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beastszai · 9 months ago

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✦ Dazai and Chuuya childhood headcanons (2/2) ✦

part 1

!!! THIS POST CONTAINS STORMBRINGER SPOILERS !!!

♫ Orchard - OMORI

✧ warnings : STORMBRINGER SPOILERS・mentions of s*icide, death, hospitalization, alcoholism, etc.・angst・pure angst…・ooc (???)

✧ a/n : got way too long im sorr… but I love chuuya so much and all these headcanons have been eating dust in the back of my head and im so happy (lie) to finally post them

w/c : 950

!!! these are just personal headcanons and are not accurate to the canon story !!!

✦ Chuuya :

Chuuya’s parents weren’t blessed with a child even after years of marriage…

…So when he was born, they were so happy that they celebrated 3 days and nights (like the real Chuuya Nakahara !!)

Such a sweet boy… very polite and a tiny bit shy

He actually had an amazing bond with both his parents

And they loved him a lot, too!

How mini Chuuya would help his mom around the house, how he would randomly tell her that he loves her :,^)

Chuuya was probably interested in his father’s work (military doctor, like the real Chuuya’s father!!)

AUGHH he would peek at his dad working with those big blue curious eyes

Also, unlike Dazai, I headcanon that Chuuya has siblings!

2 little sisters!!

When his first little sister was born, he was probably around 3 or 4

Was quick to grow attached to his sister

And when his second sister came around, he was around 7

Was very overprotective of his sisters, and had a big soft spot for them

Would piggyback carry their younger sister every morning to school while holding his other sisters hand

Brilliant kid

Adored by absolutely everyone and everything

Chuuya and the family dinners with the rest of the Nakahara family SIGHHH

His mom always worried about him not eating enough (even though he did.)

His dad developed this hobby and habit of checking Chuuya and his sisters’ heights and mark them on the wall

Chuuya wasn’t the happiest when he figured that his younger sister was nearly the same height as him…

And regarding Stormbringer and how he was put in a lab…

Ohhh how his mom was losing her mind over Chuuya’s father allowing such a thing

His family kind of… grew distant and fell apart from then on

Constant arguing between his parents while he was in the lab… how his sister would cover their younger sister’s ears each time they’d argue

She’d ask where Chuuya had gone every now and then, but it was like a forbidden topic in the house

His mom would either tear up or just lash out on his sister

And his dad would yell and cuss her out, saying things like “Goddammit stop asking stupid questions! He’s fine for god’s sake!!! Be patient and he’ll be back sooner than you think!!!”

Chuuya’s dad wasn’t very happy with the decision he made either

Regretting it like crazy and losing sleep, losing focus…

And once the news broke that their one and only son was dead (aka his clone… fuck stormbringer bro…)

His family was worse than ever before.

Chuuya’s dad cried… a lot. Fell into being an alcoholic for a long time

His sisters? Despite their young age and how they couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of death…

They were devastated. Completely had their hearts and souls shattered

But his mom… she was the worst out of them all

It broke her so much that she couldn’t even cry over her son’s death

She was left in a daze, unaware of her surroundings and just… in her own world

Though, once it registered in her mind? How she would scream and cry at odd hours of the night, begging for Chuuya…

She would push away anyone who would try to comfort her, hit them and curse them out, only wanting Chuuya

Even though Chuuya’s ‘death’ had sunk in and she understood it, she’d scream at everyone to get away from her and that ‘only Chuuya can come close to her’

S*icide attempts became a regular thing

…the amount of times Chuuya’s dad was called during work hours and just rushed home to stop his wife from taking her life…

His sister lost sleep and stopped being the top student at school because of how difficult everything had become

Their younger sister was a bit better, considering she was small

But it still hurt, she’d call Chuuya out of habit, just to remember that he was never gonna answer her calling out to him

His mom’s situation got so bad that she was hospitalized for years

And even now that the entire Nakahara family has accepted Chuuya’s ‘death’

His mom hasn’t. She’s doing a lot better than before getting hospitalized but…

She always seems to be spaced out. She doesn’t smile or laugh, and even when she does… it seems forced and it’s only for a brief moment

His mom doesn’t talk much, not to anyone

She often spends her time talking to framed pictures of Chuuya. She still cries every now and then, but tries to hide it…

And honestly? I think that Chuuya has considered going back to his family

He’s coincidentally seen his sisters and made sure they got home safely from school/work while watching from afar… then return to his own work

It scares him to go back, not only because of him putting their lives on the line for being a mafia executive

But also because he’s supposed to be ‘dead’. That’s what his family believed and has learned to live with…

So if he were to show up at his childhood home, he’d make them confused

And he can’t even imagine how they would react if he were to go back

So Chuuya just watches over them from a distance…

But maybe, just maybe one day he’ll gather up the courage and listen to the voice in his head telling him to go back

That day won’t be anytime soon, not now. He can’t go back until he’s sure the time is right for him to do so.

Until then, Chuuya just prays that they’ll stay safe and alive…

That’s when he can return to his family, his home…

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raeinyourdreams · 23 days ago

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... 💌: (another) wip wednesday!

let's ignore that it's thursday night (again!!) but i'm done with finals!! so hopefully i'll post something soon :> tysm for the tag again @sceletaflores <3 angst under the cut

- 'birds of a feather'

this is actually my first request ever! i'm so excited to get it out, it's taking longer than expected because i want it to be perfect aughh. 😖

basically, reader was married to logan (in dp3 universe) and was also laura's foster mother. in worst!logan's universe, reader was a friend who he had feelings for (and so did she!! love mutual pining), but then she died along with the other x-men. they meet again in this universe and try to remain friends to honor the other person's respective death, but who's gonna stop them from waltzing back into rekindled flames? ... no that's not loml by taylor swift.....

It hit you harder than a freight train.

You never expected it. You knew it was bound to happen, but not like this. Oh god, not like this.

It was a giver - though you didn’t wanna believe it, for the longest time - when Laura arrived to North Dakota to meet you, who had gone separately to secure a spot for her, and him, your family, and even though the sight of the girl being finally home safe brought you comfort, the pit in your stomach grew with the fact that Logan wasn’t in sight.

It absolutely broke your heart, you knew what was coming, your husband wasn’t the same man from before, he scarred and healed in more time, like a human. Too entwined in the hope of getting to the Eden safe, find a place for it to happen in peace. You thought you still had more time.

Laura looked at you shocked, face puffy and red as she stood by your door. She’d been crying, it was obvious. In this light, it was like momentarily, you forgot every killing machine, “better version of logan” aspect of her essence, and took her for what she still was at the end of the day: A little girl, a little girl who had just lost her dad.

Her gaze makes your heart drop. You dread the question, but it still slips out in a brittle whisper.

“.. ¿Dónde está tu papá?” That enough is to make Laura’s face twist again in agony, as if she had been the one impaled.

She’s only able to mutter a faint “Ma-” before her voice is cut off by the sobs ripping through her throat, her little shoulders shaking as she sobs. You run to hold her, soothe her for as long as she needs, but nothing comes out of you, it hasn’t hit you yet.

She hands you a ring, his ring, it was made of adamantium, as was yours, a vow of his love to you, the smallest action to him that meant the world to you. He gave you his bones to wear, he’d give you his skin to wear if it meant you didn’t have to bear the cold.

He loved you so much.

Which is why you knew he’d never take it off.

that's all i'm working on for now 😭 expect this soon and an increase on.. *rustling of papers, adjusting glasses* ... simon riley fanfiction? jesus, what year is it? 2022? (jk i will always be down bad for this brit)

yeah.... bring back cod men babygirlification.

no pressure tags: @loganhowlettshousewife @buck-star @silverskyeline @dilf-docs <33

#logan howlett x reader #logan howlett #logan howlett smut #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x you #logan wolverine #worst!logan x reader #worst wolverine #old man!logan #old man!logan x reader

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hdra77 · 15 days ago

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As a feng-sibs fan I must know- is Fuxi's fate at all affected by yi's state? Do they still fight at all given the whole infection situation? I noticed in one of ur previous posts that you said "7 sols down" for about when he maybe starts getting a bit more cognizant... I'm curious about if the last two end up being eigong, kuafu or nuwa at that point? Ji?

OKAY i gotta tell you,, this part made me go FERAL because AUGHH,, YI GETS TO ENCOUNTER THE OTHER MUTANTS,,,,AND IM JUST🥺🥺🥺YII EUEUGRH NOOO 😭 okok before i explain about Yi and Fuxi first i'll be talking about Yi's perspective (also it's going to be related to the question i promise) i did mention before that Yi sees his surroundings differently compared to what it actually is in reality. and when he ventures deeper into the empyrean district he sees solarians just strolling about, looking at him in curiosity

but in reality..yes. you can probably get the picture now. the mutants are docile around him because they see him as part of their family. and it was only that moment when Yi starts to notice that something seems off about his kind, looking at him but not saying anything. so back to fuxi!! now that you know what Yi sees you can probably tell what fuxi looks in his pov !! 😁 i still haven't really made it this far to the story writing so there would be lots of parts that would be changed or added but.. so far i can only imagine a scenario of Yi experiencing existential dread as he slowly comes into a realization of what he actually is and fuxi just silently studies him and then reassures him that everything's going to be okay (now i wouldn't say this will be canon in the final cut but !! let me think of some gut wrenching and heart crushing scenes ok) also i do have this one idea of Yi managing to somewhat have control over fuxi at some point with the power of sheer vengeance and hivemind and it ends with him lashing out at nuwa instead but shhh im still thinking if that would make any sense in the lore like at all. most likely will change?

also this additional shitpost LMAO oh and as for the 7 sols down 😁😁😁😁😁😁 um 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁sniles sneetly

#also that design of Yi post-empyrean is NOT the final design yet #like i have some ideas cooking for that i just gotta use a more simpler one for simplicity's sake #but he would look very very very fucked up #sorry Yi #asks #nine sols metamorphosis au #nine sols au #nine sols spoilers #nine sols yi #nine sols fuxi #EDIT WHY DID I MAKE HIM STARE INTO THE CAMERA LIKE THAT OHMYGOD HE JUMPSCARED ME

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arrowheadedbitch · 7 months ago

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Okay everyone, get ready for a long as hell post.

Tw, suicide attempt, suicide, suicide talk

This is my really indepth Shawn hc that is more of just straight up a story at this point

So STRAP IN!

Okay, so during the ten years, at some point Shawn is super duper depressed. He's not going well at all. He's thinking of offing himself, and he has it all planned out. But, he calls his dad first, in hopes that despite their rocky relationship his dad will talk him out of it. But, as soon as his dad picks up the phone...well, you know Henry, he assumes the worst. So Henry is already yelling at him, why are you calling, what do you need now, blah blah blah, so shawn hangs up on him without ever getting a word in edgewise, he never gets to tell him why he called, and now it's just confirmed to him that he should end it and he's feeling a little spiteful too, so he downs a bottle of painkillers, one of the ones with the candy coating, yknow? He only survives bc he didn't care to lock his apartment door and one of the random girls he's always hooking up with came by to get something she accidentally left there, he doesn't answer but the door isn't locked so she thinks she'll just slip in an get her stuff, but instead she finds shawn and gets him an ambulance. After Shawn gets better, he either manages to charisma his way into convincing the doctors that it wasn't *really* a suicide attempt and gets realesed or does his regular sneaky shit and escapes and dips town so he doesn't have to do any therapy or go to grippy sock jail.

To this day, Henry doesn't know, GUS doesn't know, NO ONE KNOWS, *shawn tells NO ONE*

And he can't take advil anymore, can't stand the candy coating.

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Hear me out, him accidentally letting it slip during a big argument with Henry

I'm thinking Shawn says something that alludes to what happened during the argument without out right saying it so Henry gets to be more confused than angry as Shawn realizes what he almost reveals and completely shuts down refisung to elaborate

I'm imaging that scene in modern family where Alex accidentally mentions to her dad that she did stuff she wasn't supposed to as a teen and slowly backs out of the room

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And I could go on a whole rant about the candy coated painkillers, and I will!

The idea of picking something that's supposed to be sweet, that is supposed to go down easier

Because that's kind of the whole point of candy coating, and Advil tastes good as hell, I don't care what anybody says

He chose something that would be sweet and go down easy for his final moments

But it ended up sickly sweet

And it still got stuck in his throat

And it burnt on the way down

He started out tasting good (there's a reason Advils child lock game is so good) but it ended up tasting awful and burning

The burn and pain contrasted with how he thought he would go out

(Maybe even a perfect metaphor for his relationship with his father too....)

The taste is stuck in his mouth forever, a taste he can never forget

The sickly sweet burn of a whole bottle of candy coated painkillers

And even just the term "Candy Coated Painkillers" feels kind of perfect for Shawn, like aiygjvifjtjejjdksndh

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Also the fact that he never tells Gus? AUGHH hits me right in the heart

He doesn't call his mom or his best friend, he doesn't tell them, they wouldn't even know until after he was long gone

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Maybe Lassie finds out at some point, finally switching gears from looking for something in his criminal record to checking his medical history

Or as a favor for Juliet (thank you Sid/@obsidiancreates ) to find out the truth about a scar he won't tell her about

Lassie doesn't tell anyone, but he does switch out Juliet's stash of Advil for Tylenol, no candy coating.

Shawn finds out he knows because he gets protective of all the new suicide cases in a completely different way than before

Shawn has to tell him to tone it down before Gus starts getting suspicious

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And then of course, there's the major angst potential of an AU where Shawn /does/ die

Especially if told from Henry's perspective...

Especially if all of Psych is just Henry imagining what could have been if Shawn didn't die......

But that's all for now!

Enjoy, angst lovers!

[Thanks to @obsidiancreates and @mores0 for talking with me about this AT LENGTH in the Psych discord :)]

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chochomin · 5 months ago

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snowfall (toji x fem! oc)

minors dni! cw/tags: smut with plot, piv, megumi doesnt exist yet, angst with post angst fluff, height difference, pet names (princess, brat, doll, pretty girl) loss of virginity, love bombing, and violence AN: this made me get carpel tunnel lmao i hate my computer character disc: Umeko Koizumi "the plum blossom sorcerer" known for her curse reversal healing technique and beautiful domain expansion causing those trapped in to violently choke on pollen and flowers. She is 149cm or 4'8, hip length plum shade hair; with a plum blossom hairpin accompanying her lengths, she has cloudy grey eyes with long dark eyelashes with a look of graceful sorrow, she wields a katana.

"special grade sorcerer huh? Bring it on, princess."

the trip began as Umeko had gotten commissioned on a mission in Okinawa to defeat a grotesque curse that took the appearance of a living mass, a tumor of abomination, the mass would scream and birth out different living things of the biome. Yes, it was a curse, but it was quite odd seeing tropical fish in the snowy weather. with one final blow, the curse dissipated into dark smoke.

"mmmphh..why did they even commission me..?" Umeko sighed sheathing her sword to then start going on a soothing walking the gorgeous scenery..silence..for once.

Umeko was always a people pleaser but only did it to protect the innocent. it broke her heart to see people die. Lost in thought, now caught off guard by a deep calloused laugh, she unsheathed the ages old cursed weapon.

"special grade sorcerer, huh? bring it on, princess." it was no other than Toji Zen'in, 'The Sorcerer Killer' "i heard things about you, Zen'in," her breath fogged in the cold air "oh please, just call me Toji. it doesnt matter since youll be dead soon." another chuckle before their weapons clash "oh dont be so confident." she kicked and spun around him "cursed technique: petal swarm!" umeko yelled jumping high into a tree with the blossoms swarming Toji in the mauve delicate blooms, "brat!" he husked before a clink of a chain captured the branch she was attacking from then falling into his grasp, fast. Umeko didnt try to escape, her arms still free. "domain expansion: fall of blossom" the scenery around them turning into a pristine landscape of plum trees and pagodas, Toji fell to his knees choking on the petals and pollen that fell before him "my domain is to make my opponent suffocate on the blossoms that grow and to make my allies heal from their injuries-" Toji crawled up and slashed his weapon across her face then impaling her kidney "thats..aughh..what..cunts like..oughh you get" blood and petals he spat onto her as she started to scream in pure agony watching her guts and blood spill onto the snow "..cur..cursed..reversal..technique..everlasting beauty,," she held onto the shredded fabric as her wounds healed "you're going to pretend like you don't know me, Umeko, and try to fight me like a silly little curse." he spat onto the sorcerer's almost revealed chest, her kimono shred to rags. "Its been a long time and you tell me to bring it on like im some long term rival?" warm tears stung her freezing cheeks as the snow started to fall harder.

umeko fell to the ground sobbing and begging forgiveness "toji..." she looked into his viridescent eyes with her snowy ones full of tears. "spit it out." he stared down at her "tell me youre proud and..that you didnt want to kill me..and that..you love me back" she hiccuped and shivered. Toji picked her up and wrapped his haori around her befor kissing her frozen lips

"i love you, but i hate you for leaving."

Placed on the bed undressed, her hairpin pulled out, her waves falling onto the silk sheets, harsh aggressive but gentle and loving kisses all over her body made her gasp and whimper her lovers name "toji..gentleplea..se" he left love bites across her collarbone making her squirm "let me indulge in you." the fire cracked and small licks were made to her untouched folds, his large calloused hands spread her full plump thighs apart. "not a chance" he breathed harshly out of his nose and lapped her sensitive pearl like he hadnt eaten in days. "toji,,toji..imclose.." she breathed before shrieking as one of his thick fingers entered her, ruining the rhythm making the knot dissipate. "feels good? dont it?" he teased as she swept her bangs from her brows to embarrassingly cover her face. "mmm don't hide your face, pretty girl" he frowned removing his fingers to move her hands "wha,,nooo" she blubbered before getting stretched with an unfamiliar feeling. he was heavy in her, pressing her down into a mating press. she felt like she was dying. toji held onto the window ceil above and stared down on the flustered mess that was umeko, she released sounds of bliss as his length plummeted in and out of her, shaking her cherry wood bed which she was begging him to be careful not to break but he promised no promises. "is it okay..if i cum inside of you?" toji grunted, his hips rutting then getting eager pleads for him to. Toji growled biting deep onto umekos full breast making her scream and release around him for his to eventually paint her insides.

the night seemed endless they both ravenous for each other but umeko would fall into toji's embrace at the end of the night "i love you and i dont want to leave your side," he vowed kissing her gently

The snow fell and blood trickled down his weapon, the sorcerer gone like the rest. but this time it wasnt out of hate or malice but because she had gotten struck with disease,,

#jjk x reader #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji smut #toji x oc

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ashbrat488 · 8 months ago

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Candy - Chapter 21

Word Count: 1281

Smut, pure smut...

MINORS DNI

Cassidy giggled softly, taking a step into the room and setting her purse on the dresser. She approached him where he sat with his crisp white shirt loose at the top, and placed her arms around his neck. "Hi there."

August tipped his chin up toward her, his hands trailing up the backs of her thighs to pull her closer. "Kiss me, doll," he uttered, his tone more defeated and desperate than commanding.

She obliged, cradling his face in her hands, leaning down to press her mouth to his. Their kiss deepened as August untied her wrap dress, displaying her strapless red corset-like bra and matching panties for him. She smiled as his eyes dragged slowly down her body, his hands coming up to her stomach and over her breasts to her shoulders where he slid the dress off her body. "Do you like it?"

August smiled, delicately lifting the heart pendant of the necklace he gifted her. "You put it back on finally. Leave it around your neck where it belongs."

"Or what?" She pressed teasingly as he stood up and she took a step back.

He didn't say anything, only placed his palm on her chest, forcing her to take another step back. "On your knees, Doll. Take off your bra and place your hands behind your back."

She swallowed hard, heat coursing through her as he shifted from August, into his 'Sir' role. "Yes sir," she replied excitedly, kneeling in front of him. After removing her bra and tossing it to the side, she placed her arms behind her back, her chest presenting to August as her nipples hardened.

"Good girl..." He began to undress slowly, watching her watch him, squirming slightly in her spot as he did. "I've missed you," he admitted softly as he watched her bite the corner of her lip. He brought his thumb up to her lower lip, stroking his thumb along it before dragging it down and forcing her mouth open.

She darted her tongue out teasingly over his thumb, pulling it into her mouth as she kept her eyes on his. She moaned softly, sucking on his thumb as he snapped his mouth shut, his jaw clenching tightly.

"Tut tut." He pulled his thumb away and dropped his underwear to the ground. He watched her eyes fall to his cock as he gave it a few strokes, approaching her face. He placed his hand on the top of her head as her mouth fell open, tongue out for him. "Are you ready? Keep your arms behind your back."

Before she can respond, she feels his cock on her tongue and she happily laps up the precum already dripping from the tip.

He groans softly, wrapping his hand around the back of her head to guide her as she licks and sucks his cock hungrily. "Ah, fuck...yes..."

Cassidy was completely focused on pleasing August. Every sound he made was enough to drive her wild, and when he thrust his hips forward to slam his cock into her mouth, Cassidy gasped. His pace increased, pulling away briefly and returning with an even harder force. He repeated this several times, each time grunting slightly as his cock entered her mouth, driving her deeper into ecstasy.

"Fuck, yeah, baby!"

With each thrust, she felt his cock against the roof of her mouth, tasting precum from his cock as it coated her tongue. Each thrust elicited a gasp from her throat, loud enough for August to hear her. She felt his cock swell slightly in her mouth as he muttered in coherent expletives above her.

"Doll, you're such a good little slut..."

Suddenly, he withdrew his cock from her mouth, breathing heavily, and slammed it back into her forcefully, causing her to gag slightly.

"Aughh! Shit!" After a few more rapid thrusts, he slowed down, withdrawing from her again, leaving her panting. "On the bed, panties off, ass in the air."

Cassidy scrambled to her feet, dropping her panties to the ground quickly before slipping out of her shoes. She positioned herself in the middle of the bed, ass in the air, legs spread, head down resting on her arms.

"Good girl," he beamed, staring at her. "And such a pretty fucking sight. You really got into position quickly, didn't you? You're desperate for me, aren't you, Doll?"

"Yes, sir," she whimpered, feeling the bed dip as he climbed onto the bed behind her. She couldn't see behind her, but felt his hands grip her ass hard, spreading her open wide before she felt his tongue.

August dragged his tongue from her clit to her asshole, moaning against her as he heard her gasp. "I've been dreaming about your taste for too long. Still so fucking sweet."

He proceeded to give her pussy and asshole equal treatment, licking and sucking everywhere. "Your pussy is so wet for me. I've missed it."

His tongue found her clit and began to lick, circling around it. His other hand rested at the small of her back, pushing her down as he licked her ass. She couldn't stop herself from arching her back, moaning loudly as his talented tongue caused her entire body to shake.

"Mmmmmm...shit, you're so fucking hot. Fuck, yes!"

August continued his relentless assault on her body, licking and biting her lips, cheeks, tits, her clit and asshole. All while she writhed uncontrollably, screaming out for more of him.

Finally, she felt the end approaching. She pushed back against him desperately, wanting him to let her come, but he continued, dragging his teeth lightly across her clit. His hands gripped her ass tighter as she screamed in frustration, almost having her orgasm right then and there. "Please, sir...please let me come!"

He paused for a moment, pausing to kiss her, holding her down as he whispered, "not yet."

As if in slow motion, he positioned himself between her legs, kissing her shoulder as he worked himself into her tight pussy. She felt his cock rub against her swollen clit, sliding easily into her pussy. "Oh my god, it's been so long..."

August fucked her roughly, not giving her any mercy as he plowed into her. He placed his hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her into the bed. He took his time, pushing all the way into her before pulling out to the tip and slamming into her once more. She bucked her hips wildly, trying to get more of him inside her, but he continued with the controlled pace.

The first few minutes of his pounding was fast, but after a minute or two, he began to slow down, eventually moving at a slower pace. Her eyes were locked on his as he moved in and out of her. Finally, he removed his hand from her back, allowing her to move freely as she wished. She moved with him, rocking her hips against him, fucking him back, enjoying the fullness of him inside her.

August was lost in the lust of the moment, watching her movements, admiring how beautifully she moved with him. Her body writhed under his, gripping him tightly as she shuddered with pleasure. She grabbed handfuls of the sheets beneath her as she came. Her body stiffened, bucking against him, making him lose control as well. He pounded into her relentlessly until she came again, filling her tight pussy with his cum. They both lay gasping, sweaty bodies entwined as they tried to catch their breath.

"Mmm...fuck, Doll...that was amazing," he managed to whisper.

"Yeah," she breathed heavily. "I've missed you."

"Oh, Doll..." He rolled onto his side to face her with a smile. "I fucking missed you so much." He grabbed her face in his hand, pressing a hard, bruising kiss to her mouth as she moaned happily in return. He released her to stand up, "wait here."

Chapter 22 - COMING SOON Candy

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vole-mon-amour · 1 year ago

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Johnny, feeling the relic attack coming before V: "Get ready."

V collapses to the ground: "Aughh... Johnny!"

"You ain't dying yet. I got you."

(some time later we wake up on the floor of some abandoned Pacifica hotel, with meds in our hand)

V, softly: "Johnny..."

Johnny:" Get up. Pacific a is beautiful in this time of day."

I've seen that interaction so many times, yet it still gets me. V looking for comfort from Johnny, Johnny taking over our body and getting us to where he felt most comfortable and safe. Where he wants and hopes to comfort us.

Gosh. He. Him.

Their relationship. Not to mention that it feels like at some moments it's like Johnny feels the attack even harder than V? Which makes me think of that moment in the Phantom Liberty trailer. Johnny is full on going through it with V, just like when they first got attacked and Johnny was so fucking scared.

V: "Almost flatlined by that attack."

Johnny: "Almost."

V: "You're right. The ocean is beautiful. Hard to take my eyes off it."

"C'mon. Wanted to show you something."

🥺🥺🥺 Right this moment, my heart beats for him. Not to mention the attack of Takemura and V, where Johnny literally almost screams at V with "eyes all three sixty! They're in the hallway, and we gotta get out!"

No but seriously. How find they are become of each other.

"Cool your chrome. If I wanted full control, I'd have takes it already, lots earlier."

THAT'S what I'm talking about. Sure, the first time Johnny takes control over V's body (speaking of, I'm surprised this didn't happen just yet? in my memory this happens so much faster, but we already met Hanako through a doll and Johnny only taken control when he felt the relic glitching like crazy, almost flatlining us), he completely messed it up with a new tattoo (but hey, V + Johnny? I ain't complaining. Johnny Silverhand himself wanted that tattoo on us), with tons of booze and smoking and wanting to bang some random people.

But.

He waits for that conversation to happen at least. He COULD have taken the control, but he did not.

There's no other way to say this so: not only I love Johnny and mostly play and replay this game for him, but I respect him as well. He's my kind of character.

And I won't even start on the dog tags and that Johnny wanted to show and give them to us. Something so important to him and we become just as close with him. That topic deserves its own post. My goodness, I'm in my feelings again. It's like I haven't played this part before, it gets me like the first time. It's what I love the most about this game, this moment—one huge "Talk to Johnny" & I could do that for an hour of an actual real life time.

Not to mention thy after this tons of new jobs happen. Finally meeting Rogue and Kerry on a personal level. My goodness, even the thought of that. They saved the best part for the last.

UPD: no but:

"These yours?"

"Were. They're yours now."

Fifty years back. Johnny hid them so no one could find them, hey he led us straight to them. I have so many feelings about them to the point of me shaking my head, not believing this is happening. I—

"That's why I brought you here. Wasting days, weeks—that's the step I want you to skip."

Is it just me or does it actually make Johnny think of his friends? Maybe wanting to make amends (aside from the obvious wish to keep on living)? How he nudges V in the direction of Kerry and Rogue. My heart.

#silverv #johnny silverhand #natisplaying #cyberpunk 2077 #cb2077

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cutegirlmayra · 4 years ago

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Paparazzi - Sonamy

Prompt:

It should have been a normal day, by all accounts.

Amy was waiting for Sonic in the Chao Garden, happily humming a tune and playing with the Chao by taking one of their pudgy, teardrop arms and spinning it up and around as though as they were both dancing.

The Chao loved it, seeming to roleplay a ball of sorts and the dashing prince trying to dance with Cinderella, as many other Chao seemed to vie over playing the parts next, tumbling over her shoulders and pawing at her hands to get her to lift them up and twirl them in pairs as well.

She giggled at their enthusiasm, “The duke, and the duchess!” She took another pair of arms and twirled them as well, these two being flying types, they gently fluttered their wings and closed their eyes, playing the roles well and then bowing to each other after she let them go and they did a figure-8 together.

“The prime minister and-” she stopped when she felt a brisk wind, and excitedly got up and turned around, “And my Sonic!”

He stood a little uneasy, but smiled as though feigning something. He was reluctant to have her hug him but didn’t protest her abrupt embrace, looking as though he really didn’t want to spoil her mood.

“Playing with the Chao again, huh?” He commented, smiling sheepishly down to one and bending his eyes as it came right up and tugged on his socks, wanting some affection too. He wiggled a finger to lightly tickle it’s head and then swirled the slight tip of his head around his finger from above before pulling up and seeing Amy’s excited expression again.

“They sure do they love pretend.” very motherly, she put her hands behind her back and looked to them, seeing them all cheering for Sonic and Amy to play as well. “I guess before our date, we could humor them, yeah?” She blinked her eyelashes towards him flirtatiously, but he again acted as though something was wrong but trying to hide it.

The two flying Chao took back to the skies and also grabbed Sonic and Amy’s fingers, lifting them up to lightly host Sonic and Amy to the top of their toes.

Amy giggled into her hand and then softly twirled, showing Sonic the game.

He sighed, but kinda awkwardly seemed to enjoy the silliness as he turned too, making the Chao cheer.

“The king and queen!” Amy sounded off, and the Chao gave an applause.

After letting go of their fingers, the two flying Chao took to each other and twirled as one, inspiring other Chao to partner up and try a silly “waltz” impersonation as well.

“So cute!” Amy cheered, her hands pressing together at their endearing whimsy. “I remember when I was that young... always dreaming of my true love~” she seemed to be referencing Sonic and he ducked his head and scratched his nose, looking away.

“I really don’t want to say this...” He admitted, but tried to toughen himself up, patting his cheeks to get himself to ‘man up’ and tell her. “But Amy, there’s something you gotta-”

“Look!” Amy pointed to a blue speed Chao, dancing with hops and jumps to a rhythm it made up, dancing with another Chao. “It acts just like you!”

“What?” Sonic was momentarily distracted, “I dance nothing like that!”

“Oh, you’re just jealous that he has better footing then you do.” Amy joked, moving up to his chest and placing her shoulders to it, “Well, if you’re so inclined, why not prove me wrong? We can go dancing for our date today!” she thought herself so sly and raced ahead towards the fountain, looking in it’s reflection to ‘spruce’ herself up before believing she was going to be swept off on another fantastic outing with her hero.

Sonic gulped, pulled at his quills, and turned away from the sight. “Aw man, get it together! You have to tell her! It’s the only way she’ll understand!” he softly gave himself his reasons through the prep-talk, but looking back at her, he felt his heart sink at how happy she was right now... and how upset she’ll be if he told her.

“Stay strong...” he repeated to himself, and walked back up to Amy. “Amy, it’s kind of important I tell you what I heard and saw the other day.” he began, lifting a foot to the fountain as it caught Amy’s attention, her head tilting and turning to look at it. She was fixing her quills, but slowly looked up to Sonic, pausing as she noticed how he hid his mouth with his hand as though in strange thought, and spoke as though trying to upfront but indirect.

She raised an eyebrow, “Right now?” She smiled then, turning playful, “Why not tell me on our date!” she lightly hopped to his side and took his arm, pulling him back towards her as he swayed with the action.

“W-wah-o!” He caught himself and looked back into her eyes again. Sighing, he placed a saddened hand to her own on his arm. “We can’t... Go on dates anymore... not like this.” His voice definitely seemed to be conflicted, and Amy’s eyes blinked to a low-riding dispute as though she couldn’t understand.

“Is it Eggman?” Amy asked, about to give her reasons why that didn’t matter but he shook his head and held up his hand from on top of her own.

“N-no, it’s not that. I...” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking away from her and down towards the ground. Instinctively though, he held the arm she was grasping like a gentlemen, crooking it for her to have a better grip of. “I saw some photos... someone took of us on our last date. It’s kinda... all over the city now.”

“Ah!” Amy’s enthusiasm skyrocketed again, her mouth opening wide into a grin. “That’s wonderful!”

“W-what!?” Sonic was amazed at her response, turning back to her a little dumbfounded.

“Hehe, what are they calling us? The cutest new couple to emerge this year!? Ohh! Did they call us the Fashion Couple of the week? Oh-oh! Maybe we’re on Celebrity’s hottest new pairs!”

Her hands flopped around like a teenage girl and Sonic just shook his head, moving since her hands weren’t spazzing while on his arm anymore and put his hands to his hips. On his face, a clear expressive groan, but no sound to follow it.

He looked a little annoyed she didn’t understand, and looked away, grumbling, “Scandal... actually.”

“...What!?” Amy had to process that a moment before flinging her hands back behind her and having her mouth drop open this time, bewildered but also shocked at the news. “How could they say that!? You won’t even let me hold your hands across the table without worrying I’ll see you blush.”

Sonic’s whole body spiked up, “I do not!” he defended, but as Amy ‘aww’d his cute reaction, he coughed into his hand and played it off. “W-we-well, regardless, seeing as I’m kinda a hotshot and you’re my friend, it’s something I’m not comfortable with and-”

“Friend?” Amy gave him a funny look and he started sweating, shaking as he saw Amy’s fiery aura rising.

He made small whimpers as though wanting to say something, unable to change from his position of ‘coughing into hand’ when Amy’s hand flexed out as though threatening to summon a hammer.

“Friend..?” she continued.

After a few more attempts to speak, Sonic finally broke out of his intimidated fear and held his ground, putting his closed-hands up to his sides to show his determination at saying what he had too. “E-either way, Amy! We can’t be seen by the public eye anymore! That means... I can’t take you on a date today.” He straightened out, more of the usual, typical hedgehog boy she was used too.

He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, his head down as though ashamed he had to break the news to her.

“Once they caught wind of it, they started saying some things that I don’t agree with it. Especially about us. I won’t bother relating all the things I heard people talking about, it’s all fake news anyway, but I worry it could hurt who we are and what we stand for... I don’t want to see you misrepresented by people who don’t understand your feelings, Amy.”

It was kind. It was considerate...

But Amy wasn’t having it.

“OOOoooOOOh!” she let out her infamous whine and summoned her hammer, turning away from Sonic and bashing it around furiously in the air. “Who do they think they are!” she shook her fist up and bent her head down, “Spreading lies about my Sonic and I, will they!? Making my man feel the need to hide his appreciation for the well-deserving woman that I am!? Aughh!!!” She took a few, powerful steps and smashed a small but decently sized rock on the ground, causing the other Chao to freak out and fly away. “I won’t forgive them! I’ll make them pay! They’ll rue the day they came between me and my Sonic!”

At her declarations, Sonic just pulled back away from the scene a bit and looked the other way. “Stop it, Amy... you’re embarrassing me and frightening the Chao...” He didn’t know how else to respond to her, but was used to her flip-floppy emotions by now. “Anyway, I’m really sorry about all this. I know you were looking forward to today, too.”

From behind Amy, her rage seemed to rise and then fall all at once, and she turned back to Sonic, her eyes showing her ranged emotions.

“Why should we let them win? You promised me a date today and who are they to say you can’t keep it!?” She puffed up her cheeks, flushing red as her anger was quickly turning her to glossy eyes... but she wouldn’t dare cry in front of Sonic.

Instead, still frustrated and fuming, she kicked the now pebbles of the remaining rock she crushed. “It’s not fair! And I won’t stand for it!” she defiantly placed a foot down as her eyebrows shook. “Whoever disrespects my man’s honest intentions disrespects me!” she was really getting riled up, and Sonic poked his head into her frame to try and wave his hands out in front of him, looking a little already defeated as he knew he couldn’t calm her down now anyway.

“Amy, Amy... it’s not that big of a deal.”

“We’ll go somewhere else then! Somewhere no cameras or rude people will follow!” she stood proudly with a fist to her hip and her pointer finger wagging in the air their new plan, but Sonic felt he was getting roped into her antics again.

He shrugged, shaking his head. “What are ya gonna do?” he seemed to realize he wasn’t going to change her mind.

“Here’s the plan!” Amy swung back to him, shaking him up and pulling him down to her level as she gave him a held wink and whispered her idea. “We’re gonna go on the run! Just you and me! We’ll make sure no one sees your adorable girlfriend getting you all flustered.” she poked and wiggled her finger into his cheek and snickered at her go-hard-go-lucky scheme, but Sonic just felt his face being pushed and squished and tried to lean out of it, unable to as he struggled by rocking back but she would pull him with her arm over his shoulders back to her side again, continuing to brew her plan further.

“B-but where do you think we can go that they won’t follow, Amy?” Sonic was still uncomfortable with the idea, but knowing nothing could stop Amy once she put her mind to it, decided the sooner he got through this date the better.

“You leave that to me!” Amy encouraged, then let him go and lightly pushed him forward, having him try and catch his balance again as he stumbled forward and looked back at her. “You’ve been all over this world and back, only now you’re telling me you can’t even think of one spot that the paparazzi can’t get us?” She looked at him skeptically, “With all their lies and tabloids trying to fancy-up our innocent romance... I can’t believe you’re not trying harder to save our marriage!” she seemed to be idolizing something and half-daydreaming, but then turning to scold Sonic as he looked at her confused.

“W-what?”

“I mean our relationship! That’s what I said.” she folded her arms, blushing and pouting to the side as Sonic scratched his head.

“Hmm...” Sighing with a bit of a grunt at her obvious fib, he just let her carry on and took her up in his arms. “Sorry to make this awkward, Amy...” He seemed sincere enough, and Amy just happily held her arms around his shoulders, like how they normally would go running together.

“Don’t you worry, Sonic The Hedgehog! Little articles like that won’t stop me from marrying you!”

Sonic cranked his head slooooowwwllly her way.

“I-I mean, um, dating you! Haha!” She nervously corrected, but he lowered his eyes to her, showing he wasn’t amused by her imaginations. “... Okay, okay! Hang out dates...” she grumbled the ‘politically correct’ terminology and Sonic smiled at her acceptance of it.

“Hang on!” satisficed that she at least understood him enough to agree to keep prying eyes out of their conduct together, he took off towards where Amy had previously designed to take them.

But while racing around, popular news-drones chased them everywhere. They tried for a picnic retreat but the drones flew up with camera flashes. Sonic dived to save Amy as she gasped and then sped off with a serious look of annoyance to find another location.

They tried the deserts, basking in the sun on beach chairs, but the drones flew speedily by and took a shot, photoshoping it and printing out a picture of them sharing a chair and acting like a spoiled hero with his woman laying beside him and an arm wrapped around him.

The two were shocked out of their chairs.

“I-I-I didn’t know they could do that!” Amy gasped, realizing they could completely fabricate their relationship. “This... this is not good...” her fingers flinched against the sides of her cheeks as her eyes shrunk at the covers of magazines spreading falsehoods about her being some... some...!

“I’m not a trophy wife!” she bashed the drones and 10 more flew over to take pictures of her violent act. “Ah!” she cowered from the bright lights and kept swinging.

“Amy!!!” Darting from his own paparazzi drones, he dove in and grabbed her, protecting her by jumping out of the encircling camera drones and taking off.

Amy clung to him, looking back and seeing, just like printers, the drones having photoshopped Amy’s violence on Sonic, the header reading something along the lines of how she was forcing the greatest hero into submission, and how you can dominate your famous man into being your one and only.

“Ah! That’s awful!” Amy felt her chest tighten, “I would never do something like that...”

Looking back at her face, seeing how scared she was to lose face and be framed for something she wasn’t, Sonic’s righteous indignation also flared up. He scowled, wanting to say something but keeping it silently to himself.

The two tried to lose them in the bushes, but as the drones looked around, dived in and starting taking pictures of them trying to get away, showing instead that the two were ‘rendezvousing’ in the brush of nature’s finest temptations... each other.

“That is so blown out of proportion!” Amy smashed another drone and pulled out the original photo from inside it’s round body, “We look terrified!” the originally showed them pushing back to avoid the drones in the bush.

Sonic just grumbled, seeing another robot about to take a picture and jumped up to spin dash it, “Come on..!” he extended his hand, and suddenly... Amy’s imagination got away with her.

As she took his hand, him pulling her towards him, she imagined him and her running away to elope, and her jealous suitors pursuing them in raging envy.

“Oh, Sonic~” she blushed and swooned, closing her eyes as she fanaticized and had her hands up to her cheeks, the two photos flying off in the wind behind his incredible speeds. “I’ve always wanted to run away with you~”

They hid in the snow, as the drones flew by and fought the winds, one scanned a pile of two snow heaps. Deciding nothing there was interesting, took off.

Their heads popped out of the snow, Sonic having some snot dripping frozen from his nose and went to sneeze as Amy’s bundled two hands shook in fury.

“Ahhh, come on..!” Amy tiredly drained out an exhausted cry, “At first this was refreshingly new, d-d-due to them not shooting at us like Eggman’s robots of course!” she looked to make sure Sonic wasn’t accusing her of over idolizing a situation again. “Ehem, but now it’s just tiresome! Why can’t we just explode them all..?”

Sonic folded his arms, showing a disapproval. “They’ll photograph that we’re destroying the right to say as they please... or something like that.” he had a sweat drop of uncertainty fall from the side of his face. “You know how these people get, that’s why I wanted nothing to do with them.”

She realized his plea and sighed, “I give up then.” she kicked the ground and sat down beside him, getting out of the snow and leaning up against his shoulder. “Sonic... we can’t just give up... right?”

He remained silent.

“What about our relati- I mean... our friendship.” she made the fish-lips as though upset she had to call it that. “They’re insanely persistent! But... I wasn’t wrong for wanting to spend more time with you... personally having you here with him is already a dream come true! Ah... But... I can understand if you’re growing sick of me.”

She was all dreamy and suddenly, realizing he didn’t like that, went to trying to be a bit more modest.

“I get it now. I’m something that could be an embarrassment upon your image and virtues... without me, you wouldn’t have to worry about this with Tails or Knuckles... I don’t like hiding the truth, but if that’s how you feel you can still hang out with me then... then...” She lowered her head, her eyes covered in dark shadows as her shoulders bounced slightly, clearly not liking what she was saying or accepting, and having her fingers dig slightly in shakes into the snow, showing her resentment at these things.

Then... all at once... Sonic’s hand gently and without delay, reached out to place itself upon Amy’s trembling and gripping for anything solid in her life hands... quieting some fears and reassuring her, being comforting.

She looked at his hand, startled, then up with sparkling admiration into his own.

He was so calm, smiling to her.

“Forget about being tagged for property damages.” Sonic joked, getting up and stretching out, “Hmm uh, hmm uh,... If we’re gonna get these guys... hu ho, hu ho, then we better start with luring them to us first.” As he did his exercises, he then took a deep breath out and offered her his hand, winking to her. “Let’s make it a clean hit, so they can’t crop and cut anything this time.”

Her heart grew so large with love for him, she just jumped up and embraced him, littering his face with her tears. “Oh, Sonic! Sonnnnic!”

He just chuckled sheepishly at her.

Later, the drones were still looking as Amy cried out, “Oh, Sonic, I’m soooo cold!” The drones quickly turned in the direction of their voices.

Sonic and Amy were hiding behind some trees, as Amy cupped her hands around her mouth to let the sound carry, “Hold me in your arms and never let me go~”

The drones paused a second, as though not believing it.

“They’re not buying it.” Sonic whispered, before raising his voice up. “I got something better in mind!” and then swooped a leg under Amy.

“H-hey!” she cried out, as he made her trip and fall down. “Offph! Sonic! What’s the big idea!?”

With that, the drones looked flustered, sparking and fritzing out in the air as they had anime blush marks over their camera lenses. They flew over to the trees, their apertures tensing and unclosing as though to show interest when a human’s eye dilates, looking to Amy in the snow as Sonic came out of hiding and rammed one of them with his fist, crushing their face and sending them flying.

“I’ll give you a show.” Sonic smirked, turning to the others. “Now, who’s up next?”

“Batter up!” Amy got up from laying belly-first in the snow, and wacked one that was distracted by Sonic, shaking in fear as it went to attempt a picture, and was bashed away by Amy’s hammer.

“You want hot and spicy?” She turned to the next drone, “Take a quick peek at this!” She whipped up her hammer as though a boxer spinning around his arm and laid a huge grand-slam with her hammer’s hilt into the drone like a saber.

It toppled in the air a few times before finally falling down. “Ah!” Amy noticed the insignia was Eggman’s, and realized who the freelancer was that was taking pics of them. ‘Oh no!’ she looked back to Sonic, still spin-dashing some of them in multi-hits. ‘If he finds out this was Eggman trying to ruin his happiness... he’ll think he can’t ever be with me again!’ she looked uneasily towards the trashed robot. ‘It does make sense though... I can’t let Sonic know about this... Not yet, at least.’ she took her hammer out of it and bashed the logo further into the snow.

‘No wonder those creeps were saying bad things about Sonic and I’s relationship! O-or friendly hang out sessions!’ she grew furious, racing around and beating up some more. ‘Eggman is the only one who could keep up with me and Sonic’s whereabouts! He’s been sitting back and making millions on exploiting our love! I-I mean- ohhhh..!’ she stood side by side with Sonic. “Let’s let them have it!”

He could tell she was riled up, but actually liked it.

“On your count, Amy!” he joined the fun. In unison, Amy swung her hammer and Sonic jumped back to reel his fist back.

“Counter strike!” Amy saw the drone rise up to dodge Amy, but she lifted her hammer up to match the direction of where it dodged, and Sonic held nothing back to slam his fist into her hammer’s other side to launch her swing with even more force--blasting back the force of air with it--to completely obliterate the drone where only a few minor pieces were actually sprayed like darts out into the trees trunks.

Another drones turbines kick up and blast the snow away as it retreats.

Sonic charges after it, following it by scaling up a tree as Amy looks around at the bear ground.

The robots’ had Eggman faces being exposed everywhere.

Amy’s eyes shook, “Oh no... oh no, oh no, oh no!” she quickly fell to her knees and tried to pile more snow over them, spreading them out but the heat of their explosions caused the light bundles of snow she was trying to put over them to melt in a few seconds. “Stop, stop, stop!” she felt her emotions getting the better of her and hammered the drones down into the ground, but the one she was working on wouldn’t budge. Yes, it dented it’s metal in, but the ground was too solid for it to pierce below and hide itself by Amy burying it.

When Sonic flung down, Amy knew it was already too late... he was too fast to expect herself to hide anything... and wondered what horrible fate lay in store... now that he knew.

She wouldn’t look up at him.

She knew he must have seen them. There was no way to hide them.

He stood there for a long time... ‘Oh! I knew this was hopeless! Now Sonic will never go on another date with me!’

She felt the tears, but held them back. ‘No... I can’t let him see this affect me... I’ve worked too hard to let Eggman, the press,... anyone stop me from being with him!’

As she lamented, silently trying to hide her crying, Sonic walked through the bare, frozen, and solid ground.

He bent down and showed her a thumbs up, just under her vision.

“H-huh?” She looked up with tears that frosted to look like she was crying crystals, as they glittered like stars, and watched as he closed his eyes and gave her the brightest smile she had seen on him to date.

“Nice teamwork,.. Amy!” It was a light acknowledgement, but when he said her name, it was so wonderfully pleasing to her ears, so soft and full of charming reciprocation.

He needn’t say those famous words... as long as he always said her name with such flare and devotion.

It filled her with such profound hope, that it inspired her to reach out to him.

A little startled by her reaction, he couldn’t resist hugging her back, and she held him as he picked her up and carried her to warmer climates.

END.

(Based this one off of Sonic X!Sonamy a bit, can you tell? ;)b )

#sonamy #cutegirlmayra #sonicxamy #sonic x #sonamy prompt #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prompt #amy rose #sonic and amy

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bromantically · 3 years ago

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hi bean its me again the previous anon.. i am sorry to bother you but augggh the more i keep thinking about luca the more i want to talk about it!!! of course the absolutely gutteral line of “some people will never accept him. but some will, and he seems to find the good ones” and can we acknowledge how romantic the scene during the race was where alberto runs up the hill with the umbrella but he drops it and he’s revealed to be a sea monster and luca bikes to him knowing he’ll also be revealed and saves him from the trap and grabs his hand and lifts him onto the bike while making loving eye contact (with romantic music swelling in the background)…… WOAH

and i relate to this movie in so many ways… the main theme of not fitting in mostly. i’ve always felt like an alien, like i’m not human (or sea monster in this case lol), being gay + trans (the sea monsters of course), having adhd and autism (like guilia), and being abandoned (like alberto, which him talking about his dad leaving him absolutely ripped my heart open it felt like a personal attack) and when they boys were told they weren’t wanted there and didn’t belong there it just auuuggghhy……. so good!!! and accurate!!! and touching!!! having so many experiences and parts of me that are isolating and stop me from belonging anywhere felt so represented and were given a happy ending <3 that kind of feels like hope.

bean i think you’ve given me a new hyperfixation…… time for me to pay by clogging your inbox >:-) no i think i’m done now, much love and thank you for reading lol

[Image ID: An anonymous ask that says, "bean..... i am so sorry but i just realized i never addressed giulia being a lesbian. i just had to come back and say this. that girl is gay (heart) what is a friendship trio without the two boys in love and their lesbian best friend," End ID.]

that line got me so so much!! i heard it and had to literally pause and just happy stim and maybe cry a little 🥺 this movie is literally so fucking special and everything about it just really connects w me.... also i like to think luca is also autistic!! he was sooo interested in learning about space and infodumping to alberto after learning about it and i think it also shows in his vibes of not totally understanding a lot of "normal" behavior. more in a metaphorical sense of course since he Did come from a straight up fish world and everything is new, but as someone who has difficulty w things like that but tries hard to learn i super relate!

i feel like so many characters in this movie read as super neurodivergent, even ones that arent the main 3!! like lucas dad reads as super adhd/possibly autistic to me (hyperfixated/special interest in his prize winning pets, difficulty staying on task when its not a personal interest, not rly understanding certain social cues even in his own world) and aughh this movie just makes me so happy!

this movie reads so strongly as a very neurodivergent and queer story and i connect so much w this silly little found family... giulia finally has friends like her that she can infodump with and hang around and relate to and alberto finally has family that will actually love him and luca gets to be with people that understand him and accept him 🥺 it just feels so safe and comforting and everything about this movie really hit close to home for me

anyways thank u so much for sharing!! these asks made me so so happy and ur always welcome to infodump to me!! 💕

#anon asks #kitty answers #fav #luca infodump #long post #content description

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damn-stark · 5 years ago

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Child of Ren Ch.5

A/N- Hope you guys liked it :) and I’m just saying that I liked writing Kylo’s p.o.v and if you guys liked it too I wouldn’t be against writing in his p.o.v again or any other character like Poe or Rey, lemme know!! Let me know what you thought!!

Warning- LONG CHAPTER, swearing, light mention of abuse, angst, Slow burn

Pairing- Poe Dameron x reader x Rey, Kylo Ren x reader (platonic)

Takes place- after TLJ & before TROS

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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(KYLO REN P.O.V)

Alone.

Utterly alone.

That’s what he felt again. Y/N had filled a void in Kylo, one that had been empty for too long. He would never admit it to her, or even admit it to himself but she had, but she was gone now all because the Scavenger, Rey, had filled y/n’s head with doubt.

She was fine before, everything was fine, she was slowly learning control and that was all lost the moment Rey crossed her path, and that filled him with rage. The thought of her placing doubt in y/n’s mind angered him; it did when he first heard y/n speak about it, he wanted her to forget it all, but she didn’t and she left because of that doubt that spread into her finding out the truth he had hid for years, and that hurt him.

Y/N leaving hurt him, the words she said to him hurt worse.

“I trusted you, admired you and even if I never said it...I loved you,”

“I’m going to kill you Kylo Ren, not today nor tomorrow, but I will, I promise you that. You will pay for what you did.”

But the words that hurt him the worst, the words that tugged at his heart, were the words of hate towards him, “....I HATE you! I hate you! I hate you...” it hurt him in ways he could never express.

He knew that he should’ve never grown to care for Y/N the way he did, it was against everything in his code to get attached to someone, it only brought pain, something he didn’t want to feel and when he watched y/n storm out of the throne room he felt that pain. His eyes watered with tears that he didn’t let show, instead he took a shaky deep breath, his lower lip trembled but he pressed his lips firmly before he clenched his jaw tightly, turning all that pain into anger. He then formed his hands into tight fists, the material of his gloves making a rough sound as it rubbed against one another; he began to pace back and forth, part of him wanted to go after y/n, but he didn’t let himself.

If she wanted to leave then he was going to let her, he didn’t care—

—and yet he did and it pained him; but he needed to turn that pain into anger...he needed to turn it into anger, turn it into anger, turn it into anger, “Fu—Aughh!!!” He snatched his lightsaber hilt from his side and quickly ignited it, the crimson color radiating from the unstable blade basked his face in a cold manner, showing off the pain in his eyes.

The words she uttered to him kept replaying in his head, hurting him, but he would quickly remind himself to turn it all into anger....turn it into blinding anger—in a swift motion he pulled his lightsaber up, before swinging down at anything that happened to be in the way. He swung down his lightsaber at everything and anything in the throne room, destroying everything that was contained inside of it, the chair meant for him, but never used, everything in that stupid room.

All the pain that he turned into raging anger was let out with every mighty lash, swing and strike until their was nothing left to destroy—his eyes wandered the now trashed room, the lightsaber he held fell from his hold while his chest heaved up and down heavily. The sound of the door sliding open snapped him from his trance as he whipped his head towards the direction of the door, his heart skipped a beat as he hoped that it was her, only to be let down as it wasn’t.

The officer that walked into the now destroyed throne room gasped as he saw the mess that was caused, but he didn’t dare comment anything about it, instead he left that question in the air and said what he was here to say, “Supreme Leader some of the other officer’s have spotted The Child of Ren, taking a vast amount of weapon crates before escaping in a freighter, should—”

“Leave her! She left at my orders, don’t let anyone go after her I’ll kill them myself” Kylo barked before shoving past the officer and leaving the subject the way it was with no further comment or command, leaving the officer baffled and a little frightened.

Kylo stormed down the halls, making anyone that happened to be walking down the same hall, turn around or quickly walk past him as they saw as he practically fumed; all except one person, the only person who didn’t care of his mood, Hux. The sight of him only made Kylo angrier and Hux noticed but he ignored it the best he could.

“Supreme Leader, The—”

Kylo groaned before he interrupted Hux, already knowing exactly what he was going to say, “Leave her. She’ll come back home.” He began to walk past the ginger, but stopped in his steps to say one more thing, “I’ll be in my quarters, don’t let anyone disturb me.”

—

Kylo knew, he knew that he never should have gotten attached, it was a mistake on his part but it was also something he couldn’t control, before he knew it he already had gotten attached to this girl; a girl that he had destroyed the life of, he had taken and orphaned her all in that same day and he only made things worse that day when he took her to Snoke.

Snoke had really ruined her life for the worst, Snoke had hurt, traumatized and brainwashed her, while also implanting fake memories of Kylo and her. Memories that Kylo couldn’t even share with y/n, as she was the only one that contained them and Kylo was supposed to pretend—he had to pretend that he like her shared the same faux memories, when he didn’t.

He remember’s when they had finished with brainwashing her and implanting her with fake memories; she had went into that room sobbing and fighting, but when she came out she was down for a weeks but then their was something new about her. She was happy, their was a sparkle in her eye when she saw Kylo for the first time—well first time in a sense.

Kylo though didn’t share that same happiness when he saw her, he actually despised her, mostly because he was left in charge of training her when he himself was hardly trained in the ways of the dark side. The fact that she had these memories of him only made him despise her that much more; she would share them, she would attempt to talk and get close to him. That only made Kylo ice her out, it made him act cold towards her for months and the first couple of years, she would notice—hell yeah she would notice, but he did nothing to ease her pain, he would only tell her to...

“Turn that pain into anger and use it wisely or else it will get that best of you.”

It wasn’t probably until the third year of her being there, training alongside him when he began to feel a spark of something towards her—not in a romantic sense at all, never in that way, but he felt that need to protect her and once in a while ask if she was okay, but nothing beyond that.

Not until one day, it was the first and real memory they both genuinely shared together, not one only she had that was made up, no, this was one was real.

She had missed training and Kylo remembers well that he had gotten pissed at that fact. He stormed down the halls until he made it to her room, he stomped inside expecting her to be asleep because he knew she had the tendency to sleep in, but when he was inside she wasn’t. Her room was clean and it seemed that she was not in there for hours. He then followed by leaving her quarters and searching for her everywhere, their was no trace of her until he found the commotion that was about her.

Y/N wasn't with the commotion but rather balled up and in tears somewhere else. The room had been dark and cold with nobody else except her, her silent sobs filling the room. Kylo had hesitated to even go beyond the door to help her, but then he had heard her call out to him in a low and broken voice.

“Kylo?” Said man looks towards the direction of the voice, finding its location in the furthest corner, balled up, her head only peaking up to spot him. He hesitated to move any further, part of him wanting to bolt out before she could say more, but the sound of her broken voice calling out to him made him stay for reasons he had yet to understand.

He sighed, but closed the door behind him, he attempted to turn the light on but she quickly reacted by shutting it off from across the room, letting out a soft “no” before she dropped her head back onto her hands.

“What happened?” Kylo strained his eyes to see her, only getting to see the outline of her figure through the darkness.

Her shoulders shook as she let out another quiet sob before she pulled her head up and rested it on the wall behind her, “I-I lost control. I just wanted to talk with some of the stormtrooper kids my age...I just wanted to talk to someone...since you won’t talk to me.”

Kylo shifted his eyes down, swallowing thickly as a response to her comment, feeling the smallest amount of guilt of how he was towards her; but he only responded with that now by getting closer, her face was still hidden in the darkness but she was more visible than before. Nonetheless he could still feel her anger, sadness and fear most all, radiating off from her.

“They began to say stuff, tease and doubt what I could do....and-and I got mad...I-I lost control and-and I—” she cut herself as she let out another sob, running her fingers through her hair and feeling more sadness and fear rather than anger. “..I killed one them....I-I didn’t mean too, Kylo I didn’t mean to hurt or kill any of them...I swear I didn’t mean too, I didn’t want too.” She let her head fall back into her hands letting out a louder cry and making Kylo freeze and question on what he could do to ease her. She had never been this upset before, then again she had never lost control like that here before either.

“I-I’m a monster,” she mumbled, her words finally catching Kylo’s full attention—She lifted her head high enough to meet his eyes, before continuing, “that’s why you don’t talk to me at all, because you think I’m one. You’re afraid of me like I’m afraid of myself.”

Her words caught him off guard, but not for speaking “the truth” but because she didn’t, because if anyone was monster here it was him, he admitted that about himself, but never about her. Kylo never could think she was one and he was never or could ever be afraid of her, hell the thought never crossed his mind. Hell being afraid of her would be idiotic, stupid, foolish.

Someone was once afraid of what Ben Solo could do and he was almost killed because of that person’s fear. Kylo could never let y/n go through what Ben went through; alienated, forced to not be at his full potential because of that fear, but he was not going to let y/n go through that, ever.

“I’m not afraid of you nor do I think you’re a monster, you’re anything but that,” Kylo paused finally walking the distance that kept them both apart, looking down to meet her tear filled eyes. “You’re powerful, strong, you have the potential to be the greatest. What you have is a gift. Use your anger wisely and I promise that they’ll fear you instead. Never be afraid yourself, never.”

Y/N smiled sadly, the words Kylo told her being the thing she needed to stop crying. He offered her his hand, the first but smallest ghost of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, making her increasingly much happier at the sight before she took his hand.

Kylo pulled her up to her feet, and she quickly caught him off guard by giving him a hug. He dropped his hands to his sides, his mind blanking on what to do for a the longest minute, until his mind slowly came alive again and slowly moved his arms around y/n to return the embrace.

In that moment, that single and smallest moment of kindness that she gave him that day was one he had not received in a long time, in that moment is when he knew it was a mistake to get attached because that’s when he felt a flicker of light return to his dark conflicted soul. It was in that moment that he should’ve pushed her away but he didn’t and he got attached.

And now she was gone....perhaps it was for the best....but it wasn’t, like hell it was. She still needed him, she’s due to lose control and he wasn’t going to be there to help her, she needs him and he knew that. He needed to get her back home, he was going to get her back home.

Soon, Y/N was going to be back home. Where she belongs.

—

(Y/N’s P.O.V)

“I know exactly who you are,”

Your eyes went wide at General Organa’s comment, a thought crossing your mind, or rather invading your mind like wildfire, that being that she would kick you out for being exactly who you are; for being the monster that has been made what they’re fighting for that much harder.

You knew she had the power to do so, she was the famous Resistance General, that also was once a rebellion hero, and shes the mother to Ben solo—Kylo Ren’s past self, after all. You would have nowhere to go, but you wouldn’t question her choices...it’s not like you could if you wanted too either way.

“Rey told me. You’re my son—the Supreme Leaders pride and glory. You’re famous, powerful, you have a life there, what are you doing here?” General Organa continued, shooting you a questioning look. A look that over all for you intimidates you, not just that certain look, but just her in general, you had every right to feel so, it would be foolish not feel so, considering what she stands for and who she is.

You sigh and try to find the courage to speak up, your eyes nervously wandering the floor—if Kylo was here he would have scolded you for not looking at the person you were talking too, saying that in a conversation they had to be intimidated by you, not the other way around. Either way you felt nervous but ultimately spoke up quietly,

“I had a life there, before I knew the truth. I’m here because I want to do better...I think...I know that I’m not a good person and you have no right to trust my word about helping out here, but I do want to do that, I’ll do anything to stay.” You finally turn your eyes up to the General and Rey, who was standing next to her, hearing every word you had to say. You saw as they both turned to each other, sharing a quiet and unspoken conversation about your fate here, before they both turned back to you.

Before they could say anything, you part your lips to speak first, “I know what my reputation is, I know what I stand for, but considering that I’m not in cuffs or getting dirty looks by everyone here, my guess is that neither of you have told anyone that I’m the Child of Ren.”

“It’s not our secret to tell, they have every right to know—”

“Than why not tell them and put me on a death sentence?” You interrupt the General quickly, making her go quiet for a second before she let out a deep sigh and answered you.

“Because I have a feeling about you y/n. You’re young, a girl forced and imprisoned to a side she didn’t choose. I have a feeling that you’re not a bad person, just like my son isn’t. I know that you’re going to do what’s right and well you had the chance to kill Rey and her crew before, but you didn’t. You went against your command and did what was right.” General Organa smiles softly, walking up to you and tilting your chin up, showing a kindness that you didn’t expect, a kindness that you weren’t used to.

“But I destroyed what they were after, I hurt them—”

“And you did what was right at the end, that’s what matters.” Rey interjects, her interruption surprising you.

“I don’t want to be that person anymore, I want to be me, y/n. Even if I don’t know who I am, I want to find out. I’m done being who they created me to be.” A tear rolls down your cheek, but a small smile replaces your frown.

General Organa moves her hand to your shoulder and gives it a light squeeze, “then welcome to the Resistance, Y/N.”

—

The memories of what happened with Kylo before leaving base, still very much invaded your mind like a nasty plague, they didn’t leave much room for anything else but that. It’s something you hated but you had nothing else to keep those memories away and being alone in some far corner of the jungle didn’t help with that problem either.

Well...alone, alone wasn’t true, you could hear distance footsteps crunching the foliage on the ground from miles away—whoever it was would be and is a terrible spy.

After a couple seconds the footsteps came to a stop just a couple feet behind you, making you wary and swiftly pushing the point of your vibroblade to the tips of your fingers so you could throw them or warn whoever was trying to hide behind you. Hastily and quietly you leave the spot you were at and circle around to where you knew the person was hiding so you could get a jump on them...just scare them a little so they knew that they had failed miserably on whatever it was they were trying to do.

After quietly coming behind them, you spot a familiar man from before, the Pilot. You see as he looks past the tree to see if you were there, but once he notices that you’re in fact gone, he steps to the open space and mouths something you couldn’t catch. You continue to sneak behind him, walking close enough to move the tip of your vibroblade to very delicately touch the back of his neck, making him go stiff at the touch and for his arms to slowly rise up.

“Fu-what the hell?!” His voice gets high and you can sense his fear and lack of amusement by the way he spoke.

You roll your eyes and snicker, “you’re a terrible spy, I heard you coming from miles away,” you pull you’re hand away before stepping back and leaning on the tree to your side.

Slowly he lowers his arms to his sides and turns around to face you with a deep frown, “I wasn’t spying—”

“No? You TRIED to sneak over here, you were hiding behind a tree, I call that spying. Not good spying though.” you shrug your shoulders before throwing your vibroblade to the the tree across from you.

His eyes follow the blade before shifting back to you, his stance and demeanor changing into a more nervous one after you had pointed out the truth. He parted his lips to retort but you said something first.

“You thought I was going to call some sort of attack, am I right, that I was a spy?” You pause and try to give him a minute to respond, but he stood quiet, placing his hands on his hips before following the second vibroblade you successfully threw to the same spot as before.

“I mean yeah, but that’s because you’re out here in the jungle, alone and well our previous encounter wasn’t all that friendly.”

You shake your head and throw a third blade in the same spot without looking. “I don’t have any friends here to talk to anyone and to our previous encounter, it was all business....mostly all, anyway.” You shoot him a quick smirk, the both of you holding each other’s gaze before you quickly look away.

He goes silent again, this time his stance shifts, the tension around the both of you eases, feeling more relaxed, while a hint of tension of something else you couldn’t quite describe.

“I thought you said you knew Rey?” He finally asks.

“I know Rey, yes, but I wanted to see what Ajan Kloss has to offer.” That was all true, every word, except that you had left out that being around so many people without your helmet on felt strange, after being used to only being around a couple people in a stupid ship for most of your days. And well after being in the void of space for so long it felt good to be in a place where the air felt less...faux and where there was actually trees and a sky that wasn’t just in a hologram or wasn’t disguised behind a dark helmet.

“Well as long as you don’t pull out anymore blades on me or try to kill me, we can, I don’t know try and be friends.” He says sincerely, making you really think of what he had said, making you feel bad because he didn’t know who you actually were, what part of your life you were hiding; but it’s also a part of your life you didn’t want to expose, even if you knew everything comes out eventually...but for now you were going to hide it and you were okay with that.

You bite the inside of your cheek and nod your head in disapproval, “sorry I’m not friends with terrible spies.” You bite back your smile before force pulling your blades back to your hands and making Poe grow a shocked and surprised expression on his face. Before he can say anything you speak up again.

“I tried to hurt you and attempted to ruin your mission....why are you talking to me?” You question, your smile fading and his face growing serious, but he doesn’t hesitate to answer almost like he had already thought of the answer before hand,

“because you’re here now, and you brought weapons, ones you were trying to keep away, and maybe you didn’t bring ships but you did what was right at the end and well I can’t judge why you did what you did, you were following orders, I understand that.”

You try and hide the smile that threatened to show, but he had caught sight of it without you knowing.

“So, friends or what? Or are you friends with the trees?” He asks in amusement and pride at his own joke.

You let out a small chuckle and shake your head, “yeah sure whatever you say Starboy.” You both began to walk towards base, sharing a small and quiet conversation between the both of you, until an idea came to your mind on how you can help them with the other problem you couldn’t solve.

“You know, I know a place where we can get sh—” you cut yourself off and your face gets hard and your shoulders stiffen at the sight of the one and only, Traitor.

You knew that you shouldn’t think of him like that anymore, but it was out of instinct, part of your mind still very much accustomed to thoughts from the first order.

He notices you next to Poe, and his face grows serious too, a slight and noticeable hard glare only meant for you, neither of you really getting a liking to each other like Poe and you had. You notice as he studies you, almost like trying to figure you out, almost like he had an idea of who you really were, but wasn’t sure, just a theory in his mind, one he was going to figure out.

A Wookiee comes and joins your unwanted gathering, he looks at you up and down, standing too close to you as he attempted to intimidate you. You don’t move and instead stay grounded in your spot showing that you didn’t fear him, even if you really should.

“Wow, hey buddy it’s okay, she’s not going to hurt us, she’s fine, she’s with us now.” Poe frantically explains as he notices the Wookiee’s demeanor.

Seconds later the Wookiee argues against Poe, explaining that he shouldn’t trust me after what I did to both him and the traitor next to him. You exhale loudly and cross your arms over your chest, you try and stay out of their bickering but it all got too annoying so you butted in, talking directly to the Wookiee in Shyriiwook, surprising all three of them.

The Wookiee after your explanation about you meaning no harm and wanting to do better, calms down and sees you in a different and less threatening way, but still doesn’t fully trust you—which is understandable. He follows by introducing himself as Chewbacca, which you simply respond with your own name.

“How? How do you—”

“I learned Shyriiwook as part of my language studies.” You interrupt Poe nonchalantly, purposely leaving out the fact that you actually knew more languages because you were forced to learn them before.

“Oh, that’s...impr—cool...well you may know my friend here from before, his name is Finn.” Poe introduces the traitor standing across from him, both of you offering each other feigned smiles.

“Yeah...I remember him...I’m y/n.”

“Pleasure.”

“I’m sure.” The both of you stare each other off, challenging each other in a way, neither of you saying a word before you look away and catch sight of Rey walking your way. Your stance eases for some strange way and your face softens before she stands next to Chewbacca, a small smile on her lips as she sees all her friends.

“You know everyone here, y/n?” She asks looking between you and the group gathered around.

“yeah.” You nod in agreement to her question making her smile.

She gets more of a cheeky smile, “getting along?”

“With some more than others.” You shoot Finn a discreet glare before turning your attention to Poe, “as I was trying to tell Poe before, I know a place where we can get ships. You were after that too, and by the looks of it you weren’t successful, I can help.” You offer, the group of friends sharing a look and unspoken conversation.

Unexpectedly Finn is the one to speak up before anyone else can, “are you sure we can trust you? Considering that the first time we met you were trying to kill us and destroy what we were after.”

You clench your fists, and let out a deep sigh, “I guess you have to just go with it and trust me then, right? Theirs no other choice, unless you want to fight the first order with no ships, because trust me you don’t want to do that, they won’t hold back in the last fight.”

A thick tension begins to surround the group, mostly just between Finn and you—well just between Finn and you.

Rey notices and tries to ease it by voicing her opinion “She’s right, Finn. We need those ships, we can’t fight without them, we have to trust her word.”

“What do you think Poe?” Finn questions.

Poe looks down at you with a slight smile, “I trust her, and it’s like she said, the first order won’t hold back, we need more ships and if she’s trying to help, than I’m not against it.”

You bite back your smile and try to hide the blush you feel spread on your cheeks—so much for being a cold dark daughter of darkness.

“It’s not going to be easy, and it might take a while, theirs people I need to go talk too, to get ahold of those ships, but I can get them.” You explain to all of them, hoping that they agree with what you’re planning to do.

They all again share a unspoken conversation, while Finn let’s out a loud and annoyed sigh before nodding in agreement.

Poe nods, a grin appearing on his face, he looks at his friends before turning to you to voice what they agreed too. “okay, we’re with you and we trust you, let’s do this.”

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Hollowed Moon (Ch. 1-3)

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: T (for sensitive content in later chapters)

Words: 1.5K~

Summary: Stevonnie doesn't crash the Star Skipper onto that jungle moon. Instead, they crash on a craggy fragment of rock suspended thousands of miles away from its associated colony, long forgotten.

On that lonely hunk of rock is a domed garden.

And standing in that garden, just as lifeless seeming as the rest of it, is a pink Gem.

Okaay, so this is the beginning of a little series of drabbles I’ve been posting on AO3 over the last two weeks. It’s an AU that diverges from just after Lars of the Stars. I have seven chapters posted already on AO3. Link to that will be posted in the reblogs, for anyone interested.

Ch. 1

The force of the impact nearly vibrates through their bones as the Star Skipper hits the surface, throwing them against the cockpit’s control panel at such speed that they barely have enough time to put up a bubble. Thankfully, ‘enough’ is all the time they need. In but a millisecond the world tints pink. Following momentum, their neck snaps forward, causing their head to smash against the solid barrier. Stevonnie yelps, vision going temporarily woozy. It takes a while for them to fully recover, with the wrecked remains of the ship spinning like a top from their perspective as they slowly lift a quivering hand to their forehead to check for wounds. They groan, nearly every square inch of their body aching something terrible, but there’s nothing. No blood, no easily distinguishable breaks, nada. Lucky them! Score, Stevonnie one, busted, broken spaceship zip.

It must be your healing powers keeping us in one piece, ‘cause that was one really violent crash.

Well, also my bubble is pretty strong!

“Hah, well... we’re lucky even a bubble got me outta this scrape,” they murmur out loud, and let out a shaky breath as they attempt to ground themself. Taking a cursory glance around, they notice that the cockpit’s window has shattered, leaving the ship open to the vacuum of space. At least, they’re assuming it is. Whatever hunk of rock it is they’ve crashed on, it doesn’t appear to have an atmosphere. “Oh boy, guess I gotta keep this thing up for a while,” they say with a nervous laugh. They press their cheek against the bubble’s rim, peering at the cracked display screen. “Now, I wonder if any of this tech is salvageable...”

Stevonnie shifts in the seat. Without any iota of warning the ship’s engines explode, launching their protective bubble hundreds of feet closer to the very stars they’re lost amongst.

Oh, what a day it’s been.

Ch. 2

This shard of planetoid isn’t particularly large, but it has just enough mass that its gravity pulls Stevonnie’s wildly spinning bubble back to the surface. Their heart pounds as the bubble collides hard upon the craggy surface, bouncing a few times before finally coming to a rest. They gasp for breath, pulling themself to their knees.

“Aughh, my everything hurts.”

Slowly but surely they rise to their feet, their knees still shaking. All around them, the remains of the Star Skipper (may she rest in pieces) are now barely distinguishable, nothing left but melted twists of scrap metal. Even if there was any possibility of fixing up the communication array earlier, it’s a moot point by now.

Steven, how are we gonna-?!

“Oh, no, no no no no!” they cry out, gripping at their hair. “Oh, this is bad. This is so, so bad. How is Lars gonna be able to find us now?”

They adjust the straps of the backpack around their shoulders and begin pacing as they continue to talk to themself, walking back and forth across the dust and rock within the bubble like a hamster in a ball.

“Okay, Stevonnie, calm down,” they say, hugging their arms around their chest. “We’re fine. I’m fine! Let’s just work this out bit by bit. So. We’re stuck on some weird asteroid, or something. We have no ship. No means of communication. We’re safe in this bubble... for now. But... I honestly don’t know how long I can keep this up. I don’t usually use it longer than a few minutes at a time.”

What about when we first met?

“That’s different, though,” they stress, plopping down to sit crisscrossed. “That time he didn’t summon it voluntarily. And that time, we weren’t stuck in the vacuum of space! Although... Okay. Okay, we were stuck under the ocean, fair point. And I guess there’s that time Steven was marooned with Eyeball. But still. It’s only been a few minutes and I’m already... so... so tired.”

Stevonnie’s breathing grows shallower, each puff of air coming in staccato gasps in their exhaustion. They grit their teeth, hand clenching against the rose quartz gem at their midsection. Over time they’ve come to realize that maintaining any one of Steven’s shields or abilities for a long period of time is super taxing to them, more so than it is for the young half-Gem himself. Makes one wonder if that’s because they’re a 75% human hybrid, because of the nature of being a fusion, or because they simply haven’t trained enough together.

They moan, frustrated at this whole dumb scenario, desperately wondering if there’s anything they could’ve done differently to avoid it all together. Lars and his friends will find them soon once they follow their trail and do a flyby, hopefully, but there’s still so many variables to consider here. They quickly hop back onto their feet inside the bubble.

Stevonnie squints, for a moment thinking they can see dimmed starlight glinting off of a domed surface in the far distance. Perhaps there’s some Gem technology hidden away here that could prove useful. For now, all they can do is explore and wait.

Ch. 3

The dome encapsulates a gigantic garden. At least, what they can only guess was once a garden. All the plants have long since shriveled up into husks of their former glory, much like the hollowed-out moon hanging high above. There’s a single service doorway on the dome’s exterior, a feature Stevonnie is exceedingly lucky to have found before finally fading to exhaustion with their bubbling ability. Now freely wandering around the dome's interior, they approach a massive platform towards its center. Eyes glittering, they brush their hand against some eroded etchings in the old stone. They’re sure it used to be quite a sight to behold in its heyday, this whole complex. Such a shame time had to carry this place to eternal rest. What used to go on here, they wonder? What kinds of Gems would use this space? Did they all leave when the colony above was... fully drained of its resources?

Their nose crinkles just thinking about it.

Hey, they muse suddenly. Up at the top... I think that’s a warp pad.

Are you sure?

Pretty positive.

“Couldn’t hurt to look,” they mutter softly, climbing up the stairs. Their legs are still burning from the long walk they set upon to reach the dome in the first place.

When they reach the top they kneel in front of the warp, and place a palm flat upon it. They close their eyes, focusing their mind on the tangled web of warp stream signatures old users have left behind, almost like a fossilized travel record. Except it’s energy based. Well, kinda. They’re sure it’s far more complicated than that, but to be fair Steven wasn’t paying full attention to Pearl the day she was teaching him how to do this. His loss, Stevonnie thinks with a snort. They think all this Gem history stuff is pretty fascinating.

The web comes into focus in their mind’s eye, one particularly bright thread stretching further across the stars than any warp pad they’ve ever seen before can.

“Galaxy warp,” they breathe in giddy realization. “This is an actual, working galaxy warp! But- no!” they cry, grinding their hands into fists. “That means we can’t use it, because Earth doesn’t have an operationa—“

“Pink, is that finally you??” a high pitched voice cries in joy from the distance.

They whirl around in a flash, scanning the interior of the (perhaps not so?) extinct garden. The complex is massive, but it’s not long before they locate the origin of this new voice, trapped amongst the browned and hardened brambles.

Standing midway between the raised galaxy warp platform and the stagnant fountain at the center of the dome is a short pink Gem.

From this distance, they’d have to guess she’s maybe half their height, perhaps a little taller. Her gemstone is on her chest, a heart shaped type they don’t recognize. The Gem’s hair is pulled up into messy little buns, twisted to look like hearts themselves. She stands with her arms open wide, baggy eyes alight with anticipation as she waits for their response.

Mouth agape, Stevonnie skitters down the steps of the platform as fast as they can. Who is this Gem? Why is she alone in a withered garden, in the middle of deep space? And why are her feet literally bound by roots?? How long has she been standing here?

“Oh! Oh, hello! I, uh- I don’t think I’m who you’re looking for, sorry,” they say with an apologetic smile. “I’m Stevonnie. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you doing here all on your own?”

“I’m playing a game,” the small Gem replies simply, clasping her gloved hands together.

“A... game?”

“With my best friend, yes!” she enthuses. “She’ll come back any day now, I can just feel it.”

Her voice sounds chipper enough, but perhaps as a result of Connie’s lonely childhood and the walls a person learns to erect in those situations, Stevonnie can intimately sense the cracks in her facade. They may not yet understand the full scoop, but they can tell she's desperately trying to convince herself of her own cover story.

What on Earth happened to this Gem, here in this forgotten garden?

#su #su fanfic #steven universe #stevonnie #spinel #su fanfiction #hollowed moon #my writing stuff

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taffysannotatedsonichu · 5 years ago

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Sonichu 10 Page 93

MAGI-CHAN {narration}: The janitors needed a lot of 409 cleaner to clear all of Evan’s blood and guts off the floor. Sean was hung from the ceiling by his wrists; Allison, Bill, and Kellie shot him dead as target practice.

MAGI-CHAN {narration}: And Christian did not restrain Mao, because it was not required for the psychic treatment.

SFX: *Snap*

MAO: Aughh!!!

SFX: *Crack*

SFX: *Snlack*

SFX: *Snag*

CHRIS {thought}: My amends have been made.

“409 cleaner” refers to Formula 409, a brand of cleaning sprays. Though their official website doesn’t list “human blood and flesh” as things their products are known to clean, it does say their multi-purpose cleaner can, and I quote, “[pounce] on grease like a hungry kid on birthday cake”, and, I mean, if it can cut through grease, I’m sure it’ll help Chris in his particular little clean up.

Chris historically said he had the least issue with Sean, and thus his death is the least protracted. But it is still done by “people he has wronged”, here three of the human characters shown in Moon Pals, Bill Scwartz, Kellie Felix, and Allison Amber. Kellie’s age is somewhat ambiguous, so she might be the second underage girl to participate in this bloodbath. They shoot Sean dead as “target practice”, whatever that may mean (none of them ever pick up firearms again, so they probably aren’t training for anything, unless there’s something in their personal lives they aren’t telling us about). If anything, they should have had target practice beforehand so they don’t accidentally shoot each other or something while trying to shoot Sean.

The trio shoot Sean at least twelve times, at least based on what appear to be the exit wounds made by some of their bullets in Sean’s back. Also, for some reason, the door is open behind them, which would have potentially given Sean a way to escape had he been able to break from the rope surrounding his wrists.

Wait, didn’t Bill just say a few pages ago that he liked saving lives?

As Sean bleeds out in another room, Christian prepares to execute Mao personally, the only Asperpedia Four member to get a solo execution. It has previously been established that Chris can use any power from any of the EHPs he has created, which includes telekinesis from Magi-Chan. When he uses these powers, his eyes turn purple, like Magi-Chan’s fur (but not his eyes, his eyes are yellow). Chris moves Mao’s arms until they bend so far back they break. I notice now that all the members of the Asperpedia Four were dressed in white for this occasion, presumably to accentuate the blood. Chris does the same for Mao’s legs, leaving him literally a broken man. Chris does to Mao what he threatened to do to Jason - he breaks him dead. Crippling Mao apparently wasn’t enough to actually kill him, and thus Chris has to burst his heart with the same psychic powers. As Mao dies, Chris, with one hundred and six bodies under his belt this issue alone, finally declares that “[his] amends have been made”, signifying that he has finally achieved all he wanted to do this issue - kill anyone who so much as looked at him funny and proclaim his superiority to the world. Chris has finally achieved his director amenities.

#Sonichu 10 #Director Amenities #Christian Weston Chandler #magi chan sonichu #Bill Schwartz the Science Guy #kel the trainer #allison amber #sean august watley #Mao Ling

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haectemporasunt · 7 years ago

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wiratomkinder Shall do!

You have any good dreams lately? haectemporasunt hmm well the desperate gray clown monster this morning

was i telling you about the curse one?

i d have mentioned a play wiratomkinder That wasnt a dream that was an omen wiratomkinder And no u did not! haectemporasunt heheh haectemporasunt well! at this stage i m not sure i ll remember quite as much but

speaking of stephen king and joe hill and my crush on the girl from the ring

one of the things i ve always been into is the idea of kids banding together to defeat a supernatural evil and then later, (usually as teens), they have to go back and deal with it once and for all wiratomkinder Ooooooo haectemporasunt yeah it sounds cool but is kind of embarrassing bc you Know i m self inserting myself as one of those kids

snort ok anyway, this

dream followed that same sort of typical line haectemporasunt there was a play being performed at school and i had some bad presentiment about it, there was something i couldnt remember and i didnt want it performed, but since i cldnt articulate my fears couldnt convince the school to stop the play, nor cld i convince my younger brother not to star in it wiratomkinder Aughh that sounds stress inducing haectemporasunt so i m fiddling w my car and it s raining heavily and i m outside the auditorium, and the radio starts emitting static, and i stop fiddling w the light.... and i can distantly hear one of the play's (it was a musical i guess?) songs starting

and i Remembered haectemporasunt In my dream i just clenched up bc i remembered Her the Bad Thing and i remebered --and the memories were dizzying and made me feel ill, like waves of sickness that hit you inescapably and you know youre gonna vomit but there s no bathroom near wiratomkinder Hooooogh thats strong haectemporasunt when i was in school and my friends and i put on a play, and --i couldnt remember it all, but i rmemebered my friends and i in red coats [apparently doing the play but not in the auditorium, somewhere underground and filled with tree roots], standing around a big hole in stony ground, and stairs leading down , curving around the side into darkness, and i remember holding sheets of musical notes and old books, and i remember us saying things, and something going wrong

and whatever our goal was w our play, we must have gotten it, but we also got Her haectemporasunt you wld think she d have crawled up out of the dark but now

no*

i dont remember how she appeared but it wasnt from below, she was a symptom, not the source wiratomkinder Hooooly shit haectemporasunt and all of this is flashing in my head like how in my head i imagine epilepsy is like, and i m still in my car clutching at the air and whimpering but i m overcome with fear bc i m remembering and it s terrifying bc it means something happened to make me forget

and that s when i realize, firstly, that my friends, the others that performed the play with me in the underground room, most of them were no longer around and i didnt remember why or how but no one else remembered them either, there was just me and one other friend, and we didnt talk anymore,

and secondlly, i realized that it was almost pitch dark in my car even tho it was light outside the window, and the darkness was centered behind me wiratomkinder Jeeeeeeeeez haectemporasunt and you know that slow turn that ppl do in horror movies? and they see the Thing grinning at them? and then they die?

this is the cool part of my dream--or it was cool for me anyway bc , again, i m a sucker for these tropes

bc i imagined that happening, and i could feel Her behind me and i cld hear her teeth

but ... i had dealt with this before even tho i cldnt remember the details, and i knew looking behind me wld be Death

worse than death haectemporasunt bc death ends wiratomkinder hyoley shit haectemporasunt but i d dealt with her so i knew first , she would talk to me. because of our intense history [fuck you max and your fetish for killer undead women], she wld want to play w me a little, so i had an opening where she wldnt kill me outright wiratomkinder GGHFGHFFHH haectemporasunt so i was pretending i was still remembering , and i was slowly moving my hand towards the door handle haectemporasunt and i felt her hair brush against my ear and she whispered "i missed you, max. you have to look at me now"

and i grabbed the door handle and slammed against the car door to get out...but it was locked. wiratomkinder YEEEESH haectemporasunt so,

i have enough time to think, Shit haectemporasunt and then her arms are around my neck and she is twisting me so i will look at her back behind me in the back seat

her hands make me ache

(btw wtf was happening to me that i was feeling this? i can only think it was the tinge of a body part going numb, or i was sleeping on my neck wrong)

but in my hands i now had the , whatchamacallit, the program for jake's play,

and i kept getting flashes of what i wld look like from the outside as i died, but i Knew now that bc the program had words from the play on it, i cld use that paper as a barrier , albeit small , against her

but i had to look at her to hold the paper up against her wiratomkinder hyooooof like fighting a medusa riding a basilisk haectemporasunt hehehe

so i turn around and i m trying to look only at the paper as i shove it hard against her bedraggled ripped up chest as she s scratching at me, but in the corner of my eye i can see her face and it is.... nightmarish

ha, literally wiratomkinder OH NOO haectemporasunt she is grinnig impossibly wide--and her head is so big, it s bigger than her body or that's how it feels--like, it s normal sized, but ,,,,, it feels really close up against you even when she s separated from you by a chair...it s hard to describe but you can feel something is immense and monstrous inside and 'beyond' her

she s bigger than this corpse she s using wiratomkinder Yess like a weird perception thing

Your field of vision zooms tf in haectemporasunt i m nost sure how to describe her face in a way that actuall y evokes the terror

especially when, ha, you cld summarize her homicidal glee as 'Dead and Loving It'

but her face was smashed

like porcelain wiratomkinder Yee gotcha gotcha wiratomkinder Oof haectemporasunt black cracks, red meat, and her eyes were really horrible and big, and her mouth was too wide, inhumanly wide, and cracked too haectemporasunt and she was very happy and furious to see me

we apparently had unfinished business that involved me being brutally broken

and then worst than killed

ha sorry i m taking too long wiratomkinder No ur good!

I wanna know whats up with ms. Corpse bride over here haectemporasunt i pushed the paper aginst her and she was trying to throttle me and she was laughing in this quiet whispery way that was...super creepy bc it was like immense passion whistling out of cracks haectemporasunt and w my free hand i m scrabbling at the door lock, and finally it comes freen but now the paper is basically being sandwiched btw me and Her, we re pressed against each other and that sbad bc she s making me hallucinate that i m already dead and broken , like, i can see that my neck got broken when the car's tires somehow rolled over my neck haectemporasunt (i guess that was a power of hers, remembering deaths and then they become real?)

but the door gets free and i tumble backwards out of the car and slam it shut!!!!! wiratomkinder FREEDOM!!!! haectemporasunt yeah!!! haectemporasunt god it felt so good, id outwitted ( """"outwitted"""") her once again, and she cldnt leave the car for some reason--in waking hours i think, maybe bc it was still daylight even tho rain? or bc it was open sky? but in the dream i just Knew she cldnt follow me . i was safe until i went back indoors

which i wld have to do in order to enter the auditorium and stop the play haectemporasunt but i was remembering this wasnt the first time i d outwitted her! i cld remember dank school corridors and a blue tiled pool and other situations where i d managed to evade her,e ven as she crawled into other people and burst them apart from the inside

knowledge...with knowledge you cld survive against her, but there was something you needed to forget too, and i was starting to remember that too haectemporasunt in fact i cld remember the last time, the time the third to last of our friend group died, and friend (the one i didnt speak to anymore) and i had agreed that we needed to forget wiratomkinder Hyoooooooogh wiratomkinder Tactical amnesia haectemporasunt it was camping, we were desperate and trying to escape the play's consequences (which went beyond Her bc she was a mere symptom rmemeber) , we d made a sacrifice, done a ritual, and we were trying to isolate ourselves, and i remember watching my friend die in that campsite, i cant remember what happened now, i think their tent collapsed, and then something was in the collapsed tent with them, and we cld just see their squirming body and hear this ... sink disposal unit sound

and i nearly died in my tent with Her on top of me, squeezing my throat and slamming me rhythmically with one of the tomes we d used in the play ritual, just smashing me in the face and her horrible smile

and the remaining friend had intervened, and she dug her fingernail under my eye and then she was gone

and that was when we decided we had to forget wiratomkinder Holy shit haectemporasunt sadly that was getting near the end

i remember the auditorium being very red and i remember my brother and his friends looking up as i approached

i remember the terrible importance of what i d chosen to forget

and i dont know what She was except she was partly a Force ie a force of (super)nature and that she d also once been a girl with feelings and perhaps love in her heart haectemporasunt but sadly i cant really remember anything else

just me and my papers trying to convince others not to commit the same mistakes i did i guess? wiratomkinder Holy shit

Thats really somethin!!! haectemporasunt i m kinda sad bc if i were to copy paste this for tumblr to enjoy someone s gonna be like Lol gravity falls forgetting plot

or something wiratomkinder Awww naw i dunno haectemporasunt but i really liked it! and not just bc i felt important and knowledgable wiratomkinder Dreams is dreams they happen as they happen

And hell yeah! That was an adventure!

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