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[essycogany]

Rare But Not So Rare Sonic Moments

Sonic Swooning Over Amy

So, Sonic’s been kind of the driving force of Sonamy recently. Let’s analyze that.

I’ll show Sonic having feelings for Amy in almost every media aside from Fleetway and the two cartoons she isn’t in. I’ll also present the “whys” in more detail then just “Amy calmed down.” While that’s part of it, I’d like to add my own can of worms. And possible headcanons too. Bear in mind I never grew up with Sonic, so forgive my mixed opinions.

While I love Amy having a crush on Sonic like the energetic sugarplum she is, nowadays Sonic’s oddly been the drive of their dynamic. Any examples of it beforehand? Let’s look outside of the games first.

Sonic X

This Sonic takes more time to himself. He’s introverted, so his feelings for her isn’t displayed as obviously as the others. In fact, most people think he didn’t like her in this show because of how much he runs away. He even manipulated her by flirting in one episode. In my opinion this show has Sonic running away from Amy more often than not. Hot take: Sonic and Amy never had a real conversation either. They don’t…talk like they do now. Unless you count,

“Oh, Sonic I love you!” “Ah! C’mon, Amy. Knock it off!” No, it wasn’t constant but still common.

From my point of view, the conversations were short lived to none existent. It was the same in the earlier games too. Compared to how they talked to other characters or now, you might be able to notice. At least until Sonic And The Black Night were he talks to both The Lady Of The Lake and Amy. The two would also have visual gags of Sonic getting aggressively hugged by Amy. Or Amy falling on her face while trying. Aside from one moment in Sonic Riders where Sonic put Amy in danger, it wasn’t good or bad. Just cartoony for lack of a better term.

Maybe I’m just insane. You decided.

Anyhow, their dynamic in X is clearly built on actions. Like Amy giving Sonic a seashell bracelet and Sonic giving her a rose. Those little things. While I do prefer them being able to hold longer conversations, I don’t mind how X handles them. But let’s get to Sonic’s crush. I assume in Sonic X Sonic is conflicted. He’ll run away from Amy or try to pull from her on most occasions and others Sonic would constantly hold onto her when he doesn’t have to. For a long period on time no less. Amy’s the same way. One moment she’d be head over heels and other she’s bashful. Goes to show how young they were I guess. I have no clue as to why Sonic liked her back because there wasn’t much to go off of. Except the bracelet moment or her general kindness like feeding him one time. She was a bit much to him and most characters back then.

It’s possible Sonic just liked her and that was it, but I’d imagine due to all of the hand holding and small reciprocated gestures were enough to convey something was there. Straight forward and simple like the show itself. I headcanon this Sonamy being where the boyfriend gets dragged into a relationship and is fine with it. This version of Sonic’s attraction seems to be chaotic pink hedgehogs apparently.

Sonic Boom

Should I even explain it? Might as well because not only do I have something different to say, but these two haven’t been brought up much. Sonic and Amy’s romance mostly is played for laughs. Not saying their love for each other means less because of that, but the humor is the main reason they exist. Much like why in the main canon they started out the way they did. Regardless, I’ll dive deeper into Boom!Sonic’s affection for Amy to the best of my ability.

Boom!Sonic is egotistical, so whenever he thinks Amy’s crushing on someone else, it bothers him. Apparently he’s the only one she’s allowed to like. No “Radical Speedsters” or “Celebrities” can take her attention away from him. Like in Sonic X he tries to keep his crush to a minimum. Even though both him and Amy are terrible at it.

The moment in “Fortress Of Squalitude” a episode where everyone is a bit rude to Amy, close to the end Sonic says, “We may have a hard time saying it Amy. But…well you know.” Then she responds with, “Yeah, I know.” It’s such a sweet moment. Not as powerful as most moments with them but for Boom it’s very nice. Sonic and the others still value her as part of the team, but it’s Sonic who expresses it out loud. Goes to show how much he cares about her for even attempting to open up in this instance. Didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Amy understood perfectly. I also noticed how much he tries his best to impress her. When he needs to returned her book back, finds her hammer in Archie, (Vector did it in the show and Sonic got jealous) shows off randomly or dreams about her, and stopped racing to get her some eggs in one episode.

The funny thing about this Sonic is how much of a people pleaser he can be. Especially since the towns people are very spoiled and ungrateful. He wants to be needed and that’s possibly why he goes out of his way to do special things for Amy like go out on picnics, implied dates, and comforts her. She’s very take charge in Boom and Sonic has no problem calling her out when he needs to. Much like Amy in the show and games. Sonic will even put effort into doing things he doesn’t feel like doing for her. How honorable of him. Sure, sometimes he tries to make her jealous and isn’t perfect, but he tries. I believe Sonic likes Amy because again like Sonic X Boom isn’t canon, so more outright reciprocated feelings are allowed in this case. Not to mention the dude likes being shipped with her in the show. Which is a win in my book.

Sonic enjoys bugging Amy much like a playful boyfriend. He probably admires her leadership, but I’m saying this by observation. It could be for anything. Maybe he thinks she’s cute when she’s mad and finds her temper amusing. It could also be for her stubbornness. Some people like each other because of how much they can relate to their partner and in Sonic Boom’s case they’re two cuts of the same cloth. Although still different, due to the show’s theme, they carry the same condescending, slightly self centered, hotheaded, stubborn, and humorous traits. But they’re still good hedgehogs with a heart of gold and usually makes reasonable decisions. Not to mention they’re both equally shy about their crushes. In Sonic Boom, Sonic and Amy is that married couple who doesn’t get along much, but when they do you’ll understand why they stay together.

Reboot Archie Sonic

I haven’t read the comics (unless you count watching a few dubs and internet reviews) but I’ll give my limited thoughts. Luckily there’s not much to say. Although most people believe it was unintentional, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch that someone from Archie thought it was a fun idea to have Sonic crush on somone in this reboot. Maybe it’s unintentional but it doesn’t seem that way.

I’m basically using this part of the post to ramble about how Reboot Archie’s Sonic still manages to be a casanova. He’s like a mixture of his old self and how he is in the games. That’s also why he acts the way he does around Amy. Could it also possibly mean he’s meant to like her canonically too? Reboot Archie did have to follow a more accurate way of writing Sonic after all. Anyways, let’s run down the list of Game!Sonic if he was allowed to be down bad for Amy like they’re already dating. Which is how I view this continuity. It’s basically if Boom and X had a weird fusion and this version of Sonic’s crush was the result. Except here he manages to be more bold and upfront. He knows what he’s doing. Here’s a run down.

First of all, THIS. No joke, more of these interactions would send me to the moon. I would explain why but the panel speaks for itself.

Sonic says, “I was worried about you.” Which he hasn’t admitted to her before this to my knowledge. He states this by giving her a side hug. Along with other out of nowhere physical affection and flirting. Not to single out Sonally fans. Sonic and Sally clearly have a close connection people appreciate and I respect that. In any case, Sonic and Amy in Reboot Archie also matches energies so much. They’re both clearly running off the same brain cell. You’d think they were together. They’d be a chaotic couple that’ll do the most outlandish things and somehow manage to survive them. After willfully risking their lives they’d do it again because being normal and safe is boring. I promise you, this version of Sonamy would be a huge force to be reckoned with.

-I’d also like to mention my friend Salty showed an example of Sonic being jealous of Knuckles coming with Amy on a mission and it’s brilliant. Dude gets all bratty about it too. Archie!Sonic does not play around. The post in question.

Sonic Prime

Already talked about this in another post, but I want to mention it again. Prime!Sonic is the most sensitive version of the character, so it’s no surprise he displays his admiration for Amy freely and out loud.

This moment says enough on its own. Sonic’s like this throughout the entirety of Prime and even changes the tone of his voice when speaking to or about her. It’s so authentic and adorable and makes him stand out against other variants.

Amy’s crush on Sonic in Prime is up to interpretation, but I don’t think she likes him in that way personally. Like other characters, Amy tends to be done with Sonic’s childishness. Guess she thinks he’s probably too immature to be boyfriend material whether she has feelings or not. Sonic on the other hand, acts how you wouldn’t expect. I personally see him as his own interpretation, so I’m fine with it. If he wants to have goo-goo eyes for Amy in Prime, it’s cool.

Prime!Sonic has it bad and I wouldn’t be shocked if he’d be the one wanting to go out on dates. Maybe he’d cook dinner for her sense he cooks in the show. I’d imagine Amy declining at first, but does it after his constant begging. They’d be swapped version of most emotional to least emotional. Prime!Amy would be a girlfriend who feels more like a parent than a partner.

Unleashed/Black Night

No one can bring up Sonic Unleashed without the lovely Amy meeting the Werehog scene. I love how Sonic didn’t like Amy hugging him, but right after she left he solemnly mopes around for probably the first and last time. He’s never in any game slowly moped around disappointedly before. Proving he only has certain reactions when it comes to Amy Rose. At least in some continuities. Unleashed gives you a choice to go on a date with Amy or not. Then the next game Sonic Team followed through with it, but ended up having Amy mad at Sonic for missing it. At least Sonic tried. Not to mention his reaction to The Lady Of The Lake and him flirting is fun to watch.

See how Sonic still likes her back but it isn’t because she’s “calmed down?” She’s still the same excitable love strucked Amy. There must be something more to it. Other than the obvious answer with Sonic Team wanting to do something with the pear. I have no idea why but having multiple hints even in the past must’ve been done for the fun of it. “We created this love interest but then railed back to Sonic not reciprocating her feeling. But we still want to market them as a couple in some way.” This franchise never cease to confuse me.

Amy encouraging Sonic in one of the cutscenes could’ve been where he started liking her back. Not in the way he does now, but he admired her none stop compassion and might’ve wanted to return the favor. “Eh, she’s sweet. Maybe a date won’t be so bad.” The fact he went out of his way to get her a chilidog and flirted with a different version of her should tell you enough. Of course it would take a while before anything else happened. 

IDW/Sonic Frontiers

Yeah, after issue 2, Sonic’s never felt the need to run from Amy. From the comics to Sonic Frontiers there’s a lot of moments of Sonic being somewhat emotionally candid. Not by much, but close. I believe Amy’s the reason for that in a way. Sonic’s not afraid to hang out with her anymore. He even hugs her back on some occasions. “Ames” was a nickname from fanfics and Boom which became canon over time and he occasionally calls her that.

Sonic wishes to share an umbrella and spend more time with her. He also gets excited to see her more often. It’s like Reboot Archie but slightly toned down. At least up until the hard to trigger lines from Sonic Frontiers. The same game where he outright admits to being worried about Amy and smiles back at her with a Coco looking between the two. Then he supports Amy’s decision to leave etc. We all know where we are now.

Crazy how the more you look into this franchise the more tiny details you notice. It’s also crazy how much Sonic’s been into the love interest he originally was already supposed to love. To me, Sonic had a crush on Amy in Unleashed but fell in love with her in IDW. What makes Sonamy gripping though is how unique it is compared to most romantic relationships. Leaves it to be more entertaining whenever something unexpected happenes. It keeps you engaged.

Why Sonic Crushes On Amy?

1. Amy doesn’t want to slow him down. Obviously because of IDW issue 2’s love confession with Amy saying “I can’t change you. I don’t want to change you.” Amy joins Sonic and he includes her more often because of that. His speed is no match for her persistence anyways.

2. She shows compassion and love for those around her. Not just to Sonic, but everyone. She’s the definition of soft hearted. Even for people Sonic and his friends would be weary about. Think about now in the recent comics and games where Sonic’s trying it out. I do think it should be more of Amy’s thing then Sonic’s but it just goes to show how much she probably inspired him. Who knows? Even in the past he had respect Amy for her tenderheartedness.

3. Amy’s energy matches Sonic’s. Though sometimes she can be overly enthusiastic compared to him. Even before now, Amy’s always been adventurous and that’s probably something Sonic liked from the start. Not in a romantic way, but in a respectful way. If he were to have a partner he’d need someone to keep him grounded and be on the same level. No exceptions.

4. Her loyalty. No matter what Sonic does (including times she disagrees) she’s one of Sonic’s most loyalist companions. Obviously other characters are too, but Amy has her being a long time childhood friend/Sonic 06 and Unleashed going for her. 06 for trusting Sonic over Silver and Unleashed for still loving Sonic despite his transformation. Heck, before she knew who the Werehog was she wasn’t disgusted. Amy’s commendable for that.

From all these points here physical attraction isn’t included. What I like about both characters is their crushes don’t stem to how they look. Though it is worth mentioning Sonic has called Amy “Radiant” in TMOSTH, but that’s probably the closest we’ll ever get to an outright physical compliment. From Sonic at least.

- Side note thanks to @saltynsassy31 again, Sonic and Amy’s dynamic can be summed up as not a relationship but rather a situationship. Yes, it’s a real word. What does it mean? Basically two friends who has crushes on each other but doesn’t do anything about it. Just a fun detail for you guys.

Why Did Sonic Run From Amy In The Past?

I’ll make this quick, but the reason Sonic ran from Amy wasn’t because he didn’t like her. On the contrary. Sonic always could’ve ran at his normal speed to get away from her. Sonic’s the fastest thing alive. Why would he let someone he “didn’t like” catch up to him? I personally think he enjoyed the thrill of the chase. It’s why I believe he misses it nowadays. Though I do understand Sonic didn’t often treat Amy like a friend. Not in a way I can understand at least. Not that I think their relationship was bad, but from what I’ve seen, it was more told then shown due to Sonic and the gang not including her on missions. Amy normally had to catch up with them which was a running gag. Especially in SA2. It might be why some prefere her in stuff like Reboot Archie, Boom, IDW, and Frontiers. Because Amy’s friends includes her on adventures now. At least in my opinion. Correct me if I missed anything.

Final Headcanon

Since Sonic in the games has been the one to push the Sonic side of Sonamy much more then Amy does for herself, I’d like to think in most cases (especially as their dynamic grows) Sonic would start carrying other versions of him traits like trying to mess with her.

He’d want to get her to chase him more often and Amy would probably ask once or twice, “What’s going on and why are you acting weird?” He’d definitely play it off as him fooling around. Sonic doesn’t know much about romance, but he does know what Amy likes. Maybe he’d ask her out or go on a bunch of traveling missions. Anything to get her to pay attention to him again. After all, there’s been examples of the guy feeling ignored by her in and out of canon. It’s possible.

-There’s also a consistent detail where Sonic’s finally ready to open up but has to deal with Amy doing her own thing. Or when he’s face with different variants of her, he’s flirtatious with them. For the fastest thing alive, he has terrible timing when it comes to making his mind up.

Conclusion

Welp, there you have it, darlings. Examples of Sonic crushing on Amy more than some would think. It’s a Sonic character analysis and Sonamy post all in one. I know there’s more, but I think this gathers examples from the actual content.

Stay Creative! 💜

[jrreigns]

Concert Goers

A/N: Teehee, I got cancelled on last minute for a concert and this is my coping mechanism. ~800 words of smut without much plot.

CW: Sex in a public place, sort of dom!Levi, protected sex (*looks at sticky note* no glove, no love amiright), one night stand.

Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers!

“Y-yes, Levi-i, right there. Ah-,” a hand moved to clamp your mouth shut.

“You’re going to need to lower your voice, there’s still people outside,” he whispers in your ear, his cock stilling against you as you whine in protest.

How incredulous, you could hardly believe it. You had your legs parted, pinned against a bathroom door by someone you hardly knew, when you were supposed to be seated, waiting patiently for the concert to start; you had truly surprised yourself this time around. All because your “friend” cancelled last minute, forcing you to sell the ticket to some random stranger.

Actually, a hot stranger.

A rather nice one too, serious and kept to himself. Talk was polite and considerate, he himself used to attending concerts alone and not wanting to bug you.

You told him how your friend cancelled, leaving you to fend for yourself at a concert, you who had a deep fear of doing anything alone. Everything was just polite discussion as he commended you for coming anyway.

Polite, up until a couple of drinks later when you began stumbling over your words, mumbling about how your friend was actually someone you wanted to be with romantically and how tremendously sad you felt. There must be something wrong with me, you remember thinking, but then realized you had said it out loud as Levi had given you a blank stare, his eyes flashing with something unrecognizable.

You had barely made it past the opening act when the sudden need to puke bubbled in your stomach (in part because of the drinks and in part due to the crippling nerves that were beginning to overwhelm you) and Levi offered to accompany you to the bathrooms.

How pathetic, you thought.

Levi must like pathetic.

Levi begins moving deeply within you again, and you let out wanton moans as the bathroom stall door rattled against the force of his movements. He places soft kisses against the column of your neck, before trailing towards the side, sinking his teeth in the conjuncture of your neck and shoulder.

“Ah fuck, that little shit doesn’t know what he’s missing,” he growled, before going back to that menacing pace, the one that took your breath away. He removes his hand to grip your hip and then to your leg, bringing it higher and locking it in place. He gives you a look to try and stay quiet.

You can do nothing but lean your head against the crook of his neck in efforts to be silent, the wet sounds of his cock meeting your dripping cunt to the hilt inundating your mind. Your eyes were wide, a fucked out haze permeating through them, all you could do was take it and take it you did, whimpering in delight against him. You wondered how you’d look once this was done, lipstick smeared, eyeliner smudged due to the fat tears slipping down your cheeks.

Levi pulls away to look at you, half lidded grey eyes so stormy and ablaze at the same time, the one arm holding your leg up letting go in order to wrap around your arched back to bring you closer, and the other coming to circle fingers upon your sensitive clit, snapping those delicious hips against you with a force.

“Such a pretty girl, such a brave girl, you want to cum?” The praise triggers deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed. You nod frantically against his shoulder and he shifts so that at the new angle his pelvis grinds against you clit, so deliciously considerate, his cock now moving within your wet walls as Levi opted to rut into you.

“Cum then, pretty. Cum on my cock.”

You can feel yourself getting close. You begin to let out a string of curses, his name punctuating them all, seeking out your high as your pupils dilate, hand trying to grip anything on the flat plane of the door in an effort to ground yourself. There’s nothing but the man fucking you.

“Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to cum. I need you to cum princess, your pussy feels so fucking good.”

His words are too much for you as you come hard around him, letting out a frantic cry as Levi began snapping his hips quickly against you. Outside, you can hear the audience begin to cheer, the band you came to see probably already playing. Suddenly he stops, trying to push as deep as he could. You feel his cock pulsate once, twice, and then he’s groaning as he comes into his condom, the pulsating feeling making your walls quiver with overstimulation.

Levi pulls away from you and takes a good look at you, admiring eyes that made you look away with sudden shyness.

“You’re a mess, let’s get you cleaned up.” All you can do is nod shakily in response.

[taki-yaki]

I’ve got a prompt idea. Maybe this Tav is a natural mind reader, even before the tadpole, so she immediately knows Astarion is a vampire who’s terrified of being hunted down. Since I’m a sucker for protective Tav, maybe she keeps his secret for as long as possible, or secretly helping him find some wildlife when his hunger gets worse…

Oooh, I like the idea of this. I will take some notes from the Aberrant Mind Sorcerer subclass and the great old one Warlock subclass, which does have telepathy-themed spells and feats.

Astarion x Mind Reader Tav Headcanons

For as long as you can remember, you were gifted with telepathy, allowing you to read other people’s thoughts through a simple glance. You tried to keep this skill hidden from others, in the fear of what others would do to you if they ever discovered your gift, making yourself somewhat of a loner, preferring the company of silence to others.

However, fate thought otherwise, by being abducted by the nautiloid with a mind flayer parasite being unceremoniously inserted into you, amplifying your abilities tenfold, now being able to just read surface-level thoughts undetected, without having to focus on a singular person at a time.

This, unfortunately, leads to accidentally learning too much about your new traveling companions, with private thoughts now being picked up on, from Shadowheart and Laezel’s constant bickering being transmitted constantly to you, to Gale’s seemly never-ending thoughts leading you to have constant headaches whenever he goes off on a theory of his.

However, when you brush minds with Astarion, you quickly discover that he’s a vampire, a blood-sucking beast of the night. Seemly able to walk in the sun unharmed, thanks in part to the tadpole.

Every night at camp, you try to keep a close eye on his thoughts in an attempt to focus on what his intentions are with you.

Most of his surface-level thoughts range from either commenting on others' fashion choices, to practising his latest lines he wants to perform.

“Is Gale wearing new boots? They’d look better on me than him.”

“Hmm Laezel, sharp as a blade but sweet as a… no that won’t do.”

But something seemed to lie deeper, fear. Fear of what the others would do upon discovering your secret, knowing that you are more fiend than friend. It reminds you of your past self, wanting to hide from the world. Besides he doesn’t want to harm anyone, but just wants to survive like you. 

In an attempt to help him out, you try to discreetly hunt out and weaken boars to take back to camp and cook, in hopes that he can use the opportunity to drain the creature before the others get suspicious of his night treks into the woods.

Although this doesn’t last all too long before someone figures out he’s a vampire, you try to defend him, acting as if you are entirely clueless, much to Gale’s annoyance.

Eventually, others at camp notice how you stare at Astarion so often at camp, which makes them think you have fallen head over heels for him.

“Aww Tav are you eyeing up fangs again?” Karlach shouted at you from behind. 

This inflates his ego quite a bit, “Well, of course, I mean look at me”. This leads to him thinking you’ve fallen head over heels for him in his mind. Constantly thinking of ways to charm you in his head, causing you to turn your head away to stop reading his mind to avoid you from melting on the spot in embarrassment.

Despite your companion's comments, you’re always by his side, whenever you feel his saddest or fear you are there ready to comfort him.

One night, he jokes to you, “You know darling, you always seem to know when to be in the right place at the right time. It’s as if you can read minds, even without that worm in your pretty head.”

At that moment, it felt like time slowed down, did he know, were you being too obvious, what if he doesn’t want to talk to me ever again? What if-

A cold hand touched your chin, “Darling, are you alright? You looked leagues away then”

“Was it something I said? I only joked if that you could read minds, wait-”

Opening his mouth “Can you read minds?”

Turning to meet his ruby eyes, all you can do is silently nod. You wait with baited breath for him to yell out at you, or just get up and leave. But he doesn’t, instead giving you a tooth grin, excited by the prospect. 

Ever since then, every day he asks you non-stop, for either the latest gossip from others in camp or teasing you by thinking of all the inappropriate things he’ll do to you, when you are talking to others, to just simple things by stating how beautiful you look today. Eventually, the others catch on to your abilities since Astarion couldn’t keep his mouth shut for all too long and explained the constant silent staring.

Despite his relentless teasing, you still use your powers to check if anyone had any nefarious intentions with Astarion, ever since the meeting with the Gur you want to protect him from anyone who could be a spy for Cazador. For all the work you put in to ensure his safety, he tries to repay you, through other means.

Going around camp to make sure that Shadowheart and Lae’zel stop their squabbles, to Gale’s overthinking. At times if it gets to be too much for you, he’ll take you away from camp to try and give you peace of mind. He even offers you tadpole elixirs to try and reduce the constant stream of thoughts from making your head explode, especially when you reach Baldur’s Gate.

After the tadpole is gone, it takes time for you to adjust back to your usual abilities, having to relearn them. You and Astarion decide to settle down somewhere quiet in the countryside, away from busy buzzing minds. Both of you seem to have quite a bit to relearn, from his spider climb abilities and regenerative healing to your telepathy. But this time you’re not alone, you have someone who isn’t afraid of what you are and accepts you for being you.

[odessastone]

The Name of God on Their Lips

The past didn’t want to stay buried. Sloan had convinced themselves of that.

Wrote a little horror fic for Venture. Read it HERE

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

what if it's you, and what if it's me, and what if that's all that we need it to be

bruiseshipping exchange fic for @fancypersonaskeletonturtle! I hope you enjoy it, I managed to get all the prompts combined into this <3

@ninjago-drabbles

cross posted to ao3

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Cole’s thoughts were all jumbled up as he and Jay hiked up the mountain. They’d finally gotten him back after so long, but Jay was amnesiac. He couldn’t remember anything from before the Merge. Nothing about his parents, or his time as a ninja, or their relationship together. That last one hurt the most. But that was why they were going up this mountain right now — maybe if Cole brought Jay to places they’d gone before, he would remember.

“It’s not much further,” Cole told Jay. They were about three-quarters of the way up, only half an hour or so before they reached the top. 

“O- okay,” Jay stumbled over his words. 

Cole should probably talk. He had been silent for most of the trip, not usually a problem when someone else was doing the talking, but Jay wasn’t as talkative anymore. It was like being in the Administration had stripped him of all his personality. “Um, the view up there is very nice,” he said awkwardly. “You can practically see all of the realms from there.” The view hadn’t always been like that — before the Merge it showed a lush forest. Now it showed a nonsensical mix of landscape that ranged from tundra all the way to desert. Cole had spent days trying to track down the mountain now that the world was so different.

“Even Imperium?” Jay cracked a dry smile. 

“Well, maybe not Imperium, but pretty much everywhere else,” Cole said sheepishly. He twisted the bracelet on his wrist, a habit he’d picked up while in the Land of Lost Things. 

“Must be nice.”

“It is.”

Reaching the top of the mountain, they really could see all the merged realms. Cole looked over at Jay, searching for any hint of recognition. He didn’t find any. 

Jay sniffled. “I… I don’t remember this,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

Cole pushed down the pang of hurt he felt. It wasn’t completely unexpected for Jay not to remember this, and not fair of him to be upset about it when it wasn’t anyone’s fault. Nobody could have predicted Jay’s amnesia. “That’s alright. This place is pretty different from what it was before the Merge.”

“We can still stay for a while though, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

~

Getting back to the Monastery took another three hours. The trek to the mountain had taken quite a while, and climbing up took even longer. By the time they arrived home, Jay was ready to collapse on his bed and sleep. Of course, he used the term ‘home’ loosely. The Monastery was more home than the Administration, but he couldn’t remember any of it. Couldn’t remember any late movie nights that must have taken place, or training sessions, or even just goofing around with his friends. 

Jay knew that it must hurt everyone for him not to remember. Going to the mountain with Cole had been an incredible experience. He only wished he could remember the first time they went together.

Cole knocked on the open door, a nonverbal request to be let in. “Door’s open,” Jay said. 

“I brought a photo album,” Cole said quietly. He held up a bright blue monstrosity of a folder, decorated with stickers and glitter. “I thought maybe this could jog your memory?”

“Yeah, sure,” Jay patted the space next to him on the bed. Cole sat down and opened the folder. 

“I didn’t realise people still used those,” Jay joked. Anything to get rid of the awful mood that hung in the room.

Cole shrugged. “Probably not a lot, but Master Wu is — was old fashioned. And I think it’s more sentimental than a phone.”

“I guess,” Jay turned to look at the photos.

The first page of the book showed two handwritten notes. The first was obviously written by Cole. To Jay, it said. I love you more than words can express. Meeting you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You mean the world to me and I love you more than what can be written on this paper.

The second seemed to be from Jay. He had no memory of writing it, of course he didn’t, but it seemed very heartfelt. I love you, Cole. You’re my best friend, my love, my soulmate, my ride-or-die. Cheers to a new beginning <3

Jay could feel Cole staring at him, begging wishing hoping for him to remember. Jay turned the page and looked at the photos pasted on it. There were several on this one: a selfie of them at some sort of cafe, holding up pastries and smiling; a picture someone else had taken of them curled up on the couch asleep; them covered in mud and dripping wet, with the caption ‘went fishing and failed.’ All sorts of memories that Jay desperately wanted to remember but couldn’t. Looking at these photos made him feel like a stranger peering into someone else’s life.

Jay’s gaze drifted to the next page. It showed similar pictures, of them making flower crowns and having lunch together and smiling and laughing and being happy. He stroked the one of them dancing a duet. The photo was dimly lit, and the resolution wasn’t great, but Jay could tell it was one of the best memories just from how happy they looked in it.

~

Cole looked at Jay and tried not to cry. He was showing no recognition of anything so far, but they weren’t even halfway through the book yet. Maybe something would click later on. He watched as Jay flipped through the pages. His heart stuttered when Jay touched the photo of them dancing a duet. Did he remember that one? To Cole, it was one of the most important moments in their relationship.

“So, first date?” Jay looked at Cole hopefully. He put on an award winning smile and held out his hand. “I have plans, if you want to.”

Cole laughed. “Haven’t we already gone on a date?” He teased. 

“Fighting evil together does not count!” Jay swatted Cole’s arm. “I was thinking more of a night out. Not for fighting the forces of darkness or anything, just us going to the club and having fun.”

“A club? You’ve found one that will let in two underage teenagers?”

“I have my ways,” Jay smirked. “Soo, do you want to, or no?”

“You already know the answer to that, Sparky.”

“Stop and let me live out the teenage romance movie, please?”

“Of course, my good sir.”

Jay smiled and tugged on Cole’s arm. “Our chariot awaits!” He pointed at the lightning jet — it had been given a makeover for the occasion, with fairy lights and fake candles scattered about. Even the windows were decorated with little heart stickers. 

“You did all this?” Cole looked at Jay in surprise. 

“Of course! It’s our first date and you expected no romantic lighting? The horror!” Jay faked fainting, draping an arm on his head and the other around his stomach.

“You’re such a dork.”

“It’s one of my best traits,” Jay said. “Get dressed and we’ll meet here in ten?”

“Sure.”

Getting to the club took only a few minutes. Jay had chosen a good place, and going by air meant the commute was even shorter. 

“Good sir,” Jay bowed and opened the door for Cole. He was especially striking that night, dressed in a navy blue suit. His hair had been gelled to the side, obviously with Kai’s hair products. 

Cole smiled. “Thank you,” he said as he stepped out. The entrance to the building was lit up in neon lights, blue and pink and red and green. 

Jay walked over and hooked his arm around Cole’s. “We’re gonna be the best dressed couple at the dance,” he joked. “Absolute ten-out-of-ten.”

“Oh?”

“Well, yeah! Or at least, you will. I mean, you’re stunning! Not that you’re not always stunning, but—“ 

Cole put a finger to Jay’s lips. “You look amazing as well, so shut up.”

���Tickets?” A gruff voice interrupted the moment. Cole looked up at the security guard. 

“Oh, yeah. Here,” Jay pulled out his phone and showed it to the guard. 

Whatever he had shown must have been satisfactory, because the guard grunted and let them in.

“Wow,” Cole breathed. The club was incredible and kind of overwhelming — bright disco lights bathing the room in colour, a snack bar with people crowded around, music blaring loudly.

“Yeah, that was my reaction too,” Jay grinned. 

A loud crashing sound from outside stopped Cole from answering. “— no, we’re here on official ninja business,” Kai’s voice said. Of course the others had followed them. 

Jay rolled his eyes fondly and grabbed Cole. “C’mon, let’s outrun them.”

“They’re such stalkers,” Cole agreed.

 They pushed through the crowd to the dance floor, where the chances of being found were slim. “A dance?” Jay held out his arm. “I’ve been practicing for weeks.”

Cole took his hand. “Good thing I can dance too, then,” he said. 

They slow danced like that for what felt like an eternity in the best way possible.

~

Cole snapped out of his memories to the sound of Jay turning the page. “This is all us?” Jay asked. His expression was strange — not exactly wistful, but it was something close. As if he didn’t quite understand the photos, but wished he could.

Cole cleared his throat. “Yeah, that album is just the two of us, but there are more that have the others.”

“There’s a lot in here,” Jay said softly. He gestured to the dozens of pages, all of which  held at least three photos each. 

“We knew each other for a long time,” Cole shrugged. “That’s like five years of photos.”

“Five years,” Jay said, like they were foreign words. 

“Five years,” Cole agreed. 

~

The next day, Cole brought Jay to the old coffee shop they used to frequent. The place hadn’t changed despite everything — even after the Merge, it was still painted the same shade of grey and the floor was still suspiciously sticky. The menu hadn’t gotten anything new added. The same display case showed the exact same pastries as five years ago. Even the cat looked the same, unkept orange fur and a confused expression. Everything about this place made it perfect for jogging Jay’s memory — the mountain was pretty different now, but old Mr. Chan’s coffee shop was exactly the same.

“This is Mr. Chan’s,” Cole said to Jay. “We used to come here all the time. It hasn’t changed a bit,” he chuckled. 

Jay still had that mildly confused, sorrowful expression on. “And we got… coffee? Here?”

“Yep,” Cole nodded. “Is anything familiar?”

Jay paused for a moment, seemingly considering it, and then shook his head. Any hope Cole had felt shattered.

“That’s alright,” Cole smiled. He hoped that Jay couldn’t still tell the difference between which of his smiles were genuine and which were forced. “You wanna order?”

“Sure.”

~

Jay stared down at his coffee. It was delicious — perfect amount of sugar and cream, and the coffee itself was amazing too. Cole sat across from him, drinking an abomination of sugar and caramel. How he could stand to drink that, Jay would never know.

Cole must have noticed him staring, because he looked up. “You enjoying it?” He asked. 

“Yeah,” Jay said.

“You really don’t remember anything?”

Jay shook his head and pretended not to notice Cole deflating at his response. He really wished that he could remember, could be the person that Cole clearly needed, but his brain was empty. Trying to think of anything from his past drew up a blank. He hadn’t even known the ninja’s names before they introduced themselves.

“It’s okay not to remember,” Cole said. “We’ve dealt with amnesia before.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, Zane‘s gotten it a bunch of times. Nya too, and one time all of you collectively forgot me,” Cole laughed like he had told a funny joke.

“But has it ever taken this long to remember?”Jay clutched his takeout cup a little tighter. It had been five years since the Merge, which meant five years of no memory. At this point, was it even possible for Jay to remember? He still couldn’t recall his parents. Two people who must have raised and taken care of Jay, and he didn’t know their names.

“Zane was amnesiac for like sixty years.”

“Zane is a nindroid. I’m not,” Jay frowned. “Tell me, Cole. Is it possible for a human to remember after so long?”

Cole looked immensely uncomfortable with this conversation. “I’m not sure,” he finally said, “and I’m also not sure if we’re even human at this point. So…”

Jay sighed and got up. He couldn’t stay here anymore, not when he wasn’t the person Cole remembered. Cole needed support and care, not whatever Jay could provide. He was probably better off with Zane or Kai or literally anyone who wasn’t an imposter pretending to be his loved one. “I’m going back to the Monastery now,” he said.

Cole stood up as well and followed Jay out the door. “You can’t get back without driving,” he reminded him. “And I have the keys.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“C’mon, let’s go back,” Cole opened the car door and got in. It was a very awkward drive back to the Monastery.

~

Cole lay on his bed face down. He’d locked the door and closed all the windows, effectively shutting himself in darkness. The blackout curtains really were his best investment. 

Coffee had been a disaster. Not only had Jay been unable to remember, Cole had also succeeded in making him feel uncomfortable. It wasn’t Jay’s fault that he had amnesia, and Cole’s prying had made everything worse.

Ugh. Cole was probably the merged realms’ worst boyfriend. Did he and Jay still count as boyfriends? Probably not. Why did everything have to be so complicated?

“I’m an awful person,” Cole groaned into his pillow. Zane would chastise him for moping like this, but Zane didn’t get to judge Cole’s relationship issues, not with how much sulking he’d been doing in Pixal’s absence.

He stayed buried in his blankets for only a few more minutes before he got bored. Cole forced himself out of bed and looked at the photo album instead — he hadn’t bothered putting it back in its rightful place yesterday. He flipped through, stopping at the photo of him and Jay curled up on the couch asleep. Nya had taken that picture; she’d found them asleep in the living room and took the opportunity. Jay had printed it out when they were putting the album together. “I like it,” he’d said, “you look so peaceful in it.”

“Peaceful? I tackled you and sent us both crashing to the floor,” Cole raised an eyebrow.

“It was a bonding moment.”

Cole smiled at the memory. It was another moment he thought of fondly, though that didn’t really mean anything when he thought of all their time together like that.

~

Jay was gaming, entirely focused on the screen in front of him. He wasn’t paying attention to Cole, who sat next to him boredly.

“Ha! Take that, ya stupid turtle!” Jay cackled at the screen.

Cole jolted upright at Jay’s sudden burst of laughter. His boyfriend wouldn’t be done with the game for a while, likely not until he was forcibly dragged away. Problem was, Cole wanted Jay to be focusing on him. But it would also be a tough challenge to get him away from his beloved video games. Nothing short of physically tackling him would get his attention.

Hmmm.  That wasn’t a bad idea, actually. Cole positioned himself so that he could jump onto Jay with minimal injury. Jay was so absorbed in the game that he didn’t notice until Cole had slammed into him and they’d both ended up on the floor.

“Cole! What was that for?” Jay took a second to process before he spoke.

Cole tried not to smile. That would give him away. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said. 

“You— you liar!” Jay screamed hysterically. “You definitely know what I’m talking about!”

“Nope!” Cole grinned.

“You’re so clingy.”

“Don’t know what you mean by that, blabbermouth.”

Jay sighed and accepted his fate. “Fine, we’ll stay here tonight. But any sore muscles are your fault, okay?”

“More than okay.”

~

I should go talk to him, Cole thought.  He needed to talk to Jay, clear the air a bit. It had been even more awkward than usual since yesterday.

It hurt that Jay couldn’t remember anything, of course, but it wasn’t his fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault. Just the universe screwing them over, like always. Their lives truly were one disaster after another.

Cole sighed and got up, making his way to the door. He rehearsed what he’d say to Jay over and over. Then he knocked on the door and waited for Jay to respond. 

~

A knock at the door had Jay crawling out of bed and coming face to face with Cole, both of them standing there awkwardly until Jay spoke.

“Um, come in?” He squeaked.

“We need to talk,” Cole said. He gave no indication that he’d heard Jay speak, instead sitting down on the bed and looking at Jay. His eyes made Jay think of those creepy porcelain dolls in antique shops — they stared right into your soul, pulling out all your secrets.

“Talk about what, exactly?”

Cole got a guilty look on his face. “That sounded a bit ominous, didn’t it,” he mumbled. “Sorry. I just wanted to say that. I’m sorry for making you uncomfortable, lately. It’s just that you’re my best friend. And I’m trying to make you remember, because of course I want you to, and I’m pretty sure you do too, but it isn’t fair of me to keep pushing to make you remember when you can’t, and it’s not your fault, and—“ Cole was crying now, streams of water coming from his eyes. “I just wanted to say that you mean so much to me, and that it’s not your fault that all this happened. I’m being unfair, pressuring you to remember like this. It’s not fair to either of us.”

“I want to remember,” Jay said softly. “I want to know all the inside jokes that we had, and all the memories of our first date or birthdays and all the other stuff. You mean a lot to me too, I swear. It’s just that I can’t remember anything, and that means I can’t be the person you need. I can’t support you when I don’t even know your favourite colour, much less how to help with all the other stuff.”

“It’s orange,” Cole said suddenly, turning to look at Jay. “My favourite colour is orange.”

“And you’re the black ninja?”

“It’s ironic, I know,” Cole laughed. “But in all seriousness, it’s okay for you not to remember. Just be yourself, I guess. You’re still the same person. And I’m not letting go of hope that you’ll get your memories back with time.”

Cole took Jay’s hand. “We should spend a day together, get to know each other again. Go for a walk in the Crossroads or something. It would be fun.”

“Yeah, it would be,” Jay smiled.

“Maybe tomorrow? You know, before the next world shattering crisis arrives?”

“I’d like that.”

[lolliday]

“Yeah, murder for hire is surprisingly affordable,” says Neil.

Kevin stares at him.

“I get a discount,” Neil justifies.

[francixoxoxo]

“Are you bleedin’?” but it's for your monthly just crossed my mind

Ok but vampire or normal Billy bc like

Normal Billy would say it sympathetically, crawling over you as you lay in bed, his hands bracketing your shoulders and holding himself up as his brows furrow, “are you bleedin’?” When you nod, grimacing from the pain of cramps, he presses a kiss to your forehead, and moves down to lay his head on your lower belly. You told him once that pressure ebbed the pain, and he’d never forgotten; his other hand splays just a bit lower than his nose, thoroughly warming your belly. He’s rewarded with fingers in his hair when he murmurs, “m’ poor girl.”

Vampire Billy on the other hand would crawl into bed beside you, pulling you close to his chest and, just before he brings his lips to yours, his nostrils flare. His eyes brighten slightly, not in a very good way, and he leans away, “are you bleedin’?” He breathes. Before you can even open your mouth to say it’s about that time, so you’ve been expecting it, he inhales deeply as if to smell you, and nods firmly. “Y’are.” You assume he’ll pull away slightly, never turning away but keeping his touches featherlight and restrained. But he doesn’t, for the very first time he finds it in him to hold you tightly and resist whatever carnal hunger floods his senses. A strong palm rubs at your lower back, and though he knows he can’t risk a kiss or whiff of your neck, his nose brushes your cheek as resolution. You can feel the tense of his muscles, see the way his brows draw tightly. When you ask if he’s all right, tell him he can leave if it’s too much, he shakes his head determinedly. “Y’need me, I’ll stay. What kinda man would I be?” The dig at himself is soothed by your fingers brushing his jaw gently.

[ruexvn]

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚜𝚎

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𝚁𝚞𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝚅𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹-𝘹𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 1-𝘈: 𝘈𝑟𝘮𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑡𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘭𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝘣𝑟𝑜𝘬𝑒𝘯 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝘭𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑡. 𝘎𝑜𝑎𝘭 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝘮𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑎𝘷𝑒 𝘣𝑒𝑒𝘯 𝑡𝑜 𝘤𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑎 𝘩𝑢𝘮𝑎𝘯 𝑑𝑜𝑔

*10 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹𝘹-𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 3-𝘑: 𝘓𝑒𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘈𝑟𝘮𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝘤𝑡𝘭𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝘮 𝘣𝑜𝑑𝑦, 𝘭𝑒𝑎𝘷𝑖𝘯𝑔 𝑜𝘯𝘭𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑜 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑑

*8 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

𝘓𝑜𝑔 𝘋𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝘹-𝘹-𝘹𝘹𝘹𝘹

𝘛𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝘣𝘫𝑒𝘤𝑡 8-𝘍: 𝘣𝑜𝑡𝘩 𝘬𝑖𝑑𝘯𝑒𝑦𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝘮𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑑. 𝘓𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝘯𝑡𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝘯𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝘮𝑜𝘷𝑒𝑑. 𝘙𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑎𝘯𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝘯𝑔𝑒𝑑

*12 𝘈𝑡𝑡𝑎𝘤𝘩𝘮𝑒𝘯𝑡𝑠*

"𝙶𝚘𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚝. 𝙰𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔. 𝙰 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛. 9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-......𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝?

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚎

"𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚢/𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚑..𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎.

"𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝..𝚒𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚝...", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍.

"𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢"

"𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍..𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗... 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝"

"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗"

"𝚒𝚖 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛."

𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚘𝚏𝚏.

"𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚝."

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝?, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.

"𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎....", 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎

"𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚎", 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊���𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙, 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚐𝚞𝚗𝚜

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚞𝚙"

"𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚡𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕?...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜? 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎

𝘒𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝑜𝘤𝘬

"𝚁𝚄𝙽 𝚈/𝙽" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎

"𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝙾𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚆. 𝙸𝚃 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝚄𝚂 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚈 𝚁𝙾𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽"

𝚁𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍, 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝; 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙾𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜... 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡~"

𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙴𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔. 𝙱𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎. 𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗.

"𝚘𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕....𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎...", 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍.

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎.

"𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑 𝚜𝚑.....𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔?.... 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝...."

𝙷𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐

"𝚠-𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞..𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚠𝚑𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚖𝚎𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚖𝚎"

𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚕𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢.

"𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗", 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚜. 𝙻𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍.

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We're back with another Soulmate AU request AND another request from AO3, they're so rare these days! I wanted to do something special for Craig, I kind of feel like he'd be a fuck destiny kinda guy. Anyway y'all know the drill.

Warning: Hot Pokemon takes, Strong-Language, Clyde being a dork again

Pairing: Craig x GN!Reader

Crack

"Hm.."

Snap

"Dude. Stop."

Pop

"Dude! Stop!"

Clyde's voice pulls Craig's gaze over, the bored expression on his face would normally make anyone flinch back but Clyde's used to the look. Years of friendship with the stoic man will desensitize anyone to that kind of look. Craig swears it's just because Clyde's an idiot, no one else in South Park takes that kind of tone with him.

"You sound like a glow-stick over there! I swear you've already popped all those fingers a minute ago, are you on your knuckles now or something?" Clyde puts his DS down on his lap with a grumble.

He's slouched so far down on Craig's couch it looks like he's melting into it, the lower half of his body is barely on the couch at all. He's all but holding himself up with his legs while his back rests on the firm cushions beneath him. He looked like a slinky being tossed down the stairs, but if it got stuck going down a step.

"You're in my house." Craig responded so matter of fact.

Then he finished cracking the hand he was in the middle of working on. He presses his thumb against each finger on his hand. Once each little finger makes that satisfying sound, he wraps his hand around the other and squeezes. His thumb and index finger settle just below the knuckles, feeling the muscles and bone shift under his grip a shiver runs down his spine.

"Gaaaaaah! That doesn't hurt you? You're gonna fuck up your hands man." Clyde physically squirms at the sound, twisting and rolling back and forth as if he's trying to escape the sound.

"No. I like it." Craig picks his DS up from his lap and continues playing on the little handheld device.

"Alright but when you have old grandpa hands at the age of twenty-five don't come crying to me. Spongebob broken finger head-ass." Clyde smirks, returning to the game with his friend.

Craig side eyes him, shooting a small glare his direction but it goes unnoticed. Once again, Clyde is lucky he's one of his best friends. Being stupid makes you brave apparently.

The two fall into a comfortable silence, the music from Clyde's DS playing loudly while Craig's is shut off. The sound of both games going on at once drove Craig mad. If the music didn't line up it felt like someone jabbing him in the head. So, he settled for listening to Clyde's, he knew the brown-haired man liked the Pokemon sound track anyway. A small tradition they started in middle school that's held up. Playing Pokemon next to each other on the weekends, if one got Green the other got Red. If one got Sapphire, the other got Ruby. Right now, Craig has Diamond, and he has Pearl.

Craig was no means a perfectionist, but something about the incomplete Pokedex drove him mad. He hated looking at the black silhouette of a Pokemon uncaught, the taunting ??? made him want to spike the thing into the ground. They would spend hours next to one another talking about their teams, racing to see who could beat the Elite Four before the other, making fun of each other's favorite Pokemon. Craig long since beat the game and was just waiting on Clyde to catch up, he was still waiting on Clyde to catch his Slowpoke like he promised him forever ago.

Clyde was a Slowpoke.

He chuckles at the thought making Clyde look up at him with his brow raised but he chooses not to say anything. After a while Craig closes his DS and chooses to watch Clyde walk around the tall grass.

"You're using the Scyther I traded you?" he asks, resting his cheek on top of Clyde's head. Holding himself up right now sounded exhausting, Clyde made the perfect head rest. Even if he wasn't slumped down on the couch, their height difference allowed for it. To be fair Craig's height difference allowed him to do this to just about anyone. The only person he couldn't comfortably do this too would be Broflovski.

"Yeah! He’s my favorite! He's a handsome devil, reminds me of myself!" Clyde tucks his chin in between his index finger and his thumb, the smug smirk on his lips makes his face look stupid.

"Do you wanna evolve him? You can trade him over and we can turn him into a Scizor."

"Nah, then I'll lose all the affection I've been building him with! Look I've got two little hearts by his head! He loves me man!"

"You can build it back."

"Maybe you can toss away your Pokemon’s affection, but not me Tucker! He doesn't need to change! He's perfect the way he is!" Clyde exclaims as he throws his hand in the air.

Craig's about to respond but stops when Clyde encounters another Pokemon, a Pachirisu nothing out of the normal. But what was out of the normal was the stripe on its tail wasn't the typical baby blue, it was a bright pink. Craig's eyes widen as the sparkles swirl around the little animated creature.

And typical Clyde just button mashes through the whole thing, he's not paying attention to the DS, going on about his love for his Scyther. His thumb moves over the attack button and Craig wants to grab his hand to stop him. But once again he's not fast enough, and the low leveled thing is easily defeated by his level sixty something Pokemon.

"Um dude...you know I love hugs and all, but I thought you hated them?" Clyde's voice is muffled under Craig. Craig has him pinned under him against the couch, chest pressed into his side, arm outstretched to grab the DS.

"Dude! That was a shiny! You could have caught that!" Craig's exclaims shaking the man under him.

"What?! Oh man! I didn't know!"

"How the fuck didn't you know?! It sparkled! It's fucking pink!"

"Uh...was it?"

"What?" Craig stops shaking him at that, tightened fists around his collar loosen only slightly.

"I didn't know, you know I'm color-blind right?" Clyde takes the opportunity to sit up, he chuckles at Craig's expression.

Although rare, it's not unheard of. Craig isn't a robot, or a man born without emotions, he just has a hard time expressing them sometimes. Clyde knows that, but it's still funny every time he sees that crack in Craig's usual stoic nature. Even more so that it was over a stupid video game and Clyde's inability to see color.

So instead of responding to him Craig shakes his head and furrows his brows, confusion written clear on his face.

"Yeah man," Clyde takes a breath in between cackling. "I'm completely color blind, lost it when we were in high school. It's my soulmate thing. I see in black and white now." He waves his hand over his face with a dorky grin.

He doesn't respond at first, taking a moment to take in what his best friend was saying. "I just thought you dressed like that on purpose."

"Come on dude! Would it kill you to say something nice to me?! Just oNCE!?" Clyde smacks him with the cushion tucked behind him which Craig uses to beat him back.

After a brutal beat down using a couch cushion, Craig pulls back the weapon and looks down at the defeated pile of Donovan further pressed into his couch. He sits back with his leg pulled up towards his chest, arm thrown lazily across his knee.

"So, you can't see color because you haven't met your soulmate? That sounds rough."

"Yeah, it kinda sucks, it's gonna sound gay but I miss seeing things like the sunset and movies are kinda lame now. I still wear this jacket because at least I know it's red." Clyde collects himself and tries to fix his hair that's been flattened down.

"Hm." A low grunt and Craigs on his feet.

To anyone else it would be the end of the conversation, it would be their que to move on and talk about something else. But Clyde isn't just anyone. He's the guy who's been with Craig since they were kids, he knows that grunt. That shift in body language. Craig's uncomfortable but wants to say something.

"Come on Tucker Bear don't be like that, tell me what's going on." The nickname earns him a glare, but it stops the black haired man from going to the kitchen. He grins at him in return, telling Craig that he's getting what he wants.

"What have I told you about calling me that?"

"That you love it so much and you're so grateful that your best friend would give you the best nickname ever." The sentence is almost cut short from the way he scrambles back away from Craig, holding his hands up defensively. His voice is cracking from the way he tries to keep the giggle out of it.

Craig stops and sighs, his hands come up to the strings on the side of his hat. The frayed yellow rope splitting at the ends from how often he twists it between his fingertips. He does it when he needs to collect his thoughts, figure out a way to put them into words.

".... you didn't tell me you got your Soulmate thing." It finally comes out in a soft tone.

"Are you upset because I didn't tell you? I'm sorry man." Clyde's silly demeanor drops, quickly shifting to one that matches his friend’s tone. He stands up and follows him into the kitchen.

"No. I just..." A pause and he opens the fridge door. Scanning the inside for something to drink, his mouth is incredibly dry right now. "...didn't know. I thought you were like me."

"Like you?"

"Like...born without a mark or whatever."

"Oh."

That's all he can say, all that comes out of his mouth. Craig snaps the can of soda open and takes a sip and it feels like a rock settling in his stomach. His lips press together tasting the sugary drink on his lips. The rock in his stomach lurches up when he sees Clyde's eyes well up with tears, little beads of water spilling from his lids. For the second time that day, he makes Craig's eyes widen.

"Are you crying?"

He quickly goes to wipe the tears away from his brown eyes, the little orbs always looked like a baby cow's. Using the sleeves on his jacket, he sniffles and looks up at him. "It's just- you don't have a soulmate!"

"Yeah, I know."

"That's so sad dude!"

"I guess."

He sobs again, the tears spill faster and harder down his face. Craig sighs and gives into the over dramatic man an awkward pat on the back. The rest of the day was spent calming Clyde down and reassuring him that he wasn't actually angry at him for killing the shiny. They watch a few episodes of Red Racer where Craig describes the colors for him until he got tired of it.

All through the day the conversation gnawed at the back of his head. It followed him to bed and kept him from sleeping. Clyde refused to go home so he spent the night on the floor next to him. Didn't want to sleep on the couch but didn't want to sleep in the bed with him. Wanted to be near but not close enough to make Craig want to peel his skin off. He appreciated the idiot.

But it was that idiots fault he was thinking so hard on this. Why was he born without a soul-mate tic, or thing or whatever the fuck it was called. Were there others like him or was Craig Tucker really that just unlucky? Why did he care so much, he made it this far in life by himself. So why was it just now starting to eat at him?

With a huff he turned and rolled over towards the window next to his bed, staring up at the night sky. The moon was half full today, and it was cloudy out so he could barely see the stars. He was a grown man majoring in Astronomy, he didn't need a stupid mark to tell him where to go and who to be with. He could still see color fine. No flowers were blooming out of his face making his allergies act up.

No, it was just him. Just him and whatever was out there waiting for him. Right now, he really wanted it to be sleep.

Eventually he gave in to the tired behind his eyes, lids so heavy he couldn’t keep them open anymore but burned when he finally closed them. Clyde was gone the next morning when he finally woke up, he left him a text saying he was going to pick his sister up and do something with her.

It didn't matter he had class to get to anyway, the semester was in full swing, and he didn't have time to fall behind. As he gets ready, pulling his blue hat over his head and the matching NASA jacket over his shoulders, he peers down at his DS left on the side table. He picks it up and tucks it into the pockets of the jacket, in between classes he could wait in the lounge and play on it a little more. There wasn't much left to do but he could always grind his team to a hundred.

Once he feels ready, he steps out of his house and starts the walk to the bus stop. Ever since he moved out of his parents the walk to the college campus took a little longer than normal, so it was easier to just ride the bus there. He sticks his headphones in and settles in the worn-out seats of the dirty looking white bus. Somehow cleaner than the yellow ones from when he was still a teenager, but not by much. The music from his DS playing in his ears drowns out the sounds of people mumbling to themselves and whatever other weird thing South Park could throw at him.

It also drowns out your footsteps. Drowns out your question if the seat next to him was taken. So, it isn't until he feels you sitting next to him that he notices you're there. He side-eyes you for a moment, which you return with a little nod. A part of him is relieved when you don't immediately try to make small talk with him. Instead, you offer him a little smile and go back to the book in your hand. His amber eyes travel down to peek at what it is you're reading, and he's surprised when instead of a textbook he sees a comic.

Guardians of the Galaxy

From the angle you were holding it, he couldn't tell exactly what issue you were on, but the cover looked good. He cocks his head to the side a little to get a better look. Feeling his eyes on you, you look up at him and raise a brow. It takes a second, but you piece together what he's trying to do so you close the comic and show it off to him.

You're on an issue he's already read through. He removes the headphones from his ear.

"I didn't think anyone else read the Guardians series." Craig says, it's out of pocket for him to be the first to initiate but the thought of meeting someone who's a fan like him is actually exciting. It's enough to pull him out of his little mental funk.

"Yeah! I just started collecting these issues last week! Have you read this series?" You say with a smile that’s a little too bright for him.

He nods again at you, and that's where the conversation should have ended. You go back to your reading, and he goes back to his game. But it doesn't, you lean over and catch a glimpse at what he's playing. He watches the recognition sparkle up in your eyes.

"Oh, which one is that? Gen four, right?"

"Yeah. It's Diamond."

"Oh! Cool! I've got Platinum! I gotta default to the third one because I don't have friends who play the game!" You laugh at your own joke, eyes going from the DS to his.

Craig stares down at you for a while. He sets the DS in his lap and pushes the palm of his hand against his fingers. Hands popping and snapping again, the little tic making him relax. You don't comment like Clyde does, but you are still talking.

"Gen four has to be my favorite in the series! I just couldn't get into Black and White!" That makes him stop and look at you like you're crazy.

"That's the best one in the series though."

"That's what everyone tells me, but I hated the starters!"

Time slips past him, the way you pull him into the conversation so naturally. It isn't until the bus pulls up to the campus that he realizes he's been talking to you the entire time. You perk up when the bus lets out a sigh and a hiss, telling its passengers that they've reached their destination.

"Oh, this is my stop! Hey, it was awesome talking with you!" You grin and stand up, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

You give him a little finger salute and take off, you're so quick to scurry away he doesn't have time to tell you that this is his stop too. Of course he's never noticed you around campus before, Craig was never one to waste his energy on things that didn't require it. He had his select group of friends and was happy with that, but now here you were wedging your way into his mind. As he stands up to get off the bus, lazily throwing the headphones over his neck, it dawns on him that he didn't even catch your name.

Oh well, so much for that. Maybe he'd see you around.

The universe must have answered that for him because the next morning he sees you on the bus again. He watches as you push past the isle of seats and plop down next to him with another book in your hand. A different issue, a different conversation. There are days where you sit in silence doing your own thing. Then there are days where you talk his ear off and he just sits and listens, occasionally throwing in his thoughts on whatever you're talking about.

But he listens. That was new, normally he just tends to zone out if he doesn't care. Somehow you find a way to make him care, a way to make him invested in the conversation. He even goes out of his way to learn your name and what you're studying.

"Ah it's just general studies right now, a little bit of everything until I figure out what I wanna do. I wasn't even planning on going to college, it just kinda happened." You tell him leaning back in your seat.

"What, so you just woke up one day and decided that was it?" Craig scoffs a bit at the idea but the amused glint in his eyes doesn't go unnoticed by you.

"Heh. Well Mr. Space-boy not all of us know what we wanna do with life from the womb." You snicker at his reaction, tallying another eyeroll in your head.

"It's Space-Man. I'm Space-Man Craig." He corrects you before moving on, so you don't comment on the little pink hue on his face. "I get that but how do you go from I'm not going to college, to just doing it?"

You smile, it's different than the dorky one you usually shoot at him or the one when you tell a bad joke. It almost seems sad. He can't put his finger on it, but he doesn't need to wait long for you to roll up your sleeve. On your wrist is a font that looks almost like an alarm clock, the block black ink reads "0:00".

"Had this guy I was with. Was with him for six years, we were high-school sweethearts, prom date, whole nine yards. They were my soulmate, the little counter on my wrist told me that much." You take a deep breath, and he watches the way your fingers move across the skin.

He pops his fingers again, pushing them against each other.

"Well, about a year ago I realized...I kinda hated it? Hated the fact this stupid mark on my body got to dictate who I fell in love with? I mean we didn't even have anything in common, and while we never really argued we just had a different outlook on life. I think a part of me still loves him, but...I can't really love him in the way this thing wants me to." You emphasize that you're talking about the marking on your skin by holding it up.

Little rays of sunlight brush across your skin and Craig can't help but follow it. You had a soulmate, of course you did. He feels that rock in his stomach again, weighing heavier than it did last time. The week he got where he wasn't thinking about this whole thing was nice, but now that he's reminded his body tenses back up.

He cracks his fingers again, squeezing the side of the palm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trauma dump on you." He raises a brow at you silently asking you what you mean by that. "Call it a sixth sense, or the fact that you pop your fingers and do that little Hm when you're thinking about something. So, I figured you were annoyed by the random dump."

You were more attentive than he would have given you credit for. He hasn't known you that long and you're already picking up on things that took Clyde years to. Then again, Clyde and attentive don't really go hand in hand.

"No, it's not you. It's the..." He rolls his wrist a few times trying to find the words, fingers eventually find purchase on the strings of his hat dangling by his face. "Soul-mate thing. I don't have one."

"Ah yeah, I can see how that's a weird topic for you then! But hey that's kind of cool!" You beam up at him, the sunlight slips off your wrists and onto your lips.

Wait, what?

"You get to pick who you wanna love, that's awesome. That means the connection goes deeper! You gotta build something with someone, nothing telling you to just jump straight into a relationship! No pressure, just you and the other person!" Your eyes are like little stars as you speak. A tiny galaxy that he can't seem to pull himself out of.

Wait, what?

Like clockwork, the bus stops and you go to get up. Except this time Craig is fast enough, he takes your hand. His fingers slip into your palm and stop you from moving. Your finger salute falls back to your side. He just looks at you for a while, the only thing he can hear right now is the collection of people getting off the bus and his own heartbeat drumming in his chest.

"If you're not getting off, I need you to sit down please!" The bus driver makes you flinch and sit back down next to Craig.

"Sorry sir!" You call back.

When you look back at him with a confused look, he freezes again. His mouth hangs open for a second, only to close. He almost looks like a fish out of water from the way he's trying to collect his thoughts. Craig expects you to get back up and tell him goodbye. To run off the bus and never speak to him again.

Instead, you sit there, patiently waiting for him to collect himself. You wait there even when the door to the bus shuts and the engine kicks back on. You look at him with wonder and he has to avert his gaze from you. Pulling his hat over his eyes for a moment because he realizes he's still holding your hand and the heat coming up to his face is too much.

"I... I’m sorry. I just wanted to-" What did he want? His mind was drawing a blank, he was floating and the only teather was your hand in his.

He knew he wanted to keep holding your hand. He knows your touch doesn't bother him like it should. He wants to steal a few more moments with you because these bus rides aren't enough time. Something he's never felt before.

"You're good. Take your time." You can't know what that means to him to hear you say that. To not pull your hand away and call him a freak for just grabbing you like that. Instead, you turn your palm over and give his hand a squeeze back.

"I want to...do that." He says it. With his eyes covered so he's not blinded by that smile on your face. He can hear it in your voice, the way you chuckle.

"Do what?"

"You know what I'm trying to say."

"Maybe. You better say it just so I can be sure." You're teasing him now, leaning forward so you can get a peek at his blushing face.

Craig huffs again, frustration building up in his chest. He moves the hat from his face and stares you down like a showdown. His brows knitted together with newfound determination.

"I want to build a connection past this." There. It's out. Out in the open, out in the space between the both of you. Confession falls from his mouth in that monotone voice he's so famous for.

"Hell yeah. I'd like that Space-Man Craig." You laugh and it sounds so sweet.

He smiles down at you, and it feels like a gift. It's the first time you've seen him look at you like that. You make a silent promise to yourself that it will not be the last time you see it.

"So, any idea where the bus is going now?"

"No idea. Wanna get off at the next stop and walk to campus?"

"Nope! You stopped me from going to class so now you're taking me out. I want food!"

Craig scoffs at you and takes the headphones off his neck, he offers you the other bud. He sticks the one in his ear and pulls out his phone. His fingers slide across the screen going for the music app. He hands you the phone and gestures for you to pick something.

You excitedly take him up on the offer, sticking the bud in your ear. You begin going on about whatever album you’ve been listening to, and the whole ride he sits and listens to you. Nodding along so you know he’s listening, not that he really has to. You can tell from the way he looks at you that you have his undivided attention.

So wrapped up in the music and your voice he doesn’t even notice the font on your wrist change. It’s not that boring clock anymore, it shifts and swirls around. A moving tattoo that eventually turns into a painting melting down your arm. The deep darkness of space with a little astronaut sitting on the moon, just watching the sun.

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Skz when you reveal to them that you used to be a stripper/pole dancer

Synopsis: Just some headcanons about boyfriend Skz. Reader is female

Warnings: Smut, fluff, suggestive. Seungmin's is comfort. Im sorry Changbin and Innie's are so short!

A/N: guys I'm telling you writing this was therapy. Im gonna try to do more headcanons because I like writing these a but more than I like writing actual fics! Anyway please enjoy this! And feel free to give feedback!

Bang Christopher Chan

He'd be ok with it. Like so chill. But I have a tingling that he'd remember it sometimes, and ask you about it, whenever he needs to release his frustration.

The front door slammed roughly against its edges, as your boyfriend Chan, walked in throwing his bag to the floor roughly. His gaze avoided yours, as he slumped down on your red couch and held his head in his hands, rubbing his temples slowly. It was definitely one of those days, when every melody in Chan's insomniac mind, seemed like boring mathematical figures instead of pretty flowing colours on a water filled palette. "Rough day baby?" You asked him, silently putting his dinner down on the table. He sighed quietly and started eating his dinner. Oh that's how he wanted to play is it? The silent treatment. Not wanting to unload his emotions on you because he felt guilty later on. You knew enough about this habit of his to know exactly what to do when exactly what to do. You smiled sweetly at him and disappeared into your shared bedroom.

Oh fuck did he mess up? Chan's thoughts were spinning through his head like an electron. Shit he should have talked to you. Chan got up and put his plate in the sink and grabbed two cupcakes from the fridge, which you both had made the day before (correction: felix made them you guys decorated them). "Babygirl? Where are you?" Chan got into the dark void which was your bedroom. Searching for the lights, Chan switched on the red party light you had in the bedroom. "Hey Channie." Chan's jaw dropped to the ground. There you were, wearing your old stripper uniform, Red devil horns and all, looking like the most expensive thing in the room. If Chan was an angel, he would definitely fall from heaven, just to be with your devilish form. "Baby, w-whats this?" Chan came forward as you grabbed his collar and shoved him into the bed. "Shh baby. Just enjoy it." You whispered in his ear, as you started your old dancing routine, while Chan watched on, silently asking the universe, why it hadn't shown you to him earlier.

Lee Minho

Dude. He'd be so fucking ecstatic that it's kinda scary. As a dancer himself, he would like the idea of having a partner who can dance as well as him (and maybe even better.) He would inculcate your steps in some of his dances and sometimes both of you would silently fuck in the studio.

"Jagiya I don't know what to add here." Minho was nudging your shoulder, while both of you stood in his personal dance room. The guys had left you all alone, since he had been stuck there since the morning, trying to figure out a choreo to the new slut anthem that 3Racha had made for DanceRacha (yes I am still not over taste). While Felix and Hyunjin had tried to help, they knew that the only person who could get Minho out of this dancer's block was you. You watched Minho's dance over and over again, trying to think of something good to add to it. "Min, how about you take a break baby? You're really tired and we all know your PaboRacha brain can't work on just water and orange juice. How about you eat some of the pudding I brought?" Minho looked at you with a pout, as you looked at him sternly. The pout wasn't going to work when you wanted your boyfriend to feel better and he didn't want to feel better. "Jagiya-" Minho began to whine as he wrapped his arms around your waist, trapping you in what was the best prison in the world. "How about we dance together for a bit hmm? Just a little duet?" "If I do this, will you eat and rest?" Minho was quick to nod his head, as you sighed and took off your jacket to reveal the lacy black bra you had on underneath. "I was going to surprise you with this when we get home. But since you wanted to dance, let's dance baby." Minho's entire world stopped. That was the bra he had gifted you, when you first told him you used to work in a gentlemen's club as a dancer. The slow, sensual music started as Minho slowly touched your waist and both of you moved your hips in syncronicity, the cotton of his shirt grinding against the lace of your bra. One step forward, then another to the side and then one lowering down to Minho's legs as he looked on, mesmerised. "God you're so fucking hot kitten. You never let any of them touch you at the club right?" You let out a hum in response to Minho's question as you noticed the bulge in his black trousers, which you began to unzip. "Good" he growled in your ear, as he nibbled it with his bunny teeth, "they shouldn't touch what's mine."

Seo Changbin

Oh my god, he would immediately question you about it so much. Like baby would be so curious about it. He'd buy you so much shit at Victoria's Secret or something, that you'd question why you ever told him about your old job.

"Baby baby that one!" Yet again, your boyfriend Changbin had rushed towards a shelf, while you stood in the huge (and expensive) Victoria's Secret store. Changbin had taken you here immediately after you told him you used to be a stripper and showed him your old costume. "Baby will this fit you?" He held up a lacy blue bodysuit, entwined with fake jewels. "Binnie, baby this is expensive." You looked at the price tag nervously. Changbin rolled his eyes and called the store worker. He handed her a card from his wallet, while saying "Whatever we buy goes on the black card." Rolling your eyes, you went over to the swimsuits, hoping to see something that you can surprise your boyfriend with.

Hwang Hyunjin

Two words. His muse.

"Jinnie how much longer?" You whined as you shifted a bit on the wooden stool, while Hyunjin sat in front of you, blue stained paintbrush in hand, star shaped eyes focused on the canvas in front of him. "Just a minute more, my muse. And could you move your hand to the left please?" He had been begging for you to let him paint you ever since he found your lingerie and you had to tell him about what you used to do before you became an architect. Of course you had said yes to him, after a week of begging and him trying to bribe you with food (spoiler alert: it worked). You donned your most favourite costume, a baby pink one, which was fluffy and had detachable angel wings. Perfect for Hyunjin. Perfect for the artist who used soft colours to paint those who he loved. "Hwang Hyunjin if you're not done in five minutes, the blood flow to my hand is going to stop and I'm going to die." Hyunjin looked at you, amusement all over his perfectly carved face. "Using the government name are we my muse? And I'm done already I was just looking at those nice little tits bouncing around in that costume." A smirk spread on his face, as you raised an eyebrow and carefully got down from the stool, walking towards his canvas. God he had painted you so pretty, with blues and pinks outlining your figure, a green cutting in for shade and flowers adorning your body. "You know my muse, I am an ambassador for Versace. I can't wait to get you the most prettiest scarves, which you can wear and fuck yourself. Maybe I can join you afterwards after I'm finished with my painting of this amazing fucking body." You smirked at him, taking the paintbrush away from his hand, slowly sliding into his lap and kissing him full on the mouth. Oh there was about be a lot more than just paint in that studio tonight.

Han Jisung

Congratulations you have officially broken him. I mean he will be really shocked In the beginning and basically be like Changbin, asking questions and all, but then later on both of you basically forget about it, until it comes to help in his studio.

Ten am. That was the time Chan had called you and told you about the current condition of your boyfriend Han Jisung, the condition being overworking again. This was the fifth time this month that Chan had to call you to take your boyfriend home from writing tens of thousands of beautiful lyrics on paper and experimenting with the sounds on Chan's laptop. Sighing to yourself, you got up grabbed your keys and helmet, and zoomed off to the JYP building on your Harley.

"Jisungie baby?" You called out his name, slowly entering the studio, to see a messy haired boy, dressed in a black hoodie, head in his hands, headphones lying abandoned at the side. He turned slowly in his chair to face you, and your heart dropped when you saw the dark circles under his eyes. "I can't do this anymore Y/N. I feel like all the lyrics make no sense and- and I feel so fucking stupid." Being quick to cup his face in your hands, you softly wiped away the solitary tear on his face. "Baby Hey look at me look at me now please." Round quokka eyes looked at you as you slowly unzipped your leather jacket. "How about I give you a bit of inspiration hm? Will you come home then?" Jisung's brain had stopped working. There you were, all dolled up in a green suit with the sluttiest bra in this world, all for him. Slowly snaking an arm around your waist, and leaving wet kisses around your exposed collarbone, Jisung took you to the recording area, ready to record your moans, just for some inspiration.

Lee Felix Yongbok

Oh my god he would be so FLUSTERED. Like he'd have to hide in the bathroom in order to hide his burning face.

"Lixie you good in there?" Your boyfriend Felix was currently hiding in the kitchen of your apartment. You had finally told him about your old job when you were playing truth or dare (although mostly it was truth or truth) and his reaction was....adorable. His entire face had turned red as he stuttered and quickly went out of the room to the kitchen where you knew he was stress baking or more like shock baking. "Yeah! Im totally fine!" Yep he was baking, face still red, apron worn upside down, and icing on his nose and talking with an unusually high pitch. You walked up to and wiped the icing off of his nose. "Baby I can clearly notice the bulge in your pants you know that right?" You asked him to which he responded with a low mumble if the word 'sorry'. "It's alright baby. By the way, what do you think I show you my old gear?" Never before had you seen your boyfriend have this much fear and excitement filling his eyes. "Really?" You nodded to his question as he got out a tray of brownies from the oven and put them on the table, covering them with a cloth. You reached out for one but he slapped your hand. "The brownies can wait sunshine." His voice was sultry and low again as he wrapped his arms around your neck. "I wanna see that nice costume of yours."

Kim Seungmin

Bruh he would be so chill. Like zero reaction. Literally.

"Pup I- I need to tell you something and I want your full attention." You had finally gathered the courage to tell your boyfriend Seungmin about your old job at the gentlemen's club when you were in college. He would eventually find the devil tails and high red heels which had the words 'for the eyes only' on them. Kim Seungmin was a Rubik's cube. You couldn't ever predict what he was going to do or what he was going to feel. So naturally your ass was a nervous Trainwreck when you decided to finally tell him. "What is it bub? Is it about the burnt toast I left on the terrace? Cause I told you the crows just like the toast extra crisp." Seungmin told you, putting down his book and adjusting his sage sweater, and allowing his arms to wrap around your body, which was currently draped in his hoodie. "No sweetie it's not that. It's something more serious and- and if you don't like what I'm about to say, it's ok if you break up with me." Seungmin frowned a bit and nudged his head in your neck, making you smile. "I- I used to be a stripper at the local gentlemen's club when I was eighteen to pay my bills. I don't do it anymore but I thought you should know since my old gear is still lying around somewhere in this mess of an apartment. And- and maybe if you found it one day, I thought maybe you- you'll leave me or- or You don't know what caused tears to come out of your eyes but they did and they weren't stopping. "Bubba shh. Hey look at me. Look at me it's alright." Seungmin shushed you as he put your head on his chest, stroking your hair as you calmed down, hearing his heartbeat. "Bub I really wouldn't care if you were a goddamn homeless person before. You're successful now aren't you? And all those things you did to reach here? Im proud of those bub. So please don't cry. It's breaking my heart." You sniffled a bit and looked up at your caramel haired boyfriend to give him a kiss, and wrap yourself more tightly in his arms, feeling safe and content. "So can I see that gear maybe?" "Kim Seungmin!"

Yang Jeongin

Dude I really don't know. This man would be a combination of all the members. You tell him about this and he'll go through every human emotion to ever exist.

"Innie? Innie." Jeongin just sat there frozen on the couch, not chewing the chips which were trapped in his mouth. "Oh my god Jeongin! Yah!" You snapped your fingers in front of him. "Wh-What yeah I'm here. Im Jeongin yes and you're y/n, my girlfriend whom I love, and also who I want to see in her costume right now." His confused face turned into a smirk, as he stopped with his rambling. "I'll show you soon baby. Do you wanna, uh, swallow the chips in your mouth now." You asked him as he quickly swallowed the chips and contorted his face into a pout. "I wanna see it now!" He whined. You sighed and got up to get, your boyfriend tailing you like a lost puppy. Yep. Definetly the maknae on top.

[lace4forest]

The Palace of the Lingering Past

I told myself I would only post a Fic on Ao3 if I finish it! AND I FINSIHED ONE! HAHA! >:D

Summary: After it all, after the adventure with his fellow hero's of Courage and after saying goodbye to his brothers, the Hero of Legend has some unfinished busyness in the Dark World. He needs to go back and finally face the Palace of the Four Sword. Traveling with his sister, the Fabled Princess Zelda, the duo team up to take on the Palace, to free the Corrupted Hero of Four and let him rest once and for all.

[forestwaterfalls]

[Aemond - 19:15]

The defense is weak, the offence has no strategy, and don’t even get me STARTED on their midfielders

[Jaehaera - 19:17]

Dad this is why you got sacked from coaching my team in school

the helaemond + kids modern au family groupchat (in which aemond is a Very intense about football) no one asked for.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Damian the Dog

Inspired by Grumpy Cat, written by @adrestar

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So what if Marinette moved to Gotham Academy, probably because of Lila bullshit or Guardian Duties.

She is mostly alone so she get a dog who she named Damian.

I actually look up on what type of dog she would have because I don't have a lot of knowledge on dogs. I wanted a small cute black dog. I am going with a Pomeranian or a Scottish Terrier.

It's all fine and going dandy. When one day, Damian overhears the new girl talking about him.

Marinette of course has zero interest in celebrities so she has no clue she is in the same class as Damian Wayne. Her classmates asked if she had any pets so she starts talking about her cute little Dami and showing off pictures of him.

"Look at my Dami. Isn't he adorable?" Marinette cooed, "I just love running my hands through those thick black luscious hair."

Damian gets the idea that Marinette is a stalker or a fangirl who is deluded herself into thinking she is dating him but brushes her off as mostly harmless. He can correct her at any time she steps out of the line.

Let the misunderstandings commence!

Fast forward the next few days, where Marinette keeps talking about her dog and no one has clued her in on the fact that there is a human with the same name as her dog going to classes with her.

Human Damian thinks she has very active imagination, going as far as to fake bite marks on her arms after a supposed passionate embrace.

(Damian the Dog is still being trained. Idk abt raising dogs so I hope I am right.)

The weekend arrive and Damian is at the dog park with Titus. Then he heard the insufferable voice calling out for him,

"Damian. Where are you? Come out. Damian. Dami."

He hid himself for a while, hoping she will give up sooner or later. But no, she keeps coming closer to the spot where he was hiding and calling out his name. Then, Titus blew his cover by coming back with the ball he was sent to fetch.

Thinking he had no choice but to reveal himself, he burst out of the bushes, scaring Marinette.

Meanwhile, Marinette was at the dog park to let Damian out of the apartment and get some exercise. She was kept an eye on him as he ran around but after a phone call from Jagged Stone for a new jacket, she had lost sight of her dog.

Then, while she looked for Damian the dog, someone jumped out of the bushes, giving her a scarce.

She realised that he was a boy from her classes and before she could ask if he had seen her dog, he began yelling at her.

"Listen up, harlot. Get out of your delusional fantasies of dating me and leave me alone." He yelled at a very confused Marinette. Human Damian continued to threaten her with lawsuits on the grounds of stalking, defamation and false claims.

Marinette gets fucking pissed at what the rude guy was yelling at her for no reasons but before she could retort, he stomped away with his dog trailing behind him.

"Come on, Titus. We don't have spend more time with this waste of space."

Marinette is so furious that if she was in Paris, she would have been akumatised for sure. She decided to calm down and go look for Damian, not the human. Arriving at home, she found a lawyer waiting for her and they handed her a thick files of all the charges she was being sued for. It was official she had met someone worse than the Chloe Bourgeosis.

So Marinette decides to stress bake about the problem. Ultimately, she made too much and decided to give away some to her next door neighbour, Jason.

Marinette had been living in Gotham for about a month and Jason knows about her habit to stress bake. They first met when Jason accidentally snuck up on her and she judo-flipped him who was 3 times bigger than her. Jason is impressed and Marinette is mortified. They became friends. Jason cooks her meals sometimes and she bake him desserts. It was a fair trade.

Anyway, Jason asks about her problem and Marinette starts a rant about this rich entitled dick she met who was from her class and she had coincidentally met him at the dog park while looking for Damian. Then, he called her a bunch of insults and names, accused her of stalking him and he had sent lawsuits to her address. Which was bad because she had her business as MDC to consider and this will affect her income.

While ranting, Marinette saw Jason's law degree which he had displayed, partially for his cover as a normal civi but mostly to brag to his siblings about being the only one who graduated from college and law school and rub it in Bruce's face. (We all seen the Jason became a lawyer to get Joker a death sentence post right? So Joker is dead here.)

"Can you be my lawyer? Or can you recommend me one? I promise I can pay you."

Jason patted her head, "Pixie, I will do this for free. I don't know which prick decided to mess with you but I will make him pay. Besides, I can't stand guys like that. You are actually doing me a bit of a favor to knock someone like that down a few pegs. Legally."

Marinette insisted to pay him but Jason compromised to get a cake for an entire month instead for taking the job.

When Jason looked through the papers, he noticed it was from the Wayne Family Lawyers so he decided to go to the Manor to get to the bottom of it. Jason arrived in the middle of Damian on a warpath.

He asked Tim who was the closest and furiously typing on his laptop about what is going on with Damian.

Tim answered, "Apparently there's this girl who is stalking Damian. She claimed to be dating him at school and she showed up while he was out with Titus, looking for him. Right now, I am just checking if she is just delusional and harmless or someone dangerous."

Jason connects the dots between Dog Damian and Human Damian and he tried not to burst out laughing right then and there. "That's good to hear. Anyways, I came here because I forgot something. I am going to see Alfred before I go. Have fun with the lawsuits."

Jason spent the rest of the way home, cackling and the funniest way to win the case.

On the day of the court date,

The rest of the Waynes are surprised to see Jason there in a suit. Dick was understandable, Tim was just there to make sure it goes smoothly, Bruce is also reasonable, Damian is the 'victim'.

"Todd, why are you here?"

"You'll see."

Then, they started telling people to enter before they could get more answers. They soon found out that Jason was the lawyer for the other side.

"Todd, you traitor. How dare you work for the opposition!"

Marinette had arrived with a pet carrier with a dog which Damian claimed was to appeal to his animal lover side.

blah blah blah. Legal procession. I don't know how it goes.

Anyways, it is time for Marinette's defense.

"Your honor, I would like to present evidence which proved that my cilent is innocent in all the charges the plaintiff has accused her of."

"Proceed."

Jason brought out the pet carrier and took out Dog Damian.

"Your honor, this is my client's dog. She was gifted this dog before she moved here to Gotham. I have the receipts to prove this."

"What is the point of this?"

Jason dramatically held up the adorable fluffy black dog which looked like a doll in his hands, "Your honor, the dog's name is Damian." Jason claimed while staring straight at Human Damian.

Dog Damian woofed at the sound of his name. There was a shocked silence that followed.

Jason proceed to give more evidence that yes, the dog name is actually Damian like giving commands using his name and adoption certificate to get rid of any doubt.

"He claimed to have heard her talking about her dating but what were the actual words you heard her say?"

"That I am adorable and she likes running her fingers through my soft dark hair."

"Your honor, my cilent was actually bragging about how cute her dog is and how she likes petting Damian the dog's obviously black fur. And you also claimed that she stalked you to the dog park and called out your name several time. She was there by coincidence because the park is the closest to her apartment and she was calling his name because she had lost sight of Damian. Dog Damian I mean. It was Human Damian's fault for assuming she was calling out for him."

Jason continued to explained how each claim was Damian's own misunderstanding of the situation and there are statements from his classmates who confirmed that Marinette was talking about her pet dog. They didn't told her about Human Damian because they found it funny that her dog had the same name.

"In addition, my cilent had no idea who Damian Wayne was. Only knowing him as her classmate. "

Tim is right now filming and having the best time of his life as he watched Damian wished that the ground would swallow him whole. Dick is trying so hard not to laugh while Bruce's lips were twitching.

Jason decides to make a counter-law suit for the emotional damage and potential financial damage Human Damian had caused Marinette by suing her for millions when she was just a struggling student, getting by on her own income in a foreign country.

Marinette stopped him, "Jason, this is enough. I am fine with a hand-written apology."

"The amount I am asking for is just a drop of water of an ocean for them. They are that filthy rich. Besides, you can get that motorcycle side-car for Damian you had been eyeing a while ago. You can also use the money to buy dog stuff that you couldn't before because of your budget."

Marinette hesitated and agreed. The case ended with it in Marinette's favor.

Tim approached them as they exited with Marinette hugging Damian (the dog) and Jason grinning in glee over his victory and simultaneously humiliated Damian (the human) in the process. Tim high-fived Jason.

Tim offered a job to Marinette because he had done a background check on her due to the potential threat she posed and found out about MDC. He does it because he liked her talent and it would look great to have Wayne Enterprise on her resume. Also the best dirt on Damian.

Marinette told him that she would think about it and he gave her a card.

Damian wrote the apology letter, very embarrassed by the entire trial. His pride wouldn't recover for a while and he took it out on Jason who knew about it the entire time and didn't tried to stop and clear up the misunderstanding.

The next day at school, Marinette went to Damian's seat and said, "Good morning, Human Damian."

"Why are you calling me like that?"

"I am sorry. I thought you would appreciate the clarification of which Damian I am referring to. I wouldn't want to end up in court again after being branded as a delusional fangirl of yours because I was just talking about my adorable Dami. I meant to say My adorable dog, Dami. Human Damian."

For the next few months, everyone keeps referring to Damian as Human Damian.

[rainbowagate]

can’t take my eyes off of you, chapter 5

rated: E

pairing: zoro/sanji

excerpt:

“Hello? Is anybody there?” Sanji calls out, flinching as his voice bounces around the space and circles his head.

The groaning stops, as does the pull. Waiting a second, he dips into his nascent curiosity. What will he find once he reaches the light? Spurred on by an investigative spirit, he picks up the pace, soon reaching the edge of the open doorway the light bleeds through.

His eyes adjust, and he’s in his bedroom, the cool blue and shimmering gold accents feeling welcoming to his spirit. Being in his pajamas, he might as well go to bed. He climbs on top of the mattress, sprawling face down on the comfy thing. Utterly starfished across the bed, he closes his eyes, relaxed.

“Hey there, Love-Prince,” a gruff voice says, followed by a hand brushing up the back of his thigh.

Sanji backs up into the touch, breath catching in his throat. Two strong hands spread his cheeks, coaxing a moan out of the blond. “Zoro, w-what are you–?”

A shushing sound renders him silent. Zoro’s right. He’s overthinking things as usual. It’s better just to feel.

[inusmasha]

In a secluded mountain village run by a society of mysterious women, Kagome, a young initiate, embarks on a transformative journey under the mentorship of their highly esteemed miko, Kikyo.

💎 Chapter 1 : “Prologue -A Dark Fairytale”

🐦‍⬛ Chapter 2 : “Before the Beginning”

Amidst the vast and verdant earth that stretched far beyond the gentle curve of the horizon, a stately gray mansion stood in stark contrast. Its solid structure overlooked endless rows of bushes, neatly arranged on sun-kissed slopes, creating a sanctuary for the tea that would soon grow. These tea bushes were famously known throughout the country to be much beloved by the emperor’s wife, which was a source of immense pride. And wealth.  ➴ Continue ➴

[ubejamjar]

This in response to @uldahstreetrat ‘s ‘what would be your wol/oc's perfect date?’ post. I wrote a whole thing and I didn’t want to just throw it under a reblog (I’ll still reblog the post, don’t you worry!)

Caution: This vignette is 100% indulgent, day-dreamy, wolmeric, marshmallow fluff. It’s so sweet it makes my teeth hurt.

[Original Post Here]

The Perfect Date

Aymeric and Ajisai would meet for tea and sweets at the café hidden in an alleyway. It’s a small building; its windows open up to the Sea of Clouds and it’s like being lost in the sky. It is perfect because the owner, Nata’li, knows of the Warrior of Light and the Lord Commander, but he has never seen their faces, so here, they are simply Aymeric and Ajisai.

They’ll sit at a little table by the window, a cracked blue cup filled with Halone Gerbera at its center. The flowers’ soft, white petals open wide to cheery, yellow centers that beam at them like old friends. Aymeric will tell her the story of how they came to be known as the ‘Fury’s favored flower’ as he pulls out a chair for her. He’ll laugh when she pulls out his chair with theatrical flair.

Nata'li will bring them a pot of tea; it’s a Far Eastern blend—a black tea, slightly smoky, with a citrusy edge. Ajisai likes it best with steamed milk and a bit of vanilla; Aymeric will add a few drops of birch syrup. They’ll take their tea with lavender shortbreads, sweet crumbs clinging to their fingers as they chat about nothing and everything all at once.

When their teacups are emptied and the shortbreads are long gone, they’ll linger as if ignoring time will preserve this dream in amber. They’ll trade little pieces of themselves in stories and laughter until Nata’li shoos them out.

“I open in the morning,” the Miqo'te will say with exasperated affection, “Go, be in love elsewhere and tomorrow I welcome you back, hm?”

But they won’t want the night to end, so they’ll stretch it out a bit longer, take the long way back to Ajisai’s little house. When they get there, she’ll open the door and ask if he’d like to come in for a moment, just to warm up before heading home. Aymeric will, because he always does, and they both know he’ll stay the night.

Ajisai’s home always smells of cinnamon sticks and evergreen, like a kitchen at Starlight. Books, notes, and sketches crowd every available surface, a trail of daydreams and research captured in charcoal and ink. They’ll both drink wine—too much wine.

Aymeric will carefully move her papers and books out of harm’s way. Then, he’ll ask her to dance, insistent even when she complains she doesn’t know how. When her eyes find his, gold lost in blue, he smiles, and she crumbles.

So they dance.

It’ll start with a simple waltz, a gentle, fairytale thing that sways to a song they feel rather than hear. It’ll end with the two of them holding each other close, spinning, and giggling until they’re too dizzy to keep going.

Then they’ll lay on the plush rug in her living room, fingers intertwined. Dreams will be traded between them like secrets—glimpses of a future they’re not sure belongs to them. It’s full of things like sleepy mornings wrapped in each other’s arms, handholding in the sunshine without fear of reproach, and the comfort of knowing their hearts’ home.

It’s so wonderful, so tangible they’ll start to think of how they could make it so. However, before either of them will find an idea, they’ll drift into spiced wine sleep, warm and content in a present that is already theirs.