kinda forced infantilization? But not really, just humiliation; Some members of the League might be out of character bc I don't know them well enough; I was sleepy while revising and editing this so I might fix any mistakes I didn’t see later; English is not my 1st language.

Word count: 2,6k

Requested? Yes.

Extra notes: Thank you so much for your compliments and the request!! Your suggestion really gave me inspiration to write as soon as I saw it. It's not exactly what you asked for but I hope it's the same vibe and you like it!! Also I’ve seen all the requests for a part 2 of “He's My Collar”, but as stated here, I didn't answer bc I’m working on it! I just didn't have any ideas yet!

General masterlist | A Day in Life - Series masterlist

Whatever hit you today, it sucks. Yesterday, in the afternoon, you had a mild throbbing in your head, but not exactly a headache, at night, fever hit you, alongside a cough. Medicine helped enough but today you still felt a little warm, your head hurt, your nose was somehow stuffed and leaking at the same time. You've been awake for an hour and still just couldn't get yourself to care for your basic needs like showering and eating, let alone go to work, so you called in sick. At least you would have some piece for a day.

Or that's what you thought, until you heard some tapping on your window, scaring the shit out of you, and saw Superman outside with a sympathetic smile and holding a pharmacy bag, a crate of water bottles and food.

Ugh, of course you couldn't actually have some peace.

You took a deep breath to prepare yourself and got up, walking towards you bedroom window, and tried sticking your head outside, hoping he wouldn't enter your home if you kicked him out before, but before you could do anything else, he supersped inside and suddenly was at your side, making you dizzier.

— Hey! I heard what happened. How’re you feeling? — The alien’s face showcased his concern on his furrowed brows and he took a step too close (any step in your direction taken by one of the heroes was already too close for you), extending his arm forward to place the back of his hand in your forehead. You took a step back but he didn't seem to mind.

— Uh, I'm fine. You didn't need to come here. — Superman shook his head.

— I wanted to help. Here, I brought som- — Doorbell. The hero looked in the direction the sound came from, most likely using his X-Ray vision to look through the walls and doors, and squinted his eyes. Oh boy. — You called someone? — His voice is weirdly calm, contrasting with the way he abruptly starts marching out of your room and to the door.

Earlier you thought the fast exertion of movements would be too great for you, but apparently adrenaline was on your side, enough to follow him around as if you were the visitor inside your own place.

— I didn't. — You respond flatly and holding back a groan from annoyance, since you also didn't invite him.

Superman immediately opens the door as soon as it's within his reach and what's on the other side surprises you more than when you got the job at the watchtower.

— Superman. — Batman didn't seem surprised, but he also never showed emotions other than anger. — (Y/N). This is Penny-One. — He is surely referencing the old man well dressed on his side. — He is here to take care of you. — You raise an eyebrow, almost speechless.

— T-Take care of me? — You helplessly watch them invading your residency, painfully aware there's nothing you can do. Superman crossed his arms.

— This is not necessary, I came here to do just that. — Superman’s protest unfortunately doesn't give you any hint of how this will all turn out, nor does it scare Batman and his friend away..

— You have your own responsibilities. — Batman simply states. — You should go.

Penny-One simply turns to you.

— It's a pleasure, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N), even in your condition. Master Batman talks a lot about you. — You don't know what to stay and it probably shows, since no one waits much for your reaction before Penny-One is moving towards your kitchen and Batman and Superman continue with their argument.

You just go and sit down on your couch, questioning your life decisions and escape plans, which will have to wait until this damned curse leaves your body (and your home).

Your hands raise to rub your face and maybe give you some clearance, maybe wake you up from this nightmare, but keeping your eyes closed and sitting down only remind you of your condition. You feel worse or is it just your spirits? Either way, you let your body slide down until your side rests on the couch cushions, arms hugging your own body to try to have some warmth back. When did it become so cold?

At least their voices were low, as if trying not to bother you, it's a little soothing, especially with the promise of having food. Your eyes hurt just from staying open so you don't. At some point, some type of fabric is thrown over your body and a hand combs through your hair. You are too weak to do anything.

Next time you open your eyes, it's due to disturbing noises, your head is no longer on the arm of the couch and instead is laying on someone’s bare thighs. A pair of hands is running through your locks, and a really nice smell is in the air.

Did you fall asleep?

That would explain why your head is on fucking Wonder Woman's lap and she is looking at you lovingly. Also the fabric from before is Superman's cape.

You quickly shoot up, although just as fast, four or five pairs of hands, coming from seemingly out of nowhere — startling you even more — push you back down, you don't go without struggle, and soon, all hands disappear, green lights catch your attention and you can't move your body a single inch anymore. Somehow, you ended up restrained by a green and bright cocoon, as if you were soon to be a butterfly, only your face is free. Green Lantern’s construct.

— Hey, hey, calm down, hot stuff. I know she’s scary and you would never want to be close to anyone else but me, but you still need rest. — You're turned to the ceiling against your wishes. For some reason the fact that your whole body is covered doesn't give you the comfort nor the protection it should give you, instead, it reminds you of how vulnerable you are.

Your wide and paranoid eyes try to search for anything, since your head is being held in place. You can see Wonder Woman above you, glaring at something outside your line of vision, you are still in her lap. A bit of Aquaman’s blond hair on the bottom of your vision. And Batman, towering over you and the amazon, just observing as always.

— You can release them now, Green Lantern. — It's Superman's voice.

— He is not going to. — You see Batman saying at the same time another voice speaks the same sentence, making all of them turn in the direction of the sound, somewhere you can't see, but you recognize the voice. — He thinks they're weak and incapable of making decisions. — I'm sorry, who is weak and incapable of making decisions here? — He also wants to prove he is the only one capable of protecting and taking care of (Y/N), and impress them so they will fall right into his arms, call him a hero and give him a kiss… And other obscene things. — Batman smirks. Wonder Woman and another new and deep voice loudly laugh, the masculine voice being more obnoxious. Someone scoffs indignantly.

— Okay. Get out of my fucking head or I will make you. — The Lantern's voice sounds angry and you hear hurried footsteps. They wouldn't fight right here, right?! Right beside your sick body and in the middle of your crumpled apartament… It would make such a mess…

— I wasn't inside your head. Your thoughts were too loud, it's like you are screaming in my ear.

— I will make you scream! — You hear Superman superspeeding, probably getting in between the fighting duo.

— Ha- Green Lantern, calm down. No one will make anyone do anything here.

The agonizing feeling of restriction grows.

— WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? — You scream in a husky voice, panting right after. Everyone is silent and the next second, the construct moves you around until you're sitting up, back to the back of the couch. You are still being held and manhandled, but at least you're not in someone's lap and you can see something other than your ceiling.

Martian Manhunter is standing a few meters away from you, Superman by his side. Wonder Woman was still sitting beside you and doesn't look like getting up any time soon, Green Lantern makes his way to sit down on your other side, placing his arm around you, gladly you can't even feel it. Batman is still standing on the side of the couch, his cape covering his body. Aquaman is sitting in your armchair, his face laid on his hand, watching amused, if not a bit annoyed.

It's so weird seeing all of them, suited up, in the middle of your living room, and in plain daylight.

— We came here to nurse you back to health. — Wonder Woman speaks.

— Uhh, don't you think this is a little too much? — The heroes look at each other as if looking for the issue.

— I mean, yeah. I could do it alone, but for some reason when I got here, these freaks had already broken into your house. — Freak Lantern says, pointing an accusing finger at the other freaks in question, the trinity, Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman. — Those two came in later. — He nodded at Martian Manhunter and Aquaman, not giving them a single look, his eyes solely on you. Like everytime he insists on overly making eye contact with you, it's a bit uncanny. — Worry not, beautiful. I will kick them out for you. — Superman and Wonder Woman snort at his arrogance.

— You could go with them. I'm fine, I don't need help. I’ve been taking care of myself for years and can still do it. — You've been nice long enough, they crossed the line, they invaded your apartment, which is so unprofessional, and you need to set limits. They just look at you with pity.

— I am are aware of my neglect. — Neglect? — But it's going to be different now that we are reunited… — Uh? What is Manhunter talking about?

— Exactly. History has proven how men are unreliable and indifferent to others. I'm the only one you need, darling. — Wonder Woman caresses your face. — I don't even know what they think they are doing here…

— What are you doing here, princess? Don't you have mommy issues to fix or a guy named Steve Trevor to talk to? — The amazon furrowed her eyebrows and glared at the one sitting on your other side.

— Don't listen to him, (Y/N). I left Steve a long time ago, when I met you. — Girl, why? Go back to your man! Leave me alone! — What about Aquaman? Doesn't he have a kingdom to rule? — The man in question dismissed her answer with a hand movement.

— I’m protecting Atlantis’s future by making sure none of you get any ideas and (Y/N) survives their illness. — Batman shook his head.

— I’ve already made sure they're taken care of. You shouldn't be here. There's more important matters for us out there.

— Then why aren't you there?

Their battle of egos is just too fast for your slowed down brain to process and try to formulate any form of strategy. Before their banter gets worse, the older man from before reappears.

— Your soup is ready, Miss/Master/Mx (Y/N). — Penny-One seems unbothered by the commotion around you, walking in with the source of the heavenly smell. Your mouth waters.

— Let me do it, Penny-One. — Wonder Woman gently offers and takes the bowl from him, along with the spoon. The Justice League makes sounds of disgust when they start watching her spoon feeding you (they wanted to be in her place).

You groan, complain, try to wiggle out of the construct but nothing works, especially with your fatigued and sick state. If you weren't claustrophobic before you might be from now on. You are clearly uncomfortable and practically begging to get out but for some reason they just won't listen. It gets to the point where as soon as you finish your soup — after realizing, again, that with those people it's just easier to surrender —, and take your medicine, Green Lantern’s temper apparently gets done with your whining and resistance, and he simply makes another construct. Now you have a pacifier in your mouth. It's your limit.

They start fighting again because some of them find it degrading, some like to hear your voice even if they know how close to cussing them out you are, and some think it's cute and prefer your quietness over your cries.

You can't move. You can't spit it out. You can't bite it off. You can't ask for help.

Green Lantern is rubbing your cheek while — slightly — mocking you. Wonder Woman is cooing at you, while trying to convince the Lantern to stop with his antics. Aquaman is clearly expressing he is on the Lantern’s side. Batman, Superman and Martian Manhunter are threatening him.

Frustration gets the better of you and the dam breaks loose. Now you are wrapped, with a pacifier and crying. Like a baby. In front of your bosses. In front of people who think you are vulnerable and need them. They're practically keeping you hostage. You didn't want them here. You told them no, countless times, and they just blatantly ignored your boundaries.

You have a pa-ci-fi-er. In. Your. Mouth.

And they are talking. They are ignoring you. They're been doing it for hours. No. Months. That's abuse.

This is the most emotion they ever got out of you and it immediately quiets everyone down. They're just staring at you, shocked. This whole thing is just a shitshow. A disaster. They're a curse. You are cursed.

It's so distracting that it makes Green Lantern lose his concentration, which is what fuels his ring’s power, and the constructs start dissipating.

You immediately get up and put as much distance between you and the team, who all have wide eyes and maybe had just now realized the gravity of the situation, while thinking about control damage.

You are searching desperately for how you could effectively kick them out, while also experiencing just the aftereffects of a new trauma, when it looks like it will get even worse. Flash zooms into the apartment.

— Hey, (Y/N)! Sorry I took so long! Busy Day. N-Not that I wouldn't quit anything and everything just to help you. I just now saw the notification that you took a day off today! W-What… W-What are you guys doing here…? — The speedster noticed after his rambles the he is not the only one in the middle of your living room, and points at the whole team, who is on the complete opposite side of you. They also point at him.

— You’re late. — Batman states.

— Slowest man alive. — Green Lantern calls out his friend.

Flash looks around as if gathering his thoughts and notices your distressed state. He turns completely to them, his back to you and him being between you and his team.

— What did you do to them? — At his demand, all of them start pointing at each other and giving some sort of explanation or their side of the story at the same time, turning it into unintelligible sounds, until your yell interrupts them.

— GET. OUT!

— But-

— OUT!

— But, (Y/N)-

— NOW! GET OUT NOW!

They grumble but comply. Penny-One, who was totally unfazed during the while ordeal, just sighs, and starts making his way with them. Until you take a timid step toward him and stop him.

— N-Not you… I-I mean the soup was really good and I don't think I will have the energy to cook later… I-If it's n-not bothering you… — The older man smiles placantinly at you.

— Of course, dear. I'm getting paid either way, might as well just finish my job here.

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Hey so ive been having a rough day as I was yelled at by customersn at my retail job, can i get Angelperhaps seeing his genderneutral s/o getting yelled at by an unruly hotel guest and standing up for them and possibly comforting them? If you cant i totally understand, thanks ❤️

yes of course!!! i work in retail too people are so stupid fr... take care of yourself ok?? love you very much <33 warnings: reader gets yelled at, swearing, hurt to comfort

"a-ah, my bad..." angel perks up as he hears you apologize to someone across the room. the hotel had grown more lively with guests and sinners, and handling guests' purchases was your designated job. you were crouched on the floor, scooping up a tray of food you had dropped.

"what the hell? can't even get decent service at a place like this," the guest, a demon much taller than you grumbled, hands on his hips as he watched you scramble to pick up what was presumed to be his meal. "i am really sorry," you stand back up, tray in hand, and angel's hair standing on end when he realizes how shaky your hands are. "i-i can get a replacement for it right away-" "don't need a fuckin' replacement!" the sinner barks in your face, slapping the tray out of your hands and making you wince. "need you to do your fuckin' job right! they not payin' you enough, huh? think you can just waste shit like this!" "hey, asshole!" you and the sinner both turn to see angel dust marching toward you, his pink pupils glowing an angry shade of magenta. "listen up, fucker, they're doin' their best," angel jabs a finger into the sinner's chest, causing the demon to scowl at him. you shift anxiously on your feet behind angel, swiping the tears that had been forming in your eyes away with your arm. "so what if they dropped a tray? it's just some fuckin' food, not like they took a shit in it and served it to you," angel sneered. "if you lookin' to redeem yourself this ain't how you treat other people. so apologize or get the fuck outta here!" "fuck you!" the sinner snaps back, unable to come up with further retaliation before storming out of the lobby. angel glares at him as he departs, and only turns to you once the sinner slams the hotel doors shut. "angel, you didn't have to do that," you insist, voice hushed. angel places his four hands on your arms and smiles at you. "toots, you can't be takin' shit like that, okay?" he assures in a gentle tone. "i'm just tired," you inform him. "i'm not used to so many guests being here... looks like they all don't listen when charlie says to be polite to others." "that's for fuckin' sure," angel spits in the direction the sinner had fled in. "hey, don't beat yourself up about it, alright? i'll help you clean up this mess." he gestures toward the tray and scattered food that has stained the carpet. "okay," you sniffle a bit. "anyone else been treatin' you like that mothafucka?" angel inquires, cocking an eyebrow. you shake your head. "good. cuz i'd really hate to backslide on this redemption bullshit by shootin' some lowlife scumbag." you giggle at his remark and he grins, pulling you in for a four-armed hug.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Stranger 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Summary: A stranger buys the farmstead nearby and disturbs your sleepy village life.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You keep a frantic pace away from Clyde's place. Well, it isn't his anymore. You realise then you didn't get a name. You didn't get much of anything. Oh god. That was horrible. You told your grandmother you didn't want to bother. That man doesn't need a pie.

You come to the end of the drive and turn down the country road. At least it's good exercise. You shrug to yourself and cringe as you try to shake off the humiliation. Just stop thinking about it.

'Pie.'

Ugh, could you not think of anything else to say? You mutter to yourself about how stupid you are. What are you going to tell your grandma? She'll have a thousand questions, as nosy as she is.

As you carry on, wiping your sweaty palms on your flowy linen pants, you hear a rumbling. It's the familiar noise of a farmer's truck. You sidle over on the shoulder to make way for the passerby. To your surprise and chagrin, they don't pass. Instead, they slow and keep a snailish pace with you.

"Hey," the man calls. You know it's the stranger, his voice is stamped in your head; 'pie'. His eyes too. His bold blue irises stormy like the ocean. "Hey, let me give you a ride. Must be quite a ways you came down here."

"It's okay," you refuse to look over, "I'm fine."

"It's not too much trouble. I'm headed into town for some supplies. Maybe you know where I can find some chain."

He revs the truck, idling then bouncing forward with each step you make. You ball your fists tight as you stomp on. Why won't he let you go hide in shame?

"It was real sweet to bring that pie," he says, "what kind was it? I couldn't tell."

"Rhubarb," you answer, still bearing down on the country road. "I can walk, sir."

"I... I hope I didn't scare you," he says.

You're silent. You stalk onward. Home, home, always so far away. His stick shift cranks and the truck stops. He leaves it running as the door pops open and his footsteps march over the pavement onto the gravel.

"Will you please stop?" He comes up behind you, "look, where I'm from, we keep things even. You brought me a pie, I'll give you a ride."

You just want him to leave you alone. He might go away quicker if you just let him drive you. Then again, you don't like the idea of being alone in a car with him.

"No thank you."

"Hmm," he as good as growls, "you're the first unfriendly face I've met around here."

"I'm not..." you let your voice trail off, "sorry sir, but it's not far."

"Then it's no big thing."

"I like to walk," you squeak.

"Damn stubborn," he comments as he stops.

You keep going as his footsteps trail away. You don't look back as his engine roars again. He falls back into the same pattern as before, lurching forward little by little with your steps. You want him to go away so badly. You have tears in your eyes.

You look across the field. The Berrys are nice people. You gauge the distance to the trees. There's an old path you haven't been along since Cassidy still lived at home, your old babysitter.

You veer suddenly and fall into a sprint across the expanse of tall grass. You must look ridiculous but you've already made such a fool of yourself that it hardly matters. You're not really thinking, you're panicking.

You hear his engine stop and grumble in place. You pump your arms as you race over the flat ground and disappear behind the old well and down towards the brush. Your lungs burn but you don't stop. You can't.

He wouldn't follow you, would he?

You don't stop until you have to. You gasp and gulp and peer over your shoulder into the trees. There's nothing but the moss and scrambling critters. You stumble and lean on a thick trunk.

Great. You really outdid yourself. That man must think you're insane. Maybe you are.

You catch your breath and set back on the path home. Too bad the village is so small. The only way you'll never run into him again is if you take on a self-imposed exile.

Or you could just become a hermit.

You come in sight of your grandma's house. She's on the porch, swaying in the bench swing as she crochets. You tramp up the steps as she glance over without turning her head.

“That was quick,” she comments. “What happened to you?”

“Nothing,” you lie.

“You're a mess,” she scowls at your pants, mud splattered up the chambray.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you shrug. “Just took a shortcut.

“Mhmm, aren't you going to tell me about them?”

“Um,” you move to lean on the porch railing, “it was just some guy.”

“Some guy?” She wonders, needles clacking. “Young, old?”

“Er, I guess, pretty young…”

“So no wife? Single, hm,” she mulls.

“I think. I didn't ask.”

“Well, what's his name?”

“Oh.”

“Oh?” She narrows her eyes.

“I didn't… get it.”

“Ugh,” she frowns, “I should've gone myself but my hip. I'll have to call Lynette and see if she's heard anythinf else.”

“Sorry,” you pout.

“Well, you never were very social,” she tuts, “but I'd say you're more than old enough to learn. I'd like to have a great grandchild or two before I'm in the ground.”

“Grandma,” you exclaim, “don't talk like that.”

“You need me too. You need sense. You have no sense of urgency, dear. In a place like this, that's saying something.”

You deflate and throw your hands up, “sorry to disappoint… again.”

You push yourself off the railing and drag your feet towards the door.

“Oh don't be a child,” she reproaches.

You ignore her snipe, “what do you want for dinner?”

“Already in the oven,” she states tritely, “silly me, I thought you might invite the new neighbour to meet me, since I'm a but limited at the moment.”

“I… didn't think.”

She hums in disapproving agreement. You continue inside before she can make you feel any smaller. You know you're behind, you always have been. You're just as disappointed as she is.

[l3viat8an]

HEY RO!!!!! 🌹

I don't remember which game or lesson it came from but I remember a scene where MC and Beel were looking through the fridge for a snack and there was a pudding(?) With Mammon's name on it and Beel said "Oh, this one has Mammon's name on it. That means it's up for grabs!" (Or something along those lines, I can't remember exactly) And It got me thinking...

Mammon putting a collar on MC with his name on it to "claim them as his own" but the other brothers just completely disregard it. In all honesty it only makes them more attracted to you. And they always make you leave it on while they fuck you! Mc is just passed around the brothers "Mom said it's my turn on the Xbox" style. The brothers also "use" you to get back at Mammon for various things he's done to them.

Lucifer: (this bitch is just on a power trip honestly)

He calls you in the middle of movie night with Mammon and tells you to come to his office right away. After you've been gone for some time Mammon comes after you to find you. He busts into Lucifer's office to see you absolutely covered in Luci's cum and Lucifer has you in a mating press on his desk, just ruthlessly ramming into you. He looks Mammon straight in the eye and chuckles sadistically as you cum on his cock again. And he just keeps on bullying your hole as he scoffs at Mammon

"Look at how pathetic you are~ Not even being able to protect your most valuable possession from me~"

Leviathan: (This bitch wants his money/stuff back, but for now he'll use you as retribution)

Mammon had gone out shopping and you were just chillin in his room, sitting on his bed and playing on your phone. Then Levi bursts into the room panting, fuming and yelling about his limited edition Ruri-chan figure. His gaze immediately locks on you and he grabs you. He drags you back to his room, mumbling about paying Mammon back for what he's done. He ties you up and edges you for hours until eventually, Mammon comes looking for you. Mammon is obviously enraged by the whole situation and Levi is just grinning sadistically, still torturing you, while Mammon throws a tantrum

"You took my prized possession, so it's only fair that I take yours"

Beelzebub: (Mammon ate his food)

You and Mammon are chillin on the couch, watchin some tv, but mostly talking. Beel wanders into the kitchen for a snack. Soon you hear a loud growl from the kitchen and Beel storms into the living room absolutely livid. He doesn't say a word to Mammon and justs plucks you off the couch and tosses you over his shoulder. He marches to the dining room with Mammon in tow protesting loudly. Once he gets there, he plops you down on the table and pulls up a chair. He rips off your bottoms and just goes to town eating you. He holds you in place (because Mammon is probably tryna pull you away) and just eats you for as long as he feels like even through your pleas for him to slow down.

"You ate my food, so now I'm going to eat them instead"

(Obviously everything is consensual w safewords and such in place. They do love you after all)

~🍒

Levi’s?????? Hsksheuwban-

Lemme just add Satan cuz this idea is lovely~ 🍒~

Satan’s been roped into tutoring you and Mammon again, but Mammon skipped. Coming up with some lame excuse like he had a photo shoot or something-

And while Satan’s always happy to get some time alone with you, this means he’ll have to tutor Mammon separately……and ofc you’re still walking around with that damned collar with Mammon’s name on it!! unless you end up distracted-

And that’s how Mammon finds you a few hours later, he walked into the library already sayin’ how he’s sorry he late and how his shoot ran long, only to look over and see you bent over the table while Satan pounds you from behind.

Satan doesn’t even falter as he makes eye contact with Mammon, “You’re late.”

[amandacanwrite]

So here is the tea.

Hey guys, I have been absent since like, March.

Long story short, at the end of march our life blew up and we were genuinely facing the possibility of homelessness after we fell behind on rent and just couldn't catch up. It was an insanely stressful period of our lives, but with some luck and support from my husband's family we were able to find a new place to live.

We moved about 40 miles from our previous location, into the mountains of San Bernardino. Which is gorgeous, by the way.

Though we downsized considerably and had to get rid of more than half of what we owned (and still have to get rid of more,) we are safe, I have been mega busy at my day job (I do hair.) And my husband found a union job at a local grocery store.

We are slowly catching up with the bills we're behind on, for once we have been able to pay rent without tears and Uber eats being involved and frankly? The mountain life is what we've been wanting for a long, long time. Here, we actually have hope of buying a home some day and the people are mostly kind and curious, if not a bit nosy.

I just finished developmental edits on my novel With Love, Juniper and will be hosting a cover reveal stream on twitch next Monday. You're welcome to join us if you're interested.

I'm hoping to get back into the groove of working on my long fic and start writing other work that I've had to put on the back burner since starting my new job and prioritizing my novel.

Thanks to those of you who kept commenting, reblogging and liking my stuff while I was gone. It meant everything to me to know people still cared about my silly little fanfics while I was on the grind.

Catch me up, how have you been? Tell me below!

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[callofdudes]

✨GhostSoap incorrect quotes✨

With 141 chaos included.

Soap: Oops, got your mental illness 😊

Ghost: You give that back.

Ghost, pulling out a knife: That was a gift from my father!

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Ghost: I'm sorry for being mentally ill.

Soap: ...

Ghost: And a bit messed up in the head.

Ghost: The sex will be good though.

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Ghost: Johnny, this place is fancy and I don't know which fork to kill myself with.

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Soap: Simon, you're late for date night again, what was it this time?

Ghost, standing in the living room covered in blood: Well...

Soap, sighing: Baby I want to go out for dinner!!

Ghost: I know but just one more time love- next week we can go on a proper date but-

Soap: Hiding a body isn't a date!!

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Ghost: I don't want you talking at my funeral!

Soap: What?

Ghost: You can go to my funeral but you can't talk-

Soap: Why??

Ghost: My funeral is my time to shine!

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Soap: I don't know what the big deal is

Gaz, sighing: Ok, let's break this down. First of all, you don't fix any of the appliances in your apartment.

Soap: Yeah, it's too hard.

Gaz: You don't fix up your apartment in general.

Soap: Couldn't be bothered.

Gaz: Dude, you can't even fix up a decent meal for yourself.

Soap: What even is a stove. I mean...

Gaz: Do you understand what I'm trying to tell you??

Ghost: Hey, can I have 40 bucks real quick?

Soap, leaning in to whisper: I still think I can fix him.

Gaz: For fucks sake-

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Soap: Ghost, what's like a word your parents wouldn't let you use growing up. Like they said it was a curse word but it really wasn't.

Ghost: No, I can't say that, it's too embarrassing.

Soap: Oh come on I'll go first, my parents told us 'shut up' was like a curse. Like it was a terrible phrase we couldn't use.

Ghost: What? My parents said that to me all the time.

Soap: Really?

Ghost: Ok, this is a word we literally never used in our house. I don't even know if I'm pronouncing it right... Uh, love?

Soap: What?

Ghost: Oh I am pronouncing it wrong. Uh, luv��?

Soap: Uh no, it's pronounced love.

Ghost: Oh, yeah, well we never said that.

Soap: Ghost, you- you know I'm here for you right?

Ghost: That's so kind of you Johnny. You know what, I tolerate you.

Soap: What... What?? Tolerate? That's mean

Ghost: What, no it's not! That's like the deepest form of affection you can show somebody!

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Soap: Have you seen a person named 'Ghost' around here?

Gaz: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Price: It looks fine to me?

Gaz: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Ghost: *Screams*

Soap: *Screams louder to assert dominance*

Gaz: Should we do something?!

Price, observing: No, I want to see who wins this.

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Gaz: On a scale from “damn Daniel” to “fre sha vaca do”, how are you feeling?

Soap: In between “it’s an avocado, thanks” and “how did you defeat Captain America”, but as a solid answer I would say “I don’t need a degree to be a clothing hanger”. How about you, Ghost?

Ghost: Probably “road work ahead”.

Price: I speak many languages, and this is none of them.

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Ghost: I think Price was right.

Soap: I'm surprised he haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Gaz: He wouldn't do that.

Price: You're right, Gaz. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

Price: *turns around, the shirt they're wearing says 'Price Told You So' on the back*

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Ghost: I just ended a four year relationship.

Soap: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Ghost: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Gaz and Price fighting from across the room*

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Ghost: This is bothering me.

Soap: Well, you are digging up a corpse.

Ghost: No, not that. That's, uh, pretty par for the course, actually.

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Ghost: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Soap: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Ghost: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Soap:

Soap: Ghost, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Ghost: *Sips tea from bowl*

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Ghost: Okay. I get it. You've had a really hard time lately, you're stressed out, seven people died-

Soap: Twelve, actually.

Ghost: Not the point. Look, they're dead now and really whose fault is that?

Soap: Yours!

Ghost: That's right: no one's.

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Ghost: Soap was banned from the chicken shack, so we had to go out of town to get some.

Soap: Well, they shouldn’t say “all you can eat” if they don’t mean it.

Ghost: Soap, you ate a chair

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Ghost: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It?

Soap: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!

Ghost: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

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Ghost: Sorry it took me so long to bail you out of jail

Soap: No it’s my fault, I shouldn’t’ve used my one phone call to prank call the police

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Ghost: What is your biggest weakness?

Soap: I can be uncooperative.

Ghost: Okay, can you give me an example?

Soap: No.

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Ghost: It’s dark in here

Soap: Don’t worry dude I got this

Soap: *Stomps his feet*

Soap: *Skechers light up*

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Ghost: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you

Soap: 10 times 0 is still 0 though

Ghost: Jokes on you, I can't do math

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Ghost, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Soap: I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Ghost, with the tone of someone who is used to Soap: Outstanding.

Ghost: This is what I’m talking about people.

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Ghost: You saved me. I owe you my life.

Soap: No thanks. I’ve seen it and I’m not very impressed.

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Ghost: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Soap: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

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Soap: Am I in trouble?

Ghost: Take a guess.

Soap: No?

Ghost: Take another guess.

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Soap: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Ghost: Stop romanticizing the past.

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Ghost: I'm a reverse necromancer.

Soap: Isn't that just killing people?

Ghost: Ah, technicality.

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Soap: I can explain.

Ghost: Can you?

Soap: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Ghost: Fitness tip: never stop pushing yourself. Some say 8 hours of sleep is enough. Why not keep going? Why not 9? Why not 10? Strive for greatness.

Soap: Next time you’re working out do 15 push ups instead of 10. Run 3 miles instead of 2. Eat a whole cake instead of just a slice. Burn your ex’s house down. You can do it. I believe in you.

Price: There were so many mixed messages in that I can’t-

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Yumichika Ayasegawa (Bleach)- Oneshot

You weren't certain how it happened.

Truly.

Ichigo warned you that he had some crazy friends. Usually you just pretended that they weren't there. With two jobs, you really didn't have the energy to be worrying about crazies in old fashioned robes.

That's why you tried your best to get rid of him. But he just kept coming back.

Like a parasite.

"If you'd like I can give you some tips. Your hair is a mess."

An irk mark appeared on your forehead at the few of many insults that this annoying reaper had directed at you.

"IF I'M SUCH A MESS YOU COULD JUST STOP COMING YOU CRAZY REAPER!!"

Screaming in the middle of the street at a man only you could see probably wasn't doing you any favors. You huff, storming off.

"I'm just trying to help."

He jumped down from his once elevated position, landing right beside you as he walked in step.

"Why are you here anyway? Aren't you reapers supposed to be guards or something? You're pretty casual for someone on a mission." You grumble.

"Things have quieted down since the war. Our head captain just wants to make sure it stays that way."

You nod.

The war.

It's crazy how casual they always speak about those things. While you could see spirits, your fighting ability wasn't anything to brag about. Surely not to be of any use in a war. A part of you felt it. When the war started. You hadn't seen Yumichika or Ikkaku for a while. When they finally popped up to freeload in your home, you acted pissed, but truthfully you were relieved. Because you knew lives were lost.

"Is it scary, fighting all the time?"

That question was presented a bit quietly and Yumichika glanced at you. He could see your hesitance to even propose the question. Sometimes he needed to remind himself that you weren't a fighter like them.

"War is war. Fear is just a reaction to the unknown. I'm not sure if there's a word I can use to truly describe it."

The very serious response was not what you expected.

"However beautiful beings like me don't have to worry about such things."

He then persisted to pose in which you just walked away.

"Hey wait up!!"

Yep, that's how a lot of your encounters went. As agitating as he was at times, you enjoyed his company. You also appreciated him checking in on you every now and then.

"Geez, I'm exhausted."

You dropped onto the couch, not even kicking off your shoes. Yumichika smiled.

"Did you overdo it today? Your wrinkles seem more visible than usual."

"Don't make me end you."

Yumichika laughed nervously at the threat, and you just sighed, lifting your hand as you stared at it.

"Things like beauty, it isn't made for people like me. Just the thought of all that cutesy stuff is exhausting."

Although you say that, you haven't completely banished the prospect of dressing up and going on dates. It was just hard. Most guys wanted a girl to dress up and act a certain way. You did like dressing up every once in a while, but you couldn't see yourself changing your entire wardrobe just to appeal to a guy. You liked baggy clothes and cool sneakers.

Yumichika's eyes are trained on your form.

"Is there a human that you're interested in that you would be willing to do that for?"

You fully expect him to be wearing some kind of mocking expression or follow that up with another poke at your attire, but when you move your hand, that's not what you read at all. Your cheeks tint red at how intensely he's looking at you. It's not often that he's stoic.

You jump upright, bashful.

"What the hell are you talking about! A-As if I would be!"

You don't know why you're getting so defensive. It's not like he accused you of anything. You rise, heading for the kitchen.

"I-I'm going to make food!!"

Marching off stiffly, Yumichika watches you with a small smile.

He'll admit that your meeting wasn't exactly under the best circumstances.

He'd been in Karakura to help up with the increase of hollow activity. 

Back when Aizen was still gathering his army. Ikkaku and Matsumoto had taken one section and he'd planned to cover the next.

"Yumichika!"

Ichigo's call pulled his focus and he was stunned to see Ichigo carrying a woman in his arms.

"She's hurt, I need you to get her back to Urahara-san."

Yumichika didn't need much more instruction. From the worried look, this was clearly someone Ichigo knew. He handed you over, but your hand gripped Ichigo's robes and they both froze.

"I-Ichigo.."

For a moment they both took notice of the fear in your eyes. Ichigo offered the best smile he could muster.

"I'll be fine."

You were hesitant, but you finally released him. He gave one last reassuring look before he disappeared. Yumichika didn't waste any time. He took off himself, glancing down to ensure you were still conscious. Your eyes seemed distant. Your body was covered in bruises. What he could assume was a hollow attack.

"Please..promise me that you'll look after Ichigo. H-He's all I have left.."

Your words were solemn, and Yumichika was the last one to make such a promise. But watching you so helpless, it did something to him.

"I have his back."

At the time, that seemed like the right thing.

It helped you.

When Yumichika got closer to you, it was mostly as a source of entertainment. You were around all the time it seemed and you always had the best reactions whenever he flaunted his beauty. The more he saw you, the more he felt protective. The frequent trips to Karakura were welcomed whenever they had a mission. He was able to do his job and see you. The longer he was around, the more he learned.

Like your relationship with Ichigo.

What he initially assumed as romantic love was just a brotherly bond you'd formed when he saved you from a river as a kid. 

A detail he felt comforted that you openly told him.

"How come you always drop by just to piss me off."

You looked angry, and Yumichika had to admit it was cute. He'd never tell you, but sometimes he just loved to jab to get a reaction.

"I was merely saying you may never get to my standard of beauty, but you're still exceptional in your own way."

"Why does that sound like a compliment and an insult all wrapped in one!!" You fire back.

Yumichika laughed from his position on the roof and you just folded your arms, turning your head in the opposite direction. Nights like this were nice to just sit and watch the stars.

Considering that Yumichika could literally fly, you knew such a view wasn't anything extraordinary to him. It was still nice that he decided to entertain you.

"If I'm so beneath your level then why waste your time."

It was just an angry little ramble, but Yumichika turned. He could tell that you weren't truly upset. But he realized then that you may not actually know how he sees you.

"If I really thought you weren't worth my time I wouldn't even look at you."

The statement makes you turn, and you swallow. Because he's wearing that expression again. Soft and a bit paralyzing in a fluffy sort of way.

"I've made it a rule of mine never to look upon ugly things. What I see before me is quite beautiful."

Your eyes widen at those words. The heat crawls up your cheeks before you can stop it.

"Y-You're just messing with me again!" You point at him accusingly.

He smiles, and it does something to you. When he moves closer, he takes hold of your hand, and it lowers slowly into your lap. 

You're in awe.

"Not so feisty anymore, are you?"

The confident smile on his face is disarming. Especially with the lack of space. You clench your hand into your lap.

"W-What are you doing Yumichika.."

It's almost a whisper. It's when his hand cups your cheek that you feel your heart hammer.

"I thought I was clear, I'm claiming something very beautiful."

His lips descend on your own and you clench your eyes shut. You can't believe you let someone like Yumichika mess with you. Much less kiss you. Although you can't deny that it feels really good. His lips feel so soft, and you've never realized just how good he smells. You feel his hand shift from your lap, sliding over your waist as he pulls you closer. Your blush darkens and he deepens the kiss. At this point you're just barely able to think, much less do much but reciprocate shyly. When his tongue brushes against our own, you pull away with a gasp, covering your lips.

Yumichika licks his own lips.

"W-What was that!"

"That was a kiss, would you like another?"

"N-No you sneaky pervert!!"

In all honesty, you're not sure your brain will be able to function properly if he kisses you again. Your protests are merely to save face. 

This is embarrassing to say the least.

You don't expect it when he picks you up. Letting out a soft squeak, you grip at his robes.

"What the heck are you doing!!"

"I already told you."

He says nothing more, just flash steps into the house.

"W-Wait I'm not prepared!! K-KYA!!!"

It looks like you never had anything to worry about.

[sw33tsnow]

You want me exclusively

Dilf!König x Mechanic!Curvy!F!Reader (18+)

Summary: All thanks to your sister and her part-time job, you’ve found the man - your man. 

Warning: NOT FOR MINORS, age gap (late-20s & mid-40s), size difference, single dad (König is depicted without a hood), slight angst, smut, pussydrunk!König, possessive!f!reader, praising, boobs sucking, blowjob, dick slapping, cunnilingus, face sitting, fingering, flatiron position, unprotected sex, confession, etc. Word count: 6k6

NOTE(s):

In Badjhur we trust: better imagination (the scenario was different)

Just my dirty thoughts in the middle of the night :3

I'M TERRIBLY APOLOGIZE FOR ANY GRAMMAR AND LANGUAGE ERRS

His teeth were clenching and his eyes were wandering between the front door and the small, flaming cocoon in his hand, König was indeed panicking. With the phone pressed against his ear, he endlessly paced back and forth in the room, her heavy breathing made him lose his composure.

'Hello?' After a seemingly endless ring, a hoarse yet gentle voice spoke up from the other end of the line, causing relief washed over König.

"H-hey, it's me, I'm...I'm so sorry for calling you this late....." König stammered.

'Not at all, is everything alright?' His anxiety rocketed when the rustling sound of the mattress and your uneasy voice reached his ear. The man felt even more miserable for bothering his nanny at three in the morning like this.

"Jütte has a very high fever, I've tried to....I don't know...." Interrogation or generating briefing has never made him so nervous but in this current situation, his daughter was the only priority.

'I'll be there in a minute, the sweat might make her uncomfortable so you need to change her clothes' You calmly instructed König and patiently waited until he answered before hanging up and quickly stormed out of your flat. 

The firm knocks seemed to pull König out of the abyss, he marched to the door and opened it, maybe you overlooked ringing the bell due to such a rush. You stood there with your quickly combed hair, a spaghetti straps tank top stuck to your frame and a pair of rumpled dark loose jeans that’d definitely just been pulled out of your closet. The thin overshirt jacket with both sleeves rolled up and flops made you look so….accessible. The man jumped aside when he realized he was blocking the entrance.  Swiftly took the steaming little thing into your arms, you handed König the bag of medicine as if telling him to prepare it for her to drink. Both of you didn't say a word to each other, the only audible sound was the spoon hitting the cup on the kitchen island beside the difficult breathing of the cotton ball in your embrace.

After putting the girl in the crib with a chill towel placed on her forehead, you gently walked out to the living room where the man was sitting. His hands were clasped together so hard that knuckles were white, eyes closed as a mountain of man sat immobile on a stool in the kitchen.

"I've already put her to sleep, she’ll be as good as new tomorrow" You gently approached, afraid of startling him.

"Mir geht es gut, I really owe you a lot." König's eyes opened to look at you, wrinkles in his eye sockets appearing as he smiled at you, "How about a drink?" The man stood up and turned towards the cabinet to take out the booze and two cabernet glasses.

"Don't think I should be wasted while at work, sir" You teased.

König just laughed and cocked his head at the empty space next to him. You both started drinking and chatting, he once again apologized for bothering you because the grandparents weren't here to help and you’ve to give him the look so he’d stop his guiltiness.

You understood that this little girl is indeed the light of his life, the sweet angel that god brought to him. König always reminded himself to love and care for his child until the day he no longer existed in this world. But you did not expect the man to open up about his last lover to you, have you managed to put him at ease?

As a Colonel in the military, with such a prestigious title, it's clear that his job is quite typical. Not just sitting at a desk with hundreds of paperwork with confidential stamps on or training rookies, deployments that last no less than a couple weeks and returning with new wounds without dying on the battlefield certainly not simple tasks. But that didn’t mean König lacked regard for his ex-fiancee because whenever possible, he always tried to spend all his time with her. About three years ago, returning home exhausted, König was given a big surprise - an ultrasound photo. Nothing could describe the man's explosive happiness at that moment. The colonel picked her up and twirled her around, unable to wait to marry her.

Baby, a baby 

The first time you met König, besides his broad shoulders and impressive height, you were truly captivated by those mesmerized gray-blue orbs. And to this moment, they seemed to be chosen as the stars’ new home when the visible spark glistened because of recalling beautiful memories.

Ironically, what she said extinguished everything, she did not want to marry him and couldn't take the baby with her either. She wanted to abandon the child, their child, and left him with the baby. The man was devastated, yes, the efforts to comfort and tried to overcome difficult stages when he couldn't accompany her only received scolding in return.

Could not salvage, König agreed to let her go and raise his baby all by himself. He loved his daughter more than anything, the little angel was his only connection with the woman he used to love, naming her Jütte - the bright gem. Sleepless nights to lull the baby to sleep, the confusion and stress that occurred to him when she cried due to hunger. You heard him scoff at mentioning sometimes he was afraid that his rough frame or the deep, husky voice were too intimidating for his little princess but every time her eyes lit up and those small hands firmly held his pinkie, all his fatigue vanished as if they never existed. 

He stopped and whipped his head in the opposite direction. You remained silent but moved a little closer, letting him know you were nearby and that he’s not alone. Even though you've only known each other for more than two weeks, you think you've aroused some inappropriate feelings for König, not sure whether to ignore them or let them grow.

The grandparents were delighted to look after their small sweet girl but they’re over the hill now, couldn’t wipe them out like that so the man decided to send his little angel to kindergarten in the morning and hired a nanny for his family when he's on deployment. That's the reason why you're here, no, your sister was here.

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“Sis, please please please please…..please” 

The petite girl kept shaking your thighs no matter how clearly the signs of irreversibility appeared on your face. A small sigh escaped your lips, placing the takeout on the table, then you turned your head to where the constant pleading from. Sound of the wheels rolling on the floor and the squeaking sound as you leaned back against the chair made the girl stop rambling.

"Have you asked for the father’s permission yet?" Continue spinning the fork in between your pointer and middle finger. You raised your eyebrows but your face looked helpless, not disappointed. 

"Of course I did, but ’bout your...." A silly smile that perhaps was supposed to save the awkwardness.

"For fuck sake, I should probably call mom to be sure that you’re my sister?" You huffed with an irritated tone. 

Your sister was in her final year majoring in visual arts and she needed to concentrate fully on her upcoming graduation project. You knew how important this was to her and that your sister was indeed a talent. Of course you supported her wholeheartedly, she’s staying at your house, you cooked every meal, and also picked her up at the campus and drove her to work. You told your dumb sister that she only needed to focus on studying and didn't require any help though she’s begging you non-stop, but instead of just doing the laundry and sweeping your house as a gratitude, she found this babysitting job that’d definitely kill her after the whole-goddamn-day at the university. 

“C’mon sis, I’m beggin’.....beggin’ youuuuuu~ ” God this horrible sound, if it weren't for your sister's best friend performing with electric guitar in a band, you wouldn't have your ears tortured like this every single day. 

Your face scrunched as you carefully considered what your sister put in an offer of a few past seconds. It's not that you wanted to refuse her but - a nanny, not only for a nearly four years old little girl, but also for the endearing old spouses. You all have met a couple times when you came to pick up your sister, sometimes your sister was walking the little girl home after going to the park, other times the grandmother had to bring your sister stuff down to the lobby while she rushed down after your phone call. Interacting with strangers ain’t your forte at all but this baby seemed quite well-behaved and the grandparents were also very pleasant, or simply because your sister was more approachable than you. 

“Guarantee they’ll love your cooking” Your sister gave you a mischievous wink and you shook your head in defeat. 

“The problems ain't that simple, sweet pea” 

"Ahhhhhh, you know better than I do that your job isn't supposed to be down here in the garage, plus none of your tattoos are notable" You kept silent and only gazed at her.

Hated to admit but it’s true, you could’ve just sat in the office and accounted for your garages' finances but you chose the opposite. You loved the pleasant jingling sound of wrenches every time you worked with dusty engines and the feeling of adrenaline when you concentrated on some sophisticated details. Frankly, you highly doubted that the smell of lubricating oil that for sure always lingered on your skin mixed together with your sweat would be welcomed by elders and small kids. Being an owner not only gave you a stable income but also helped you meet plenty of friends with similar pursuits. 

Your sister's truly a minx because long pants would fix that tiny issue perfectly.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you if I had another choice” She gave you those puppy eyes, knowing it wouldn’t work but still could make you find it difficult to say no, “You don’t need to do anything specific, just have to pick the girl at six in the afternoon, make sure she's fed and bathed before nine, that's all" You haven't gone out before ten since forever, “Then prepare breakfast and lunch for the grandparents and remember to check for groceries”. What’s more? The nutrition and seasoning have to be noted down and dinner would definitely be served directly. Man, you'd rather lay on the creeper and drain your arms under some random cars for hours than this job.

"Two months" You held up two fingers as if confirming with your sister.

"Yes, only two months and I'll come rescue you" She postured a superhero pose and the two of you burst out laughing, "Only my ass" She's so lucky you love her.

During the first week, everything went smoothly. Jütte and her grandparents absolutely adored the meals you cooked for them, the grandmother even whispered to not telling your sister that she loved your cooking more than hers didn’t fail to make you laugh at the sweetness. You asked your sister if you were allowed to ride the baby on your bike and she agreed without hesitation, also recalled the squeal and the delighted face that she showed every time your sister mentioned you and your bike. No proof needed because the little girl couldn’t stop her curiosity to swirl around and sing happily with a small helmet settled on her head, making you couldn't help but snigger all along the way.

Your office’s door opened and timid footsteps led behind you as if not wanting to disturb. Slowly sitting up straight, you nodded in approval for the person behind you to continue.

"You got a message, Mama" 

Cracked your neck and motioned for the girl with an orange messy bun to take your place before excusing yourself to your customer. Mama, a nickname given to you not because you're the oldest but you're always thoughtful, treating everyone equally, and always responsible in your doing. Or based on your sister, you're the boss. Massaging the girl's shoulder as a thank you, you grabbed your phone and went straight outside to pick up the call. 

"Get off work early, Mama?" That snarky voice caused you to smirk, glancing over at the boy in the tank top who’s looking at you with teasing eyes. You didn't say anything but held up the phone, showing your sister's name on it, making the boy immediately shut his mouth and went to the hook to bring the jacket and your keys to you with the most respectful gesture. 

‘Hey, sorry for the sudden call’ Your sister's voice rang out through the phone’s speaker

“You need me at the campus?” You asked without breaking eye contact with the younger one in front of you, could totally tell he’s so tense right now due to a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. 

‘Oh no no, the father just texted, he'll be home for a few weeks, you can discuss the work with him after dropping Jütte home, bet she'll be so excited to see her father." Her giggle sounded like an early bird’s chirping, so joyful that it made the dumbhead before your eyes almost turned to a ripe tomato.  

“Loud and clear….speaking of which, you’re free this Saturday, yeah?” You used your casual flat tone, ‘Yep, need to unwind a bit’ then you two said a couple more sentences before hanging up.

The lad dramatically collapsed down on the ground and hugged your leg, thanking you profusely. You just pouted in contempt and shot him a mocking side-eyes, feeling powerful being able to command someone so easily. You retreated your foot and shooed away the heavy bastard with one kick, swiftly put on your coat and went down to the basement to hop on your bike.

Entered the code on the lock and pushed the door in, a pair of massive-size boots with mud caked on the doorstep attracted you and the little girl in your arms.

"Papa?!" The girl called out in excitement and surprise.

Not long after, the man in a plain green t-shirt and cargo pants appeared with a bright smile causing the little one in your arms to jump down and run into the arms lowering only for her. You swore the sight was so alluring that you stood like an idiot, that’s apparently the father and he's a lot more attractive than you expected. Sturdy torso with muscles flexed at any of his motion, bulky arms and broad chest, you couldn't get the view of those thighs but fuck, they better be meaty as your mouth watering of the thought. Some milky scars on the man's masculine face and body, he is a Colonel and a soldier, not so surprised.

"You must be the sister"

König and his daughter turned in sync to look at you, they looked exactly alike. You gave a friendly smile and walked over to greet the man, not being pushy so he wouldn't feel cringe, after all that's not who you are. Having the conversation with him, you realized he’s quite reserved but definitely a gentleman, it’s also undeniable that you’re fascinated by his accent. 

"I won't keep you here all afternoon for now, but do you mind if I ask you to pick up my kleines lamm and spare one more dish?" He spoke shyly, "Hate to admit but I'm a pretty bad cook." 

"No worries, that’s not any difficult task, you just saved my time though" You gave him a toothy smile and König's eyes responded back with clear appreciation.

_-_-_-_-_-_

You two exchanged phone numbers and the following days went as planned, you picked his daughter at kindergarten and rustled up meals in that spacious kitchen for them. The man's family has invited you to stay and dine with them, but you don't want to break the atmosphere and you shouldn’t get attached. Seemed strenuous when you both have an invisible bond because what kind of nanny sleeps in the guest room and makes breakfast for the host?  

You regretted drinking too much liquor last night and this splitting headache wouldn't spare you any mercy, decided to get up early and went to the supermarket to buy some toiletries. Cool water laved your entire body, quickly brushed your teeth before entering the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two sleepyheads. If someone didn't know better, could assume you're König’s housewife.

The smell of sunny side-up eggs and crispy toast aroused König's nostrils, waking him up. Slowly getting up from the bed, he gently opened the door to his daughter's room to see her still sleeping soundly.

"Good morning, süßer engel" His big hand easily picked her up, the man rubbed his nose against the pretty little one below and whispered.

The baby stirred and frowned, oh my, her angry expression at being woken up made König chuckled delightfully. He carried the little girl to the living room and saw you behind the kitchen island, you raised your head and met his eyes.

"Mornin’...." You said as he sat down on the stool, even your weary grin was so beautiful.

“Good morning” Jütte squealed happily before her father could say anything.

"I'll feed her, here….bon appétit" you placed the plate down in front of the man and moved over the table. König's face flustered as your boobs might spill out of your low-cut shirt and his crotch stiffen immediately when your lower belly fat was exposed as you leaned over to take his daughter from his arms. 

"Have you eaten yet?" The man swallowed hard and pressed his hand against the bulge in his pants, "Already, sir, take your time" Sir, thank god he wasn’t standing, otherwise this’d be super embarrassing.

König thought you’d be the same as your sister, always dynamic and lively, but no, totally the opposite. You’re collected and tender. At first, when he didn't know you well, he thought you were stony and unapproachable, but turned out you’re not. You’re very thoughtful and responsible with your work, especially when you smile, your face lit up differently than usual. You respected König's private space and that of his family, perhaps  keeping a safe distance, but he knew there’s something unspeakable between the two of you. The fleeting touches that you both ignored, the soft glances with a hint of lust, and the attachment between Jütte and you was also unlike your sister or previous babysitters. 

This was the last day you took your sister's place as his nanny, but everything was fast as a blink and König’s still confused with his own feelings. If he made his move, would you agree? Or did you simply only see him as your sister's boss?

The sound of the doorbell interrupted the man's thoughts. He quickly stood up and got to the door so you could peacefully continue until Jütte finished her soup. Unpredictably, König never thought he could see this face again on his doorstep, the face that he once loved so passionately and cruelly left him with his child.

A mellow female voice called the Colonel's name, causing you to turn your head. You were on pins and needles when the man did not move after that call, hugging Jütte tightly and carefully walking towards the open door. There stood a splendid woman with gorgeous glassy eyes and her outfit, although not flashy, was certainly top-shelf. The woman's attention turned to you, or rather to the little girl in your arms. A tear strained down her thin cheekbone before she captured and pressed the baby's head to the crook of her neck, the man didn't stop her and you figured out who this woman was. The little girl stared at the strange woman in bewilderment but didn’t scream or cry, perhaps she felt a sense of familiarity, and when the woman approached König - it was like a missing piece of the puzzle - a complete family.

You stood rooted to the spot, deadpan eyes stuck on them and realized how inessential your presence was. What were you even fantasizing about? The baby, who has never met the woman and wasn’t crying, what right do you have to interfere? Even if the mother did not return, such a person would be worthy of standing next to König, not you, sketchy and way too young. 

Moving the dirty dishes to the sink, you grabbed your keys and briskly exited the apartment. Drawing in shaky breaths, your chest tightened and the bridge of your nose began to sting, your brain couldn’t function proper and your heart sank as the elevator doors closed. You could hear every single piece inside you shattered, not a single sob escaped your lips but the tears refused to cease, you weren't planning on stopping them either, this was your way of releasing. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable, allowed your flesh and bones to work the way it's naturally supposed to, then got over shits later. Verbal abuse was forbidden on your tongue and insulting others just to satisfy your immediate emotions made you feel not so different from a failure. 

It's raining but you're not in the mood to care anymore. Observing the surrounding scenery of the city you lived in, your mother was right, Austria is indeed a divine country.

_-_-_-_-_-_

I'm so sorry, sir, but it’s an urgent call from my teacher so I left Jütte at my sister’s place. I promise to text you sooner next time!!!!

Attached below was the address and one of your garages’ location. König's restlessness was so evident that his colleague was too worried to let him take the wheel. It was impossible to describe how much this mountain of man regretted not catching up with you the last time you two saw each other. Though he tried to ask about you through your sister, the young lady always politely refused; the man came to his conclusion that your sister did not know how the incident happened because strictly speaking, there was nothing binding between you and him. No confession had been spoken yet. 

“Sitrep, Colonel” The man with an erotic face went by the callsign Horangi opened his mouth, it's hard to tell if he's joking or serious.

König answered his sergeant with a heavy exhale, his patience was about to run out. In his mind, there were only your lifeless eyes as you paced past him to the door and the frantic calling of his daughter's mother - the woman who gave birth to his little angel, not the one he used to love. He stood dumbfounded at that time because he couldn't explain why after all this time, she chose to come back to look for him, plus he thought this woman had changed. Well, reality hit hard, when she saw König chasing after you, she started shouting at him out of the blue and accused him of sins from god-knows-where-they-came-from. At least the woman made the right choice to shut her filthy mouth as soon as he shot her a deadly glare, she had no authority to say those words after giving up König and his little girl. As for you, the woman did not dare to split anything, the man knew you're too nonchalant to care about bullshit stuff, but he’d not allow anyone who didn’t know you well to offend you.

2200, too late for any service shops to be opened but your garage lights were still on. Carefully parking the truck in the cul-de-sac right next to, the men walked over to the half-closed sliding door and bent down to enter. At the reception desk was a girl with shiny orange hair who was applying lipstick, her back was facing them but her eyes were looking at two men through the mirror she’s using.

"You are Jütte's father, right?" The girl asked with the typical salespeople’s voice. König nodded and the girl immediately picked up her phone to type something, “Mama will come down in a minute, have a seat” she spoke after receiving the message. Horangi raised an eyebrow at him, his intentions clearly written on his face. Mama, maybe that's your intimate name, but it's way too intimate. König darted his eyes around, your garage was indeed large, divided into two sections. One was for cars and the other was for bikes, which can be known by the spare parts and dozens of license plates hanging on the walls. And he saw you, holding his little daughter as you gingerly took your leave from the office above.

Speechless, the Colonel was speechless, unable to take his eyes off you. A long sleeve turtleneck body dress only reaching mid-thigh, delicate one-lined ink mark on your left calf and a thin henna style tattoo wrapped around your left thigh, looking like a bracelet. There’s a bold cut on your cleavage area, revealing a stiletto tattoo with flowers and a snake wrapped around it, heavy makeup and that red lipstick color surprisingly suits your skin. 

Scheiße

You have tattoos, he didn’t know, tattoos, not just one but many. Your thick thighs, waist still have its curve and your plush hips were certainly stunning. You approached them with a smile, the friendly yet unfamiliar smile you gave him when you first met, you nodded your greeting towards Horangi and he also politely returned the favor.

"Come to uncle" The comrade walked over and picked up the little sleeping girl in his arms because her father was definitely too absorbed in the lady standing in front of him.

As you spoke, König noticed something shiny inside your mouth. Is that...a piercing? You pierced your tongue? Was there anything about you that he hasn't known yet? The man's ears were buzzing, could only tell that you were saying something and his Sergeant nodded in affirmation. 

“Kö, the lady’s talking to you” A male voice snapped him back to the present, whipping his head back and saw you looking straight at him, waiting for his reply.

“She's already full so you don't have to worry, remember to wear warm clothes for her because babies are easily sick due to the season’s first wind, yeah?” You repeated yourself in a flat tone, “Un-Understood” König stuttered and Horrangi cursed in disbelief in his mother tongue.

Gave both of them a firm nod, you turned away and waved your hand so the orange girl would come join you. The plump ass of your jiggling on every step, König swore he could live between them if you let him.

“Pussy” His subordinate spat, body still rocking so as not to wake the baby; “I will knock your ass out” And he immediately bit back, quick as hell. 

“You won’t, this little angel is gonna stay at my place tonight ‘cause you won’t be back soon after walking into the pub a few blocks away at the intersection” König looked at the shorter man, his sass sometimes making the Colonel forget how qualified this guy actually was.

The two boys and a pretty one, your sister, were waving at you and the tangerine girl in front of the pub. It was a bit more crowded on weekends, so your group chose a table in a hidden corner because you hated being bothered by some drunk assholes. The sound of airy jazz along with elect wine, the perfect combination and if you have a partner, just imagine how great it would be. Fortunately, you have many companions, so it’s perfect for you to forget about that silhouette, until your sight was filled by the enormous shoulders and those unmistakable blue pupils. Unwavering stares, neither of you broke away from the tension, causing your group to stop chatting and peeked. König is an attractive man, with his impressive height it wasn't unusual to be surrounded by ladies who acted like starving vultures when they’ve got their eyes on the perfect prey, but he didn't pay any attention to them. Staring, only, at you. A beam of sadness was evident in your eyes, your eyelashes drooping as your lips opened and closed as if wanting to say something but couldn't. It was really miserable when you ran away from the Colonel's apartment, you weren't good at expressing your emotions and he’s too sweet for someone like you. The man's gaze was unreadable, still the same, making you restless.

“Need my car, Mama?” One lad spoke up and you turned your eyes to his direction to answer with a devilish grin as your fingers gesturing a beckoning sign, “Hand it over” 

Fuck this, let's just say you're not sober anymore, and he's here, for you.

While talking to your group, underneath the table, without anyone paying attention, your knees lazily broke apart and revealed the panties covering your sensitive area. The more your hip bones widen, the more the fabric stretches as if it’s about to tear, but there’s already a pair of slutty eyes glued to your heat and undressing you thirstily. Standing up together, you both naturally paced to the front door and disappeared without any traces. 

_-_-_-_-_-_

The door slammed loudly and followed by a large muscular back hitting it, causing the wall to rattle. One of your hands went to the man's throat, pressing him against the wall while the other hastily undoing his belt and pulling down his pants to free his companion.

"Oh, this’s hard already?" You stood on your tiptoes and brought your face close to König's, cooing, his lips tried to capture yours but you quickly squeezed his cock as a warning.

“Don’t” You glared.

And the Colonel thinned his lips into a straight line. He could only nod repeatedly and this strangely satisfied you somehow. Bringing your hands to the hem of his shirt then sliding them inside without caution, the shirt rose up, revealing the man’s delicious tanned skin.

You aggressively squeezed his breasts, their elasticity felt incredible in your small palms. König didn't move but his heavy breathing sounded pitiful, his eyes trailing every inch of your face and soft moans escaped his lips as you sank your teeth into his flesh without mercy. Rustling sound filled the dark space when you descended, trailing wet kisses down the man's sturdy torso and making him sucked in a sharp breath as you ran your tongue along the length of his cock.

“Use your words" You teased the tip of his cock, your piercing pressed against his opening every time you curled your tongue, making the Colonel unable to keep calm, "Or do you want me to stop?"

"NO…no, it's not like that..I'll-ah-I'll speak" König’s eyes flew open and he struggled to form his words whilst receiving a blowjob, you gave him a few kisses and eventually escalated to deepthroating his shaft, “S-scheiße…just li-like that, mein liebling” The man encouraged, his lines were frequently interrupted by low growls and desperate sounds under his throat. 

You hummed and started pushing deeper, Konig’s so big that you’ve to relax your jaw and mind your teeth more to take him whole. Your nose pressed into his soft fuzzy pubes and his cock settled in the back of your throat. Taking your time, steadily dragging your head to swallow and spit his shaft, you placed your tongue under the base of the large cock, gently stimulating him.

“Bitte, oh....f-fuck, seeing those scratches on my skin gonna drives me absolutely mad” Your nails lightly scratching the man's thighs causing him to tilt his head back, still managed thrusting his hip to match your pace. 

The sudden absence of the warmth of your mouth replaced by the painful pleasure coming from below made the Colonel's hand cling to your shoulder. He let out a sob and looked at you in confusion, “Those goddamn hands touched you here, didn't they?” Another slap landed on his dick, “Mein schatz, please…”  König choked out as his head shook vigorously, he got a bit whiny when you put him in your month again. 

Lust eyes stared straight at each other, embarrassment no longer there when the begging and pet names he called you made your cloth pussy soaked in slick. Faster and faster, your speed gradually increased and the man's whines came to a crescendo, almost at his peak. You hollowed your cheeks as his cock twitched wildly inside your mouth but the Colonel suddenly pulled you to your feet and crashed his lips against yours, teeth scraping and König's tongue pressing in as if he wanted to eat you raw.

"You’re doing so good for me, ja? But I don't wanna cum yet, not like that" You pouted, which made him laugh.

“You know what I was thinking?” König pulled the slit of your dress to the sides, causing your tít to be bouncing back and forth in the middle.

Calloused fingers kneaded at your softness, licking and sucking greedily, you weren't sure if he could breathe with his face pressed firmly against your chest like this.

"I can't stop thinking about getting my mouth on these tits….." The man's accent grew heavier due to the eagerness, his hot breath fanning over your skin, your navel as he knelt down and his large hand gripping tightly on your trembling hips. Swiftly threw your leg over his shoulder, the loss of balance made you yelp but of course König couldn't let you fall.

“And havin’ the taste of this pretty cunt of yours” The man spoke as he took the first lick on your wet panties.

“Oh fu-fuck…König” You arched your back, he wasn’t inside you yet but how come could you regain your self-control under the sensation he’s giving you. 

“Ja?…..hmm, you’re so delicious my dove” The Colonel kept running his tongue along your pussy, every word he said interspersed with every flick against your sensitive clit. Clutching tightly to the door, you tried to steady your breathing and grind down to the person below, König was too focused to notice your revenge intention on him. 

“Not so fast, sweetie” You stopped all movements and dragged your legs off him. Bending down to pull the tangled shirt over his head, the man also stood up to peeled the dress off of your body. As soon as the sleeves slipped off, revealing a Maori style tattoo on your upper arm. König stood gaping, mein gott, the man has seen you in a leather jacket on a fine Harley but imagined how delusionally your exposed biceps would be such a sight.

“My couch” You cocked your head and he nodded stupidly, “Sit on the floor and tilt your head back, can you do that, Kö?”

His cock stiffened at your husky voice, Kö, he wanted to hear his name coming out of those beautiful lips of yours even more. You slowly got rid of your last piece of clothing, climbed up on the couch and situated the man's head between your knees. His big hands crawled up to your pubis as you lowered yourself for him, but when his mouth started to open wide and his chin pointed up to reach your slick heat, you paused.

“Don’t do this to me, mein liebling….” König's rough fingertips dug into your meaty thighs, the beautiful fat spilling out between his gaps and you giggled as you spread your labia, hovering over him, “Please, I fucking need that pretty cunt….all over my face” The Colonel gave you his needy eyes, the man moved his lips to nibble your inner thighs, littering several bite marks.

Shaking your head, you gave up and sat down where the pleading kept coming from. König immediately grabbed your ass cheeks and his mouth sucked on your puffy clit like a starved man, "You feel so good.....uhmm, so right on my tongue like this"

He didn't stop moaning, his tongue continued to lick your cunt tirelessly. You were so drowned in pleasure that you couldn't answer the man, could only hold his hair and sway your lower body back and forth that naughty mouth.

König pushed his tongue inside your pussy, it lapped to sweet spots and as an unconscious practice, you pressed your clit against his nose, peered down with watery eyes.

“Ja, ja…you’re too perfect, looking down at me like that” his tongue swirled inside you, causing your folds and thighs squeezed tighter, “Bitte-bitte, keeps pinching those nipples for me”

Dark blue pupils looked up at you like a praying man admiring his goddess as your palms trailing up to your chest and groping your hard nipples. 

“Spank me, König”

He complied.

“Like tha’?”

“Yes…yes, like that, again”

Surely that hand prints wouldn’t disappear anytime soon, you mewled lewdly and the Colonel quickened his pace so he’d get what he needed. 

An endless loop of praises and the frantic stirring of the mouth fixed to your cunt. Inserting two thick fingers inside, his moist lips kept sucking your clit, creating unholy sounds. The man whined even more than you, way too intoxicated and only begging to taste you. And he was contented, you gripped his scalp and grinded down on him, riding out your orgasm with his fist.

König carefully held you as he sat up, you no longer had any strength left so resting your chin on the soft cushion, back turned to him. Afresh, an upside down stingray, its fins spreaded across your lower back and tail curled and stopped right between of your scapula bones.

"Are there any places else on your body that I haven't discovered yet, Zucker?" You gave him a breathy cackle.

The man placed a comforting kiss on your shoulder blade before wrapping his bulky arm around your waist and leaning your back against his body, thighs on thighs, he sat you down on his shaft. You both hissed out when your gummy walls wrapped perfectly around his length, it was unbelievable how well you could fit him, his dick was so big it made your stomach bulge. Brows pulling in as you're forced to confront your lungs as they fight for air, calloused palm held on your tit, his pelvis started bucking lazily for you to get used to his size. 

“Fu-fucking god Kö, your….” Couldn’t finish your sentence, claws pinned on his bicep and mouth flew open, the man leaned down and captured your lips.

Your neck was killing you in this position but there ain’t no other methods to block your screams as his tip kissed your womb roughly. König reached down to massage your swollen clit, he knew this was beyond your limits but the way you arched your back to receive him made the man want to spill his seed inside you more than ever. 

“I’m nearly…there, schatz” the Colonel growled lowly, teeth gnawed at your earlobe, “Cum with me, baby….bitte, bitte, bitte” chantings non-stop, he’s desperately crying out for your arousal and that beautiful mewls to escaped your stubborn mouth. 

Neither of you could last much longer, drool running down your neck as you pulled away from König to let out a silent scream. Your stomach stiffened as your walls clenched around the man's cock, some last few strokes before his tepid sperm flooded inside. König released so much that when he pulled away, the seed was already flowing out of your cunt, looking like honey spilling out of an eye-catching flower.

Falling on the floor, you collided on top of him and sniggered at his satisfied face. The man still stared at your ceiling, your lids were half closed as his fingers gently combed your smooth locks.

"I'm sorry for not coming to you sooner, liebling"

You understood what he’s talking about. Rolling over, you took his hand and brought it to your lips, placing soothing smooches on the calluses.

"I'm sorry for leaving" König shook his head, "We’re both silly, so let it go, Jütte said I’m not allowed to go home if you’re not coming with me" You giggled and so did he. Let’s considered that as make-up sex, then. 

Taglist: @shadowlali , @ghostlythots

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

Chapter 12.

I quickly tidied up my small apartment after everyone had left, resulting in me crashing on the couch. I sighed contently, pulling out my phone as I felt it buzz.

jake: so when is you amd Johnnie's wedding?

me: you've used that joke like 10 times get better

jake: shut up but fr whats going onnnn

me: jake you literally love with him idk why you're asking me cause idk

me: live*

jake: yes y/n I'm in love with johnnie

jake: oh.

me: shut up 😭

jake: ig I'll go have a chat with johnnje

me: that's not scary at all

jake: :)

me: ok lmk please

jake: sorry, bro code still exists

me: oh my GOOOOD jake I swear

me: whatever goodnight twink

jake: nighty night

I left him on read and got up, making my way into my bedroom. of course, the one thing I forgot to do was make my bed. you could still see the way the covers were twisted from where me and johnnie laid. I smiled softly to myself, sitting down on the bed and undressing.

my phone went off once more. I rolled my eyes, assuming it was jake coming back to bully me more. i picked up my phone off the night stand and read the message I had gotten.

mom: hey honey! how have you been? me and your father will be coming to town in March to check on you and the cafe. well see you soon! miss you bunches.

I didn't bother opening the message, internally groaning at the thought of having to see my parental figures for more than a day. every time they visited, they'd stay around a week and constantly harass me. it always messed up my whole schedule, and now it'd be even worse with johnnie, jake, and Tara in my life. I wouldn't hear the end of it from them. I'd get my ear chewed off by them, saying my friends are weird or stupid shit that wasn't true. if they weren't the perfect people, then they were nobody to my parents. it was dissapointing to me, and honestly embarrassing. i tossed my phone onto the nightstand and placed my hands over my face, sighing loudly. my phone vibrated loudly, startling me out of my exasperated state. i groaned, assuming it was someone i wouldn't be very happy talking to. i let it ring a little longer before reading the caller ID. my phone read "johnnie." i flew out of my bed, snatching my phone. i answered his face time call after making sure my hair wasn't a mess.

"hello?" johnnies raspy voice came through the phone, making me face heat up. he was close to the camera, i was only able to see his nose and eyes.

"Hi, johnnie." I smiled, matching his camera angle. "what's up?"

"I'm bored and playing fortnite alone." he said, propping his phone up.

"oh shit, I've never really played fortnite." I admitted.

"we gotta change that." he smirked. "i'll have to teach you how to play next time you come over."

i smiled, "okay."

it went silent for a bit, allowing me to examine his makeup. he had streaks of eyeliner coming down one eye with bright blue eyeshadow around and on his eyelid. somehow, he noticed me staring. he obviously had an amazing eye, considering we were on the phone and not in person. "what?" he giggled, a light blush showing through his makeup.

"i don't know, i like your makeup." i looked at the ceiling instead of the phone, laying down to get comfortable. i propped my phone up on my nightstand.

"really?" his smile grew, "you should let me do yours sometime. i mean, i usually don't like doing other peoples, but i think it'd be fun with you."

i wondered what made me different than anyone else, but i didn't bother asking. i rubbed my eyes and muttered, "sounds fun."

"you tired?" he asked, his whole demeanor changing as i heard shooting coming from the background. his hands fondled with the controller swiftly as he fought the other player. his eyebrows scrunched together as he focused, his smiling dropping.

"i mean, yeah." i laughed at him. "that seems intense."

he tossed his hands up in the air in defeat. "what the fuck, dude." i continued to laugh at him, causing him to look at the phone. "wow."

"i'm sorry, it's just funny as fuck seeing you like this." i explained, gently closing my eyes.

he rolled his eyes playfully. "whatever." he had a small smile on his face as he loaded into the next match. "you know what else would be fun?"

"hm?"

"if we went to a concert together." he pondered. "have you ever been to a concert before?"

"no, just school concerts." i said. "who would we even go see?"

"i don't know. my chemical romance, really whoever's in town." he paused. "that we like."

"well, obviously. you like my chemical romance?" i asked, surprised.

"is it not obvious?" he giggled.

i rolled my eyes. "whatever. mcr is one of my favorite bands, though. i never hear about anyone who likes them anymore."

"i love them too." he smiled at me.

the silence began to lull me to sleep, along with johnnies presence on the other side of the phone. my eyes began to feel heavy, and i eventually fell asleep.

[blingblong55]

To live without- 141 + Alejandro

Based on a request:

Hii can I make a request for some angst?? Maybe the reader having an argument with the TF 141 + Alejandro, inside the car or anywhere resulting to a break up?? Cause I'm a sucker for angst, thankss 🫶

F!Reader, angst, established!relationship, break-ups, cheating (not all)

A/N: This will be in 5 parts

Part 1 (John Price), Part 2, (Soap), Part 4 (Alejandro), Part 5 (Ghost)

It has been a stressful few months for him, between his job, you, his own safety and yours, let alone the current argument over his birthday. It's why you and he are now in the car, having this argument.

Gaz:

The end of you started months ago when his job was his only priority. And like any other soldier, he kept you by his side, feeding you just enough love and attention to keep you hooked for a few more months. You weren't to blame, you loved him because he consumed your very last thought. What you had for him was pure love, nothing more.

And he knew that from the very beginning. Your love was so innocent and sweet, but that once sweet love you held for him to take was burnt down. The constant arguing, his absence, the one-sided love and his job. It all came down to how he delivered it, "Happy birthday!" you hug him and he pushes you away. "Not now, dear," he says in a rude and cold tone. The past mission left him tired and traumatised but that still wasn't an excuse to push you away, emotionally and physically.

You frown a little, he knows damn well you are an emotional person, it's what drew him to you, that and how much you cared for everyone, you were...are so kind it's such a sight to see for him. He sighs, "Look, I just want to be left alone." he looked at you, a stern face and tone in his voice. You nod, "Okay...I..baked a cake for you...should be in the fridge," you tugged at your jumper, feeling awkward now.

"Well, see you" he not once looked at you, eyes on his phone. You nod and walk out of his flat. You finally let go and cry, meanwhile, he can hear this all and listens as you cry your way down the hall. Before you go down the stairs, his mates come up the stairs, "Oh hey r/n! excited for the party?"

Hurt to know he wanted you out to have fun. Yes, you are a kind person but once someone does something to hurt you, that's when kindness leaves you. You walk back to his flat, open the door and march towards him, "a fucking party? And here I thought you needed space!" his friends know best and wait outside, letting you two talk it out.

"I just don't need you here today.." he admits. You scoff, "So what, this whole time you just have me around when you need fucking stability?" you by this point were hurt and furious.

"No, look...you are so...fucking sensitive, the guys can't make a joke without you getting hurt... it's seriously annoying me"

"They make jokes at my expense, make fun of who I am...call me names you know damn well have a bad past for me.."

"Maybe if you weren't such a fucking little bitch it wouldn't hurt!" he raised his hand and quickly put it back down.

That was it, the last point that had to be given so you could finally walk out. And once you finally left his place, his friends walk in and cheer him up. As the party continued, his friends got more drunk, they opened the fridge, taking hold of the cake you made.

Carrot cake just like how he loved it. You must've spent time learning to do such a thing for him. They smashed it and all he could do was watch as the last proof of love he had for you died down with the rest of the night.

[kayhi808]

More Than Our Scars - Florence Italy

Series Masterlist

It's been a while since I wrote for these two. They're my favorite couple. Murder Boyfriend & his Brave Girl. 💕

The culinary course that Billy enrolled you in is so challenging yet so rewarding. This was your dream and the amazing thing is now you have Billy by your side to share the experience. You thought champions & heroes only belonged in fairytales and comic books, but you found one of your very own. Not only did he save you from The Kingpin, but he also taught you how to love again. He built up your confidence and made you believe in your dreams. He adores you, his brave girl.

Billy found the most charming apartment with views of the Duomo, the 3rd largest church in the world. It's not a luxury apartment like his loft back in Manhattan. It's charming & quaint & old world. Turning into the courtyard, it's a 3 story walk-up that you don't mind at all. Letting yourself into your home, you dump your keys on the entry table. Hanging up your jacket, you make your way to the kitchen, to place your bag on the counter & go in search of Billy. "Billy? I'm home."

"Hey, babe!" Dressed casually in a dark green sweater & jeans, Billy walks out of the room he set up as his remote office. He envelopes you in his arms & drops a kiss on your lips. "How was your day?"

"Good!" Squeezing him around the waist, "better now that i'm home.

Billy walks you backwards to the kitchen, stopping by the bags, "What have you brought me to eat?" Letting you go, he rummages through the bag. Whatever you learned to cook that day, you brought home for Billy's lunch for the following day. He always looks forward to it.

"Cacio e pepe."

"Nice! Thank you." Cracking the lid of the container, he smells it & puts it in the fridge. "That's going to be good." Turning back around to you, "What do you want to do tonight? Want to wander?"

"Sure! Let me get changed." To change into something warmer. March evenings are still chilly in Florence. Matching Billy with a sweater & jeans, you apply some lip gloss & re-braid your hair, you're ready to go.

"All set?" You excitedly nod. Bill helps you on with you jacket & you leave to go exploring. Hand in hand, you make your way out to the cobblestone path. You've visit marketplaces in the neighborhood, grabbing fresh produce, bread, cheese...and an abundance of wine. It's such a great feeling to be out in public. You were kept prisoner by Kingpin for 3 years and spent months in hiding with Billy while he plotted your freedom. You had a small taste of freedom when you and Billy spent a couple days in Beacon, NY after James Wesley's murder. But this. This was amazing! Now you're in Florence strolling through markets, fingers entwined with Billy's, living the life you only dreamed of.

*****

The sky starts to darken on your way back home, as you pass Osteria del Flore, Billy's new favorite restaurant. "Do you want to stop for dinner?"

"Bill, we just bought a bunch of groceries"

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders & leaning down to press kisses into your neck, "But you've been cooking all day. Do you really want to cook again?" Billy already starts steering your towards their doorway, even before you can get an answer out.

"Signore Russo. Signora. Bentornato (welcome back)." The hostess greets you upon arrival & leads you to a table. The food has been incredible since you got to Italy. Billy jokes about the weight you guys will be gaining. It's almost sacrilege to have anything but wine while in Italy, but the beer selection here is excellent. Bill is so American. So New York. He wants his steak & a beer. You can't help but give him a besotted smile. You like seeing him so relaxed and happy. You both suffered so much, you deserved this blissfulness.

*****

Full bellied & a little tipsy, Bill's arm is thrown around your shoulders. Your fingers intertwined with his. Leaning into his side, you make your way back home. "Once your classes end & we return stateside, what do you want to do?

"What do you mean? I'll look for a job. I can't keep mooching off you."

"Shut up!" Curling his arm, bringing you closer so he can kiss the top of your head. "Where do you want to work?"

"I haven't thought that far yet. I'm concentrating on doing well here." Mulling it over, "I guess it depends on whoever hires me, that's where I'll go," you shrug.

"I'll make sure you have a driver available to take you to & from work."

"What?! I can get myself to & from work."

"Remember the last time you walked home from work?? You're getting a driver." The last time you walked home, Kingpin's men snatched you off the streets.

You whisper a soft, "thank you."

"What about private chef?"

"Those are long hours. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner? I'll never see you." You hear a low growl, which makes you smile.

"Or maybe I can buy you a restaurant."

"Are you crazy? No, Bill." You stop in the middle of the sidewalk, letting go of Bill's hand. "I'm serious."

Bill laughs, hitching the tote full of wine & groceries over his shoulder. "You can be your own boss. Make your own hours. Have plenty of time to spend with me." He tugs your braid, wrapping it around his fist, pulling you closer to him, to capture your mouth in a kiss. He only stop when he hears a soft whine escape you. "Don't you like the sound of that, sweetheart?"

Burying your face at the base of his throat, inhaling the smell of him, "I know nothing of running my own business. I'm still learning to be a chef."

Wrapping you in his arms and swaying with you in the moonlight, he dances you into the courtyard. The unevenness of the cobblestones makes you clumsy, but Billy doesn't let you fall or falter. "One day when you're ready, I'll help make it happen."

Laughing, "You spoil me."

"Anything for you, my brave girl."

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I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.

✦ on this chapter: dave mustaine x female!oc, james hetfield x female! oc, oc is cliff's cousin, +18, language, slice of life, angst, romance

✦ a/n: Hi, everyone! I posted this chapter a little later than usual because I was too busy today, but it's here! Sorry for the delay. Also, some of you may have already seen this, but: I missed writing about Dave and Nore happy together a lot these last few days, so I posted a small extra chapter set somewhere between chapters 16 and 17 for all my Dave and Nore enjoyers 🖤 You can read it here. Hope you liked reading, feedback is welcome!

✧ you don't have to leave, you could just stay here, with me / forget all the party police, we could find comfort in debauchery ✧

“I should've been there with you,” James's voice, annoyed and concerned, crackled through the phone pressed to my ear. “You shouldn't have dealt with this on your own. I should've been right there beside you.”

“James, it's alright,” I mumbled, sparking a cigarette, propping myself against the payphone stand. It was late afternoon, and I’d dialed James to tell him all about my disastrous mission in Los Angeles. If I wasn't in tears at the moment, it was only because I'd already exhausted my supply in the hours before.

“Of course, it's not okay!” he burst out, matching my frustration. “Did you check with the neighbors? Wasn't there some dude you knew living downstairs?”

“Yeah, Ellefson. He bailed too. Apparently, they moved out together last week. Left no trace for anyone to follow,” I finished the sentence with a tremor in my voice, eyes burning with fresh tears, but I wasn't going to break down now. Not while James was on the line, his concern clear in every word he spoke.

“Fuck. What a mess,” he muttered. “Hey, it's gonna be alright. I think I've got his mom's address; I can try reaching out to her. We'll find him, Nore.”

“Thanks, James,” I said, feeling a bit better knowing that even if the day had turned to crap, he still had my back.

“I'm sorry about all this Pat shit. Had no clue she'd pull a stunt like that.”

“It's fine…”

“No, Nore, it's not. You know, you said the right thing to her. I never want to see that girl again. But I can hop over to Los Angeles if it means making her apologize to you,” he declared, his voice carrying a slightly menacing edge that hinted he might have wanted to go beyond a simple apology.

“James, you really don't have to do that. It'd be just playing into her drama,” I let out a heavy sigh. “All I want is to find Dave and sort this mess out once and for all.”

“We'll track him down, Nore. I promise. Everything's gonna be fine,” James tried to assure me, and I managed a small smile. There was something kinda sweet about how he was going all out to cheer me up, genuinely putting in the effort to help me out, just because it'd make me happy. 

James was just impossible not to like.

“I know, Jamie,” I replied, letting the warmth of my smile show in my voice. “Thank you.”

The rest of February breezed by quickly; I suddenly realized that the one-year anniversary of my move to San Francisco had quietly passed. It seemed pretty wild how everything that had unfolded in the last few months had managed to cram into a year, shaping me in more ways than I could express. It was like I'd been a part of the boys’ life forever, like I couldn’t quite picture who I was without them in the frame.

March rolled in, bringing the end of winter closer and closer. As the days lit up and warmed, James and I kept our long-distance communication going. The phone calls from San Francisco to Long Beach, initially a bit spaced out, soon became almost a daily ritual, and I found myself eagerly anticipating those moments in an entirely new way. Sweet words of affection began to find their way into our conversations more frequently. I had to admit, I missed James more than I'd care to confess — not just the tour moments but also his touch, the sound of his voice and laughter, the blue in his eyes, and even the warmth of his kisses and the feel of his body against mine.

Being back at my parents' house had its perks: with no job on my plate and studies yet to kick in, I found myself drowning in free time. I dedicated most of it to diving into my studies and building up a solid portfolio in visual arts, gearing up for the application grind at the San Francisco Art Institute. The prospect of being in the same city as Cliff and the guys again had me stoked, but in a genuinely good way — I could barely contain my excitement for things to click into place.

Another thing gobbling up my time was my newfound camaraderie with Charlotte, one of my old high school friends. She’d been pouring her heart into her debut starring role in a theatre play, and I'd been chipping in as an unofficial production assistant, giving me a reason to hang out with her and break free from my parents’ house for a bit. On a bright Wednesday morning, the moment I stepped into the auditorium where the theater troupe was fine-tuning their craft, Charlotte threw me a curveball with an unexpected ask.

“Nore!” she squealed with excitement upon spotting me, rushing over and grabbing my hands in hers. Her green eyes looked almost teary, and her lips formed a small pout. “Thank goodness you're here. Everything's going haywire today, and I'm not sure if we can sort it out!”

“What’s going on, Charlie?” I inquired, intrigued, as I shrugged off my jacket, tossing it onto one of the chairs in the vacant audience area. “Did the dressing room light decide to bail on us again? You know I'm useless with those things.”

“Of course not!” she retorted, indignant, and I released a low chuckle.

“Just pulling your leg. What's up?”

“I need you to act in the play.”

I blinked, puzzled, furrowing my brow as I crossed my arms.

“You... Hold on, what? Charlie, the play is in two weeks.”

“I know!” she sighed, slumping into one of the chairs, defeated. “Why do you think I'm so desperate? One of the actresses can't perform anymore. And now the director wants to cancel the play because we won't be able to find a replacement on time!”

“And you want me to step in.”

“Yeah!”

“In a play that's premiering in fifteen days?”

“Nore, you've always been fantastic in our school's Drama Club…”

“No way, Charlie! How am I supposed to pull that off?”

“Nore, please, please, please?” she clasped my hand in hers, her eyes pleading. “It's my first lead role, I've been rehearsing for months! I promise to help you with the lines, I'll do anything!”

I sighed, resigned.

“Fine. But you owe me one,” I replied, and she let out an excited squeal before hugging me.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! You won't regret it, I promise!”

Well, she was right — I didn't regret it. Actually, practicing for the play turned out to be a lot more fun than I thought. Plus, scoring some free tickets to hand out to my friends and family made me care a bit less about the crazy deadline to cram all those lines into my brain. Charlie and I basically lived in that auditorium for the next few days; I'd roll in there in the morning and wouldn't bail until way into the evening.

When Saturday rolled around, I decided to escape to San Francisco. Stuff for the band was picking up speed after those European shows. After snagging a deal to record the second album at a studio in Denmark, the guys figured a bash was in order to toast to the good news, and obviously, I had to be there. I arranged with my parents to spend the weekend over at Cliff's place with the boys. Luckily, they had some San Francisco business on the horizon, and agreed to drop by and give me a ride back to Long Beach when it was time to head back home.

I let out a sigh as I hit the old house where I used to live with Cliff, Dave, James, and Lars. It was like nothing had changed, memories still stuck in every nook and cranny; the first chats with the guys, James getting less shy as we got tighter, my first kiss with Dave, the first time we slept together, drinking together, smoking together, laughing together, loving together. And it stung, a sharp and dry ache deep in my chest, with the gut feeling that things would never, ever be the same again.

I mixed with the crowd, strolling into the living room; the first familiar face I bumped into was James', whose eyes lit up seeing me, a grin breaking out. He hustled over, grabbing my face and planting a surprise kiss on my lips, leaving me gasping, my face heating up in a flash.

“James!” I blurted out, pupils dilated in shock as I took a step back.

“My bad. Was that a no-go?” he mumbled, a persistent grin suggesting he had no regrets about the kiss. “Just damn happy you showed up.”

“I’m happy to be here too,” I whispered, my face still warm from his gentle touch.

“Geez, you two are such a clingy couple,” Cliff chimed in, coming over. I blushed, pulling James's hands off my face and avoiding eye contact.

“We're not a couple, Cliff,” I muttered, voice low, his comment knotting something strange and uncomfortable in my chest. “Excuse me, I need a drink,” I spun around, heading for the kitchen.

“Nore, hold up,” Cliff tagged along, standing by my side as I raided the fridge for a beer. “What was that just now?”

“Nothing,” I grunted, popping the kitchen door open and stepping into the backyard. Cliff sighed but joined me, leaning against the porch railing.

“Nothing? Seriously? You're not gonna start keeping secrets from me now, after 19 years?” he came closer, tilting his head to be right in my line of sight, impossible to ignore. I sighed, rolling my eyes at his persistence. “Hey. You and James weren't, like, a thing or something?”

“It's not like that,” I grumbled. “It's just... There's just too much going on, Cliff...”

I told him everything then: how James and I had decided to give in to our feelings during the tour, how I’d tried to find Dave after coming back, how everything went wrong, and now I had no clue where he was. And maybe involving James in all this was a mistake because, frankly, with each passing day, I found myself liking him more while still stuck on my feelings for Dave.

“Well, that sucks,” he remarked after I spilled my story, prompting a nervous little laugh from me. “So, you do like James, then?”

“Of course I like him,” I replied, with a resigned sigh.

“You like him, and yet you were upset because he kissed you just now?” he pressed on, and I rolled my eyes.

“Cliff, it's not that simple…”

"No, I get it ain't," he said, sparking up a joint, taking a slow drag before locking eyes with me, dead serious. "I get you still love Dave. I get you're on this quest to find him, and I'm betting it's gonna happen, Nore. You and him, you'll cross paths again 'cause I know you're head over heels for the guy. I'm pretty damn sure you two will work things out. But..." He hesitated, and I shot him a puzzled look. Cliff usually had his words lined up tight. It wasn’t like him to be unsure about anything.

"But?" I prodded, curious. He let out a sigh.

"But things are changing at warp speed for us, Nore," He handed over the joint, and I grabbed it, taking a slow drag. "We're growing up, for crying out loud. I mean, we're about to cut an album in Europe, can you believe that? A year ago, who would've thought? Things are moving quick, do you really wanna skip the chance to catch some happiness along the way? You don't know when you'll stumble upon Dave. No idea how long it'll take to straighten things out with him. Are you gonna keep dodging happiness till then?"

"Cliff, what are you getting at?"

"What I'm getting at, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but fine, what I mean is maybe you should quit fighting what you feel for James. I mean, you liked him before, but let's be real, you rolled back from Europe completely in love with him, didn't you?"

In love. Those words set my face on fire, my heart doing a marathon, and a zillion butterflies doing somersaults in my stomach. My first instinct was to argue with Cliff, but deep down, he wasn't totally off, was he? If I already had a soft spot for James before, now it was more like a full-blown obsession. It felt like a hunger, like I needed him to fill some kind of void inside of me. And somehow, this crazy feeling coexisted with the love I held for Dave, for the empty space he’d left behind. Everything was so damn new that I could barely wrap my head around it, let alone figure out how to handle it.

"I'm not in love with him," I mumbled weakly, and Cliff chuckled, giving me a shoulder hug.

"You're a lousy liar, you know that?" he said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Hey," a familiar voice called, and I glanced up, blushing when I locked eyes with James, propped against the door frame with a beer in hand. "Nore, everything cool?"

"I'm gonna find Lea," Cliff announced, sidestepping and shooting me a suggestive look before leaving me solo with James. I watched him saunter away, feeling my face heat up, and then turned my attention to James, his blue eyes zeroed in on mine.

"You alright? Sorry about that kiss earlier. Didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice low, stepping close enough for me to sense the heat of his body. His attentive eyes studied my face, as if trying to decode my feelings from my expression. I sighed, my heart racing in a totally new rhythm when he gently cupped my face, resting my hands on his chest as he leaned in.

"James," I murmured, my voice shaking, almost like I was saying his name for the first time. He gave me a slight smile, his gaze zeroing in on my slightly parted lips with poorly disguised desire.

"What?"

"I don't want you thinking I'm here with you just 'cause I haven't tracked down Dave yet."

"I'd never think that," he whispered, edging even closer.

I could feel his heart tapping against my fingertips, a bit quicker now, a subtle blush coloring his cheeks. His blonde eyelashes looked almost see-through in the sunlight, his blue eyes sparkling and locked onto mine, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. I brought my hands up to his face, running my fingers over it slowly. He let out a sigh, lightly shutting his eyes like he'd been waiting for my touch his whole life.

"James," I murmured again, almost like a prayer, and the way I said his name seemed to light up something hungry in him. He yanked me closer, his mouth crashing onto mine with a deep, needy moan. I sighed, trembling, my fingers tangling in his hair as I surrendered to his kiss, the dawning realization that I couldn't resist him any longer.

Actually, that I didn't want to.

He backed off, peppering soft kisses on my lips before resting his forehead against mine. His hands clung to my waist, tugging me close enough for our bodies to touch.

"I think we should head to my room," he murmured, flashing a smile. I chuckled softly, throwing my arms around his neck, and pulled him into another kiss.

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Ahem. the obamna bibble

Peter Griffin had always dreamt of becoming a bottle of Coca Cola. To him, there was nothing more satisfying than the feeling of being consumed by someone and quenching their thirst. He had often fantasized about it and even tried to replicate the feeling by having his wife Lois pour soda on him during intimate moments. But now, his dream had finally come true.

As he lay in his bottle form, he could feel the cool and refreshing liquid inside him. He was finally living his dream, and nothing could be better than this. He watched as people picked him up from the shelves and placed him in their carts. It was a feeling of joy and satisfaction that he had never experienced before.

Meanwhile, Sans was up to no good. He had been bullying Lois for weeks now, and it was time for him to make his move on the White House. He had planned an all-out attack and had been gathering his army of skeletons for weeks. They were all ready to march towards the White House and show the humans who was boss.

But there was one thing standing in his way - Peter Griffin. Sans knew that Peter was a formidable opponent, and he had to be taken care of before he could launch his attack. So, he set his sights on Peter, knowing that he was vulnerable in his current state.

As Sans made his way towards Peter, he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He knew that this was going to be his biggest challenge yet, but he was ready for it. He approached Peter and taunted him, "Hey, bottle boy! You're no match for me. I'm the great Sans, and I'm here to take you down!"

But Peter was not afraid. He had waited his whole life for this moment and was ready to defend himself. He shouted back, "Bring it on, skeleton! I may be a bottle of Coca Cola, but I'm not afraid of you."

The two clashed in an epic battle, with Sans trying to knock Peter off the shelf, and Peter trying to defend himself. The battle raged on for hours, and it seemed like there was no end in sight. But eventually, Peter emerged victorious. He had managed to outsmart Sans and defeat him in battle.

Meanwhile, Obama was having a heartfelt and romantic moment with his husband, who was a slice of toast. They were sitting in their garden, reminiscing about their honeymoon in Italy. They had spent their days exploring the picturesque towns, indulging in the local cuisine, and basking in the warm Italian sun. It was a time that they both cherished, and they often talked about it whenever they got a chance.

As they sat there, holding hands and talking about their memories, they knew that they were meant to be together. They were each other's soulmates, and nothing could ever come between them.

But their romantic moment was interrupted by the sound of a loud explosion. They looked up to see a huge mushroom cloud rising in the distance. They knew that something terrible had happened, and they had to act fast.

They quickly got up and headed towards the city, where they saw the devastation caused by the epic battle between the evil gardening gnome and the breakdancing dog. The city was in ruins, and there were dead bodies lying everywhere. It was a scene of utter chaos and destruction.

Obama knew that he had to act fast to help the people of the city. He called for emergency services and set up a team of volunteers to help with the rescue and relief efforts. It was a long and grueling process, but eventually, they managed to restore some semblance of order to the city.

As he looked out at the ruins of the city, Obama knew that there was still a lot of work to be done. But he was determined to rebuild the city.

Once again, the world was in chaos. But this time, it was different. There was no Peter Griffin, no Sans, no gardening gnome, and no breakdancing dog. Instead, our story begins with Barack Obama, a slice of toast, and Mario.

It was a beautiful day in Italy. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and the three of them were enjoying a quiet moment on a park bench overlooking the water.

"Barack," the slice of toast said, "I can't believe it's already been five years since we got married. Remember our honeymoon in Tuscany?"

"I do," Obama said with a smile. "It was the best two weeks of my life."

Mario cleared his throat. "Ahem, excuse me, but I think it's my turn now."

They both turned to him, and he took a deep breath. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I've never had the courage to say it. Barack, Toast, I love you both. I want to be with you."

Barack and Toast were surprised, but not entirely shocked. They had both noticed the way Mario had been looking at them, and they had both been attracted to him in their own way.

"Are you sure about this, Mario?" Toast asked.

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," Mario replied.

Barack smiled. "Well then, let's make it official."

They shared a three-way kiss, and for the first time in a long time, they felt truly happy.

Meanwhile, Sans was up to his usual antics. He had launched a pug into space, and as he watched it disappear into the abyss, he felt a strange feeling in his chest.

For years, he had been struggling with his sexuality. His father, an autistic turtle driving a steamroller, had always told him that being gay was wrong, but as he watched the pug disappear into the darkness, he realized that he didn't care what his father thought anymore.

He drove the steamroller down to the beach, where he found Obama, Toast, and Mario in a passionate embrace. He took a deep breath and walked over to them.

"Obama," he said, "I know this might sound crazy, but I think I'm in love with you."

Obama was surprised, but not entirely shocked. He had noticed the way Sans had been looking at him, and he had always found him attractive in his own way.

"I don't know what to say, Sans," he replied. "I'm flattered, but I'm already in a relationship with Toast and Mario."

"I know," Sans said. "But I can't help how I feel."

They stood there in silence for a moment, until Mario spoke up. "You know, I've always been attracted to skeletons and turtles."

Sans smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah," Mario replied. "Why don't we all just give it a try?"

And so, the four of them spent the rest of the day on the beach, exploring their newfound love for each other.

But little did they know, a sinister force was watching them from afar. An Austrian pig had pointed a giant laser at Earth, and was preparing to fire.

As the laser charged up, the ground shook beneath their feet. They looked up and saw the beam of light coming straight at them.

They held each other tight, ready to face whatever came their way.

The pig got bored and decided to not fucking kill the earth

It had been a few months since Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had moved from Italy to Japan. They thought the move would be a fresh start for their relationship, but things were far from perfect. There was tension between them, and the slightest thing seemed to set one of them off.

One day, as they were walking through the busy streets of Tokyo, they bumped into Sonichu, who they had known from Italy. They had always found him charming and attractive, but they were in a committed relationship with each other, so they never acted on their feelings. But now, as they talked with Sonichu, they couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

As they spent more time with Sonichu, they found themselves getting closer and closer to him. They were all attracted to him, and they couldn't resist his charms. But they knew they were in a committed relationship with each other, and they didn't want to hurt each other.

One night, as they were all lying in bed together, Sonichu made a move on Obama. Obama was surprised at first, but he found himself giving in to Sonichu's advances. The other three watched in shock as Obama and Sonichu got intimate with each other.

Mario couldn't take it anymore and stormed out of the room. Sans and the Slice of Toast stayed behind and tried to talk things through with Obama. They understood that Sonichu was attractive, but they didn't want to lose what they had with each other.

But as the days went by, Obama found himself getting more and more involved with Sonichu. He would cancel plans with Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast to spend time with Sonichu. They all started to feel neglected and unimportant to Obama.

Finally, they had enough. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast confronted Obama and Sonichu, telling them that they needed to stop their affair. Sonichu taunted them, saying that they were just jealous and that they couldn't handle the fact that he was better in bed than any of them.

That's when things got physical. Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast attacked Sonichu, and in the heat of the moment, they turned him into a lamp. They all stood there in shock, realizing what they had done.

After they calmed down, they sat together in silence, not sure what to do next. But then, Obama leaned over and kissed Sans. The Slice of Toast joined in, and finally, Mario did too. They all realized that they loved each other, and that they didn't need anyone else to make them happy.

They all agreed to never speak of Sonichu again, and they went back to their normal lives. But they knew that they had to work on their relationship if they wanted to stay together. They promised to communicate more and to always be honest with each other. And as they lay in bed together, they knew that they had each other, and that was all they needed.

It was a beautiful day in the small town of Mushroom Kingdom. The sun was shining bright, and the birds were chirping. Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast were all gathered together in a quaint little chapel. They were all dressed in their finest attire and were beaming with joy. Today was the day that they would finally get married.

The wedding was going off without a hitch. The couple exchanged vows, and the crowd cheered as they kissed for the first time as a married couple. As they turned to face their guests, they were met with a surprising sight. Peter Griffin, the eccentric neighbor from Family Guy, was sitting in the front row, holding a bottle of Coca-Cola.

At first, everyone thought it was just a harmless prank, but as they looked closer, they realized that Peter was slowly transforming into the bottle. His body was becoming transparent, and he was starting to fizz. The guests started to panic, and the happy mood quickly turned to one of fear and confusion.

Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast huddled together, trying to figure out what was happening. Peter's transformation into a bottle of Coca-Cola was slow, but it was happening right before their eyes. The bottle was getting colder, and the fizz was getting stronger.

"What is happening?" Sans asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know," Obama replied, his eyes fixed on the bottle.

Mario and the Slice of Toast were equally puzzled. They had never seen anything like this before. The guests were getting restless, and some were even starting to leave. The atmosphere in the chapel was tense, and everyone was on edge.

Suddenly, the bottle started to shake, and the liquid inside started to bubble. It was clear that something was going to happen, and the guests braced themselves for the worst. But instead of exploding, the bottle started to shrink. Peter's transformation was complete, and he was now a small, glass bottle of Coca-Cola.

The guests breathed a collective sigh of relief, but the newlyweds were still in shock. They had never seen anything like this before, and they didn't know how to react. As they turned to each other for comfort, they realized that they were all feeling the same way. They had just gone through a traumatic experience together, and they were all in need of some love and support.

They took each other's hands and walked down the aisle, the small bottle of Coca-Cola forgotten in the chaos. As they walked out of the chapel, they were greeted by a beautiful rainbow that had appeared in the sky. It was a sign that everything was going to be okay.

They spent the rest of the day celebrating their marriage and enjoying each other's company. They danced and laughed, and they were grateful for each other's love and support. And even though they would never forget the strange incident with Peter Griffin and the Coca-Cola bottle, they knew that they could get through anything together.

As the boat pulled out of the harbor, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast looked out at the clear blue sea. They were finally on their honeymoon, and nothing could dampen their spirits. Except, perhaps, for the fact that Sonic was following them in a tiny speedboat.

"Ugh, can't that blue pest leave us alone for one minute?" Mario grumbled.

"Relax, Mario," Sans said with a grin. "Maybe he just wants to admire our coolness from afar."

The Slice of Toast rolled their eyes. "I don't think that's it. Sonic's always had a thing for Obama."

Obama chuckled. "Let him look. As long as he keeps his distance, I don't mind."

But Sonic wasn't content to just look. He revved his boat's engine and sped towards their boat, making sharp turns and spraying water everywhere.

"What the hell?" Sans exclaimed as he ducked to avoid getting drenched.

Mario growled. "That's it. I'm gonna give that hedgehog a piece of my mind."

As Mario prepared to jump onto Sonic's boat, the Slice of Toast grabbed his arm. "Wait, Mario. Look."

Underswap Papyrus, dressed in his signature orange hoodie, was doing a bizarre Fortnite dance on the deck of another boat. The seagulls that had been circling overhead suddenly burst into flames and fell to the water below.

"What the f---," Sans muttered as he shielded his eyes.

Mario and the Slice of Toast exchanged worried glances. "Do you think we should do something?" Mario asked.

Obama nodded. "We have to stop him. Before he causes any more damage."

As their boat pulled alongside Sonic's, Mario leapt onto the smaller vessel and tackled Sonic to the ground, and dealt a fatal punch to sonic's face. Sans used his magic to conjure up a blast of wind that knocked Underswap Papyrus off his boat and into the water.

But as they subdued the two troublemakers, they noticed something odd happening to Peter, who had been idly sipping a Coke on the deck of their own boat.

"Hey, what's happening to him?" the Slice of Toast cried out as Peter's body slowly twisted and contorted until he was transformed into a bottle of Coca-Cola.

The four of them exchanged bewildered looks. "What the hell is going on?" Sans wondered aloud.

As they sailed back towards the shore, they couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. What other bizarre things lay in store for them on their honeymoon?

Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast had decided to extend their honeymoon and take a trip to France, also i think frank sinatra was there too. As they arrived, they were immediately taken in by the romantic atmosphere and the beautiful scenery. They had rented a luxurious villa near the coast, and everything was perfect.

One day, as they were enjoying a walk on the beach, they stumbled upon Tails the Fox. He was injured and needed help, so they took him back to their villa and nursed him back to health. Tails was grateful and soon became friends with the group.

As they spent more time together, Tails began to develop feelings for Sans. He couldn't resist his charm and soon found himself kissing him passionately. This caused some tension between Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails, but Obama intervened and reminded them that they were all in this relationship together.

Meanwhile, Underswap Papyrus arrived in France and decided to surprise his new friends. He came over to their villa and began to do his weird Fortnite default dance, causing all the nearby birds to combust. But surprisingly, Obama, Sans, Mario, and the Slice of Toast loved it this time around, and they welcomed Underswap Papyrus with open arms.

With Tails now in the relationship, they decided to take things slow and explore France. They visited the Eiffel Tower, went shopping on the Champs-Élysées, and enjoyed romantic dinners at fancy restaurants. Tails fit in perfectly with the group, and they all had a wonderful time.

But as they were getting ready to leave France, they realized that their relationship had changed. They had all become more intimate with each other, and they knew that their dynamic would never be the same. However, they were happy and content with their new situation, and they were excited to see what the future would bring.

As they left France, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus were all cuddled up together, enjoying the journey home. They knew that they would face challenges ahead, but they were ready to face them together.

It was a bright and sunny day when Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, Tails the Fox, and Underswap Papyrus decided to continue their honeymoon by traveling to Iceland. The group of friends were excited to see the breathtaking landscapes and engage in thrilling activities, but they had no idea what was in store for them.

As they explored the Icelandic wilderness, they stumbled upon a herd of goats blocking their path. Tails approached the goats, hoping to make friends with them, but they started attacking him. The others quickly jumped in to help, with Mario and the Slice of Toast using their fire abilities to keep the goats at bay. Sans, on the other hand, transformed into a viking and charged at the goats with his trusty battle axe.

After a long and tiring battle, the group managed to fend off the goats and continue their journey. However, the battle left them exhausted and they decided to rest for the night in a nearby cave. As they settled down for the night, Underswap Papyrus suggested they sing an opera to pass the time.

The group laughed and agreed to sing an opera, with Obama taking on the lead role. For the next 24 hours, they sang and acted out an epic opera that chronicled their adventures in Iceland, complete with dramatic solos and intricate choreography. The other creatures of the cave even joined in, adding their own unique melodies to the performance.

As the opera came to an end, the group realized that they had developed a newfound appreciation for each other. They had fought alongside each other, laughed together, and now sung together in a glorious opera. They felt a deep bond that would stay with them forever.

The group continued their journey, traveling deeper into Iceland and encountering all sorts of creatures, from majestic whales to playful seals. They even tried their hand at ice fishing, with Tails using his tails to create a makeshift fishing rod.

After a week of adventures, they returned home, feeling rejuvenated and closer than ever before. They all agreed that Iceland had been a magical experience, and that they would never forget the memories they had created together.

As they said their goodbyes and parted ways, the group knew that their bond was unbreakable. No matter where life took them, they would always have each other's backs, and they would always cherish the memories of their honeymoon in Iceland.

Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and their best friend Underswap Papyrus decided to take a trip to Las Vegas to spice up their relationship. As soon as they arrived, they couldn't resist the allure of the city's many casinos.

The group quickly found themselves in the midst of a gambling frenzy. Each of them had their own favorite game, but they all shared a common desire to win big. However, as time went on, they started to notice something strange happening to Underswap Papyrus.

At first, they thought he was just tired from all the gambling, but then they noticed he was starting to change. His skin was turning purple and he was starting to look like an eggplant. The group was shocked and worried about their friend, but Underswap Papyrus just laughed it off.

"Don't worry about me guys," he said. "I'll be back to normal in no time. I think I just need a break from all this gambling."

The group continued to play, but they couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. They were all starting to become addicted to the thrill of gambling and it was starting to take its toll on their relationships. They started arguing and fighting with each other over trivial things.

Sans, who had been particularly unlucky at the craps table, was feeling particularly frustrated. "I can't believe I keep losing," he muttered. "This is ridiculous. I need to win back all the money I've lost."

Tails tried to console him. "Don't worry Sans," he said. "Maybe we should take a break and do something else. Like go see a show or something."

But Sans was adamant. "No way," he said. "I'm going to win big or die trying."

Meanwhile, Mario was starting to feel left out. He had always been the one to plan their trips and adventures, but this time he felt like he had lost control. He wanted to leave the casino and explore the city, but the others were too focused on gambling.

"I feel like we're not really enjoying our trip," he said to The Slice of Toast. "I miss the old days when we would just go on adventures and have fun together."

The Slice of Toast nodded in agreement. "Me too," she said. "But I don't want to ruin their fun. Maybe we can convince them to take a break and do something else."

Eventually, the group did take a break from gambling and decided to go see a show. They saw a spectacular performance by a magician who made a tiger appear out of thin air. The group was amazed and the tension between them started to dissipate.

As they left the theater, they noticed Underswap Papyrus was back to normal. "I feel so much better now," he said. "I think I just needed a break from all the gambling."

The group laughed and continued on their adventure, enjoying the rest of their time in Las Vegas. They realized that it wasn't about winning big or becoming addicted to gambling, but about spending time with the people they loved and creating memories together.

In the end, they all left Las Vegas richer in love and friendship, even if they didn't win big at the casinos.

Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails decided to take a romantic tank ride through America. They had been married for a while now and wanted to spice up their love life with something adventurous. Underswap Papyrus, their best friend, was excited to join them on this ride. As they were driving through the desert, Peter Griffin appeared out of nowhere, dancing and turning into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola.

Obama Sans was shocked to see Peter again, but Mario and the Slice of Toast had seen him before and knew what was coming. They tried to warn Tails and Underswap Papyrus, but it was too late. Peter's dance moves were so rad that they were hypnotized and turned into Coca-Cola bottles as well.

Sans, however, was determined not to fall under Peter's spell. He decided to take matters into his own hands and become a cowboy. He put on a hat, boots, and a vest, and started singing country songs. The others were amazed at how he transformed into a completely different person.

As they continued driving through the desert, they came across a group of goats. Tails suggested they should battle the goats to make their trip more exciting. The others agreed, and the battle began. Tails used his fox powers to confuse the goats, and Underswap Papyrus did a weird dance that made them dizzy. Mario and the Slice of Toast used their teamwork to knock them out.

After their victorious battle, they decided to take a break and have a picnic. They spread out a blanket and started eating sandwiches and drinking Coca-Cola from the bottles they had become. Sans played his guitar and sang romantic songs to Obama, who was over the moon.

But as the night drew near, they realized that they had been on the tank ride for too long. They were exhausted and needed to rest. They decided to spend the night in a nearby hotel. However, they soon found out that the hotel had a casino, and they got addicted to gambling.

Underswap Papyrus, in particular, got so addicted that he temporarily turned into an eggplant. The others were shocked and worried about him. They tried to snap him out of it by singing his favorite song, but nothing worked.

Eventually, they realized that they needed to get out of the casino and back on the road. They decided to leave Las Vegas and continue their tank ride. As they were leaving, they heard the sound of Peter's voice singing in the distance. They knew they had to be careful, but they were also excited to see what was coming next.

As they continued on their tank ride, they wondered where they would end up next. They had already battled goats, turned into Coca-Cola bottles, and even had a wild night in Las Vegas. What else was in store for them on their journey? One thing was for sure: they were all in this together and were ready for anything that came their way.

As the sun beats down on the arctic desert, four cowboys can be seen approaching in the distance. The first is Obama Sans, a tall and lean cowboy with a smooth, baritone voice. Next is Mario, a stocky cowboy with a thick mustache and a deep, rumbling voice. The Slice of Toast is a slender cowboy with a quick wit and a sharp tongue, while Tails is a young and energetic cowboy with a high-pitched voice.

As they approach, they spot a lone figure in the distance - Snufkin, the notorious outlaw who has been terrorizing the town. With a nod to each other, the four cowboys break into a run, their spurs jingling as they close in on their target.

Snufkin turns, drawing his pistol as he sees the cowboys approaching. "I've been expecting you," he sneers, a sly smile on his lips. "I've been waiting for someone to challenge me."

The cowboys stop in their tracks, drawing their own pistols and taking aim at Snufkin. "We're not afraid of you," Obama Sans says, his voice steady and calm. "We're here to bring you to justice."

Snufkin laughs, a cold and bitter sound. "You'll have to catch me first," he taunts, firing a shot that narrowly misses Mario's head.

The cowboys return fire, bullets whizzing through the air as they take cover behind rocks and cacti. Snufkin is a fast and elusive target, dodging and weaving as he fires shot after shot at the cowboys.

Underswap Papyrus suddenly appears on the scene, his body pulsing with energy. "I'll take care of this," he says, performing a Fortnite default dance that causes all the nearby birds to combust.

Snufkin is momentarily distracted by the bizarre spectacle, and the cowboys take advantage of the opportunity to close in on him. With a roar, they tackle him to the ground and disarm him, finally bringing the outlaw to justice.

As they celebrate their victory, Peter Griffin appears once more, his Jojo stand at the ready. "I've got a surprise for you," he says, a sly grin on his face.

With a flick of his wrist, he unleashes his power, turning himself and all the homeless people in the nearby town into glass bottles of Coca-Cola.

The cowboys are stunned, unsure of what to do next. But in the end, they know that they must move on. They kiss and breakdance in a final display of their love and friendship, before riding off into the sunset on their trusty steeds.

Once again, the gang found themselves at yet another strange event. This time, they were attending the wedding of their dear friend, Underswap Papyrus. However, this wasn't just any ordinary wedding - Papyrus was marrying himself.

As they entered the venue, Obama Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails were greeted with a sight that they wouldn't soon forget. Papyrus was standing at the altar, dressed in a pristine white suit and beaming with pride. His guests were dressed in their finest attire, but there was something off about the whole scene. The cake, which was constantly noclipping through the wall, seemed to be the only thing that was going according to plan.

As they took their seats, a sudden explosion echoed through the room. It was a pig that had exploded for no apparent reason. Everyone was taken aback, but oddly enough, they were all feeling a strange sense of arousal.

Papyrus, being the showman that he was, decided to breakdance in the middle of the ceremony. As he spun around, he caused even more birds to explode. The guests were now in a frenzy, feeling both flustered and amazed by the spectacle before them.

Meanwhile, Obama Sans had found his way to the open bar and had begun to indulge in some drinks. Mario, the Slice of Toast, and Tails tried to intervene, but it was too late - he was already drunk. Obama Sans stumbled around the reception hall, singing karaoke and making a fool of himself.

As the night wore on, things only got stranger. Suddenly, a group of people dressed in strange costumes burst into the room. They were there to challenge Papyrus to a dance-off. Papyrus, always up for a challenge, accepted.

The dance-off was fierce, with both sides putting on a display of incredible moves. However, in the end, Papyrus emerged victorious. The guests erupted in cheers, and even Obama Sans had sobered up enough to join in.

As the night drew to a close, the gang realized that they had just experienced one of the most bizarre events of their lives. But for some reason, they couldn't help but feel grateful for the experience. They had laughed, danced, and celebrated with their dear friend Papyrus. And at the end of the day, that's all that really mattered.

Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat around a giant table, staring at the four-kilometer pizza in the center. They had been waiting for this moment for weeks, and they were ready to feast.

"Alright, let's do this," Mario said, slicing off a massive piece of pizza.

As they devoured the pizza, they chatted and laughed about various topics, from politics to video games.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the distance. It was Amy, Sonic's former girlfriend, and she looked furious.

"You! You killed Sonic!" she screamed, pointing an accusing finger at them.

The group froze, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a pig nearby exploded, making everyone jump and causing Amy to stop mid-rant.

"What the heck was that?" Tails asked, looking around in confusion.

"I don't know, but let's take advantage of this opportunity and run!" Sans exclaimed, grabbing a slice of pizza and making a break for it.

The group scattered, each trying to get away from Amy as quickly as possible. But as they ran, they realized that they were lost.

"We're never going to make it out of here," The Slice of Toast said, panting heavily.

Suddenly, Amy appeared out of nowhere, a bottle of vodka in her hand.

"Guys, I don't care about Sonic anymore. Let's just get drunk and forget about everything," she said, offering them the bottle.

The group hesitated for a moment before accepting the offer. They sat around the table, passing the bottle back and forth, laughing and talking about everything under the sun.

As the night wore on, they all stumbled outside to look at the stars. Underswap Papyrus marveled at the constellations, pointing out various stars and telling stories about them.

"I can't believe we're all such good friends now," Obama said, his words slightly slurred.

"It's amazing what a little alcohol can do," Tails added, grinning.

The group sat in silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.

Suddenly, a shooting star streaked across the sky, and they all made a wish. As they walked back to their homes, they felt a newfound sense of camaraderie and friendship.

"Today was one of the best days ever," Sans said, grinning from ear to ear.

"I couldn't agree more," Mario added.

As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they knew that they had all just experienced something truly special. And they couldn't wait to do it again.

The group of friends, Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, and Underswap Papyrus, were all excited for their road trip through Europe. They were all packed and ready to go, but there was one problem. None of them knew how to drive on the opposite side of the road, and they didn't have a car. That's when Amy stepped in and offered to drive them around in her old beat-up van.

As they drove through the winding roads of the French countryside, they couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the beautiful scenery. The rolling hills and lush greenery were unlike anything they had ever seen before. Sans was especially impressed, "Hey, guys, look at that! That looks like a giant spaghetti monster!" he exclaimed, pointing to a cloud formation.

Amy rolled her eyes, "That's just a cloud, Sans. You're such a weirdo."

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the van started shaking. They pulled over to the side of the road and saw that one of the pigs in the nearby field had exploded.

"What the heck?!" exclaimed Mario. "That's the second time we've seen a pig explode today!"

Everyone was feeling a little uneasy about the situation, but Amy tried to reassure them, "It's probably just some kind of gas leak or something. Let's just keep moving."

As they continued on their journey, more strange things started happening. Peter Griffin suddenly appeared out of nowhere and turned into a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Everyone was freaking out, except for Amy, who just shrugged and said, "Eh, just another weird thing that happens on these kinds of trips."

Eventually, they arrived in Paris and decided to stop for a quick bite to eat. They found a local pizzeria that boasted the world's largest pizza. The group of friends decided to split it, and were surprised to find out that the pizza was over 4 kilometers long.

As they ate their way through the pizza, they suddenly heard a familiar voice behind them. It was Amy's ex-boyfriend, Sonic. He was alive and well, and he was furious.

"You guys killed me off in that last story!" he exclaimed. "I demand justice!"

The group was taken aback, and they didn't know how to respond. Luckily, another pig exploded, which made everyone flustered and distracted Sonic long enough for the group to make a quick escape.

As they continued on their road trip, they found themselves in Germany, where they stumbled upon a beer festival. Amy couldn't resist, and started drinking heavily. The rest of the group decided to join in and get drunk as well. They all had a great time, and ended up becoming even closer friends than they already were.

As the night wore on, they all went outside to look at the stars. They sat there in silence, enjoying each other's company and the beautiful night sky.

"You know," said Obama, "this is the best road trip I've ever been on. I don't want it to end."

Everyone agreed, and they all promised to take another road trip together in the future. They all fell asleep under the stars, feeling grateful for their friendship and the adventures they had shared.

It was a hot summer evening and the gang was looking for something to do. Obama, sans, mario, the slice of toast tails, underswap papyrus, and their sarcastic gal pal Amy had been brainstorming for hours. Finally, Amy spoke up.

"Guys, I've got it. Let's hit up the local vaporwave 80's club and get wasted."

The group looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they all agreed.

As they arrived at the club, the neon lights and synthwave music filled their senses. Amy immediately went to the bar and ordered some drinks, while the others started to dance.

Obama was really getting into it, doing some of his signature moves from his college days, while mario and the slice of toast tails were doing their best impressions of the robots from the music video for "Popcorn."

As the night wore on, Amy decided to ditch her cigarettes for some pot, which she passed around to the rest of the group. They all got incredibly high and decided to watch an episode of Miami Vice on the club's big screen.

But as they watched the show, they started to get bored. They decided to start insulting a nerd on Twitter who had been trying to argue with them about the meaning of vaporwave.

Amy was particularly brutal, using her sarcasm to tear him apart, while the others chimed in with their own insults.

Finally, the nerd gave up and blocked them all. The group high-fived each other, feeling victorious.

But just then, another group of guys entered the club, and things started to get tense. They were looking for trouble, and it wasn't long before a fight broke out.

The gang quickly found themselves in the thick of it, with Obama using his quick reflexes to dodge punches, sans using his telekinesis to knock out a few guys, and Mario and the slice of toast tails using their acrobatic skills to evade attacks.

Even Amy got in on the action, using her wit to distract one of the guys before taking him down with a swift kick to the groin.

After the brawl was over, the group was exhausted but exhilarated. They decided to call it a night and headed back to their respective homes.

As they said their goodbyes, Amy turned to them and said, "I gotta say, guys, that was one of the craziest nights of my life. Let's do it again sometime."

The group agreed, already planning their next adventure.

It was a bright and sunny morning, but the gang felt like they had been hit by a truck. As they slowly opened their eyes, they found themselves in bed, all tangled up with each other. They looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night, but their memories were hazy at best.

"Ugh, my head is killing me," groaned Sans, rubbing his temples.

"Yeah, what the heck happened last night?" added Obama.

Mario sat up, trying to shake off the cobwebs in his brain. "I don't know, but I think we had a wild time."

Tails, who was snuggled up against Mario, looked around the room in confusion. "Wait, why are we all in the same bed?"

Underswap Papyrus, who was still asleep, mumbled something incoherent and rolled over, causing Amy to stir awake.

"Oh, good morning, sleepyheads," said Amy, stretching her arms above her head. "How's everyone feeling?"

"Like we got hit by a freight train," replied Mario, wincing as he sat up.

Amy chuckled. "Yeah, I figured as much. You guys got pretty wild last night."

"Wait, what do you mean?" asked Obama, a look of concern on his face.

"Well, let's just say there was a lot of giggling and... physical contact," said Amy with a smirk.

The gang all looked at each other, a mix of confusion and embarrassment on their faces.

"I don't remember any of that," said Tails, blushing.

Sans let out a chuckle. "Guess we had too much fun last night, huh?"

As they tried to piece together the events of the previous night, they noticed a strange smell in the room. It was a mix of stale smoke and something else that they couldn't quite identify.

"What's that smell?" asked Underswap Papyrus, now fully awake.

Amy sniffed the air. "Oh, that's probably the pot we smoked last night. It must have been pretty strong stuff."

The gang looked at each other, still trying to wrap their heads around the fact that they had all gotten high and ended up in bed together.

As they got up to try and make sense of what had happened, they noticed that there was a strange energy in the air. It was like the explosion of the pig the night before had somehow changed the dynamic between them, making them feel more connected and intimate than ever before.

"Hey, guys," said Mario, looking around at the group. "I don't know what happened last night, but I feel like we've all become a lot closer."

Tails nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I feel like we can really trust each other now."

Amy smiled. "Well, that's the magic of weed, I guess. It makes everything feel more intense and meaningful."

Obama looked around the room, taking in the familiar faces of his friends. Even though they had all ended up in bed together, he felt like they had all bonded in a way that he had never experienced before.

"Hey, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving," he said, rubbing his stomach.

The others all agreed, and they got dressed and headed out to find some breakfast. As they walked through the streets, they couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of camaraderie and adventure. They had no idea what the day would bring, but they were excited to find out together.

Once upon a time, in a mystical world where video game characters were alive and well, there lived a happy couple named Obama and Sans. They were happily married and lived with their best friends, Mario and Slice of Toast Tails. The group loved going on adventures together, and today was no exception. They were exploring some ancient ruins when they stumbled upon their good friend, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy, their somewhat sarcastic gal pal.

As they made their way through the ruins, they stumbled upon their old friend, Knuckles, who seemed to be struck with grief, sadness, and anger. He was deeply upset over the murder of their mutual friend, Sonic, at the hands of Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast. Knuckles could not believe what he was seeing and immediately confronted the group.

"What have you done? How could you have killed Sonic?" Knuckles asked, his voice trembling with emotion.

Obama and Sans exchanged a knowing glance, while Mario and Slice of Toast looked down at their feet in shame. "We did what we had to do," Obama replied coolly.

This only angered Knuckles further, and he flew into a fit of rage. "You had no right! Sonic was our friend, and you took him away from us!"

The group watched in disbelief as Knuckles launched himself at them, ready to fight. What followed was a battle like no other, a Disbelief styled fight. The fight was broken down into four phases, each one more intense than the last.

In the first phase, Knuckles was trying to convince Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast to stop their aggressions. He was not visibly angry at this stage; he was instead deeply saddened by their actions and clearly missed his friend. The group attacked him relentlessly, but Knuckles blocked all their attacks. At the end of this phase, Knuckles collapsed and burst into tears, regretting his decision to fight. However, he continued to block attacks until the transition to Phase Two.

In the second phase, Knuckles broke his bone into two halves and entered a state of cold rage. He claimed that Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast deserved to die. He was able to change the bullet board and replace all ITEMs with Spaghetti, which heals 0 HP. (Except in the new playable version, It actually heals HP.) At the end of the phase, he hesitated and ultimately stopped himself from dealing a fatal blow to the group, before eventually transitioning into Phase Three.

In the third phase, Knuckles' SOUL began to resonate as his memories of Sonic and the gardening gnome in his Undying form entered the fight. Knuckles came to terms with the fact that Sonic and the gardening gnome were dead. He then decided to confront Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and attempt to change them before it was too late. Knuckles displayed the ability to manipulate the player's maximum HP during this phase. At the end of this phase, Knuckles transitioned into Phase Four.

In the fourth and final phase, Knuckles still believed in Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast and begged for them to spare him and have a good ending, while using attacks reminiscent of his "really cool regular attack." The group struck him down and continued to attack his skull even as he claimed he still believed they could change, eventually leading to a fatal wound.

As Knuckles lay dying, Obama, Sans, Mario, and Slice of Toast looked at each other in regret. They had gone too far and had lost a friend because of it. They made a promise to each other to never let things get out of hand like that again.

As they walked away from the ruins, they knew they had a lot of work to

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The group sat in the waiting room of Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, all nervously fidgeting in their seats. Obama leaned back, running a hand through his hair as he let out a deep sigh. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm not sure how much this is really going to help," he said, glancing over at his friends.

Sans shrugged, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. "I dunno, man. It's worth a shot, right? We've been through a lot lately, and maybe talking to someone who isn't in the thick of it all will help us process everything."

Mario nodded in agreement, clasping his hands together. "Si, I agree. We have been through so much. It can't hurt to try."

Tails, who was sitting beside Obama, shifted in his seat. "I just hope we can find some way to move past what happened. It's been hard on all of us, but I feel like Knuckles is taking it the hardest."

Underswap Papyrus, who had come along for moral support, spoke up. "Yes, it is important to address our issues before they get worse. It is nothing to be ashamed of."

Just then, the door to the waiting room opened and Dr. Robotnik stepped out, beckoning them to follow him. They filed into his office, taking seats on a large couch as he sat across from them.

"So," he began, "what brings you all here today?"

Amy was the first to speak up. "We've been through a traumatic experience recently, and we're struggling to process everything. We thought that maybe talking to someone could help us work through it all."

Dr. Robotnik nodded, jotting down a few notes on his clipboard. "Of course. Can you tell me a bit about what happened?"

Obama took a deep breath, relaying the events of their encounter with Knuckles and the aftermath. As he spoke, Tails and Sans chimed in with their own perspectives, and Amy interjected with her own brand of sarcastic humor to lighten the mood.

Dr. Robotnik listened patiently, occasionally asking clarifying questions or offering his own insights. When they finished, he leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Well, it sounds like you all have been through quite an ordeal," he said. "It's natural to feel a range of emotions after something like that. The most important thing is that you're all here, willing to talk about it and work through it."

They spent the next hour discussing their feelings and experiences, with Dr. Robotnik guiding the conversation and offering coping strategies. By the end of the session, they all felt a bit lighter, more able to face the challenges that lay ahead.

As they filed out of the office, Underswap Papyrus clapped Obama on the back. "See, I told you it would help," he said with a grin.

Obama chuckled, feeling a weight lifted off his shoulders. "Yeah, you were right. I guess it's not so bad talking about our feelings after all."

Sans nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was kinda nice to have someone else listen to us for a change."

Tails smiled, looking over at his husband. "I'm just glad we're all in this together. We'll get through it, one step at a time."

Mario wrapped an arm around Tails' shoulders. "Si, we will. Together, nothing can stop us."

And with that, the group walked out into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Dr. Robotnik sat at his desk in his therapy office, ready to receive his clients. It was a new day, and he was eager to help his clients overcome their difficulties. As he looked over his notes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the progress his clients had made.

He thought back to their first session, where they were all struggling to come to terms with the events that had transpired. But now, after months of hard work and dedication, they were all making significant progress.

As his first client, Obama, walked into the room, Robotnik couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. He had always known that he had the ability to help people, and he was proud of the progress his clients had made.

"Good morning, Obama," he said warmly. "How have you been?"

"I've been doing well, thanks," Obama replied, taking a seat on the couch. "I feel like I've made a lot of progress since we started working together."

"I'm glad to hear that," Robotnik said, making some notes on his pad. "So, what's been on your mind lately?"

As Obama began to talk, Robotnik listened carefully, taking notes and asking questions to gain a deeper understanding of his client's thoughts and feelings. Over the course of the session, they worked together to explore some of Obama's past experiences, and how they might be impacting his current emotional state.

As the session drew to a close, Robotnik felt a sense of satisfaction. He knew that he had helped Obama make some progress, and that he had made a positive impact on his life.

As Obama left the office, Robotnik took a moment to reflect on his own life. He had always been passionate about helping others, but he couldn't help but feel like there was something missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't living up to his full potential.

Later that day, Robotnik decided to take a break from his work and head to his local coffee shop. As he sipped his coffee, he pondered his purpose in life. He had always been so focused on his work as a therapist, but now that Sonic was gone, he wasn't sure what he should be doing.

As he sat there lost in thought, he was approached by the barista, who asked if he was okay.

"I'm fine, thank you," Robotnik replied, smiling. "Just lost in thought, I suppose."

"Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here," the barista said kindly.

As Robotnik left the coffee shop and made his way home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for the kindness of strangers. Maybe, he thought, there was more to life than just being a therapist. Maybe there were other ways he could help people and make a difference in the world.

As he arrived home and settled in for the night, Robotnik knew that he had some serious soul-searching to do. But he was also excited to explore new possibilities and find new ways to make a positive impact in the world. After all, he knew that he had the ability to help people, and that was something that would never change.

Obama, Sans, Mario, The Slice of Toast, Tails, and Underswap Papyrus sat in Dr. Robotnik's therapy office, discussing their next session. They had been making progress, but everyone was feeling stressed and overworked. After some thought, The Slice of Toast suggested a vacation to Switzerland to relax and recharge.

Dr. Robotnik was hesitant at first, but the group eventually convinced him to come along. They all piled into The Slice of Toast's car and before he knew it, they had yeeted the car across the Atlantic ocean, much to Robotnik's surprise. As they landed in Switzerland, he couldn't help but wonder if he was really in a cartoon.

They rented a chalet in the Alps, and Amy wasted no time in indulging in some of Switzerland's finest herbs. She became even more sarcastic than usual, but at least she was calmer and happier. Suddenly, a nearby pig exploded, causing everyone to become aroused. Dr. Robotnik was bewildered, but Amy assured him it was a normal thing that happened often in Switzerland.

As they continued their exploration, they were followed by Peter Griffin, who eventually confronted them with a dramatic monologue. The group was confused, but eventually, Peter turned into a glass bottle of Coca-Cola, leaving everyone stunned and bewildered.

Despite the bizarre turn of events, the group enjoyed some lighthearted shenanigans, including trying Swiss chocolate and learning to yodel. They eventually ended up at a local bar, where everyone except for Dr. Robotnik got drunk on Swiss beer.

As they stumbled back to the chalet, they all collapsed into their beds, exhausted from the day's activities. Dr. Robotnik took a moment to step outside and gaze up at the stars, lost in thought. Amy joined him and the two of them sat in silence, contemplating life and the bizarre turn of events that had brought them to Switzerland.

Despite the chaos and confusion, Dr. Robotnik found himself feeling grateful for this odd group of friends. As they returned home, he couldn't help but wonder what his purpose was now that Sonic was gone. But for the moment, he was content to enjoy the company of his new friends and the strange adventures they brought.

It was a sunny day in the town of Mushroom Kingdom, and Obama, Sans, Mario, the Slice of Toast Tails, Underswap Papyrus, and Amy were all hanging out at their favorite café. They were all dressed in their casual attire, which ranged from t-shirts and jeans to dresses and skirts. They were sipping on their drinks and chatting about various topics, from politics to video games.

Obama was talking about his recent visit to Africa, where he had met with various world leaders to discuss issues related to climate change and human rights. Sans was listening intently, nodding his head in agreement with everything Obama said. Mario and Slice of Toast Tails were engrossed in a game of Super Smash Bros, while Underswap Papyrus was busy texting on his phone.

Amy, on the other hand, was leaning back in her chair, observing everyone with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "You guys are so boring," she said, taking a sip of her iced coffee. "Why don't we do something fun?"

Everyone looked at her, intrigued. "Like what?" Obama asked.

"I don't know, let's go on an adventure or something," Amy said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

The group all looked at each other, contemplating the idea. "That sounds like a great idea," Mario said, pausing his game. "Where should we go?"

Underswap Papyrus suggested going to a nearby amusement park, but Amy rolled her eyes. "That's so cliche," she said. "Let's go somewhere unexpected."

Slice of Toast Tails chimed in. "How about we go to an escape room? I've always wanted to try one."

The group all agreed, and they quickly finished their drinks and made their way to the nearest escape room. They were all given clues and puzzles to solve, and they worked together as a team to escape the room before the time ran out. It was a challenging but fun experience, and they all left feeling accomplished and proud of themselves.

After the escape room, the group decided to grab some lunch at a nearby sandwich shop. They sat at a table outside, enjoying the warm weather and each other's company. As they ate their sandwiches, they talked about their favorite movies and TV shows, and Amy couldn't resist making sarcastic comments about everything.

As they finished their meal, Obama received a call from his wife, Michelle. He excused himself from the table and walked a few steps away to take the call.

The rest of the group continued chatting and laughing, but their conversation was interrupted by a loud noise. They turned to see Obama, with a sheepish expression on his face, standing in front of a parked car that he had accidentally hit with his own car.

The group all rushed over to see if they could help, and they spent the next hour exchanging information with the car's owner and waiting for the police to arrive. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they all managed to make the best of the situation, joking around and keeping each other entertained while they waited.

As they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways, they all agreed that it had been a fun and memorable day. It was a reminder that sometimes the most unexpected and unplanned moments can end up being the best ones.

It was a sunny day in the land of stories, and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and their best friends Underswap Papyrus and Amy were gathered together for a casual hangout. They had been through so much together, from fighting Knuckles to going on a wild vacation to Switzerland, and they were happy to just spend a quiet day in each other's company.

As they sat around a picnic table in a park, Sans pulled out his guitar and started strumming a melody. Tails, who was always tinkering with gadgets, had brought a portable speaker and hooked it up to Sans' guitar so they could all hear him play.

Amy, even the sarcastic one, cracked a joke about Sans' guitar skills, and they all laughed. Mario pulled out a large bag of mushrooms, and they all took some, feeling the effects almost instantly. They lay back on the grass, watching the clouds float by, lost in thought.

"I can't believe we've been through so much together," said Tails, breaking the silence. "Remember when we went to therapy with Dr. Robotnik?"

The group groaned in unison at the memory. Dr. Robotnik had helped them all with their trauma after fighting Knuckles, but his eccentricities had made the therapy sessions more than a little bizarre.

"I still can't believe we yeeted our car across the ocean," said Obama, grinning.

Amy snorted. "And then we got high in Switzerland and watched a pig explode."

Underswap Papyrus giggled. "That was so weird, bro."

They spent the afternoon reminiscing about their past adventures, and before they knew it, the sun was beginning to set. They decided to head back to Tails and Mario's home for a movie night.

As they walked back to the house, Obama and Sans fell behind the group, deep in conversation.

"I still can't believe Sonic is gone," said Obama, his voice heavy with sadness.

Sans put a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "I know, man. It's tough. But we've got each other, and we'll get through it together."

They caught up with the rest of the group, who were already settling in on the couch. Tails had put on a movie, but they quickly lost interest and started chatting again.

Amy brought up the topic of their individual personalities and how they had all grown and changed over the years. They talked about how Sans had become more introspective and Tails had become more confident.

Underswap Papyrus spoke up. "And Amy, you've become even more sarcastic than ever."

She grinned. "I'll take that as a compliment."

They spent the rest of the evening hanging out, eating pizza and watching YouTube videos. As the night grew later, they all began to yawn and stretch, ready to head to bed.

As they said their goodnights and headed off to their respective rooms, Obama paused to look up at the stars.

"I wonder what the future holds for us," he said softly.

Sans walked up beside him and looked up as well. "Who knows, man. But as long as we've got each other, we'll be okay."

And with that, they both headed off to bed, ready for whatever tomorrow may bring.

It was a Friday evening and Obama, Sans, Mario, Tails, and the slice of toast were sitting in their living room, bored out of their minds. They had been working hard all week and were in desperate need of some entertainment. Amy, who had just arrived, had the perfect idea - they should get wasted!

"I have a whole bottle of whiskey in my bag," Amy said with a grin. "Let's get drunk and have some fun!"

The group hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go along with the plan. After all, what harm could a little bit of alcohol do?

As they started drinking, things quickly started to get wild. Sans, who was never one to hold his liquor, was already slurring his words and stumbling around the room. Mario, on the other hand, was dancing on the table, doing his best impression of a go-go dancer.

Tails, being the responsible one, had set up a designated driver to take them to the local bar, but even he was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. He had a sudden urge to fix his plane's engine, even though it was perfectly fine.

The slice of toast, being the quiet one of the group, was now singing karaoke at the top of his lungs. He may have been just a slice of bread, but he sure had some pipes on him.

Underswap Papyrus, who had joined the group later, was now taking selfies with a beer in hand, bragging about how cool he looked.

Amy, who had started the whole thing, was now sitting in the corner, watching everyone with a smug smile on her face. She was clearly enjoying the chaos she had created.

As they stumbled out of the house and into the car, Tails did his best to keep them on the road. However, he had forgotten to fill the gas tank, and the car sputtered to a stop just a few miles away from the bar.

Obama, who had never been a fan of alcohol, was now starting to feel sick. He stumbled out of the car, leaned against a tree, and proceeded to vomit all over himself. The rest of the group, however, found this hilarious and started taking pictures.

After cleaning himself up, Obama was back to his senses and realized that they had no way to get to the bar. Just then, a group of people on bicycles rode by, and they quickly hopped on, pedaling as fast as they could towards their destination.

When they finally arrived at the bar, they were already so wasted that they could hardly stand. They stumbled into the establishment, causing a ruckus and getting dirty looks from the other patrons.

Amy, feeling particularly bold, decided to challenge the bartender to a drinking contest. He accepted, and the two of them quickly started downing shots of tequila. It was a close match, but in the end, Amy emerged victorious.

As the night wore on, the group got even more wasted. They danced on the tables, sang karaoke, and generally caused a ruckus. Eventually, the bar had enough of their antics and kicked them out.

Undeterred, the group stumbled out onto the street, determined to keep the party going. They found a nearby park and started a bonfire, roasting marshmallows and singing campfire songs.

As the sun began to rise, the group finally started to sober up. They realized just how crazy the night had been and laughed at all the ridiculous things they had done. It was a night they would never forget.

In the end, they stumbled back to their house, feeling tired but happy. They collapsed onto the couch, still giggling and reminiscing about the night's events. It had been a wild ride.

As Sonichu lay there, slowly succumbing to his wounds, the group gathered around him, stunned by what had just happened. They had just defeated him in battle, but seeing him pass away before their eyes was something they were not prepared for.

Obama broke the silence, "Well, that's that then. We won, right?" he said, trying to keep the mood light.

But the group couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. Tails looked particularly shaken up.

"I know he was evil, but he was still a living being," Tails said quietly. "It's hard to just forget about that."

Mario put a hand on Tails' shoulder, "We had no choice, amigo. He was going to keep causing chaos and destruction if we didn't stop him."

Whiskerino, who had been silent until now, spoke up. "I've seen a lot of things in my time, but that was something else," he said, his voice trembling slightly.

Amy, always the sarcastic one, tried to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about him causing trouble anymore. That's one less evil lamp in the world."

Obama suddenly started breakdancing in the background, trying to distract everyone from the heaviness of the situation. It worked, to some extent. The group started laughing and joking around, forgetting about the trauma of the battle they had just fought.

But as they continued on their journey, Sonichu's passing weighed heavily on them all. They couldn't shake the feeling of guilt and sadness that lingered.

Underswap Papyrus, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "Maybe we should take a moment to reflect on what has happened and honor Sonichu's memory. He may have been our enemy, but he was still a being that deserved respect."

The group agreed, and then they pissed on sonichus corpse. As they continued their journey, they all realized that the battle had changed them. They had faced death and loss, and it had left a lasting impact on them.

But as they looked to the future, they knew that they would face more challenges and more battles. And they would face them together, as a team.

The group laughed and joked around, but the memory of Sonichu's passing stayed with them. It had left an indelible mark on their lives, one that they would never forget.

[tiredcowpoke]

A BETTER EVENING

Pairing: Molly O'Shea x Fem!Reader Request: Anon sent “Hey! I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing Molly? Something about an angsty molly/f!reader just makes me 😩. An “I can treat you so much better” type situation and both are aware there’s feelings there? (one-sided or otherwise! however it comes to you!). Smut if you are up to it, but no pressure at all!“ Warnings: Cheating (emotional, at least), pretty Dutch critical, angst, pining. Note: I'm upset I had to take forever with this, but I'm always down to write something with Molly. lol Thank you for requesting, anon, and I hope this at least lives up to your expectations? Regardless, I hope you all enjoy.

She disappeared down the shoreline again, fists clenched and arms swinging at her sides as if she was going to punch whoever might appear at the end of her march.

A part of you, not born out of frustration toward her or her situation, almost wished that she’d just keep going. You had seen and heard her issues with Dutch, that she had taken a punch from Karen a day or so back for some sort of fight between the two of them, and you knew she would fare better if she just left. Yet, you knew she wouldn’t. She was loyal to Dutch, she loved Dutch, and you could see her trying to win his affections back.

Given how he’d been acting around Mary-Beth, who was unwillingly dragged into this mess without wanting to be, you had found yourself biting your tongue a few times from making a comment or two to him about everything. Yet, you knew your time would be better spent giving Molly your time. Things had been good between you two–you had been warned by the other women a few times about her temperament and how Molly kept her distance. You still found a way to get her to talk with you–it wasn’t hard, back in Horseshoe. Spirits were high, or better than they had been since Colter, but now things felt…different.

Molly was distancing herself. Didn’t really want to talk with you for too long, and her anger was rearing its head a lot more since the gang had moved camps. With her and Dutch going head-to-head most days, you couldn’t blame her for the foul moods.

Still, you wanted to try. Even if it was a small conversation or she would brush you off.

Upon seeing her sit down on a rock just out of eyesight from most of the camp, you started to make your way over toward her. There was some apprehension to your movements–at most, you just didn’t want to ruin her day more than it already has been. It wasn’t even midday yet and she was sitting out on her own again after another shouting match. You knew you would have to tread carefully, at least.

“Molly?” you asked once you came within a couple steps of her.

She glanced toward you, eyes sharp but you could tell from the puffiness that she was holding back the tears. Seeing her like this, it pulled at something in your chest–sympathy, but also anger toward Dutch. You realized you were about to give her the apology that he wouldn’t.

“That was horrible…” you started, “I’m sorry. I know things aren’t good with you, but I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine,” she stated, voice tight. You didn’t believe that for a second, but you didn’t press as you gestured toward the space beside her.

“You mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead,” she replied shortly.

With a small exhale, you finally crossed the space between you two and sat down beside her. You looked out at the river, the islands across from you that were still shrouded in the morning mist. Even with the tension, you didn’t want to speak. To push Molly into talking when she didn’t want to. Yet, you just…wanted her to know you were there, you supposed. You had wanted that more than you cared to admit, and not just within situations like your current one.

You knew you were just putting yourself into more pain in the end, but it was hard not to feel drawn to her. Yet, you knew you couldn’t act on it. As far as you were aware, Molly hadn’t made any signals that she returned your sentiments, and you knew trying to pursue the woman who was with your gang’s leader was just asking for trouble. Reason pointed largely toward why it was a bad idea, but you couldn’t seem to help yourself.

You had wanted to see her smile. See her laugh. Anything other than the shouting and crying that you had seen out of her as of late.

“I don’t know what to do,” Molly admitted, pulling you out of your thoughts as you glanced toward her. Her voice was shaky and tired, her Irish accent thick with the tears you could hear she was holding back.

“I know you’re all watchin’ me, too,” she continued, the venom in her voice taking you aback somewhat, “Just waitin’ for the next show–well, I’m sure you’ll all keep gettin’ it.”

“I’m not finding any amusement,” you said, tone even despite the anger that clearly sat her own. “You’re one of the first people I got close to in this camp. I care about you.”

Molly turned to glance over at you, then. While she didn’t say anything, you could see her expression shift. The sharp gaze she gave you when you first approached fell away to something a little softer, though you could clearly see the hurt in her eyes before she turned to look away from you. This place was draining her–clearly. You could see that, and you knew others did too. Yet, you had the feeling that you might be one of the few, if not the only one, to try to talk to her directly about it.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said, the words slipping out without much thought, as much as you knew an idea had been forming in your head.

“What?”

“Just for a while,” you continued, “I know a quiet place that would be nice for the afternoon. I…well, I think we both could use some time away from here.”

“I…I don’t know,” Molly replied after a pause, looking conflicted. You raised your hands somewhat in a placating gesture–you didn’t want to stress her out, but you thought that maybe it would be nice for her. You knew nobody else was going to, anyway.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I just thought I would offer. I can lead my horse around, you won’t even have to explain it to anybody else. It’s not like I’m asking you to rob a bank with me or anything.”

Molly seemed to debate that for a few moments–in that time, though, you had noticed a change in her body language. Even if it was just a suddenness of the offer, she seemed to perk up somewhat at the idea, even if she hadn’t voiced it out loud just yet.

“…Not for too long,” she settled on, making a small grin appear on your face.

***

You appreciated the shift in temperature from Lymone into New Hanover.

Perhaps more than you did when the gang had been staying in Horseshoe, but the current camp was stifling in more ways than just the tension you had noticed in places. While it wasn’t a major drop in temperature, you didn’t want to go too far out, it felt like you could breathe a little easier. Well, as much as you could in the current situation.

Honestly, you were a little nervous as your horse trotted along at an easy pace, you being all too aware of the passenger you had behind you on the horse. Molly’s hands rested on your hips, the two of you not really talking much on the journey toward a little spot you knew from a while ago. A place you took off to from time to time to be alone with your thoughts, or when camplife got to you a little too much. It was quiet, isolated, and sometimes it felt like you were separated from reality for a while. Little peaceful places like that, you had learned to appreciate where you could.

You didn’t know if Molly would get the same experience, but you hoped so. At the end of the day, you were just hoping that perhaps it would give her a chance to relax. To get away from the camp, Dutch, and all the rest. (As much as a small part of you did wish that it’d be your company that would help her do that, but you didn’t want to put her in that position. As much as your mind tormented you with the idea from time to time.)

“I haven’t done this in a long while, you know,” Molly said suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts as you turned your head toward her somewhat over your shoulder. “Dutch used to take me on rides like this before, but…not so much anymore.”

“…He’s busy these days. You know how he is,” you offered in reply, though your tone betrayed the fact that you didn’t put much heart into your defense of Dutch. It kind of felt like a knee-jerk reaction, sometimes. You cleared your throat somewhat, perking up a little. “Though, I’m happy to take you out for a bit. It’s not too far now, I think.”

“Ya don’t have to defend him to me, you know,” she said, “He…I just want someone to tell me that they see what I do.”

“What do you see?” you asked after a pause.

“That he’s…different, now,” Molly said, you feeling her hands tighten a bit on your hips as she shifted on the back of your horse as you steered down toward a familiar patch of trees.

“A lot of things have changed lately, haven’t they?” you asked, “Not to dismiss your concerns…”

“Yes, but…” Molly trailed off, sounding a little frustrated but you were glad that at least she wasn’t bottling it all up. “Even before Blackwater, you saw how he was. I thought things were getting better in Horseshoe, but now he has no time for me. Can’t help but resent the man.”

“I can’t say I know him that well,” you said, “I’ve only been around for…maybe half a year? Yet…well, I’ve seen the way you two yell at each other now, so I can’t say I haven’t noticed a change.”

“Mortifyin’, that’s what that is,” Molly muttered, “I just don’t want to sit there and take it. I just want him to listen.”

“I know,” you replied, reaching a hand back to grasp at her own where she was gripping your shirt, “Dutch…he…Don’t tell anybody I said this, but it feels like doesn’t listen to anybody unless they are agreeing with him. From what I’ve seen, anyway. He may change. Come to his senses or something…”

God, listening to yourself say those last couple of sentences didn’t make you believe you believed what you were saying. Molly didn’t say anything in return–you couldn’t blame her. You wanted to respect her relationship with him; and for all you had to say, Dutch did help you out. Yet, you really didn’t want to force yourself to defend the man you saw hurting someone you cared about, day after day. You knew Molly hurled her own share back at him, but after seeing what happened with Mary-Beth and her discomfort, you couldn’t help but want to stand with Molly.

It wasn't your place to get involved, anyway. Not directly, at least. You could just offer her things like this, you supposed.

Finally, after making sure to take a path into the clearing that wouldn’t get you both smacked by tree branches, you arrived at the little clearing. The little stream, some rabbits running off into the bushes on the other side and the early evening sunlight giving you plenty of shade. You steered your horse to a stop near a tree, slipping out of the saddle first before offering your hands out to Molly for some help down with a somewhat awkward chuckle.

She took your offered help, slipping off the side of your horse with your assistance, gripping onto your hands as she glanced around herself. You couldn’t help but notice the freckles that dotted her cheeks, a few strands of her red hair resting against her shoulders as you still gripped her hands in your own. Your heart was beating hard, both worried about her reaction and the fact that you were still standing like you were.

Finally, you dropped your hands to your sides as you looked around yourself before giving Molly a small grin.

“Like I said, it’s not a gala or anything, but it’s nice.”

“I don’t think I could handle anythin’ more than this,” Molly said, “It’s…quiet.”

You made a sound of agreement, moving toward one of the trees to rest under as you gave Molly the option to follow. Really, you couldn’t say you had many hobbies that you could do in a place like this, but just taking in the relative quiet was enough for you. Though, you noticed Molly walking over to join you after a few moments, lowering herself down to sit next to you as you glanced toward her.

She pulled her legs up to her chest somewhat, crossing her arms on her knees as she looked off at the treeline across from you both. It was probably the most casual you had seen her.

“I used to look for places like this to write poetry,” Molly commented, making you raise your eyebrows at her somewhat.

“You’re a poet?”

She chuckled lightly at that, the sound pulling at your heart a little. “I appreciate the flattery, but I wouldn’t say that. I don’t write nearly enough.”

“You could always pick it up again,” you encouraged, “I’ve seen Arthur with his journal many times, Sean and his whittling. Javier and his guitar, even Uncle with the banjo…”

“I know, but…” Molly started with a small shrug of her shoulders, “I don’t think I could write the same. About nature, love, folktales…things have changed too much.”

“I don’t think that means you should stop…” you replied, “Not to pressure you. Just…well, I know Mary-Beth writes romance, but I doubt Arthur’s journal is sunshine and rainbows. It’s a way to express yourself, I guess.”

“I never took you for the creative sort,” Molly commented in some mild amusement, which made you huff.

“I just think I’m overcompensating for the fact that I don’t have a creative bone in my body.”

“Well…I don’t think many people have encouraged my poetry in a long while,” Molly admitted after a few moments, “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you said with a nod, glancing down at the tips of your shoes, “You deserve to have people supporting you.”

“You…always do that,” Molly said after another pause, which had you glancing back toward her, “Since we’ve met. You go out of your way to lift my spirits. I know I don’t appreciate that enough.”

“I just…” you started, squeezing your hands together, “I want to help. I like you–your company. I think you deserve better than a passing greeting or…” Dutch, you wanted to say. You deserve better than Dutch. “I know you appreciate it. You don’t have to say it.”

“…Why me?” Molly asked, the question taking you a little off guard. “You’re friendly with others, but you go out of your way for me…”

“I…It’s…” you said, trying not to stammer as you could feel your heart in your throat, “I mean…you have to know by now, right? I appreciate your company and friendship a lot, and I shouldn’t even say anything more, but…I’m sweet on you.”

“You’re sweet on me?” Molly asked, her tone not quite as shocked and put-off as you had been expecting. “That…makes sense, I just never thought…”

“You don’t have to say or do anything,” you said, meeting her gaze with your serious one, “I just know that you deserve better than Dutch. I know you love him, but I’d hate to see you chasing after someone who isn’t there anymore. The idea of him, at least. I don’t want to say I’d be the one who would be better for you, but…I just think you deserve better than to be brushed off and ignored. Certainly better than being condescended to and yelled at.”

Your gaze had dropped as you spoke, feeling like you were saying too much and should stop while you were ahead. Yet, it was all true. You knew you had felt some sort of way toward her for a while now, and to see her and Dutch had taken on a particular sting. Especially with how things had been lately. Still, it wasn’t your place. You were expecting to be told off or something along those lines, and you’d understand that.

So, you were surprised when she leaned into you, her head resting against your shoulder as she wrapped her arms around your middle. You returned the embrace, holding onto her as she didn’t say anything. You knew it was a lot to take in, and you were concerned that you had ruined things, but this reaction was a bit of a relief. You rubbed your hand over her shoulder lightly in a small, soothing gesture.

“Regardless of how you feel about this now or later, I just wanted you to hear that from somebody,” you muttered, Molly nodding before she pulled back somewhat.

It looked like she might say something for a few moments, but instead she just reached out for your arm again as she leaned her head against your shoulder. You sighed, turning your head and pressed a small kiss to her hairline before pulling back to look across the clearing where some rabbits had returned to graze.

“I know,” you muttered.

[harryforvogue]

Part One | Chapter Five: From Eden

Hyde Park, London, England

March 1916

"Hey."

The distant voice reaches my ears along with the crunch of the leaves under heavy approaching footsteps. The end of the chapter is near and I won't allow myself to be distracted until I finish it. Not bothering to pick up my pace, I continue calmly reading, waiting for the person calling me to come closer. In the back of my head, I am aware of who it is, because only one person addresses me as just "hey", and that person is not a matter of importance to me up against my book, so I deliberately do not look up.

The voice rings out again, a thick accent. My shoulders drop in resignation as it dawns on me that he's not going to leave me alone as he's never been one to drop a subject in the past. The young man comes closer until he's blocking the sunlight I rely on. I look up at the shadow looming over my sitting figure, shielding the sun with his body. I hold a hand over my forehead, eyes squinted as I look at his darkened face in the shade.

Harry stands over me in his usual business attire that he wears when helping his stepfather at his shop in the city, his hands in his pockets. "If I may have a word with you."

Returning my attention to the book, I flip the page nonchalantly. "Speak."

"Your return to the house is requested. It's almost lunch time."

"And they've sent you to get me?"

"Well, the park is on my way back. Why can't you just sit on the bench instead of getting your dress dirty?"

I check the benches, the wood ruined by the sun. "I'm not too fond of getting sunburnt."

"I see." Harry adjusts his pants and crouches in front of me. He watches me for a second before lunging and taking the book from my hands and holding it in the air out of my reach. I scowl and try to grab it, but he moves to sit beside me, his back against the willow tree I'm under. "It's not even in English."

"English is not my first language," I protest sarcastically, reaching for the book, but he twists his body away. "Give it back!"

"How can you sit here?" he asks mildly, still flipping through the pages. "My ass would hurt after a while. You're sitting on tree roots anyways."

"Give my book back!"

He closes it and tucks it into his jacket pocket. Curse the stupid book for being so small. "It's lunchtime."

"I told your sister I would be out for a while. She's not expecting me back for lunch."

Harry frowns, green eyes transparent under the harsh glare of sunlight. "My mother will have my head if you're not fed."

"That's not my problem."

The corner of his mouth lifts up. "Oh, is it not? I've been thinking about this for a while, how you probably enjoy it when I'm scolded because of you."

"Is this your final hypothesis?"

He nods proudly. "It is. Tell me, do you enjoy hearing me get yelled at because it's happened more times than I can count since you've started living with us again. I can always tell my mother that you prefer to sleep under this tree and then maybe you'll finally leave us alone." Harry rests his head back on the tree truck, waiting for an answer. Now that the sun is out of his eyes, it streams over his pale, smoothly shaved skin, highlighting the summer freckles that weren't there in the winter.

After the final semester, I moved back in with Thea as the girls' dormitories became unavailable for the summer. As I wait for a job to become available in the fall, I have taken Harry's room once more. Returning to France does not seem like an option as I've become familiar with England and prefer it over my homeland. The busy city of London and exciting people has persuaded me to stay. France, to me, reminds me of the dull memories in my life in which I'd be subjected to living in a cold house with the lack of interaction from my family. Thousands of miles from them now, I am more in communication with them now than I was before arriving in England for school. Thea has kindly allowed me to stay in her house for the summer as we both wait for jobs to open and earn enough money to find a place of our own.

Harry is finished with his education, having graduated a semester before me, and repeatedly likes to remind me how I have taken control of his room.

I'm unsure how to approach Harry's friendship, if I can even call it that. Vastly different from his sister, conversations with him always seem anything but real and I often find myself staring at him, wondering if he's even comprehending my words. I haven't seen him in the months I was at school, but returning has reminded me of his fickle personality. One moment, he's complaining about something unimportant and the next moment, he's making fun of me for things such as reading under a tree in the park on a summer's day.

Most of the time, his words aren't scathing as they are playful, and that's why I respond to him. If it were anyone else, I wouldn't give them the time of day.

Harry's eyes crinkle as he smiles at me, nudging his shoulder with mine. "I'm kidding."

"I know," I reply. "You don't really want me to leave because I'm your only friend."

My response causes his eyebrows to rise even more. He laughs. "My only friend? That's rich coming from you considering my sister is your only friend."

"It's the language barrier. I don't know how to speak to anyone else," I say dismissively.

"Sure it is."

"I'm also from a different country, in case you've forgotten. You have no excuse. Make some friends and leave me alone, will you?"

Harry's grinning now. "You get riled up so easily. With that little scowl on your face. Really fills me with pleasure."

"You," I say with annoyance, "are incredibly irritating."

"Aren't I?" he beams, standing up. "Come on. I know you're hungry. Let's go."

Harry holds his hand out, waiting for me to take it, but I bat it away, standing up by myself, wiping my hands on my dress. We walk side by side in silence, though I know from a mere glance at his face that he's trying to come up with something witty to say. I wait for it patiently, taking the time to come up with a good comeback as well.

Harry's company is better than no company, though I'd prefer it even if it weren't my last option. On most days, I don't see him as he spends almost all day at his stepfather's printing shop, but he's always there at dinner, kicking me under the table or stepping on my foot, passing it off as an accident, making remarks that would make an average person want to commit a crime. Harry, though he's annoying, makes me smile and makes me want to converse passionately with him. I find that arguing with him is a fun pastime and I look forward to our banter whenever I catch a fleeting glimpse of him in the kitchen right before he leaves, or when I arrive home from the cafe at the same time as him and he lets me enter with an open, gentleman-like gesture though he's anything but a gentleman.

Our shoulders briefly brush against each other again. We're almost back at his home when he speaks again. "I wanted to ask you something."

I gave him a look. "No, you can't have your room back. Look, I've bargained with your mother so many times. She just thinks I'm more deserving of the larger bed. It's not my fault you're so big."

A dimple indents his cheek and his curls fly as he shakes his head. "No, that's not it. Though I must say thank you for trying to help me out."

I shrug. "What is it then?"

Suddenly aware of how close we are to his house, he slows down and waits for my steps to lessen as well. I curiously peer at him, his eyes darker and pink mouth pursed. He smooths his hair back with a quick hand. I'm always jealous of how his curls hold and how mine refuse to despite the hours I put into maintaining them.

I violently remember the kiss he laid on my mouth on New Years.

Harry begins to fidget, suddenly terribly uncomfortable. The matter seems to be quite serious so I match my pace with his and wait for him to begin speaking. I stop walking when he reaches out and grabs my elbow. "It's bad," he tells me gravely.

My stomach drops. "What? Is it serious?"

"It's an issue of the heart," he says.

Perplexed, I urge, "Are you sick?

"Yes."

"Why do you sound like you're dying?"

"I might be."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It's my health. It's declining. I need to know something or I may drop dead."

My heart thunders in my chest, suddenly alarmed by his quiet, somber tone.

"Oh God," I whisper. "Tell me."

He's never been this serious, not a trace of a smile on his face or a flicker of humor in his transparent otherwise mischievous green eyes. Whatever is bothering him must be extremely anxiety-inducing. Perhaps he's actually dying and needs me to speak at his funeral, or be the one to break the news to Thea who is unable to handle any kind of disastrous news. What could it be? A recent flu has been taking people out every single day, but Harry boasts about his good lungs and sinus on the daily when he sees me sneezing due to my pollen allergies. Could he be wounded? If it's a matter of a vital organ, like his heart as he said, there's no cure outside of surgery. I imagine Harry laying on the operating table, doctors looming over him with determination on their face. I shudder and shake my head to remove the image from my thoughts.

"Ready?"

I nod firmly. "I'm ready. Tell me."

He blinks and lets his shoulders drop. "I want to take you out. When I have time of course, but I wanted to know your answer so I can make plans."

I glance down at his hand holding my elbow tightly and then back at his stern face. Anger runs through my veins as I tear my arm away and smack his shoulder, hard. "Putain de merde. You said you were dying!"

"Well, I may as well be if you reject me," he argues, crossing his arms. To my horror, I realize he's still being serious.

"I hope you have never asked a woman out because this counts as guilt tripping!"

"It's only guilt tripping if it works."

"God!" I growl. I step forward and open the flap of his jacket, snatching my book away. Then, I turn around and begin walking away from him. "I can't believe you."

Harry's heavy footsteps follow me. "You didn't even give me an answer!" he demands. "Annaliese!"

I whirl around and thrust the edge of my book into his chest. "If you asked like a normal person, you would have had an answer by now!"

This seems to break Harry out of his trance, eyes lighting up.  "You haven't said no. Is that a yes then?"

"Did you hear me say yes?"

"Damn, you're annoying." He runs a hand through his thick hair.

My face is red. A couple on the street turns to curiously watch the scene unfold. "I'm annoying? You just convinced me you're dying to get a date out of me!"

Harry purses his lips and considers this. "Well," he finally says, grinning, "did it work?"

"No!"

Before I can walk away, he grabs my elbow and tugs me back. "Alright, you feisty woman. I'm sorry. How can I ask you out without embarrassing myself? I thought it was clever, but I'll ask in plain terms. Go out with me."

"You're not asking, you're demanding! God, why can't you just be a gentleman for once in your life?"

"You ask for so much, don't you? Will you go out with me or not?"

I watch his expression carefully, searching for a hint of sarcasm. "Fine," I growl, breaking my arm from his grasp. "But no more pulling on me like a child or else."

Harry smiles. "Or else what?"

I look at him up and down. "Or I'll tell your mother."

He begins walking again and I follow him. "Wow that really frightens me," he says plainly.

"It should."

***

Harry ends up taking me to dinner the following weekend, dressed very nicely in his suit, his white shirt matching my flowing white dress. I'd be lying if I didn't find it immensely odd to be holding the hand of something I'd grown close to after such a rocky start, his fingers slotted between mine, his hand frequently against my back, protectively weaving me in and out of the crowds on this particular warm spring night.

Though my hair is tied back with a ribbon, the wind keeps whipping it into my face, causing me to have to release his hand and redo the braid, and after the third time, Harry tightens his hand around mine so I can't fix my hair, giving me a pointed look that says "leave it."

We're at a restaurant called "La Plage." One look at it makes me crouch over and laugh while Harry tucks a hand into his pocket and watches me confusedly.

"A French restaurant?" I laugh, wiping the corners of my eyes. "You're taking me here?"

"Well, I thought you'd be most familiar with it," Harry says, ears pink. "Do you wish to go somewhere else?" He looks around at the empty street.

"No no!" I insist, reaching for his hand, dragging him to the front. "Let's stay."

Not only am I out to ridicule Harry for his decision, but the universe is too, as the restaurant is locked with a sign that says "CLOSED" in big letters on the front. I see the familiar tic in Harry's jaw and fire in his eyes when he reads the sign. He turns away and sighs.

"Nothing is going right tonight."

I lace my fingers with his and laugh, pulling him away from the restaurant. "Let's go somewhere else. We'll walk for a bit though."

"I'm sorry," he says, beginning to walk down the dimly lit street. Small lanterns hang around the street lamps, doing little to properly illuminate the place. The cobblestone of this street, however, is nicely made, perhaps even fresh. I imagine riding my bike here at a time like this where there's nobody but us. "I should have suspected when there was no crowd. It's a pretty popular place."

"It's okay," I tell him sincerely. "I really don't mind where we go. Maybe this is God's punishment for trying to guilt trip me into going on a date with you."

Harry bites away his smile. "Are you religious, Annaliese?"

"Oh, not at all."

"Why not?"

"Well, I've never felt much importance on the matter. My parents are religious, but I don't see why. I mean, there are a lot of things that happen that I believe God would have prevented from happening. Are you religious? Am I offending you?"

Harry shakes his head, his neatly combed curls coming loose with every step. "I'm the farthest thing from religious, don't worry. I just like hearing thoughts about it. Religion itself is very interesting. Practicing, to me, is not." He slants me a look through his curls. "Most people I know are very religious. And they're different religions too. I can't see myself ever being like that."

"Me neither," I nod in agreement. "But, I don't blame people for finding that safe space. If they want to put their trust in something they believe in, then as long as they don't bother me for not doing the same, I don't think there should be much emphasis put on our differences."

I look down at our shadows, Harry's taller than mine by a few inches. His steps are larger than mine, but I'm doing well to keep up. We're strolling, hands clasped together, swinging them occasionally.

Harry is the next one to speak, a few moments later. "How long will you be staying in London?"

"Until August. I haven't seen my parents in a while and they'd like to see me for my birthday."

Harry nods. "Your birthday is in August? How old will you be turning?"

"22."

"Wow you're young."

I pull back and glance at him. "Aren't you 22 also?"

"Yes," he laughs. "We're both very young, aren't we?"

"We're adults," I point out.

"Yes, we are. But mentally, I don't think we're anything but kids still. Sometimes," he says, leaning in to whisper in my ear, "I'm still afraid of the dark."

"You must be in hell walking down this street then," I reply teasingly, squeezing his hand. I feel the ring he wears on his middle finger cuts into my skin, but don't say anything.

"I would be," he answers, pursing his lips, "if you weren't here with me."

I have been on dates before, but they've never quite felt like this one. The sound of his deep voice makes my heart race, and when he says things like that, even in passing, my heart threatens to stop altogether. I'm thankful it's dark so he can't see the scarlet flush on my face, and I put a curtain of hair between us, demanding the blush to go away.

"Sorry," Harry chuckles quietly, standing back straight. "I don't mean to make things awkward."

I pick my head up and shake it. "No! No, you don't make it awkward." His eyes twinkle in the barely there light. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Well, it's not really a question. More like a statement, if you will."

"Tell me, Annaliese."

When I'm with Harry, I don't feel weak. I feel like I have the advantage in these conversations even if I'm battling with him and losing the fight. When he says hurtful things to me as a joke, I don't want to cower and wait for him to stop talking so I can stop hurting. No, I want to say things back to him, plant my foot down and raise my voice. The best thing is that Harry reciprocates and argues back. And I do love it very much when he argues with me.

"I haven't stopped thinking about the way you kissed me on New Years. When you took me to my room. I've never been kissed like that," I admit, looking down the endless road in front of us. "It was really nice, Harry."

Instead of replying, Harry stops walking in front of a street lamp and when I glance back at him, ready to make amends if I've made anything awkward, he pulls me to him quickly and presses me to the pole.

There's nobody on the street, but I wouldn't even care if there were. Harry's mouth is warm on mine, his hands on my waist, pulling me tight against his firm chest, hips angled perfectly with my hips. And then, suddenly, his hands are in my hair, and his mouth is off mine, now pressed to my cheek, holding my head in place as he plants audible kisses to my face.

"I haven't," he whispers in the midst of kissing my cheek, "stop thinking of it either. I didn't know how you felt about it since we never really talked about it. I didn't... I didn't want you to think I was kissing you because I was drunk."

I realize my arms are on his shoulders and I push myself off the pole to take his mouth again, kissing him repeatedly to give him my answer.

"To be fair," I whisper, "I did consider for some time that you were just drunk."

"I wasn't," he answers honestly, softly kissing my throat. "God, I haven't stopped thinking about that night."

I breathe out a laugh, burying my own fingers in his hair when he kisses me again.

"Do you think this will make Thea upset?" I ask him, gazing up at his startling green eyes. His hair is ruined now thanks to my wandering hands.

Harry smiles. "I don't care," he tells me, leaning down to kiss me again with his now swollen lips. "And you shouldn't either."

At that moment, I don't care at all. I'm in Harry's arms after months of dreaming about it. I don't know anyone named Thea when he kisses me. I barely have any memories except for these kisses we share. I kiss him and kiss him and hold him tight.

That's when I decide I'm going to stay with him.