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lousimusician · 6 years ago

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Sex Pollen Part 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Peter decide to break into your dad's lab when Peter comes across an interesting plant.

A/N: This is me aggressively ignoring the events of endgame by writing something with Peter. Also I think that movie fixed my writers block because I've been writing nonstop this whole week.

Warning: Language, smuttyish(kinda)

[Peter and the Reader are both 18]

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Peter quietly observed you while you were hunched over your desk in the corner of your room, playing around with a piece of technology you stole from your dad.

Peter was currently on the ceiling, looking down at you. He was incredibly bored and as much as he loved to just admire you while you concentrated, he couldn't stand the silence that came with it.

He watched as you quietly got frustrated and leaned back in your chair, head back and eyes closed. Peter took this as his que and slowly lowered himself, upside down from the ceiling by a web. He stopped once his face was leveled to yours. He watched as you took in calming breaths, and the little furrow in your eyebrows form, telling him that you were thinking.

To say he was completely and utterly crazy for you was an understatement. Peter was head over heels for you and was pretty sure he'd die for you if it came down to it.

He felt his cheeks redden as he realized he may have been gazing for a little too long and realizing how creepy that was, decided to break the silence by saying, "I'm bored."

Your eyes shot open as you sat up quickly, banging your head against Peter's. "Oww." You whined. You pushed your chair back, putting some distance between the two of you so you could see him better. "Peter! Don't scare me like that."

Peter smiled sheepishly, rubbing the spot on his forehead that you bumped. "Sorry but, I'm bored." He said again.

You shook your head, fighting the smile that tugged on your lips. "Then go do something."

"Like what?"

"I dunno, be Spider-Man. I'm sure there's someone that needs to be saved." You said, maneuvering around him, to pick up the tech you were playing with. "How do you do that?" You said, referencing his position, "Doesn't all the blood rush to your head?"

"No." He said simply. "I don't wanna go out. I want to hang out with you."

"Aren't you literally doing that right now though." You smirked. As you admired the wiring you were staring at.

"Ha ha ha." He said sarcastically. "I mean, I want to do something fun."

You looked into his puppy dog eyes and immediately found yourself giving in. "Fine," you sighed. "How 'bout a movie?"

"I dunno, we always watch movies."

"Okay then do you wanna go out or something?"

"No." He said shaking his head. "Whenever we go out together you get too much attention."

You paused. "...Well, my dad has been working on a new suit for you, if you wanna check it out."

"Wait really!?" Peter suddenly exclaimed, jumping up, which caused him to fall down on the ground, making you laugh loudly. "Shut up." He grumbled.

"Anyway, how does sneaking into Tony Stark's lab sound?"

"It sounds great, let's go!" He said, excitedly jumping up and grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him.

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While the two of you were scheming on how to break in. Bruce Banner had currently been the only occupant of the lab.

He stood with a gas mask on his face as he studied a plant in front of him.

A week ago, the Avengers had gone on a mission after a few aliens landed on earth and claimed they wanted to "Take over the planet". It had been pathetic really, the aliens were wiped out in half an hour.

But while on this mission, after Hulk had finished "smashing" the last of the aliens, he had reverted back to himself. Finding that Hulk had taken him onto one of the alien ships.

Bruce looked around at the strange tech, while he stood up, already heading for the exit. That was until something had caught his eye and started to draw him in like a moth to a flame.

It had been a plant.

It stood tall, about seven feet in height. It was absolutley beautiful. It had pink flowers that mimicked the shape of a heart and it was quite literally glowing.

Bruce touched the plant, his fingers coming back covered in a pink dust, which he naturally assumed was the flowers pollen. He leaned in, realizing it smelled familiar.

But the strangest thing happened after.

His heart started to practically beat out of his chest and before he knew it Hulk had come back.

Once he had calmed down and turned back into himself an idea struck him. He quickly plucked a flower off the plant and stuck it in a box that he found in the corner of the ship.

Not a single Avenger questioned why he now carried a box with him on the ride home.

And now a week later, Bruce stood in front of the plant which had grown two feet after it had been replanted, running tests on what exactly it could be.

"Ah Banner." Thor's booming voice sounded, as he stepped into the lab. "I was wondering if you would like to accompany me to-" Thor stopped, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he looked at the plant that sat in front of Bruce. "Why do you have that plant?" He asked genuinely curious.

Bruce looked up at Thor, surprise written all over his face. "Wait, you know what this is?" He said, voice muffled by the mask. He stepped around the table to approach Thor.

"Of course." Thor said, mildly offended. "Where did you get this?"

"Found it after the mission last Friday. It made me turn into Hulk, so I figured it could be useful if Hulk ever chickens out on me again." Bruce quickly explained. "What kind of plant is it?"

"It's called a Sex Pollen Plant." Thor said, stepping around Bruce to approach the plant. "It belongs to that specific race of aliens we fought. The plant helps the aliens to breed since they find it very difficult on their own."

Bruce scrunched his face in shock. "What does it do?"

"The pollen arouses the alien that breathes in the pollen- that may be why you turned into the Hulk, it raised your heart rate. I'm immune to it of course."

"Wait- I brought a sex plant into the compound." Bruce asked in shock, utterly horrified of his own judgement on the situation.

"Yes and I suggest you get rid of it. I have heard the affects of the pollen on a human could be very severe."

"H-how do I get rid of it?"

"Hm, I suppose I'll do it then. How have you been able to contain it?"

"I had this box I took from the alien ship, but it's too big now, so I've been putting it in one of the quarantine rooms just in case."

"Alright, come with me. I may have something that can help dispose of it safely."

"Okay, let me just lock up the lab." Bruce said.

The two of them stepped out of the room and Bruce pulled off his gas mask once the lab was locked.

Thor and Bruce headed towards the elevator, walking through the living room where the two spotted you and Peter sprawled out on the couches. They shot you two a greeting before leaving.

Peter's head snapped towards you. "I can't believe sending in Thor actually worked. Do you think either of them know what we're planning?"

You smiled, shaking your head. "No, I was too vague when I told Thor to get him out of the lab, and I love the guy but he isn't exactly the smartest person I've met. Now let's go, I don't know how long we've got." You said, trailing ahead of him.

You easily unlocked the lab, Peter following behind you.

As usual the lab was filled with tables with piles upon piles of weird tech, ranging from projects your dad or Bruce had been working on to discarded scraps that should've been tossed or moved out.

You immediately got distracted from the task at hand when you spotted one of your father's latest projects, "Alright, go find your suit." You muttered, walking towards the table.

Peter looked around the lab, trying to find some sign of the new suit he'd hopefully be getting soon. But to be honest, it was a bit of a wreck. With two scientsist's working there, the lab got a bit messy. So instead of Peter being able to locate the suit, which actually was placed nicely in the back of the room, his eye was drawn towards something else.

And it was beautiful, and definitely something he's never seen before.

Off to the side was a plant that had stood at two feet. Pink and glowing. And it was as if he couldn't control his movements while he walked towards the plant.

Now standing in front of it, his finger traced the petals of the glowing flowers, making his index finger come back with a pink dust on it, which he could only assume was its pollen.

He leaned in, breathing in it's scent.

He expected a normal flowery smell but, instead it smelled like you.

He pulled away for a second, and narrowed his eyes at the plant in confusion. But only for a few seconds, before being compelled to smell it once again.

Peter's eyes fell closed as he let the scent dance around him. There was no other way to describe it other than it being completely you.

Sweet and calming. It smelled like lavender and jasmine, with a hint of peaches, your perfume, your body wash, your shampoo, and that very specific scent that belonged to you and only you.

Peter was completely lost in it, breathing in deeply, treating it as if it was a drug he could never get enough of. The different layers of your scent completely engulfing him, making him feel warm and content.

His chest blossomed with warmth that spread down all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes and to the very crown of his head, that made his whole body feel like it was buzzing.

But he snapped out of the trance he was in when he felt a rush of blood travelling south. He tensed up, quickly turning around to see if you were still distracted.

He turned back around and backed away from the plant. And that was when he had noticed his spider senses had been going haywire. The hair on his arms standing up straight as goose bumps rose.

And whatever the plant had did to him was getting worse.

He felt warm, too warm. Like he'd start to melt soon.

He leaned on the table behind him, panting. A flood of arousal coursing through him.

From the end of the lab you heard Peter's panting breaths, causing you to look up and see his hunched over form leaning on the table behind him, sliding onto the ground.

"Peter?" You asked in concern. "You okay?"

He groaned at the sound of your voice, his eyes shut tight, trying to gain control of himself. But it wasn't working, inappropriate thoughts flooded his mind immediately wandering to what you would sound like letting out high pitched whines and moans of his name with that same voice, while he bent you over one of the tables and pounded into you hard.

He moaned at the thought, your eyes widening in shock at the sound not quite sure if he was in pain.... or if it was something else.

You stared at what was in front of him on the table, and knew whatever it was was the cause of Peter's state right now.

You quickly ran over, crouching down next to him.

You gasped, "Oh my God." His face was bright red as a thin layer of sweat collected on his skin. He was out of breath, eyes screwed tightly shut. But what caused your own face to turn red was the very prominent buldge in his pants. You cleared your throat. "Peter can you hear me?"

He slowly opened his eyes but immediately wished he hadn't, his pupils blown wide at the sight of you. Eyes trailing over every bit of exposed skin on your body, just picturing what it would feel like pressed against his own.

"(Y-Y/N)." He stuttered out a whine. "I-I-...S-something's...happening."

"Oh, shit." You cursed.

Peter wanted nothing more in that moment to pull you down into a kiss and pin you to the floor, grinding his hips into yours, but he still had enough mind to know how wrong that would be.

"Okay, alright, okay. This is what I'm gonna do." You said frantically. "I need to find Bruce-"

"No... d-don't go.." He didn't know why but he knew that if you left, it would only get worse. That even just your presence made him feel a little better and that he might just go insane if you left him. "Please... s-stay.."

It was too overwhelming, instead of his senses being dialled to 11 it felt like they were at a fucking 20 now. Hyperaware of you and only you, every movement, every breath, the beating of your heart, everything.

"What? B-but Pete-"

A gasp cut you off. Your head snapped towards the doorway, where Thor and Bruce stood.

"Thor, the kids got in." Bruce said in terror.

"B-Bruce!" You yelled in relief. "I- I don't know what's wrong with him- he just sorta collapsed, and he's acting really strange."

"Oh no, oh no, oh no, this isn't good." Bruce said rushing over to Peter. "Thor how do we fix this."

Thor looked down at him in pity, standing next to Bruce who was crouching on the opposite side of where you were. "The only known cure for someone who has been contaminated by a sex pollen plant is, well..sex."

Your head snapped towards Thor. "W-What?" You shrieked. "Is that what that thing is?" You started yelling angrily.

"Yes, and it must be with whoever's scent he smelled on the plant."

"Oh for fuck's sake, who brought a sex plant into the tower!"

"F-fuck, (Y/N)." Peter moaned loudly, eyes training on your figure. Getting more aroused at just how fucking hot you looked when you were mad.

"Ah," Thor said, coming to a conclusion. "And it would seem that it would be you Lady (Y/N)."

You cleared your throat, opting to ignore Thor's last comment. "Okay what are we gonna do?"

Thor looked at you in surprise, "Lady (Y/N) do you not know what sex entail-"

"Shut up Thor. I know how it works- but there's gotta be another way to help him." You gulped, looking down at him.

Bruce sighed, "I think- I think I'm gonna have to tell your dad. I'm pretty sure this isn't something I can fix in an hour by myself."

You huffed. "Fine, but we can't leave him here. Let's take him to his room."

You reached out and grabbed his arm, but at the loud moan he made due to the skin to skin contact you let go.

"I probably should have mentioned." Thor started. "That you shouldn't touch him."

"W-what? Why?"

"(Y/N) Please." Peter whined, trying to grab your wrist but you quickly pulled it out of reach.

You looked up at Thor. "It'll make him," Thor paused searching for the right word. "Eager? And you don't want that if you plan on looking for another cure- see he's trying to touch you now."

Thor was right, just that small bit of skin to skin contact seemed to have sent Peter into a frenzy. Your head snapped down at him, as you realized he was just about to put his hand up your skirt. You quickly grabbed his hand, holding it in a tight grip so he'd stop getting handsy. Your other hand quickly grabbing his free one too as it came nearer.

"Fine, then Thor take him to his room."

"N-no." Peter stuttered. "Please, I-I need you." He said as Thor picked him up, making you let go of the hold on his hands. "No! Let go!" He yelled at Thor. "(Y/N)!"

Thor headed for the door while Peter began struggling violently in his hold.

Bruce shook his head. "Tony is not gonna like this."

You scoffed. "Y' think?"

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scribblestatic · 4 years ago

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Both hero classes stand outside in their uniforms that morning. For 1-A, there’s a hint of nostalgia coming to them, remembering the first day they officially became students at U.A., while 1-B is curious as to what will happen.

The paper test that had been handed out to them and filled earlier that day was already weird. Instead of asking questions like “What’s 2+2,” or “How many bottles of dish soap does Johnny have,” it asked more personal things, like “I keep my promises,” or “There is a train heading down the tracks. There is one person tied to the tracks on one side and five people tied to the tracks on the other. You are standing at the lever. What do you do?” None of the questions were multiple choice, only essay statements requiring a one to two sentence answer. It felt different to their normal tests, that was for sure.

All Might, Eraserhead, and Vlad King all stand behind the short girl who appeared just about the age of the students, if not a little younger. She’s suited up in a gym uniform like the rest of them, wearing cute little red sneakers much like Ochako’s pink ones. She’s also got her hair tied up into a ponytail at the back of her head. They can’t see her eyes under her curly green bangs, but her peach lips show a pretty smile. All of them hold clipboards.

“Hiya~!” she greets with a megaphone speaker, standing under the shade of the parasol that All Might is kindly holding for her. If anything, it makes the students pay extra attention to her words. “Thank you all for being so kind as to fill out those little essay questions I gave you! Don’t worry about those, I’ll tell you why I made them later. Anyway, we’re going to do a few physical exercises, after which I will individually evaluate your quirks in a place with air conditioning! After that, I’ll be hard at work, so you likely won’t see me again until tomorrow, okay? Everyone, do your best!”

A few of them cheer with a bubbling of excitement, though others remain fairly muted.

They end up doing some of the exercise tests that 1-A did when they first arrived—ball throws, sit-ups, bar pull-ups, grip strength, standing long jumps, sidesteps, standing long jumps, the works. However, after a short rest period, they would do it again, this time without quirk utilization.

“Uhm,” Kaminari raises his hand. “Why do we need to do that? I mean, not to be rude or anything.”

Kobayashi writes for a moment longer before tapping her pen against Eraserhead’s arm, leading the man to glare at her a bit. “Let’s say you’re in a situation where someone like your teacher here has their eyes on you. Except they don’t have your health and wellness in mind like he does. They’re trying to kill you, so they eliminate your quirk.” She looks up at him, and though he can’t see her eyes, he feels her gaze on him. “You don’t want to be helpless without your quirk to protect you. Also, if you think about it, Eraserhead’s strength is completely separate from his quirk. So the fact he can support and restrain several people with his capture equipment all at once and disarm villains using weapons is purely because of his body strength alone. I find that fantastic, so I’m going to make sure you guys don’t become like the villains he faces and wimp out the instant you can’t use your powers.” She reaches over and taps All Might’s thin arm as well, surprising the man. “Even All Might in his thin form, looking like a willow tree that’s about to blow over, can judo throw a heavy-weight villain, break a wrist with one hand, and incite the fear of God into a villain with just his gaze. Don’t underestimate the power of your muscles and your instincts, and don’t forget to use them!”

The students ooh and ahh a little at the teachers, All Might blushing just a tad and Eraserhead ignoring the new, approving gazes from 1-B. Vlad King simply stands there, trying not to look despondent.

“How exactly did you know about the wrist breaking, Young Kobayashi?” All Might whispers as the classes get ready to do the exercises again.

“October 27th, 2214. New Orleans, Louisiana. News of a thin, lanky man, identified only as a person working with the All Might Agency, broke the wrist of a white American male robbing from the beignet shop he was visiting. It was deemed both self-defense and an accident by police as he hadn’t intended to use such force despite having a knife aimed at him. The robber pissing himself, however, was simply a result of the recognition of his actions. The witnesses agreed, though none of them had seen the expression on his face. A camera inside the beignet shop did catch the expression, however. Police still decided not to punish him for protecting himself and lauded the man as a hero. The shop owners also gave you a free box of beignets.”

“...How did you know that last part?”

She smiles up at him innocently. “You find a lot of things from finding secret camera footage. Besides, I have a skill of finding what I really want to find out by looking at something else entirely.” She turns away again and starts walking over to the ball throw circle to watch the first student to walk up. “Eyes are everywhere at all times, All Might!”

The three teachers are silent for a moment. Vlad King coughs in his fist.

“...I like beignets as well.”

Eraserhead shrugs. “Never had one.”

All Might blinks at him. “You should try one, Aizawa-kun. They’re rather delicious.”

——

The kids didn’t understand why Kobayashi-san was wearing a gym uniform like the rest of them. She hadn’t done any of the exercises, so it wasn’t like she needed it on.

They realized she was preparing for the quirk tests instead.

On the inside of one of the big gyms, she was standing in front of Bondo-san, arms raised to the air, with the sort of glittery smile that didn’t at all match her request.

“Cement the lower half of my body to the ground, please.”

“Eh?! B-But…”

“No buts! Only mine cemented to the ground with your quirk, please!”

“Eeeehhh?!”

“Woooow,” Kaminari murmurs. “Didn’t see this side of her at the cafe.”

“Right?” Mineta murmurs back. “...Kinda like it, though. Weirdly sexy, isn’t it?”

Eventually, Bondo does as she asks and uses cement on her up to her waist. She writes furiously on her notepad as she mumbles, occasionally stopping to ask Bondo questions or to pat the cement-like substance.

“Very similar to Cementoss, but very different, Cannot summon cement from the ground but can produce it like a viscous liquid with a solidifying factor that has the ability to loosen at his will—” Her head whips up to look at him, and he jolts. “Can you create armor or shields with your quirk?”

“I...I-uh…I don’t know? I’ve...never tried that.”

Her head tilts. “Have you ever tried molding this substance to your desires after it’s out of your body, or perhaps imagining it taking a specific shape pre or post-summon?”

Some of the nervousness leaves Bondo as he scratches at his chin. “I...I think I did a long time ago, as a little kid...I haven’t since...should I...try again?”

She nods furiously, then starts scribbling furiously again. “Needs additional, non-human tests for armory potential and defensive uses, must use test dummies for formation and alteration testing to—” She pauses, gasps, then scribbles more. “Check for potential cast creation for on-site first aid medical assistance and—”

Bondo listens for a while, staring at the girl before poking at one of the holes in his head. Some of the things she was mumbling, he’d never considered, or had abandoned after a point. But maybe...she was onto something. Well, the teachers had said she was an expert. He could see it now.

“Alright~”

The singing voice startles him out of his thoughts, and she’s returned back to normal, no longer mumbling up a storm like she’s summoning a demon.

“You can let me out now!”

“O-...oh! Of course…”

The glue-like adhesive loosens and slides off, and she steps out of it without a single stain on her clothes.

“Now harden it again.”

Bondo jolts. “Ah, uhm...I-I kind of...can’t? O-Once it’s loosened, I don’t...can’t control it anymore.”

“Hmm…” She quickly writes something down. “I think it’s within the realm of possibility for you, though. You should start with small amounts and try experimenting there. Your quirk and you are stronger than before U.A., even stronger than two weeks ago.” She smiles at him with a toothy grin. “Never say ‘you can’t’ until you absolutely can’t!”

Bondo feels his chest warm, and he nods firmly. “O-Okay!”

——

The day continues much like that, students able to relax and watch as they each show off their quirks to the best of their abilities. Though, Kobayashi would often throw in some random requests, like with Asui, where she asked her to pick her up with her tongue to test its flexibility while holding objects, or with Kaminari, when she asked him to try shocking her just a bit, though not enough to hurt her to try and test his control. He ended up shocking her stronger than anticipated, leading her to squeak in pain. He stopped immediately, gasping as a worried expression marred his face but she immediately assured him it was alright as she’d asked for him to do it.

“Besides, a shock like that could be vital to restarting someone’s heart! The fact you were able to do one that low means you could attune your power to the level of a defibrillator.” She pats his shoulder with a worried smile of her own. “Your quirk doesn’t only have to increase and hurt people. Besides, I’ve heard that some friends use you as a charging port. That’s only 12 volts of power, and you can do that easily! We just have to bridge the gap between strong and weak charges. Your quirk is more versatile than you think, Kaminari-kun.”

“Defi..brill...ator…” Kaminari blinks, wide eyed. “...That’s those shocky things in movies, yeah? The shocky chest things.”

“Yep!”

Kaminari looks at his hands and doesn’t say another word than his thanks as he heads back to the crowd. He keeps looking at his hands as the tests for others commence.

She asks questions, pries at their quirks, does tests with them, and investigates their own studies. Almost each time, the heroes in training found they hadn’t asked something about their own quirks and were amazed they hadn’t thought about it themselves. Yaoyorozu was getting excited when the students came back and talked about what the two discussed together, too far away to hear everything.

“I can’t wait for her to see my quirk,” Yaoyorozu confesses, her eyes bright and sparkling. “For her to think of so many creative uses for our quirks...it’s thrilling!”

“She’s a bit weird, but her interest reminds me of my little sister being interested in new things, kero,” Asui says, her smile a tad fond.

“Whose class do you think she’ll be in?” Ibara asks. “She’s going to study with us but council us, too. And, well, class 1-A and 1-B will have hero classes together, but not every class. Those are still split up.”

“Hmm...probably our class,” Ochako pokes her chin. “I mean, we’ve been attacked by villains before, but other than that, we’re a normal hero class.”

The students chat and wonder in their groups, but despite Kirishima’s attempts, he hasn’t been able to get Bakugou to say a single word.

He sits with his legs crossed, hands on his knees as he glares strongly at the weird girl. Just looking at her gets him annoyed, like there’s a bubbling of acid in his chest that’s waiting to explode. After all, she was clearly treating him differently.

And not in a good way, not the way Bakugou sees it.

When he’d been called up, she hadn’t mumbled like the others said she did with them. She’d asked for him to aim at targets and asked to test the temperatures of his select blasts. She’d asked about his wrists, shoulders, and hearing, and had determined that, at the very least, his eardrums seemed to have developed to withstand a lot of damaging noise. But that assertion had been the closest to a mumble he’d gotten, and the closest to any excitement.

She’d been clear, clinical, almost muted.

The fact she wasn’t going gaga over his quick didn’t fucking bother him at all. What did was that he was treated differently than the others. If she’d been a whole stoic scientist for everyone, he wouldn’t fucking bother, but the fact she wasn’t annoyed the hell out of him.

What also bothered him was just how familiar she seemed.

The others described excited mumbling and a touch of recklessness. That she’d asked questions they didn’t think to ask, some going a tiny bit further than they’d thought she would. Nothing sexual, but more like she was trying to dissect something about them.

He knew that feeling. He knew it very well.

Knew it all while he was growing up until Deku finally, officially gave up his fruitless dream in his third year of middle school.

Instead of writing U.A. on his school prospect list, he’d written some nowhere hole called Yamaguchi High, and some other loser spots. The class had grinned at the fucking nerd, and he hadn’t dared to look up from his desk. They all knew the fucking bastard finally knew his place.

But seeing her made him feel like he was watching Deku mumble all over again.

Their similarities didn’t help. She looked like him down to the freckles. He’d only known one person in his life with freckles, and that was Deku. The green hair was different, too. But it was much longer and a bright shade of moss green than Deku’s hair would ever be, their voices were too different, and she was a girl. She also didn’t cower at his presence, just simply didn’t show the same annoying excitement she showed to everyone else.

What, did she think his quirk was boring? That it was powerless? Did she think he was weak?

Katsuki growls under his breath, eyes narrowing.

He’d show her. Rather, he’d shown her. He is strong, powerful. He’s precise, too, able to hit all those moving targets.

If she had anything to say other than glowing praises of perfection for him during the council day, he’d have a bigger bone to pick with her than he’d ever had with Deku. Unless she had a good fucking reason, but he couldn’t imagine what that’d be. He was strong.

He got into U.A. with flying fucking colors. None of those weak losers in his class were able to stand up to him, even though some of them were strong, like Shuriken Hair and Hot-n-Cold, though the latter bitched out during the Sports Festival. And that Cheshire-looking motherfucker cheated his way to the top, so he doesn’t really count that as a full loss, even though he got that stupid silver hunk of useless metal. No, he’s sure. He’s the strongest hero of their year.

He almost can’t wait to hear what that annoying girl would have to say to him tomorrow.

#static writes #hacker au #the saga returns

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aspiestvmusings · 5 years ago

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TMS S3: GROUP A

THE MASKED SINGER SEASON 3 GROUP A/ GROUP 1: (contestants 1 - 6)

EP 3x01: CLUES & MORE: RECAP for remaining 5:

SPOILERS BELOW!!!

KANGAROO

CLUES:

Location: Outdoors: “Australia”

Location: Next to a /in a yard of a “peach coloured” building with arch/vault-style architecture

VISUAL CLUES:

Sign: OUTBACK (with the U being in the shape of horseshoe)

Sign: Yellow “road sign” with an arrow pointing down (”spiraling down”)

MIB as papparazzi/press following her - taking pics, media attention (for “the wrong reasons”)

Gramophone on a tree branch

Boxing bag - the kangaroo boxing/hitting the boxing bag

Jump rope - the kangaroo jumping over a jump rope (made of a vine...held by MIB)

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

”Like most of you watching, I’m a survivor.”

“I recently lost a person, who held my familys heart together. Then, by my own admission, I found myself in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons.”

“But I’m here to do what kangaroos do best - bounce back.”

“I have to fight for my family. And show them that bullies never win.”

“I am beyond terrified - I’ve never done anything like this before. But I’m not about to lose the chance to realize the dream I’ve always had.”

“To all the survivors out there -- This one’s for you.”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Dancing on My Own” by Robyn

Look/Costume: The kangaroo has a pouch (indicates female), but also has a red/silver boxing outfit & gloves (indicates male). Outfit colours: red & silver. Important: there is a crown on the back of her robe.

Stage: hexagon-shaped mirrors (5 of them) surrounding her/behind her [if my other guess is correct, then that stage design is a “clue”]

Height: Tall-ish...almost the same height as host Nick. A bit shorter, around 175cm, probably.

Mic hand: Right

Talking: “One of my greatest fears is being vulnerable. And this year I’ve had no other option than to be vulnerable. But...with this kangaroo costume I feel like I can get my superpowers back.” + [breathes in/sighs heavily before the song starts]

GUESSES:

I HAVE NO NAMES OF MY OWN. -- I thought she was this certain female artist, because the voice kinda seemed familair (sounded like hers to me), but none of the clues and other things seemed to fit. And after checking the clues it seems to confirm it cannot be her, cause nothing matches. Also... to me she doesn’t sound like any of the singers I thoughts she could be based on the clues, so... I havent actually figured her out...

I think people online are correct, and it’s a certain “reality star” (gramophone = reference to her dad being a sound engineer on a well-known past TV show) Though I am considering a few more options - mostly other reality stars/youtubers/family members of celebs... particularily one name. If my guess here is correct, then just like Llama, she would have a connection to a previous TMS contestant...but since I am not that familiar with her singing voice, I cannot be sure. But she has lost family members in the past few years, she has been in a media scandal, and you can even explain the australia thing kinda... so...until I hear more of her, I’ve got one name mainly in mind. But I wont name it until I’ve heard her sing at least once more.

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

Survivor = the title of a “Destiny’s Child” hit song

Lost a family member recently = either her family member (parent, grandparent?) died or they parted ways (were cut ouf of each others lives)

Gramophone = possibly a reference to a Grammy nomination/win. Or just music/sound/audio

Outback = possible connection to Australia

“spiraling down” road sign + papparazzi following her = she’s been in a media scandal “recently”

Crown = King/Queen

LLAMA

CLUES:

Location: Radio station/Mixing studio - mixing console (close up)

Location: Pottery making “class”

VISUAL CLUES:

Mixing console - close up of a studio/radio station mixing console

23.3 The Wool (name of the radio station/show)

Red lightbulb in the studio

Photo of a bull (the animal)

Playing cards: Ace of Spaces & Jack of Spades). Two black suit cards showing (Jack Black)

Sounds of Seattle - title of a vinyl album

Romancing a llama: pottery

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

"Mi-Mi-Mi-Mi-Mix it up!”

“Good morning, Nerd herd! You’re listening to The Wool. Where we’re all cool. No Bull.”

“I’m here for one reason only - to have a laugh. And what’s funnier than a Llama? (laughs at his own joke)”

“You may call me a joker. But I’d like to get serious for a minute. The song I’m singing tonight is my favourite track for celebrating love with that... special someone. There’s nothing like being swept up by it’s deep, profound lyrics. It’s a tune that really gets me in the mood for romance. I can’t wait to sing it for you tonight.”

“Llama out!”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “She Bangs” by Ricky Martin

Look/Costume: Dressed as a tourist - “hawaiian” style shirt,, photo camera around his neck. Llamas tongue out of his mounth, on the side.

Height: he is around 180cm - about the same height as host Nick (their shoulders are on about the same height)

Mic hand: Left

Talking: “umm.. This whole costume just spoke to me... My vibe... I wear digs like this in real life.” (answering the question about his costume & it’s looks)

GUESSES:

Drew Carey (TV host/comedian/actor...)

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

23.3 Wool = His show (The Drew Carey Show) had, during it’s 9-season long run, a total of 233 episodes.

Photo canera prop = His hobby is photography. Actually, it’s more than just a hobby - he has been accredited press photographer during many (sports) events.

Radio = He was a radio operator during the time he served in the Marine Corps. Also..he’s hosted a radio show (radio DJ) during his later career

Red light in the room = photography reference. In the DarkRoom red light is used when developing photo film/photographs.

Buddha figurine (Dalai Lama/Llama joke) = He is a buddhist.

Joker = he is a joker aka comedian

Seattle = He is the co-owner of a Seattle Football Club.

Playing cards = He took part in the celebrity poker game in 2003, where he did better than Jack Black did (played against Jack Black)

Nerd herd = He did take part in Zack levis (Chuck) “Nerd herd” lightsaber race one time at a Comic-Con convention.

Nerd herd = his show (DCS) & character were/was about nerds/was a nerd

Llama’s side tongue = early in his stand-up comedy days he had a joke with a side-tie (it looked visually very similar to what the llama’s tongue looks like - he just added some wires & tape to do “the trick” of swinging the tie to the side)

BONUS: He knows last years winner, “The Fox Mask” - they did “Whose Line is it Anyway” together, so... connection...

SPOILER ALERT: Llama is the mask who will be voted off next - in ep 2 (on Wed, Feb 5th). But while his voice might not be as trained as some other contestants, I loved his stage energy, and the comedy/fun he brought! One more song coming from him! And no, I am not sharing some secret info - they “accidentally” revealed the first two contestants, who get unmasked, so it’s been revealed by the network...for those, who notice small details...

MISS MONSTER

CLUES:

Location: Lady’s restroom/bathroom. The moster getting ready (coming hair, applying hairspray...)

Location: school hallway - lockers

VISUAL CLUES:

Sign: (image) ladies restroom

Itmes on the counter in bathroom/dressing room: Furspray (hairsray) can, pink bottle of some beauty product, three crystals (stones), a piece of sequin fabric

Key/Keychain: a single (old style) key with a keychain that says “FUN” #FUN #KEY = FUNKY = “QUEEN OF FUNK”

Purple furry diary/good luck charm/cosmetics bag/pencil box (with a face + kitty ears & unicorn horn) + a glittery pen

Lockers: Lockers numbered 10 (the ones she opens) & 11 (the one next to it)...with no other lockers having numbers on them

Miss Monster Locker: filled with images of S1 Monster, scrapbook flowers..etc...

Piece of paper on the locker door: Monster Hits.

Photograph of a cityscape (skyline with many skyscrapers) on the locker door [if I could only see the image better to know which city it is on it, that’d be one more clue]

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

“When you become famous, people want you to look or act in a certain way. They forget that you started off as just a shy little monster.”

“It didn’t take long for me to be misunderstood. So I’m here to set the record straight. Just like my favourite creature in Season 1 did. The Monster. He made me feel. He re-wrote his story. It was fire!"

“And now this performer in pink wants to follow in his furry footsteps, But darlings... I’m nervous. Will you still love me without knowing my name?”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Something to Talk about” by Bonnie Raitt

Look/Costume: pink & purple/violet furry costume with a bowtie

Height: she is short-ish (shorter than host Nick). She looks very short (barely 5 feet - more Dolly P. height 152cm than Chaka K height 162cm)

Mic hand: Right

Talking: NO ON-STAGE TALKING!

GUESSES:

Chaka Khan

Dolly Parton (since the total number of Grammy noms that the 18 contestants have in combined in 69 & Robot as the first revealed one has had 24-25 of them, that leaves only 44-45 for everyone else, that rules out this person, because she alone has had 46 nominations...compared to C. Khan’s 22 noms)

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES.

Number 10 = She has 10 Grammy Awards/wins. (interestinly: both D. Parton & C. Khan have 10 Grammy wins!)

Monster Hits = she has had (many) hit songs during her career

He made me feel = She has a song by the title “I Feel You” (1984 hit)

It was fire = She has a song by the title “Through the Fire” (1985)

Will you love me - that is (word for word) the title of of her her hit songs, “Will You Love Me?” (2007)

It was fire = She wrote the hit song “Fule to the Flame” (1967 hit) for Skeeter Davis.

Will you still love me? = She has/wrote a song titled “I will always love you”

Furspray/Hairsray = he was/is known for her big hair/haircut (managing that probably takes lots of hairspray)

FUN = FUN(K) #FUN KEY [FUN:KI] - she’s kinda the “queen of funk” (one of her albums is titled “FUNk This” (btw: Pun intended by her!)

TURTLE

CLUES

Location: school’s track & field event (Balzano Track Field) - contestants getting ready to run. The slow turtle surrounded by fast bunnies, all preparing for the event. [Slow & steady (turtle) wins the race]

Location: Schools track & field event - BANG! The race begings. The three other contestants (MIB as bunnies - wearing pink bunny ears - starting the race with a head start, all jumping on their blue bouncy balls)

VISUAL CLUES:

Turtle vs bunnies

BANG! in comic style - to mark the start of the race

The others (three bunnies) bouncing on blue balls whe n the race begins

Surf board - the turtle poliching/cleaning his poink & blue surf board

Pins on the track...popping the blue jumpy balls

Grilling burgers on an (outside) grill...on the track field.

Turtle crossing the finish line first (bunnies just going in circles, being stopped by pins on the way, or other reasons), as he has time to do other things & take it slowly, and then still get there first...with a burger in hand & winning the golden medal.

AUDIO CLUES/VOICE OVER:

"At the starting-line of my career I was surrounded by other hungry new-comers. It felt like everyone around me was fighting tooth-and-nail for the dream. And I watched as many of those stars burned too brightly, too quickly, and then fizzled down”

“I’m a turtle, because I’m always taking it step-by-step.”

“Slow and steady wins the race. But now I feel like I’m ready to break out of my shell. After years of preparation I would love to make a big splash. So I don’t want anyone to cross that finish line before me.”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice: “Kiss from a Rose” by Seal

Look/Costume: Punk/Rock-style, dressed in leather (pants, jacket), has a spike (hair)

Height: Short-ish (shorter than host Nick) - seems around 175cm. Small in size.

Mic hand: Right

Talking: “It’s hot. It’s really hot. And it’s heavy!” (when answering how doesn it feel to be in that costume and perform in it)

GUESSES

Jesse McCartney

Joey McIntyre PS. I tried connecting the voice to any boy-bands (of 1990s & 2000s), but I coukdnt. Even after some “research” - listening to each possible candidate...and IMO it’s none of them. The voices dont match, the heights doesn’t match---But it did sound like someone, who for me was a one-hit-wonder. Yeah, I only know that one song (and one more) from him... but voice seemed familiar.

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES:

Surf board = that he is a surfer; that he is from Cali/Australia/somewhere which is known as being popular among surfers; that he has won Teen Choice Award(s) (this award in in the shape of a surfboard)

being surrounded by other new-comers at the start of his career = either he got his start through a (singing) competition and was one of many contestants fighting for the win AND/OR he got his start in a “boy-band” and was one of the youngsters looking for fame...

Surf board = Teen Choice Awards - winning several TCAs for his first/biggest hit song/album in 2005, and more. And he’s played a surfer character on a TV show

BSB references/connection - he was the opening act in 2005 for BSB during the European part of the tour.

Dream = he started in a boy-band with the name “Dream Street”

on stage presence/body language (movements) = very similar to J.M.

WHITE TIGER

CLUES:

Location: Football field. Tiger striking a power/winners pose.

Location: School hallway, lockers. Tiger walking in, shoving everyone out of his way.

Locatrion: School library (sitting behind a table, with his legs on the table)

Location: School hallway, lockers. MIB trying to get him to audition for TMS. MIB (fans) taking selfies with him.

VISUAL CLUES:

Golden plate/sign with text: Ultimate champion for clam shucking: 51 clams” (next to a golden clam shell)

Sign/ad on the wall: “Masked Singer tryouts 5/3.” + images of three past masks included: Eagle, Lion & Raven. Plus the text: “Hurry. Not for long" also written on it.

Sign on the all with images of past US presidents, including Abe Lincolns & the text/quote “Four Score and Seven Years Ago...”

The TMS golden mask throphee shown next to the lockers (as Tiger says “let’s party!”)

AUDIO CLUES/VOICEOVER:

“Ready to meet your next champion? My entire life I’ve sought out perfection, so choosing a mask with unlimited power like the White Tiger was a no-brainer.”

“I’ve had a giant career full of accomplishments. But when I imagine being on stage (and) singing, I’m a big old scared cat.*

“It’s been a while since I did something that scared me, so I’m here to concour yet anither challenge.”

“What’s my motivation? My fans! I don’t wanna let them down."

“So now I’m ready to get in that ring and smash the competition.”

“Let’s party!”

ON STAGE CLUES:

Song choice “Ice Ice Baby” by Vanilla Ice

Look/Costume: Dressed in “Egyptian style"

Height: very tall & big (much taller than host Nick) - over 190cm, looks about 2m tall

Mic hand: R & L (alternates)

Talking: “It’s the most powerful I’ve ever felt. Like I can concour anything. I never wanna take it off” (when answering what did it feel like when he first put on the costume/mask)

POSSIBLE MEANING OF CLUES:

He played during the 51st (51 clams) & 53rd (5/3) Super Bowl games.

The three past TMS masks shown are all animals that are parts of names of existing football teams: Ravens, Eagles, Lions. Meaning he is an athlete & specifically plays american football (NFL)

The Lincoln quote translates to “87 years ago...”, so number 87 is the clue here. This could be a reference to player No. 87.

He has had a very succesful career in his own field (sports). Singing is not his main job.

IF the voice-overs were done later, not during initial filming, then it’s possible that “smash” relates to the person smashing a lego-statue of a TV host during 2019/2020 New Years. Which in itself was supposed to be about his famous “Gronk Spike” during football games.

A tiger (albeit “regular”, not white) was one of the characters & costumes + name of the sports team in the Katy Perry video “Swish Swich”, where this athlete also appeared.

The Golden (Golden Mask) trophe - most likely a reference to his many wins (the trophees he/his team has won)

GUESSES:

Rob Gronkowski (Gronk, athlete, 198cm) = 99% certain it’s him

Because of the height alone (seems to be around/almost 2m = 6 feet 5) there are not that many possibilities at all. Even if we don’t listen to that voice or consider the clues. Based on height alone it can basiclaly be only one of these names: Dave Bautista (198cm); The Rock (196cm); Hulk Hogan (201cm); Tyler Perry (196cm); Brad Garrett (204cm); Joe Manganiello (196cm); Jeff Goldblum (194cm); Jason Mamoa (193cm); Tom Brady (193cm)..or the likes...

Even other possible names, like the ones listed by the panel, are not valid guesses, because of their height: John Cena for example is actually only 185cm tall. Also... several of these tall men are bigger/more muscular, so that makes it even easier to determine the name based on only the physical appeance...without even listening to the clues.

ROBOT

First mask to be voted out in ep 1

Havent listed his clues, cause there’s no use for them anymore, as he was voted off.

With his 86 tattoos he makes up for about half of all the 160 tattoos the 18 contestants have combined. With his 24-25 Grammy nominations he makes up about 1/3 of all the 69 noms the 18 contestants have combined. And quite many of the 88 gold records the 18 contestants have combined, belong to him (I don’t know the exact number, but most/all of his 10+ albums have gone gold, I think) - exact number depends on how they count it for this list.

<<<<< THIS IS WHAT GOES ON IN MY HEAD AFTER EVERY TMS SHOW/EPISODE. THIS IS HOW I CATEGORIZE THE INFO I HAVE INTO FOLDERS IN MY MIND. THIS IS HOW SPECIFIC I AM, AND HOW INTO DETAILS I GO. THIS IS HOW MUCH I PAY ATTENTION (while, most likely, missing a ton of more hints that I’ll only notice during re-watch) I JUST DECIDED TO WRITE IT DOWN...FOR ONCE.

BUT... unless I decide to cut some sleep time to do this again, I am probabky not gonna do this after every episode. Possibly for the first episode of every Group (so beside ep 1, also ep 4 & ep 7)

#THE MASKED SINGER #TMS #SPOILER #TMS SPOILER #TMS US #THE MASKED SINGER USA #THE MASKED SINGER SEASON 3 #TMS S3 #TMS SEASON 3 #THE MASKED SINGER S3 #MASKED SINGER

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fandomplethora · 5 years ago

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(ummm, i’m not sure what inspired to make this post (besides the fact that i have been listening to this artist on a near constant basis now) but here we go anyways;;;)

MYSTIC MESSENGER CHARACTERS AS HOBO JOHNSON SONGS

Hyun (Zen) - 3%

“you should go and quit your job and make all of those dreams come true. how is your self esteem? huh? that's important in what you're about to do. don't talk to your friends, their opinions hold so much weight. and that doesn't make sense. even your family, parents just don't understand. make the time. drop school, and people, and work to play music all night. you'll make a dollar an hour, at least you'll like your life. and roll with the punches even when it feels like you're getting fucking jumped but you're a real bad judge of it. hold on tight, boy. might be a fuckin', hell of a ride. but, but, but, they said it's a three-percent chance...that I'm gonna make it. that's a little bit less than what it is in my mind but it's ok, I think I can take it. they said it's a three-percent, my friends, that's what they said. and then I sat there and thought about it and almost believed it for a sec. but I think that they'll love me.”

Yoosung - Mario and Link

“mario's never getting some and link's never getting some, so why would princesses love me? i'm not really making moves, I'm just kinda breathing. i work at fucking pizza places just so I keep eating. (that's the type of shit)...thats the type of shit to make be buy a flask for 25 and fill it up with takka vodka only 4.99...yester-year yes-sir-please let me get the recipe, to not being broke. fuck I'd really love to be a king, but mario and link should've showed that perseverance is not the end all to everything. the princess in the hallway with a robe, I asked "do you for coffee and scones and she says "no!". but I just killed a fucking dragon though! with this sword that I made from the words of my soul. I just killed a fucking dragon though, I just killed a fucking dragon though. but its whatever I don't even care that much.”

Jaehee - Peach Scone

“...disregard every time I call you pretty. though it's meant sincerely it's just my imagination drifting...so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart...or at least your spare time. and I love the thought of being with you. or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone. the second one's way sadder than the first one...we should go get a cup of coffee...I don't know what to tell you if I try to confess my love for- scones! i just wanna tell you real quick please, shh, I love- these scones! ...but she, you know, she is just so sweet and she cared about me a lot when no one else cared about me and I think that's really nice. really you know, she's just a, she's just a peach. she's a peach scone. and I love the thought of being with her, I just really hope that she doesn't get hurt.”

Jumin - Father

“my dad taught me 'bout the story 'bout the birds and the bees. when the bees turn into wasps and take half of everything. he sounded sure, that a bird doesn't need a full nest but a bed for our bird heads to rest...he told me son, beware, of the monsters that roam the depths of your head. sometimes they'll make you real sad or or real real mad, or real real jealous and that's real real bad. boy, breathe...my father's married to a shape shifting monster who can sometimes take the form of a really really really nice woman. and although it seems super fucking frightening, sometimes this scary monster makes a really really great vanilla pudding. he has courage but sometimes your courage isn't quite the kryptonite as the monster runs rampant through the house. sometimes your courage makes you feel strong but it seems as if the monster eats your muscles all along, fucking pickin' out your self-respect right out its scary teeth. her breath smells like pride of self and other men she used to meet. and the monster doesn't sleep - just schemes and fiends on the next tasty meal it gets to eat, it gets to eat.”

Saeyoung (Luciel) (707) (Seven) - The Ending

“she said, "you're like the weird...guy...in all the movies, who turns into the hero at the end and gets the girl" and I was like, "shut your mouth". but I'm gonna take over...the world as soon as everybody dies. i'm gonna take over your heart as soon as I get the balls to try. Ima re-arrange the alphabet and then take "U" and "I" and put a bit of space between 'em and hope that nobody cries. ...Ima be a nice guy might fuck around, it make a difference. Ima hope for the best, but prepare for the worst...I hope that you don't fall into their schemes and what they say, when you look them in their eyes, that they don't choose to look away...I hope that you don't fall into my schemes or what I say. when you look me in the eye, I'll look you dead into the face 'cause you don't deserve to be fucked with unless you're a fucking asshole...yeah, I ain't shit I ain't shit compared to them, right? I ain't shit. and I know she wants a piece of this wit (no!) and I know she wants a piece of this wit. my wit, my wit, my wit...”

Jihyun (V) - Romeo and Juliet

“we're just romeo & juliet but getting drunk and eating percocets. but just to ease the stress but soft what light, thru yonder window breaks it is the east - but juliet just puked off the balcony. how romantic. nothing like getting drunk and getting manic on a motherfucking monday, i brush the bangs behind her lovely little ear as she describes in detail how the end is truly near. wow, and I'm sure that we can do this for forever or until we drink the poison, 'cause she sees some cloudy weather. ...dear shakespeare, could you write a happy ending please? we just deserve a happy ending please, please. ...and every sting from every teardrop from every ring at every pawn shop. ...but dear mom, conversations from a couch haven't ever felt the same...my mom was made from adam's rib and the marriage went south...but dad loves to shout really loud. loud enough to knock the lamps and dressers to the ground. in my memory, i can hear chopin's nocturnes playing in the background, a slow trainwreck, you'll close your eyes, but forever hear the sound, and boy, it's tough. ‘cause that’s the sound of people falling out of love.”

Saeran (Unknown) (Ray) - Jesus Christ

“jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd save me. i've been on the wrong side of a bunch of arguments lately. and jesus christ seems super nice, i wonder if he'd love me. how come I only wonder when I'm sad or really hungry? jesus christ, you're super nice but don't expect much from me. I would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing. praise god and other things that don't make sense to puny minds, like ours, designing roller coasters that almost always seem to fall apart. ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun knowing that. that one day, you know, I fly to the sky, to the sun? and jesus christ, you're super nice. so I'll write a song about it. or that no one ever knowing for always claiming they're about it. press "ignore" on both sides that always claim to know that they're so sure. or just not be a giant fucking prick and enjoy the show. I'll enjoy the show if I'm not a giant prick, does that just mean that I am saved? jesus christ, you're super nice, i'm sure that you could love me. even if I don't go to church every sunday. jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? if I'm not murdering people, then smashing their fucking urn. but jesus christ, you're super nice, how could you let me burn? but if I go to hell, I'll grit my teeth and get to work.”

? (Vanderwood) - Demarcus Cousins and Ashley *note: this one was more difficult because we are not shown much of vanderwood currently in the game though i do consider him a pivotal character - and one i want to get to know more as a player. we know vanderwood is a caring guy who can be rough around the edges - he’s also funny, awkward and, personally, charming. so, i look at this as him relating how he does care for those around him while comparing it to other shit he has seen. okay, analysis done. bye.

“I'm not a nice guy (he's not a nice guy). I go to jail sometimes (he goes to jail sometimes). but I am slowly getting better ever since a little lady wrote me such a lovely letter. I love breathing...I love drinking, but not enough to ever have to go to all those stupid meetings (let’s go)...I- I love you like the dog hates the leash and the leash loves the dog, like I love nothing else at all. love you like my dad loved my mom before they realized they don't love each other at all...I love you like bosses love to talk a lot of shit and like getting really mad when I quit, what? I love you like the bird hates november or just really really rainy windy weather. I love you like america loves to fuck things up and cops love to do things that are super unnecessary...and I love you like the stars love lonely eyes on seven consecutive friday nights.”

Mina (Rika) - Creve Coeur 1

"hi," says the girl with the right eyes that pairs pretty well when she hits you with the soft smile. you can kinda tell that something's going on, but she's like a skrillex song that never drops, she'll never talk. she'll never talk about the feelings that she felt today. better kept inside of a fence, inside of a cage, inside of a safe. that's safe for her 'cause they just hurt. and she don't know why that god sauntered. I hope he's trying. she said, "I hope he's trying. do you think he's trying?" then I said, "I don't know" but I asked her, "what’s wrong?" she just nods her head. and then I asked her, "what's wrong?" and she said...hold me closely. I don't think you should love me. I always feel so lonely knowing that nothing will ever last forever. sorry, you're much too late, much too late. ("you are so late")...she holds her breath all day and fucking gasps for air at night. she promised she would love me but only 'til the morning time. sorry, you're, you're much too late. you're much too late, you're much too- sorry, you're much too late- much too..."

MC - ? (MC is more difficult...I almost can find lines from various songs but it came down to these two.)

#2 - Mover Awayer (and it’s mainly for this part only.)

“fear the man who lives without love and the lover who lives without fear. fear the man who always wants to fight, he's not a talker. fear the talker who never wants to fight, he's got no guts. fear the man who knows he's gonna die so he cries every night and just denies his life's beauty. and fear the man who has heaven in his plans, so he gets so complacent that he doesn't call his family. fear the man who doesn't understand that there's a million fish in the sea, but fear the girl who he really thinks is a different species, she'll rip your heart out. ...makes my Mondays feel like Fridays (give me a break)...makes my Ruby Tuesdays taste like Benihanas (give me a break) and all I've really wanted was for us to get along.”

#1 - Typical Story (I genuinely won’t even put the lyrics for this song because it is more about the theme and feel of the song itself - as MC is the only one “playing” and going through these character’s “stories”. Casual, Deep or Another. So, I will just recommend listening to it and reading the artist’s notes on it for why I picked it as number one for MC’s song.)

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britnxyspears · 5 years ago

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The problem with a lot of princess peach cosplayer's wigs in the modern era of cosplay is that they 'spike' the hair on the sides using the goku wig technique, making the wig look more like a generic anime hairstyle wig.

Another problem, and these go hand in hand, is that aside from the tips of the spikes the rest of the hair falls pin straight.

Peach's hair isn't straight or super curly, it's just very big and wavy, like Farrah Fawcett's hair, but also with a touch of cartooniness, with her middle bang section being sort of heart shaped.

It's strange how cosplay has changed so much within the past decade, because I feel like before these (the goku one in particular) techniques were massively available, people put more soul into their cosplay, since high quality wigs were rare, we did more realistic takes on characters' hairstyles, but even when exaggerated, there was always a sense of discovery in the process. I remember talking to people at cons in the early 2010's and there was a big shift in wig styling then, because wigs were actually being made for the community at pretty much everyone's price range, in the colors that were needed, but the styling techniques from the 90s and early 2000's were still present.

I'm happy that cosplay as a community hobby had become more accessible than ever, people are okay with people buying cosplays rather than making them from scratch, body shaming and sexual harassment are so much lower than they used to be in these circles, and taken more seriously. Disabilities have been recognized in the community as not taking away from an experience or being a hurdle, but inspiring more creation.

Instagram, and social media at large is partially to thank for that, but the downsides are still there. I feel like with the rise of costume makeup as regular makeup (aka contour, lip liner, you know) the actual costume makeup has gotten awkwardly glamour focused. Even the most soulful part of a cosplay- making your features blend or emulating a character's features- has gone down the drain for a more neutrally basic attractive look of winged eyeliner and bright nude eyeshadow.

I just kinda miss when interpreting characters was a part of cosplay, instead of cosplay being just a look.

#weird specific nostalgia

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lemon-writings · 6 years ago

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Playlist: Hamish

The atmosphere of Hamish is best described as “sad, vaguely religious, and dark”, and this playlist conveys that pretty well, in my opinion.

Happy Pills - Weathers

We can go to my house if you wanna / Hang out in my bedroom, lose your honor / Even if they find us, we're apathetic / And they can't take that away

The voices in my right brain are kinda funny / They tell me "take a deep breath, it's always sunny" / But where I leave the lights on / It's so obvious that my life's pretty plain

Choke - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Now shut your dirty mouth / If I could burn this town / I wouldn't hesitate / To smile while you suffocate and die / And that would be just fine / And what a lovely time / That it would surely be / So bite your tongue / And choke yourself to sleep

You get everything you want / And money always talks / To the idiot savants

Daddy Issues - The Neighborhood

I know how much it matters to you / I know that you got daddy issues / And if you were my little girl / I'd do whatever I could do / I'd run away and hide with you / I love that you got daddy issues / And I do too

I keep on trying to let you go / Not even let you know / How I'm getting on / I didn't cry when you left at first / But now that you're dead it hurts / This time I gotta know / Where did my daddy go?

Go ahead and cry little boy / You know that your daddy did too / You know what your mama went through / You gotta let it out soon, just let it out

“From Now On We Are Enemies” - Fall Out Boy

What good comes of something when I'm just the ghost of nothing?

I'm just the man on the balcony singing: / "Nobody will ever remember me, " / Rejoice, rejoice and fall to your knees

Lunatic of a god or a god of a lunatic? / Oh, their faces are dancing / They're dancing til / Til they can't stand it / A composer but never composed / Singing the symphonies of the overdosed / A composer but never composed / Singing: / "I only want what I can't have"

Heralded as a king before I had a birthday / With double digits / Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid

After the Storm (feat. Tyler, the Creator) - Kali Uchis, Tyler, the Creator, Bootsy Collins

Whatever goes around eventually comes back to you / So you gotta be careful, baby / And look both ways before you cross my mind

So if you need a hero (if you need a hero) / Just look in the mirror (just look in the mirror) / No one's gonna save you now / So you better save yourself

I know it's hard / But do you even really try? / Maybe you could understand / When all you had to do was ask / And just open your mind / When everything is passing by / And all you had to do was try / Yeah, all you had to was try

Garbage Bin - Tiny Little Houses

I don't want to go back home / I don't want to see my folks / Just gonna hold my breath and maybe with some time I'll learn to float

I need a little bit of money and a little bit more time / I keep on losing my friends to suicide / And it don't get much better than this / I hate to break it, but, the longer that you try / The less likely that you will make it / I don't want to be alone / I don't want to die at home

I think I’m getting depressed / It’s always me against the world / I’m well aware I’m egocentric / And it’s going to hell

Relapse - Divided By Friday

I don’t wanna be somebody falling into relapse / Every time I see that smile again / I just think of when you said “I love you, / But I don’t think I can be the one.” / And, the truth is, we could’ve been happy, / But you would not believe in me

And, no, I can’t pretend I’m fine / With the life you left behind / Or keep on hoping that you change your mind.

Happy Little Pill - Troye Sivan

I’ll take a dip into the / Unknown, unknown

Oh, glazed eyes, empty hearts / Buying happy from shopping carts / Nothing but time to kill / Sipping life from bottles / Tight skin, bodyguards / Gucci down the boulevard / Cocaine, dollar bills / And / My happy little pill / Take me away / Dry my eyes / Bring color to my skies / My sweet little pill / Tame my hunger / Lie within / Numb my skin

Bad Blood - Bastille

We were young and drinking in the park / There was nowhere else to go / And you said you always had my back / Oh but how were we to know / That these are the days that bind you together, forever / And these little things define you forever, forever / All this bad blood here, won't you let it dry?

If we're only ever looking back / We will drive ourselves insane / As the friendship goes resentment grows / We will walk our different ways

Mama’s Gun - Glass Animals

Dirty Dustin, said he saw him / Playing ball with Dizzy Jim / Dizzy Jim had never spoken / Whispered back, "You murdered him" / My heart strings broke and it was me / I pull, they stretch infinitely

Play with me, my love, in the summer sun / I'll be waiting in your favorite Cheshire grin / Lay with me, my dear, in the evening clear / I'll be dreaming in my paper-pale skin

Wires - The Neighborhood

Mr. Know-it-all had his reign and his fall / At least that's what his brain is telling all

If he said "help me kill the president" / I'd say he needs medicine / Sick of screaming "let us in" / The wires got the best of him / All that he invested in goes / Straight to hell, straight to hell

He tells me to be raw / Admits to every little flaw / That never let him sit upon the top / Won't tell me to stop / Thinks that I should be a little cautious / Well, I can tell the wires pulled

I'm having trouble in believing / And I just started seeing / Light at the beginning of the tunnel / But he tells me that I'm dreaming / When he talks I hear his ghosts / Every word they say to me / I just pray the wires aren't coming

Dirty Laundry - Bitter:Sweet

I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along / Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong / I'll pull the trigger in a flash / Watch out honey, step back

What's the fun in playing it safe? / Think I'd rather misbehave / We're simply mad / Simply mad

DeMarcus Cousins & Ashley - Hobo Johnson

I love breathing, pizza, Santa Claus and Jesus and other things that feel real nice to believe in / I love drinking, but not enough to ever have to go to all those stupid meetings (Let's go)

I love you like the stars love lonely eyes, ah / On seven consecutive Friday nights / I- I love you like the dog hates the leash / And the leash loves the dog, like I love nothing else at all

Father - Hobo Johnson

He told me son beware, of the monsters / That roam the depths of your head / Sometimes they'll make you real sad or / Or real real mad, or real real jealous and / That's real real bad, boy breathe / Nicotine until you fall asleep like all of our family

My father's married to a shape shifting monster / Who can sometimes take the form / Of a really really really nice woman

Evil Woman - Electric Light Orchestra

There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in / You took my body and played to win / Ha, ha, woman, it's a cryin' shame / But you ain't got nobody else to blame

Ha, ha, woman, what you gonna do / You destroyed all the virtues that the Lord gave you

Ha, ha, funny how you broke me up / You made the wine, now you drink the cup / I came runnin' every time you cried / Thought I saw love smilin' in your eyes

The evil woman (you're an evil woman) / The evil woman

Bang The Doldrums - Fall Out Boy

This city says / Come hell or high water / Well, I'm feeling hot and wet / I can't commit to a thing / Be it heart or hospital

Best friends, ex-friends 'til the end / Better off as lovers and not the other way around / Racing through the city, windows down / In the back of yellow checkered cars

The tombstones were waiting / They were half-engraved / They knew it was over / Just didn't know the date

Tap Water Drinking - Lewis Del Mar

The night’s getting wobbly / It's seven in the morning / And I should leave you probably / But everything else is boring

I want to drink your water / A tap from the Caribbean / Forbidden fruit's in season / Cherry lips and fresh peaches

Sex in the City - Hobo Johnson

Beautiful people only live in downtown / And midtown and not around where I stay / Is it their brain that really matters / Or their character that flatters / Or dependent on their beautiful face

Wait for It - Leslie Odom Jr.

Death doesn’t discriminate / Between the sinners / And the saints / It takes and it takes and it takes / And we keep living anyway / We rise and we fall / And we break / And we make our mistakes / And if there’s a reason I’m still alive / When everyone who loves me has died / I’m willing to wait for it

I am the one thing in life I can control

Hamilton doesn’t hesitate / He exhibits no restraint / He takes and he takes and he takes / And he keeps winning anyway / He changes the game / He plays and he raises the stakes / And if there’s a reason / He seems to thrive when so few survive, then Goddamnit—

Grave Digger - Matt Maeson

I can't run to you, father / I need love / I can't talk to you, mother / I know it's got you caught up

But tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed? / So, tell me if I run away, how long will I bleed?

I'll be tryna suck all of the liquid out the dirt / Tryna catch a curve, digging my own grave! / Ooh, mama

Archive - Mal Blum

And the hotel where I slept that night / Was surely haunted, then / Because every hour, I woke up feeling / So watched and wanted and / I think I remember that from when we met / Which feels so insignificant / Or maybe odd now to admit / It's all in retrospect, oh

Pretending I was sane / And giving up / The things I love the most / Because they felt like pain

We don't believe in ghosts and such / We watch the hunt incredulous / But cannot look away

We're gonna die and maybe it's gonna be alone / We're gonna die and maybe it's gonna be alone / And no one will find the things we left behind

Do It All The Time - I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

No need to cry / I'm only doing anything I want to do / Because I do it all the time / (Do it all the time)

Now we're so young / But we're probably gonna die / It's so fun / We're so good at selling lies / We look so good / And we never even try / Get your money from a trust fund / Do it all the time

Pretty Little Head - Eliza Rickman

Hook, line, and sinker / Drop it down to the bottom / Butterfly float, flicker, soar to the top / Kill for the thrill / Cut it, stick it where you got him / Circle Rolling Under, running red to the stop

Boy, where's your mother? / Fall down dead / Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head / I wish you were here, I wish you'd make my bed / Dirty mind, dirty mouth, pretty little head

Take a breath, my heart, and hold your tongue / It's just a cog in the year of all my love

Peach Scone - Hobo Johnson

They're just really good friends, and that's fine / He understands, it's rational

Hi, what's your name? How are you? How’s your life? / Oh, you got a man? Are you in love? If so, what type? / Is it just platonic, strictly just as friends / Or the type that ties you two together 'til tomorrow’s end? / If it is, disregard every time I call you pretty / Though it’s meant sincerely, it’s just my imagination drifting

And I love the thought of being with you / Or maybe it’s the thought of not being so alone! / Hey, the second one’s way sadder than the first one / But I don’t know

Shit, I love being—I love being loved, but / Don't like crying on the phone

Wait - The Dear Hunter

I lost my faith when I was young / I clenched my fist to bite my tongue

Then I said wait / Are our bodies really piles of dirt? / And is the soul just a metaphor? / I keep my eyes from looking too far up / I fear that there is a heaven above

I stood in lines to bow my head / I'd fold my hands and speak in tongues / To whisper worries to the dead / But I could tell no apparition heard a single word I said / But I'd still call my fear in to the air

Is my body really part of the earth / And is there blood running through my veins? / I'll know when I turn to dust / But I fear the answer isn't enough / So, will I never know heaven or hell? / Or is eternity something worse?

I hope there's not a heaven above

bury a friend - Billie Eilish

What do you want from me? Why don't you run from me? / What are you wondering? What do you know? / Why aren't you scared of me? Why do you care for me? / When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

Today, I'm thinkin' about the things that are deadly / The way I'm drinkin' you down / Like I wanna drown, like I wanna end me

Step on the glass, staple your tongue (Ahh) / Bury a friend, try to wake up (Ah-ahh) / Cannibal class, killing the son (Ahh) / Bury a friend, I wanna end me

It's probably somethin' that shouldn't be said out loud / Honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now (Wow) / Calling security, keepin' my head held down / Bury the hatchet or bury a friend right now

Killer - The Hoosiers

I hate my work, but I'm in control / I'm fearless now, but it cost my soul

Blood red lips, they shake like leaves / You're flesh and blood, but what's underneath?

It's alright to scream, I'm screaming too / Why do you think I do these things I do? / For shadows haunted me like ghosts / So I became what I feared the most / I conduct fear like electricity / A man made monstrosity

This Is Home - Cavetown

Often I am upset that I cannot fall in love but I guess / This avoids the stress of falling out of it / Are you tired of me yet? I'm a little sick right now but I swear / When I'm ready I will fly us out of here

Are you dead? Sometimes I think I'm dead / Cause I can feel ghosts and ghouls wrapping my head / But I don't wanna fall asleep just yet

Exit Music (For a Film) - Radiohead

Wake from your sleep / The drying of your tears / Today we escape, we escape / Pack and get dressed / Before your father hears us / Before all hell breaks loose

Breathe, keep breathing / Don't lose your nerve / Breathe, keep breathing / I can't do this alone

And you can laugh a spineless laugh / We hope your rules and wisdom choke you / Now we are one in everlasting peace / We hope that you choke, that you choke

Human - Jon Bellion

There's someone gorgeous in my bed tonight / Yet I'm still petrified that I'll die alone

I'm just so sick of being human

I got no guts to tell the one I love / That she's the reason that I wrote this song / And that's some coward shit, I know it's sus / But Lauren call me when you hear this song

Shrike - Hozier

Words hung above, but never would form / Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn / Remember me, love, when I'm reborn / As a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn I'd no idea on what ground I was founded / All of that goodness is going with you now / Then when I met you, my virtues uncounted / All of my goodness is going with you now

Jesus Christ - Hobo Johnson

I've been on the wrong side of a bunch of arguments lately / Momma, I may never come home again / Momma said, "There's nothing wrong with being happy" / Happy trails, but Momma, I'm just feeling so alone / Momma said she's busy working, spending time with that other guy / But Momma, I just wanna come home / "But home is where your heart is, boy, at least you've got a phone"

Jesus Christ, you're super nice / But don't expect much from me, I / Would kneel down, but I'm afraid that I would just feel nothing Praise God / And other things that don't make sense to puny minds / Like ours, designing roller coasters that almost always seem to fall apart / Ain't it fun, ain't it fun, ain't it fun

Jesus Christ, you're super nice / I'm sure that you could love me / Even if I don't go to church every Sunday / Jesus Christ, you're super nice / How could you let me burn? / If I'm not murdering people, then smashing their fucking urn

#playlist #spotify playlist #hamish #hamish playlist #novel playlist

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whipped-for-kpop-fics · 7 years ago

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BTS when their S/O leaves notes in their lunch

Being in a relationship with a member of BTS meant you were part of a VERY exclusive group. "Banging Bangtan" as your group chat was so beautifully named by one of the group members. The group chat consisted of the significant others of the 7 BTS members and no-one else. The guys all knew of the chat and had tried to read it when phones were left along but you had all put a special passcode on the particular chat that not a single one of the boys had managed to crack.

Every morning, the seven of you would wake up in your respective homes and insist of making lunch for your partner to take to work. Some of the boys complained a little, saying that they could buy something as they didn't always get time to sit and eat but they all appreciated the gesture and wound up with a plastic tub for lunch. Without fail, every lunch contained a little-handwritten note to help brighten the members days.

BTS had grown into the routine of sitting down in a circle(wherever they were that day) to eat lunch together sharing the notes to amuse each other. All of their partners knew of this ritual and quickly made up a competition to get the best reaction which the boys knew so would send you a message saying who won the group chat for all 14 of you.

They always started with the eldest and worked down to the maknae.

Jin "Okay so shut up, my jagi always writes brilliant notes." He announced loudly so his youngers looked at him and waited in amusement. You and Jin had always shared the same sense of humour, it was what drew you together, so the boys knew your note was always going to be a lame joke Jin would laugh at for the rest of the day. He opened his lunch box and found your note taped to a smaller pot. "This may be a little cheesy but I think you're grape." He read a bright smile on his face before laughing. He liked the joke alone enough as it was but once he saw the contents of the pot, he fell over, laughing so hard.

"Ohmygod, they actually put cheese and grapes in the pot." Jungkook cackled from Jin's right and all of the boys laughed a little, not wanting to admit that Jin's note was already holding strong competition.

Yoongi "Alright, my turn, it's got to be better than some lame joke," Yoongi announced with a scoff as he opened his own lunch. You always taped the note to the inside of the lid so he flipped it over to burst out into laughter, clutching his stomach.

"Did they write a joke?" Hoseok gasped, shuffling over to peer over Yoongi's arm. His jaw dropped and he looked at Yoongi in shock. "Hyung! What is that?!"

The others jumped over to snatch the lid to see the picture. It was a printed screenshot of hentai with 'A present for Namjoonie :)' written across the top in your handwriting.

"What the hell?!" Namjoon shrieked, cheeks turning pink. "How many times do I have to tell you guys I don't watch tentacle porn?!" He exclaimed as all of his members laughed at his expense. "It was once! I was fifteen! We were supposed to never mention it again!"

Hoseok "Okay-okay." He managed through his laughter. "It's my turn now."

"Want the picture?" Yoongi teased, removing the picture to hold it out to Namjoon who only slapped it away with a pout.

"Awwww." Hoseok cooed looking at the little love note you wrote for him. "My jagi is so cute." He turned the note so the boys could see your neat handwriting quoting various songs to him, songs about love and sunshine and all things great in the world. The others just smiled lightly, they had always admired the relationship you two had, it had always been full of such obvious love and neither of you were shy to it no matter who was around. "I'm happy, you can all vote for a dumb joke, my jagi has made me happy," Hoseok announced, smiling down at the note adoringly and taking out his phone, no doubt to message you and thank you for the note and say some soft AF stuff back because that was pretty much the lunch routine for him now.

Namjoon Namjoon was a little anxious to open his lunch, not knowing what would happen. You were known to have some strange ideas of what was classed as normal lunch and once he had opened his lunch to have kimchi stew pour out all over him and the dance room floor. Why you thought to give your clumsy boyfriend stew in a tub without warning, no-one understood and you only grinned innocently when questioned.

The second his eyes found the polaroid resting on his wrapped sandwich, his eyes widened and he closed the lid, cheeks pink and heat rushing to his crotch.

"What does your note say?" Jin asked, eyes sparkling from the laughter tears that had only just stopped from his own note.

"Uh...not a note," Namjoon answered, grasping his lunch tight in case one of his members tried to grab it to find the little gift on their own.

"Then what? Please don't tell me it's handcuffs again." Yoongi sighed.

"No..." Namjoon didn't explain so was met with six pairs of curious eyes. "A picture."

"Picture?" Jungkook repeated confused then his eyes widened as the realisation hit him. "It's a nude!"

"Ohmygod, really hyung?" Jimin gasped. Namjoon nodded meekly.

"Okay, I kinda wanna say hyung wins," Jungkook confessed. "I want a nude with my lunch." He pouted down at his closed tub and made a move to open it but Taehyung swiftly slapped his hand away.

"No, that's not the rules." Taehyung reminded. "Wait your turn, Kookie." Jungkook pouted harder and looked to Jimin, waiting for him to open his lunch so he could get to his own quicker.

"I uh...I'll be back," Namjoon announced before jumping up to run to the privacy of the bathroom. Behind the locked door, he video called you, glad to find you waiting in the lingerie he bought you only two days previous.

Jimin "Should I wait?" Jimin asked, looking around the group.

"Nah, he'll be a while," Taehyung replied with a shrug. "Hyung takes a while to masturbate."

"Why do you even know that?" Hoseok asked, giving Taehyung a disgusted look.

"We were roommates," Taehyung replied as if it was obvious. It was a good enough reason for all of them and Jimin opened his lunch.

"Aww, it's a peach sticky note!" Jimin cooed peeling the note off the tub to read it. He giggled and blushed at your words.

"What does sit say?" Yoongi questioned.

"I saw this in the store yesterday and it made me think of you. A nice, round, juicy, soft yet firm peach just like your nice, round, juicy, soft yet firm booty." The boys all chuckled at Jimin's obvious embarrassment. Most of the time, your notes were much like Hoseok's but now and then you'd write something a little inappropriate. "I love you Jiminie and hope you have a great day and come back home smiling so I can admire your peach some more." Jimin smiled and held the note a little closer affectionately. "At least I got an 'I love you'." He teased proudly.

Taehyung "I'm sure my babe will have put how much they love me." Taehyung boasted, opening his lunch. Much like Namjoon, Taehyung had a polaroid and he suddenly wondered if you had lent your camera to Namjoon's partner so they could take the photo, or taken it yourself. You weren't shy of naked people and actually liked taking nudes of others, which is why you managed to have almost a whole album of Taehyung's nudes hidden under your bed so none of your friends found them. "Aw, my babies!" He cooed holding the picture of you and your dog up to look at it fondly.

"There's writing on the back," Jin informed, already eating his homemade meal happily.

Taehyung turned the small square over and read your writing with a slight squint. Your handwriting was only neat when slightly oversized so writing at half your normal size meant your lettering almost morphed into one long word. "So you know how we bought those cookies at the store yesterday? Well, I may or may not have eaten them all BUT it was all pup-pup's fault! He made me so he could eat some too!" Taehyung's features screamed betrayal and his friends laughed at his misfortune. "So, you don't have the store bought cookies BUT WE MADE YOU BETTER ONES!" Taehyung's lips curled up slightly as he thought about you baking for him. He carefully placed the polaroid down on his knee only for Jimin to pick it up and coo over how cute you and your dog were. Taehyung looked into his box to find mini heart shaped biscuits with I love you piped onto each with sparkling pink glitter sprinkles on top. "I told you they'd do it!" Taehyung beamed happily, showing the writing on the treats before popping one in his mouth. "Ahhh love tastes so good!"

Jungkook "Finally, my turn!" Jungkook opened the box and grinned at the immaculately prepared lunch in front of him. You always gave him a bigger lunch than any of the others received and it was always presented perfectly. You liked everything you made to look pretty and inviting, you were an aspiring artist after all.

"Hm, you don't have a note," Jin noted confused.

You had been giving Jungkook notes before any of the others got notes from their significant others but that's not surprising when revealed that you and Jungkook had been together since you were both fifteen, longer than any of the other couples.

Jungkook didn't respond but frowned to himself. How could you forget his note? You knew how much he looked forward to them even if he didn't always thank you for the extra effort or state his feelings verbally, he always showed his love and appreciation in other ways.

"Jungkook." BTS' manager called walking into the room. They all looked over to see him holding a giant item, covered by a plain sheet. He looked fed up and annoyed with whatever he held.

"Hyung?" Jungkook replied, getting up to approach as their manager placed the item down carefully, making sure it stood upright. It was the same size as Jungkook.

"You tell Y/N that next time they blackmail me, I will get Bang PD to make you break up with them." He warned but his threat was empty. He had said the same thing many times before.

"Oh, sorry, hyung." Jungkook apologised, eyes flickering to the item. "Is this from Y/N?"

"Yep, have fun." With that, he left the BTS boys to finish their lunch break in peace.

"Ooh, what is it?" Taehyung cooed. "Take the sheet of Jungkookie." He encouraged so Jungkook did, falling to his knees in laughter at the handmade board shaped like him only, entirely naked.

"Of course your partner is as extra as you," Yoongi grumbled, shoving food into his mouth.

"Did Y/N make this?" Jimin asked impressed as he moved over to inspect the board closely. "Ooh, it's a collage!" He announced so all the boys rushed over to see.

"This must've taken ages!" Jin gasped in awe.

The board consisted of thousands of little hand drawn pictures of things Jungkook liked, things that made him smile. The individual pictures weren't obvious until the viewer got close enough. From a distance, it just looked like the board was coloured in a pixel style, your personal preference for colouring to give your work it's own unique stamp.

"Must be why I wasn't allowed in the spare room." Jungkook realised as he eyed your work. He knew it took you weeks to complete, hours a day spent locked in the spare room of your shared apartment while Jungkook played his video games to stop himself sulking at the lack of attention.

"A note!" Hoseok exclaimed pulling a note from the back as he walked around to inspect your artistic abilities, he half expected the back to have Jungkook's backside on but, it was just bare. "Awww." He cooed as he started to read it automatically. “Things that make up my world, Jeon Jungkook.”

"Hey! That's mine!" Jungkook argued, taking the paper with a pout while Hoseok giggled. Jungkook walked away to read it, his smile brightening with every word until his cheeks hurt and his eyes glistened with tears.

"Are you crying?" Namjoon asked as he walked back into the room, cheeks tinged pink from exertion but no-one pointed it out.

"Kook won," Hoseok announced, knowing Jungkook wanted to have a moment to collect himself. "Y/N made this and wrote the cutest note I have ever read. If I wasn't already in love with my own jagi, I'd say I just fell for Y/N."

"Oh, it was that good?" Namjoon lifted his eyebrows in surprise.

Even though you didn't hide your love for Jungkook, it wasn't something you boasted about. If it was mentioned, you'd happily talk about how he was your everything, your reason for smiling every day and trying to make something of yourself to make him proud, most of the time, you two were just a really chill couple. You teased each other and had playfights just like you had your whole lives, even before your relationship started. It was rare for you two to get publically sappy so they were all surprised that you wrote him such a note and left it somewhere anyone could find it.

"I think...I'm engaged." Jungkook finally announced, looking over at his hyungs, a shit eating grin on his face. He walked over to the board and found the hidden compartment in the stand to pull out a silver ring. He laughed, tears in his eyes and put it on his ring finger.

"Our baby is all grown up!" Hoseok screeched before pouncing on Jungkook with a congratulatory hug. They each took their turn to congratulate the maknae for his sudden engagement.

As they sat down to eat their lunch and discuss Jungkook's future wedding and life as a married man, they knew that no note would ever beat Jungkook's proposal.

A/N- WHY DID I MAKE IT END LIKE THIS WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME WHY DID I WRITE JUNGKOOK GETTING ENGAGED IT WAS JUST SUPPOSED TO BE A NUDEY COLLAGE WITH A DUMB NOTE WHY DID I GET ALL SOFT???!

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jouska-the-deer · 7 years ago

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A Short Quiz

Chapter 24: A Thoughtful Gift

Glass doors gently shut behind Amy as she slowly stepped forward, making her way further into the community center she received directions to a week ago. In her hands was a small box covered in shiny red wrapping paper that was neatly tied together with a yellow ribbon. On the top, there was a tiny label reading “to Sonic, from Amy.” The ‘to’ and ‘from’ were already printed on the label, while the names were written in easy-to-read cursive with a red pen. Above the “i” in Sonic’s name was a little heart instead of a dot.

In stark contrast to the near emptiness in the lobby, the liveliness of a party could be heard through a set of doors to her right, so Amy made her way over. Just before she pressed on the metal bar that would allow the door to open, Amy took a deep breath, noticing that her heart was racing. “It’ll be fine,” she quietly assured herself. “I’m sure he’ll love it, even if it’s nothing fancy…” Her arm gently nudged the bar, her feet refusing to push further. “Maybe I should also get him another gift. He is my boyfriend now, so-” Suddenly, a jumble of thoughts raced through her mind.

‘Wait, he never actually said he was my boyfriend now. It kind of sounded like it, but I don’t think he made it anything official. Would he even be comfortable if I brought it up around people? I can’t exactly ask him now, though. But what if-’

Suddenly, the door swung open, a burst of noise flooding through.

“There you are! I was wondering when you were gonna show up!”

Amy’s heart pounded, taken by surprise not only by the onslaught of movement and noise, but the sight of Sonic happily smiling as he looked down at the gift in her hands.

“Cool, you got me something. Well, I guess that’s kind of expected at my birthday party, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

“Uh, huh.”

Sonic gave her a confused look.

“Well uh, anyway, there’s a gift table over by the corner. You can set it down there while you go chat with everyone. Manic and Sonia are opening their gifts first, then I’ll open mine- Oh!” Sonic smiled widely. “I’ll have to introduce you to them! And my mom. But first, how about I show you where the table is?”

“...Okay.”

Another confused look, then Sonic was by Amy’s side with an arm on her back gently nudging her forward.

“It’s over here,” he said, both of them making their way through a bunch of familiar and unfamiliar faces. Cheeks growing redder, Amy couldn’t stop thinking about Sonic’s hand on her back, or the whole boyfriend/girlfriend situation. Since the middle of a birthday party wasn’t exactly the best time or place to talk about it, she tried pushing the subject out of her mind.

Once the gift table was in sight, Amy felt a small amount of relief, mostly from Sonic no longer holding his hand on her back. As nice as it was, it still made her heart race faster than she could handle at the moment.

Knuckles was leaning on the wall to the left of the gifts, glancing at them occasionally while chatting to Espio.

“Just set it with the rest.” Sonic gestured to the stack of presents on the right side of the table, and Amy promptly set his gift down with the others. To the left, Amy could see another stack of presents mostly covered in elegant wrapping paper and ribbon, and past that a smaller stack of gifts that looked more cheaply decorated, but equally wrapped with care. In both piles were a couple odd gifts out that looked wrapped in more moderately priced looking decorations. Amy hummed with curiosity, the party drowning out the sound.

“Alright! Stay right here for a sec. I’ve gotta find everyone before I can introduce you to them. I’ll be right back.” Instantly, Sonic was out of sight.

With a glance back to the left wall, Amy noticed that Espio walked away, leaving Knuckles alone while he continued looking at the gift table. She walked over.

“Hi, Knuckles.”

“Hey, Amy! It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you.”

“It has. Anything new happen on Angel Island?”

“Not really. Well, Rouge has been trying to take the chaos emerald I hid, but she’s definitely not finding it anytime soon. Other than that, it’s been peaceful as always.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Amy couldn’t help but notice that Knuckles was continuing to glance at the presents every so often.

“So, what are you doing?”

“Guarding the gift table.”

“...Why?”

“Uh…” Knuckles scratched his head, looking down in thought for a second. “Well, I’m not sure if I should be telling you this, but there is someone here that could steal them.”

“Rouge?” Amy asked.

“Maybe. Sonia’s gifts do look like something she’d like, but I don’t think even she would sink low enough to steal somebody’s birthday presents for fun.”

That was the only thief Amy could think of that would be at the party.

“Then… who?”

Again, Knuckles looked down in thought, an uneasy expression on his face.

“Well, don’t go telling everyone this, but it’s mostly Manic that I have to worry about.”

“Manic? Isn’t he Sonic’s brother? Why would he want to steal the presents?”

“Sonic said he’s kind of got a problem where he feels like he needs to steal stuff. But he also said not to worry about it too much because he’d probably return everything if he was caught. His friends don’t have very clean records either, but Sonic said he knows they wouldn’t do anything.”

“If he said you don’t have to worry about it, then why are you here?”

“It would sorta sour the mood if people heard about someone trying to steal presents, and I’m just here to make sure nothing messes up the party.”

“But, don’t you find it boring?”

“I’m doing fine. Plus, everyone keeps coming over to me to talk. I’m still having a great time.”

“Well, okay…”

Knuckles began to look concerned.

“...Uh, just ignore what I said about Manic and his friends. I’ve met Manic, and he means well, even if he looks pretty shady. I’m sure his friends are nice too. Sonic probably wouldn’t have helped organize this whole thing if that wasn’t the case.”

“Um, alright.”

Amy suddenly felt a quick tap on her shoulder. Her heart raced again as she turned around.

“Sorry that it took so long. I can’t exactly rush through the crowd without running into someone. I know where Sonia, Manic, and my mom are now.”

“Okay.”

Sonic’s ears lowered a bit.

“Are you, doing alright? You’re kinda not saying much…”

Putting on a smile, Amy nodded her head.

“Sorry. I’m just, spacing out a bit. I’m fine, though.”

“Alright... Say something if you need anything, okay?”

Amy nodded again.

“Cool. Now, follow me. You’ve gotta meet everyone.”

After Amy waved ‘goodbye’ to Knuckles, they both began to make their way through the crowd. Every few seconds, Sonic would look behind him to make sure Amy was still there.

“Just a little further. They said they’d stay over by the snack tables for a bit.”

Sure enough, as the tables came into view, so did a group of three hedgehogs that fit the vague descriptions Sonic gave Amy a while before the party. Sonic walked ahead.

“Hey guys! This is- Amy.”

Sonic’s sentence dropped awkwardly in the middle like he was about to say something but didn’t. He quickly gestured in her direction as she walked closer. Amy waved.

“I’m Sonic’s sister, Sonia. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The dark pink hedgehog stepped forward, extending her hand. As she shook it, Amy immediately noticed her firm handshake, along with her long, lavish, purple gloves. Her whole outfit was fancy. She appeared to be wearing a short dress divided into two colors. The red top half was sleeveless and open backed to accommodate her quills, while the bottom was purple and ended around her mid thighs. Dividing the two halves was a golden belt with a small oval-shaped white gemstone in the center.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Amy replied. Sonia had the same green eyes that Sonic had, and a similarly shaped but slightly shorter nose too. Some of her quills appeared to be pulled forward to form bangs, similar to Amy’s, though they were longer and fuller.

As Sonia stepped back, the light green hedgehog that was standing next to her pointed to himself with his thumb.

“I’m Manic,” he said with a grin, “Sonic’s brother.”

He was similar to Sonic in appearance, in that he had a bare peach chest and long head quills, though the similarities ended there. Like Sonia, he had some of his quills sticking out to form bangs, but they were very messy. His eyes were gold in color, similar to the two piercings in his left ear. For attire, he wore a loose red vest, white gloves with black spiked wristbands, and red shoes with white tips and laces. Amy briefly thought to herself that Manic looked like someone you’d see in a punk rock band.

“Hi,” she said, waving to him cheerfully.

Suddenly, a familiar voice could be heard through the crowd.

“Sonic!”

He looked up, seeing Tails flying above everybody while trying to get his attention.

“Uh, keep talking,” Sonic said quickly, “I’ll probably be back soon.”

With that, he disappeared again.

When Amy returned her focus to Sonic’s siblings and mother, she noticed the remaining lavender colored hedgehog calmly stepping forward.

“Hello. My name is Aleena. I’m Sonic’s mom.”

Like Sonia, she too had bangs, but they were longer and kept out of her face with a gold-colored headband. Aleena’s quills were noticeably long, their length reaching well below her waist. Her eyes were golden like Manic’s and her nose was the same shape as Sonia’s.

“Hi. It’s great to finally meet you.”

When it came to Aleena’s outfit, it stood out against Manic and Sonia’s in that, it didn’t really stand out. While Sonia’s clothes looked very regal and Manic’s very punk, Aleena’s looked more plain and unassuming. An off-white long-sleeved turtleneck shirt and a long white skirt. Her outfit did have some nice looking accessories though. Along with her gold headband, was a gold necklace, bracelets, and a yellow belt.

“So, how long have you known Sonic?” Aleena asked.

“I’ll place a bet on eight years,” Manic commented.

“Nobody would be foolish enough to bet against you on that,” Sonia replied.

Amy stood in surprise for a moment. “How’d you know?”

“Easy,” Manic said. “Pretty much everyone we’ve asked said they’ve met him around seven or eight years ago, and since Sonic talks about you like you’re one of his oldest friends, it’s obvious it’s been eight.”

“Oh.” Amy looked back to Aleena. “Why did you want to know?”

“Well, to be honest, none of us have any idea what his life was like before he became famous, and he won’t tell us.”

“Really? That’s kind of strange…”

“I’m assuming you know nothing either?”

“No. I’ve never really thought about it. All I know about is that he didn’t meet you guys until a few years ago. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure he’ll tell us one day.”

Manic crossed his arms. “Or he’ll just keep trying to be all mysterious while leaving us in the dark.”

“Stop being so pessimistic,” Sonia scolded.

“I’m just saying, it’s kinda freaky how nobody knows what happened to him between eight and fifteen. Not even his best friend. It’s like he’s trying to hide something.”

“Wait. ‘Eight and fifteen’?” Amy said. “What happened when he was eight?”

“He ran from our foster home after Manic was adopted,” Sonia answered. “He was still too fast to chase after, even when he was young, so it’s not like anyone could stop him from leaving. We know he took flying lessons at fourteen, but before then, nothing.”

Aleena sighed. “I shouldn’t be asking you about his life anyway. There’s probably a good reason why he won’t say anything, and I really should respect that. It’s just… it would be nice to know how he was all those years. I may not have been there most of his life, but I still want to know if he was okay.”

Amy stood in thought for a moment, trying to think of something meaningful to say.

“Well… I’m sure he’ll talk about it someday. It may take a little time, but he’ll open up to you if you’re patient with him. He doesn’t like sharing personal stuff too much, so he’ll only talk if he’s comfortable.”

Sonia chuckled. “It sounds to me like you have personal experience with that.”

Cheeks becoming bright red, Amy tried coming up with a response. “W-Well- you know- I’ve been his friend for a while, so- so um…”

“I’m back!”

Sonic slipped out of the crowd back into the sight of Amy and his family. “Did I miss anything good?”

“Not really, but I think we have,” Manic said with a smirk. “It seems like you and Amy are a lot closer than you made it sound.”

“Uh… what?”

“D-Don’t worry about it!” Amy blurted out. “I-It’s not like what he’s making it sound like! He- he’s taking stuff out of- out of context! I- I mean unless- I mean- u-uh…” With her breaths heavy and cheeks red, Amy’s physical state wasn’t helping her with whatever argument she was trying to make.

“You alright, Amy?” Sonic asked, paying no attention to his siblings.

“Huh? Um, yes. Yes. I’m fine. I just… I need something to drink. Like, water.”

“We’ve only got sugary stuff in here, I can help you to the water fountain in the hall if you want.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“Okay, just, follow me.”

Amy turned to Sonia, Manic, and Aleena and waved ‘bye’ as Sonic led her back through the crowd.

Once they were at the set of double doors leading into the hallway, Sonic opened a door for her.

“You should be able to see it from here,” Sonic said as he pointed down the hall.

Sure enough, Amy was able to see the water fountain as she stepped into the hallway.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

“Hey! Sonic!” another voice called from the crowd.

Sonic glanced behind him for a second, then back at Amy.

“I could just ignore him for now, and just wait until you’re back.”

With a gentle smile, Amy nudged him back into the party.

“Go. It’s your birthday party, your friends are going to want to talk to you.”

“You sure? I wouldn’t mind waiting here for you.”

“Sonic! Over here!” the voice called again.

“I’m sure.”

“Alright…”

Sonic stepped back into the party as Amy began moving closer to the water fountain. Once the door closed and Sonic was out of sight, she leaned back against the wall with a relieved sigh.

The confusion behind how Sonic saw their relationship loomed above her at all times, and his family bringing the subject up didn’t help to ease her mind. What also didn't help is that they had to bring it up while Sonic was around, possibly making him uncomfortable. Now she wasn't even sure if it would be a good idea to be near him with other people around, considering there was always the risk of someone figuring out that something was up and trying to get them to talk about it. She knew she had to talk to Sonic regarding everything soon, but for now, she’d just have to remain in the dark.

With a deep breath, Amy opened the doors and walked into the party again. Instead of walking back into the crowd, she stayed beside the walls as she looked for somebody more familiar to talk to. Hopefully, someone that wouldn’t question her and Sonic’s relationship.

“Amy! Long time no see.”

She looked up, noticing Vector hanging out in the corner with a can of soda.

“Hi, Vector. It has been a while, huh?”

“Yeah. How have you been?”

“Great! How about you, and the detective agency?”

“Good and good. Great for the second one, actually.” Vector began to pull something out of his hammerspace. “Look, we’ve got new business cards!” He held up the card to Amy, which had a phone number neatly typed on it along with other forms of contact.

“Cool.”

“You can keep it if you want, I’ve got plenty.”

“Oh, thanks,” she said as she took the card from him. “So, you’ve been getting more cases then?”

“Yep! Cards aren’t the only things we’ve got letting everyone know we exist. Espio set up a website, and now we’ve got people from all over asking for help! Sometimes the police will even give us a call when they’re stumped on something.”

“That’s impressive.”

“What’s more impressive is all the money we’ve been getting from all these cases! I’ve been getting enough to get my landlord to stop complaining and then some!”

“Vector,” Espio said to get his attention, appearing out of nowhere and surprising Amy. Vector didn’t seem fazed whatsoever.

“What’s up?”

“Charmy is about to drink ten cans of soda and he won’t listen when I tell him he shouldn’t.”

“What?! Why does he want to do that?!”

“I’m not sure, but I think someone may have dared him.”

“Ugh. I’ll get to the bottom of this.” Vector turned to Amy. “I’ve gotta go. Give me a call if you need something!”

“Okay. Bye.”

Quickly, Vector and Espio stormed off to put an end to whatever Charmy got into. Amy was about to continue walking along the wall, but curiosity got the best of her and she began toward the snack area to see what was going on.

Sure enough, Charmy was there chugging a can of soda, with Vector trying and failing to take it away from him. His ability to fly definitely made Vector’s efforts more difficult, but thankfully, Tails was able to fly up and take it from him.

“Well, his behavior sure hasn’t seemed to have changed at all,” Amy commented to herself. “But he definitely looks a lot older than when I last saw him…”

“You sound a lot older when you say that,” Cream abruptly commented closeby. Amy jumped in surprise.

“Cream?! When did you get here?”

“I’ve been at the party the whole time.” She chuckled. “I’ve been standing here longer than you too.”

“Huh. I must not have noticed.” Then, Amy crossed her arms. “Wait, what do you mean by ‘I sound older’?”

“I’m just saying. Usually, it’s somebody’s grandparents that talk about how big kids have gotten.”

Amy was silent for a moment. “Still, I haven’t seen him for years, so I’m allowed to say that.”

“I know. I just think it’s funny.”

They both watched as Charmy flew down with crossed arms and a pout, getting an earful of Vector telling him how sick he could have gotten if he drank any more.

“I wonder why he did it,” Amy pondered.

“I’m sure Vector will find out eventually. Maybe you could ask him once he does.”

“Yeah.”

Cream turned her attention to Amy.

“So, has Sonic figured out his feelings yet, or are you guys still awkwardly saying nothing about what happened.”

Amy stood frozen for a moment, not expecting that question so abruptly. Since she still wasn’t even sure if Sonic considered her his girlfriend, she didn’t have a good answer. “Um, well, I um…” Plus, they technically resolved the whole kissing thing, but again, nothing was official, and Amy had no clue if Sonic wanted anyone knowing about what happened the night before. “Um…”

“Amy?”

“Um, the noise… it’s… making it hard to think.”

Cream crossed her arms and smirked. “Sure it is,” she remarked sarcastically. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on, or will I have to guess?”

“I… don’t know.”

“Alright everyone!” Tails called from above. The room became slightly quieter. “Sonic, Manic, and Sonia will be opening their gifts now. Walk over to the gift table if you want to watch. Make sure to leave them some space though.”

Amy tried to slip away but was caught by Cream immediately.

“Where are you going?” she asked incriminatingly.

“Um, to the… gift table.”

“You mean the one that’s that way,” she said while pointing in a completely different direction to where Amy was headed. Amy chuckled nervously.

“Whoops. Heh heh, forgot where it was.”

“While everyone was walking to the same place?” Cream asked rhetorically.

“...Yes?”

Cream rolled her eyes and stepped over to Amy.

“What’s going on with you? And be honest this time.”

Amy whined quietly but complied.

“I… don’t know what’s going on between me and Sonic. Let’s just say, some stuff happened, things are a little different, and I’m not sure how Sonic is feeling about everything right now.”

Cream tilted her head. “He seemed pretty fine when I saw him today.”

“It’s complicated.” Amy sighed and looked away. “Also, I’m a little worried that he won’t like my gift…”

“Why wouldn’t he? Didn’t you put a lot of work into it?”

“Yeah, but… I mean… I feel like I should have done more. It’s not really that much…”

“Amy, I’m sure he’ll love it.” Reassuringly placing a hand on Amy’s shoulder, she hoped she could get her point across. It didn’t appear to be working, though.

“I’m sorry, but, you don’t understand. I… I can’t explain it though, but, it was too late to get him another gift, a better one, but I feel like I should have. I can’t say why, but, well, I think I owe him a gift more special now, and, um…” Amy looked at Cream, who appeared deep in thought. “Cream?”

“Are…” She paused for a moment but continued. “Are you two, together now?”

“What?!” Amy’s cheeks went bright red and she backed away. “What makes you- I mean- why do- how-” Ears back, posture more closed off, breathing heavy, she again wasn’t doing a great job of conveying what she wanted.

Quickly, Cream walked forward to calm her. “It’s okay. I’ll keep it a secret if that’s what you’re worried about.

“I- I- Well, he um-” Lost for words, Amy completely gave up at trying to continue whatever her scrambled thoughts were trying to say. She let out a defeated whine.

“Amy,” Cream put her hands on Amy’s shoulders, “Sonic will love your gift, and everything will be sorted out with you two eventually. You guys will just have to keep talking to each other, alright?”

Amy nodded.

“Good.” Cream looked at the guests gathering near the corner of the room, where one of the triplets had begun unwrapping gifts. “Let’s go watch them, okay? Everything will be fine.”

With a deep breath, Amy tried to calm her nerves, managing to do so a small amount. With a nod, they both made their way to gift table.

The crowd was very compact, so they had a difficult time making any progress in reaching the front where they could easily see. Cream offered to hold Amy above the crowd so she could watch the siblings unwrap, but Amy refused, stating that she didn’t want to be seen by Sonic. Once again, Cream insisted everything would be fine, but Amy was adamant at hiding this time. Reluctantly, Cream chose to fly above Amy so she could see while Amy would simply listen to what was being said through a microphone that was set up at the gift table.

Sonia unwrapped her gifts first, politely thanking everyone who gave her something. Next was Manic, who did the same, but in less formal manner.

When it was Sonic’s turn to open gifts, a looming feeling of dread was held over Amy with every consecutive present he opened. Each gift was one more gift closer to Amy’s, and she had no idea when he’d get to hers. She kept her head low as he read out his friends’ names and thanked them for the gifts, holding her breath each time she heard him pause to grab another present.

“Alright. This one’s from… Amy!”

She felt dizzy for a moment as her name was called, her head sinking lower.

“Where is she, anyway? Amy?”

“Over here!” everyone heard from above. Amy looked up in horror at Cream, who so willingly gave away where she was.

The crowd parted a small amount so Amy could make her way to the front to watch Sonic unwrap her gift. Feeling obligated to, she nervously stepped forward.

“What’s up? How’ve you… been.” Sonic’s smile faded as he saw the timid behavior Amy was displaying. He set the gift back down and walked over to her.

“Amy,” he said softly, “are you alright?”

She looked away. “I’m, okay,” she quietly responded.

Sonic tapped on her shoulder, getting her to look at him. “I don’t know what’s going on, but try to cheer up, alright? It’s a birthday party. We’re supposed to be happy.”

“...Okay.”

Smiling to lighten the mood, Sonic managed to get her to smile as well. “See. That’s the spirit.” He jogged back over to the gift table, picking up her gift once again and beginning to open it.

Once the yellow ribbon and shiny red paper were removed, he opened the box to get a look at what was inside. Once he did, he could really tell the hard work that went into its creation. It wasn’t something bought from a store, it was a lot more personal and thoughtfully crafted.

What he found inside was a bracelet, comprised of many unique little trinkets attached to a sturdy white string. Each trinket was red in color and shaped like one of his favorite things. There was one shaped like a chili dog, another like a guitar, another like a flower, another like a pair of his favorite running shoes, and the list could go on for a while. From what Sonic could tell, they were all made from a type of sturdy plastic that was red itself, instead of painted that way. For a moment he wondered how Amy created them, but then figured he could ask her later. In between each trinket were a few normal beads, which complimented the rest of the bracelet.

Sonic looked from the gift to Amy, his smile fading a small amount. She was looking away, appearing to be upset about something. Looking back down at the bracelet, Sonic’s smile grew again.

Amy felt a tap on her shoulder, soon noticing Sonic standing in front of her with a gentle smile.

“Thanks, Amy,” he said with a thumbs up, revealing the bracelet around his wrist. “It looks great!”

“I-I’m glad you like it,” she quietly said as her cheeks went red.

With that, Sonic walked back to the table, grabbing the next gift to open.

Cream flew down and landed near Amy, giving her shoulder a nudge.

“I told you he’d love it.”

“Y-Yeah.”

They continued to watch Sonic open gifts until he was done, then separated afterward. Cream went off to find more people to chat with, and Amy went back to sticking near the walls and talking to any familiar faces she saw. This went on for a while, and she had the chance to talk to many people she hadn’t seen for ages. She had a pleasant conversation with Blaze and Silver before feeling a little parched, heading to the snack table again afterward. Thankfully, it appeared that Sonia, Manic, and Aleena were no longer standing where they were when she last talked to them, so she wouldn’t have to worry about them seeing her as she went to get a drink.

As Amy reached into the cooler sitting on the floor for a can of cherry soda, she overheard a conversation going on not too far away from her. Both voices were familiar. One of them made her freeze.

“Have ya seen Amy anywhere around here? I can’t seem to find her for some reason.”

“I think I saw her talking to Silver a little while ago, but other than that, no. Sorry, Sonic.”

“That’s alright, Tails. I’m sure I’ll find her eventually.”

“Want me to fly up and see if I can spot her?”

A jolt of fear ran through Amy’s head, causing her to dive under the closeby table in a panic to evade Sonic’s sights. Thankfully, the tablecloth covering it stretched pretty far down, leaving only a couple inch gap between the fabric and ground. She heard Sonic pause before giving an answer.

“I think I’ll be able to find her myself. Thanks anyway.”

“No problem. See you later.”

“Later Tails.”

Amy tried her best to keep her breathing and heart rate under control as she set her can of soda down and lowered her head to the floor, trying to see out of the small gap under the cloth’s edge. She saw the familiar set of red shoes on the floor making their way to the snack table, causing Amy to panic once again. Sonic went to the cooler, the sound of ice being pushed around for a moment before he was moving again. What Amy expected was for him to just walk away with his drink, but of course, that didn’t happen. Instead, those red shoes made their way to the back of the table, the side facing the close by wall.

Everything that’s happened in Amy’s life told her to expect the unexpected, but even then, she couldn’t have possibly expected to hear a couple knocks on the table leg. She looked over at the noise, seeing the tablecloth lifted a small amount so Sonic could peek under.

“Mind if I join you?”

Amy shook her head, partly frozen as Sonic slid under the table with her.

Sonic’s voice was soft, but still loud enough to be heard by Amy despite the noise of the party.

“Heh. I haven’t hidden under a table like this since I was a kid. Feels cozy in here.”

All Amy could do was nod, finding no words for what was going on. She focused on the can of root beer in Sonic set down by his feet, not feeling the strength to look at his face at the moment.

Sonic let a little time pass, Amy’s heavy breathing and pounding heart relaxing in the meantime. Once she looked up at his face, he gave her a calm smile.

“Have you talked to Blaze yet? I heard you talked to Silver and wondered if you got the chance before the party’s over.”

She nodded.

“That’s good. Have you been having fun?”

She nodded again.

“Great.”

It went quiet again. Sonic lowered his head and looked away awkwardly as Amy did the same. A distressed sigh left Sonic’s lips as he began fidgeting, absentmindedly occupying his hands while he tried thinking of something else to say. He glanced down at his hands, his attention being caught by what he’d been doing.

Instead of picking at the fabric of his glove and causing it to wear like usual, he was rolling one of the beads of his bracelet around its section of string. He let out a silent laugh, continuing to look over the gift.

“Thanks again for the bracelet, Amy. I really like it.”

Amy turned her head to look at Sonic, opening her mouth to say something, but shutting it soon after. Sonic looked at her again with a soft smile.

“You know a lot more about me now. It’s hard to believe that, not too long ago, I was mad at how little you seemed to know about me.” Moving the can of root beer off to the side, Sonic pulled himself a little closer to Amy. “I’m really glad you took the time to get to know me, and I’m glad that I got to learn more about you too. It’s been a lot of fun.”

Amy began to smile a small amount, her cheeks showing a hint of blush. Sonic continued.

“Amy… I know you’ve been trying to avoid me since after you talked to Sonia and Manic, and I just want you to know that I care about you a lot. There’s nothing that could change my mind. Okay?”

A shaky breath left Amy’s lips, and she nodded.

“And you know that you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?”

“...Yeah.”

“And, you know I’d do everything I can to help?”

“Y-Yeah. I know.”

“So… why have you been avoiding me?”

Bringing her head down, Amy turned away again. Sonic placed his hand on her shoulder, feeling her hand on his arm a moment after. Amy’s hand slid up until it was at Sonic’s shoulder, and they pulled each other into an embrace. Slowly, Sonic rubbed Amy’s back as she released a shaky breath.

“I- I just- Are we-? I don’t-”

Her words ended, leaving the air only filled with the background noise of the party. Sonic’s cheek rubbed against Amy’s as he briefly leaned up to plant a kiss on her forehead.

“It’s alright Amy. Just take a sec to figure out what you wanna say. I don’t mind.”

The arms around him held a little tighter. After a moment to breathe, and think, Amy spoke again.

“I don’t know… how you see our relationship. I didn’t want to assume you felt the same way as me… that you wanted it to be something serious.” Amy paused, the hands rubbing her back helping to soothe her mind somewhat. “I didn’t know if you’d want me next to you around other people. I… I didn’t want to risk ruining whatever we have so soon. I don’t…”

Sonic heard Amy inhale with a shudder. He leaned back to look at her directly, noticing that she looked like she was on the verge of tears.

“Amy…”

“I don’t- I don’t want you to break up with me before I know if we’re even really together.”

“Amy.” Sonic pulled her into a hug again, trying his best to console her as she tried her best not to cry. “I’m not going to leave you. I’ve said it already, but I care about you a lot, and I really mean it.” Hearing a relieved sigh, he pulled back to see Amy’s face again. “And… about the relationship thing…” Sonic took a moment to think.

“You want to be my girlfriend, right?” Amy nodded. “And I want to be your boyfriend, so we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. Does that help clear things up a little?” She nodded again, this time with a smile. “Good.”

The noise of someone reaching into the cooler reminded them of where they were.

“Look, I uh, I know we need to talk about this stuff a bit more, but if I don’t get back to the party people are gonna start wondering where I am.” Amy lowered her head, but Sonic gently raised it again with a couple fingers on her chin. “How about you meet me by the front entrance after the party’s over? We can sort some stuff out there. Sound good?” With a couple nods from Amy, Sonic smiled. “Cool. I’m gonna get back to the party, I’ll see you later.”

Sonic pushed himself back and grabbed his soda, turning to leave the way he entered, before stopping a moment.

“Actually…” He looked back at Amy. “Would you… uh, could I…” His cheeks went red. “Geez, this was easier yester- I mean technically, earlier today. Heh heh.” Amy tilted her head, and Sonic scratched his quills. “Could we, kiss? Maybe? Before I head back?”

Amy blushed as much as Sonic. “O-Of course.”

“Okay, cool.” Sonic took a breath, leaning forward and sharing a kiss with Amy. The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile before he pulled away. “L-Later. Amy.”

Sonic peeked under the cloth and then crawled out, walking away and merging into the crowd like he was there the whole time. Soon after, Amy crawled out as well, feeling a little better, but still confused about many things.

#Sonic Fanfiction #Sonic Fan Fiction #Sonamy #Amy Rose #Sonic the Hedgehog #Knuckles the Echidna #Espio the Chameleon #Manic the Hedgehog #Sonia the Hedgehog #Tails the Fox #Miles Tails Prower #Aleena the Hedgehog #Vector the Crocodile #Cream the Rabbit #I'm not going to include the characters that don't actually say anything...#Also crud I forgot about Cheese... Uh... I don't know... he was sick and stayed home with Vanilla... who was also sick... yeah...#Listen... I've been working on this for over 3 months I'm allowed to forget about a couple characters.#I doubt anyone will even notice. Cheese is basically just 'aww' fuel in this fic and I don't think Vanilla's done anything in ASQ.#Shipping #Food #Food Mention #All fics I make after this will have the word counts at the top because this is rediculous.#This has over 6000 words! No wonder why it's taken me so long!#Hope you like the title because I'm not spending any longer thinking about it.

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inkstainedfanfics · 8 years ago

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I Still Exist

Requests: Omg your stories are awesome! I was wondering if I could suggest a newt x reader with the song "Where Do We Go" or "Shatter Me" by Lindsey Stirling? Where the reader feels kinda neglected and depressed for quite some time and newt fails to notice because he is in a lot harsher mood and snaps a lot as a result of working on his book? And one day she goes "missing" and worries newt? Lots of angst pls!(Idk it sounded a lot better in my head)You can come up with the rest. Thanks! AND hi !! i really love your stories, and i was wondering if i could request an v angsty one where newt is under a lot of stress and snaps at reader? ❤️❤️

Word Count: 2,701

Pairing: Newt x Reader

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Requested by Anonymous

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The workshop smells about how you’d expected when you crawl into the case. A burning mixture evaporates somewhere nearby, partly covering up the odors of the various feed bags for the creatures and the plate of raw meat rotting on the table. You shake your head, disgusted, and slip past the shed. Scanning the field, hand over your eyes to block out the blinding sun, you spot Newt next to a murtlap. He’s on his knees saying something to the snarling creature. You swallow down the heart breaking in your chest. He’s exchanging more words with that beast than he has with you in the past month.

“Newt. Newt!” You shout, crossing through tall grasses and kicking stones out of your way. For God’s sake, “Newt!”

He twists enough to ensure it’s you before turning his back on you. “One minute, love.”

Hands on your hips, you wait as he chatters with the beast. It’s not that you’re against his research, it’s that he’s trying to cram chapters worth of new material into the book. You’d supported his idea when he first told you a month and a half ago. Now, though, you’re not sure you would’ve been so encouraging had you known he would spend every waking minute in the case without you.

“I don’t have all day, Newt. I have to get to the bakery with Queenie before it closes.”

He shakes his head, facing you. “I’m busy, love. Can’t it wait?”

You can feel the tension in his voice, strengthened, no doubt, by the bags under his eyes. “I just need to know if you’d prefer apple or peach pie for dessert.”

He mumbles something that sounds like ‘that’s it?’ but when you question him, he simply says, “I said it’s your choice. I’m sure you’ll make the right one.”

“All right. How about a bag of flour? I was thinking we could make some doughnuts together tomorrow morning.”

Newt sets his quill down on his paper and stands, brushing the dust from his knees. “I wish I could.”

“But you’re busy with your book?” It’s more a sentence than a question.

He reaches down to pick up the dirty journal at his feet. “I’m sorry, love. You know I want to. I just need to finish this study on the murtlap’s instinctive reactions to mishandling.”

“He bites you. There’s your answer.” You cross your arms over your chest. “Now will you please spend some time baking doughnuts with me tomorrow morning?”

Newt frowns. “You know it’s more complicated than that.”

“It’s been ages.”

“I know. It’s been ages since we’ve had time together. But my book is being published soon.” He starts forward, leaving you to follow him. “I need to be sure the information in it is as precise as possible.”

You step next to him and wrap your arms around his side. “Please, babe?”

Newt shakes his head. “I don’t have the time.”

“Newt-“

He pulls the door to the workshop open. “I told you this would take a lot of work. You were fine with it then.”

“I didn’t realize it would mean that I’d lose all of my time with you.”

He tosses his journal on the table and rushes toward the heated liquid that you’d first smelled when you’d walked into the shed. “I will try,” he murmurs, lifting the vial from the flame with a pair of tongs, “to find some time.”

“Try?”

He raises his eyes to yours as he sets the vial in a cooling rack. “That’s the best I can do.”

“I miss being with you.”

“You’re with me right now.” He quirks an eyebrow at his dry joke.

You groan. “That’s not what I meant.”

He wipes down the table with a rag. “I know what you meant. I don’t want to promise anything.”

You step forward to stand across the table from Newt but gag at the plate of rotting meat in front of you. “Why not?” You ask as you round the table and lean against it, next to Newt.

“I don’t want to disappoint you, love.”

You would consider that sweet if you didn’t see his left ring finger tap the table twice: his tell. “Don’t lie to me.”

He swallows, staring at the table. “I would never.”

His finger twitches. “Why the hell don’t you want to promise anything?”

Newt sighs and turns, rolling his eyes when he thinks you can’t see, but tries to keep his tone light. “It doesn’t matter, love. Don’t you have to get to the bakery?”

You suck in a long, slow breath. “Tell me the truth.”

He’s silent for so long, you almost ask again. When he does speak, though, you know why he was so hesitant. “I’m tired of your whining.” The words are quiet but harsh.

The long breath leaves in an instant. “My whining?”

Newt braces himself against the window’s wooden sill with two hands. “You have a tendency to complain more than is necessary.”

Your cheeks flush. “I’m so sorry I want to know if you even care anymore. I’ll try to keep my worries to myself from now on.”

He scowls, eyes flashing in anger. “You asked me to be honest.”

“I didn’t realize that my boyfriend would have an issue with me asking for him to spend a second of his time with me.”

“I am right now.” His voice hardens as he turns toward the tube. “Looks how that’s turning out.”

He stares at the vial like it holds the rest of his manuscript, completely ignoring the crack in your voice. “I’m sorry to waste your time. I’ll just see my own way out.”

“Please do.”

You want to both scream and cry and the result is your crimson face and puffy cheeks. You spin on your feet and march out, muttering curses at him beneath your breath.

You miss Newt. You miss joking with him, miss cooking burned suppers with him, miss late nights stargazing and sipping butterbeer until the sun comes up. This Newt, though, you wish would just go away.

Slipping on your jacket, you grab your purse and head into the kitchen, hoping Queenie will be ready to head to the bakery. The kitchen is empty, so you shout for Queenie twice. You’re about to head out the front door to see if she’s outside already when you notice the note stuck to it.

Something came up. I won’t be able to make it to the bakery with you. So sorry. Could we go tomorrow? Xo Q.

You step into the hallway alone. Your feet thud along the ground, one heavy bang at a time as your fury melts out, replaced by nothing more than a heavy despair. Newt doesn’t want you around. Queenie made other plans without consulting you. You’re little more than a shadow on the wall.

You continue down the staircase, growing tired and slower with every step. There’s no reason to hurry. No one’s waiting on you anyway.

The steps seem endless when you’re not pounding down them in a race against Newt or gossiping with Tina about the residents on each floor that you pass. By the time you reach the landing, the familiar feeling of hopelessness has wormed its way into your heart and made its bed.

As you trudge to the bakery, you wonder if it even matters if you return to the apartment.

Newt casts a charm on the final candle, sending it floating into the air around the blanket. He sets two plates on it, flicking a pebble off the nearby pillow he’s going to sit on later tonight. The basket of biscuits floats over, settling on the checkered setting. He looks over everything else one more time. The sun is already halfway finished with its descent when he stands. He chose this spot on the flat stone outcropping because of its view of the midnight sky. You’d loved stargazing with him on your first date, pointing out random shapes and making up stories for whatever you saw. It was all you had talked about for the next month.

Newt rubs his neck as he leaves the spot to go find you. He hadn’t meant to say what he said. Sure, maybe you could be persistent, but it isn’t your fault the two of you hadn’t had a date in so long.

He’d felt terrible the moment he’d calmed down, but when he had climbed out of the case and searched for you, you’d already left for the bakery with Queenie.

The next hour of his research had been worthless; he’d spent the entire time wondering how to properly apologize for what he’d said.

Now, though, the picnic is ready and you’ll be back from the bakery.

Crawling out of the case, he notices your jacket isn’t strewn across the bed. Odd, but he continues forward. Queenie sings in the kitchen, swaying along to the jumping record playing in the corner.

“Queenie?”

“Hey, honey, I was wondering about you. Will you join us for dinner tonight or are you gonna be too busy in that case?”

Red tinges his cheeks. So everyone feels the same. “I’m afraid I’ll be in the case again. How was the trip to the bakery?”

“Oh, apologize for that, would you? I feel horrible for having to cancel.”

Newt’s face screws up in confusion. “Wait, you two didn’t go together?”

“No. I had a work situation.”

“So you’re alone? You don’t know where she is? She’s not with you?” Newt’s innate protective side pesters him.

Queenie giggles. “Why would she be? I thought she was with her ‘handsome, clumsy boyfriend.’”

Newt ignores Queenie’s use of your thoughts and asks when she last saw you.

“This morning at breakfast. When you would barely look at the poor girl.”

Newt’s guilt digs deeper. “Do you know where she is?”

Queenie stops dancing as she sets a pot of food down. “Probably with Tina.”

“Who’s with me?” Tina calls from her room, appearing in the doorway.

Newt tries to calm his heart before it begins pounding.

Queenie steps to Newt’s side. “She’s probably just running late at the bakery.”

“Impossible. It’s getting dark out. It’ll be dangerous for her to walk alone.”

Tina interrupts. “She’s probably in the case. You just didn’t notice her.”

Newt nods. Of course. He could’ve just passed you when you were standing behind some trees or feeding a large creature. “I’ll check again.” He’s back in his room and in the case in a minute.

He walks through the fields, calling your name from habitat to habitat, but the further he gets without a response, the faster he moves, until he’s jogging, running, sprinting back toward the apartment. He smacks his head trying to hurry out.

He rolls across the bedroom floor, yanking the door open and dashing to Tina and Queenie.

They take in his red face, terrified eyes, and hands on his knees as he pants. “She wasn’t down there. Anywhere.”

Tina can’t hide her nerves when she peeks through a curtain and spies the black sky. “Are you sure?”

“Positive.” Newt spits out. “We need to find her.” He stands and strides toward the door.

Tina reaches a hand out and grabs his arm. “Newt, wait. We don’t even know where to start.” “We’ll figure it out.”

“If she’s really in danger, we need a plan.”

Newt is quiet. “I have one: Find her and save her.”

“One more developed than that.”

“I’m sorry, but we don’t have time to wait around thinking.”

“Stop and think!”

“She could be hurt!”

“Wow,” you interrupt meekly from the now open front door, “you were really going to give up some of your precious time to try to find me?”

Newt’s shoulders sag when he sees you. “Where were you?”

“Out.”

“Look at what time it is. You could have been hurt.”

You walk in and shrug the grocery bag off your shoulder. “Why would you care?”

“I care about you.”

“Yeah?” You walk past him, sliding your jacket off your arms. “What a great line to pull out anytime it seems like I might leave you.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Please let me explain.”

“Let you?” You hang your jacket on a hook and turn, eyebrows raised. “I should do something for you? Why, exactly, should I when you can’t even give me five minutes of your time to talk?”

Newt winces at the blow. “I know I haven’t been paying you enough attention lately. I’m sorry.”

“Lovely. It comes at the perfect time.” You run a hand through your hair. “Whatever, Newt. I don’t want to fight right now.”

He follows you into the bedroom. “Where were you?”

“I was leaving.” You pull open the case, voice flat.

Newt’s shoulders curl in. “To where?”

“Wherever the wind blows me.”

Newt climbs into the case after you. “Why did you come back?”

“I didn’t feel the wind, and I don’t know where I’d go on my own.”

“For what it’s worth, I’m glad the wind stayed still.” He tries to smile at you.

You don’t reply.

Eyes flickering between you and the ground, he breaks the silence. “Are you going to leave again tomorrow?”

“I don’t know, Newt. It’s not like it really matters to anyone.”

He blinks. “What?”

You can barely meet his eyes when you face him. “How long did it take for anyone to realize I was even missing? Four hours? Five? It wouldn’t matter to any of you if I just vanished one day.”

He stops you by grabbing your hand. “You matter to me. So much more than you understand.”

You swallow at the pain in his eyes, but you’re too exhausted to fight tonight. “You can’t just act like this after a month and a half of pretending I don’t exist.”

“I know I don’t deserve forgiveness, but will you give me time to make it up to you as best I can?” His sincere pleads almost convince you. Almost.

You draw your hand from his grip. “I need space for now.”

His voice shakes and grows quiet. “Please don’t leave me.”

The little flame of anger in your chest burns your next words. “I won’t make any promises.”

He flinches at the words. “I’m sorry.”

He leaves, shoulder drooping low, when you turn your back on him without so much as a nod.

You look over your shoulder to be sure he’s gone before you slouch to the ground and close your eyes, letting the grief take over. You sink into the ocean of it, letting the waves drown you until you’re not sure if you’re awake or dreaming. You lose track of time as the ocean consumes you. Hours may have passed by the time the wind tickles your face and slowly blows the ocean of grief from your chest.

You prop yourself onto your elbows, peering around. Hours have definitely passed. A pink sky has replaced the midnight black. A pack of diricrawls waddle nearby, pecking at seeds. You rub your eyes and push yourself to your feet. The air is surprisingly cool and you just want to curl up in your bed.

You reach the shed and are about to leave when a beaten journal catches your eye. Newt’s collection of notes for the book. He treats it like a child treats his favorite teddy bear. He’s never even let you flip open a page before.

You lift it and examine the outside. Streaks of dirt cover it, results of carrying it everywhere. The corners are rounded from wear, and ink splotches are dotted around it like a design.

You open the cover, expecting the table of contents, Newt’s way of knowing what page he’d need to flip to. Instead, it appears to be the dedication page.

To my love,

You freeze, reading and rereading the final sentence five, ten, twenty times before you accept it. Your name is right next to Scamander. Written in the same messy scrawl. As though he hadn’t picked up the quill, as though he had meant to put the names so close together.

As though … as though he means to marry you.

#newt scamander #newt Scamander x reader #newt Scamander imagine #newt Scamander one shot #angst #fbawtft #request #I hope y'all like this #ennnnnnjoyyyyy #some of the lines are references to the song #I hope you can pick them out!#I used where do we go #I feel like I'm forgetting something #but idt I am #lovely song btw #I saw she did a Dragon Age video #which was sick

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yourhopeyourangeeel · 8 years ago

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Namjoon: He and the guys would be waiting in your living room since all of you had decided to go out today. Clubbing at that. Sighing slightly at your reflection in the mirror, you tried tugging your dress a little more. You felt extremely self conscious with how short the dress was and wanted nothing more than to put a bag over yourself and call it a day. Sighing once more you let it go and decide to step out of your room into the living room, which had become oddly quiet. Looking up from the floor all the guys stared at you, one of them stared more intensely. Clearing his throat Namjoon strides over to you and pulls you back into the bedroom, door slamming with a bang. Looking over you once more he shakes his head, your heart hammering in your chest thinking that he thought you looked ugly. Pushing you slightly against the wall, he stares into your eyes as a smirk emerges from his lips. “Baby girl, you’re going to catch all the guys attention tonight. It makes me kinda jealous, just remember all of you belongs to me”

Jimin: You were getting ready because Jimin would arrive at your door any minute. Frantically you’d search your room for something to wear, something comfortable since all you guys were doing was watching a movie here. Literally all the clothes you liked to wear at home were in the laundry so you only had a couple of choices. All too revealing. Looking at the deep v tank top and super short shorts a deep frustrated sigh escaped your lips. You hoped Jimin wouldn’t say anything. Maybe you can just hide under a blanket? Finishing up you looked yourself up and down before cocooning yourself in a blanket and just as you were done your doorbell rang. Wobbling towards the door you opened it to come face to face with your beautiful boyfriend, a bright smile already adorning his face as he held up the food excitedly. Letting him in he set the food down and looked at you once more. He questioned why you had the blanket on and playfully pulled it off of you. Immediately his cheeks became pink and his eyes couldn’t tear away from you. Trying to cover yourself you could feel your cheeks becoming hot and felt Jimin bring you in close. “Princess...I’m not sure if I can control myself tonight...you’re beautiful.”

Hoseok: This was your first time ever sleeping over Hoseoks place, literally the first time in your relationship. Standing in his room you looked at his bed nervously and down at your bag. Of course the first time you sleepover his place you couldn’t find anything modest, anything suitable that would cover your overly curvaceous body. Feeling insecure you look over at Hoseok who’s sitting in his chair, momentarily distracted by his phone. Maybe you’d ask if you could borrow some of his clothes? No but then he’d question why and ask why you had a bad of clothes with you anyways. It would just make things worse. Internally sighing you excused yourself and went into the bathroom to change. You felt as if your boobs would squeeze out of your top or maybe your shorts would ride up and expose your butt. You felt so exposed and so insecure. Walking back into his room in shame you stood there and waited for him to look at you, waited for the worst and then he finally did. His eyes raked over you rapidly, trying to take in your figure, trying to ingrain it into his mind. He’d notice your shyness and how you were trying to cover yourself slightly. Standing up he took your hands into his and tucked you and himself under the covers. Bringing you close to him, enough so your skin was touching his he whispered how beautiful you were to him. “Baby, you don’t understand how many women would kill to have your body.”

Taehyung: Here you were dreading your whole existence as Tae dragged you towards the clothes store. The smile on the boys face never once leaving as he looked back at you with the excitement a kid going to a toy store would have. Taehyung had always wanted to see you try on clothes, he begged whenever he could if you would do it. It was like a dream of his to this or something like that. Somehow he finally managed to drag you into this damn store. You felt like running away every time he pulled out a dress or a romper or anything that yelled tight. You weren’t into these clothes because they showed too much, at least too much according to the shape of your body. Ample bosom and peach like butt made it so that everything fit somewhat too snug. You almost suspected that Tae just wanted to see how your body fit in this but quickly shook the thought because even though your boyfriend could be a big of a perv, it wasn’t that bad. Handing off the articles of clothing to you, you sighed and closed the changing room. Deciding to just start with the plunging romper that exposed too much chest, back and legs. Looking at yourself once more in the mirror you tugged at the material. Tae was already calling you out, he wanted to see his adorable girlfriend. Opening the door to face the music you stood there on display for Tae to judge. He stood there mouth open, eyes widening and quickly took you back inside the changing room, locking himself in there as well. Bringing his lips to your ear, his breath slightly hitched. “Jagiya...so many people could have seen you, only I can see you like this...you’re perfect.”

Yoongi: You knew Yoongi was waiting for you in bed, he was extremely exhausted from the last tour they had and literally had gotten home minutes ago. All he wanted was to cuddle you and fall into a deep sleep, he said he always slept better knowing you were next to him. You loved sleeping knowing Yoongi was getting the rest he deserved but tonight you were a bit nervous. You never really did anything like this, you always wore you child like pajamas but something inside you made you buy a tank top + short short combo. Now looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror you wanted to remove it and send it back. You thought you looked too provocative for sleep, you didn’t want to send the wrong message and you certainly weren’t comfortable in this. Sometimes you wish you had less to show, clothes always seemed to hug your curves to the extreme. Trying to calm yourself you walked out of the bathroom and walked into the bedroom and slid into bed next to a half asleep Yoongi. Immediately his arms encircled your waist and brought you close to him, so close you were flush against him. A strange noise escaped his throat as he opened one eye and looked at you. You already knew he knew what you were wearing was different since there was a lot of skin contact. Especially with how much he could feel right now. Raising his brow a soft smile came to his lips as he kissed the tip of your nose. “Baby, I love seeing you like this. You don’t know the effect your beautiful body has on me.”

Jin: You were laying around on your bed, legs flailing off the side as you watched tv. Jin was in the kitchen preparing some food for the both of you to eat. He always insisted on making you a meal and sometimes you hate it. All the food was too delicious and with how much you ate it you thought it would make your curvy figure even more curvy. Pushing yourself off the bed you went to check in on Jin and see if you could be of any help. Walking towards your focused and oh so handsome boyfriend you smiled and called out to him. Maybe he had been to focused or didn’t hear when you called his name so you called it again, nothing. Becoming impatient you poked him on the side, a horrible mistake because once you did not only did you scare Jin but you also made him spill the liquid in the pot. Not on the floor but all over you. Your shirt, your pants, everything clung close to your body for dear life. You were mortified and you could see Jins sorry expression take over him. He apologized profusely and began to set things down to pay attention to you. That was until he realized the state your body was in. Bringing your hands up to cover as much as you could, you laughed nervously as he smiled gently. “Come on sweetheart, lets get you cleaned up...your body is too enticing. I love the way it looks”

Jungkook: Kookie had barged into your apartment, excitement filling him as he threw himself on your couch. He demanded that the two of you went on a date because he missed you even though you saw each other yesterday. But who were you to say no to this cutie. You retreated into your room to get ready as he channel surfed the tv. You wanted to look nice today, something comfortable but also something cute yet not too flashy. Laying out some outfits choices, you removed your clothes leaving you only in your bra and panties. As you looked over the outfits you caught sight of your exposed figure in the mirror and frowned slightly, why did you have too much of your assets. Why couldn’t they be average sized and why couldn’t you legs look like the ones models have. Glancing down at your body, you traced the way your thighs touched, even looking down was hard because your breasts were in the way. Sighing loudly you bit your lip and tried not to think about it. Looking back at the clothes you made your decision and just as you were about to pick it up your bedroom door burst open, a bouncy Kookie jumping on you. Except he didn’t see you weren’t dressed at first, he didn’t see the look of horror that came across your face. Pulling back he realized his mistake, cheeks instantly reddening as he looked everywhere but you. Which made you feel worse about your body as your eyes became watery. You asked him if your body was so bad that he had to look away. Immediately he looked into your eyes, sincerity shining brightly as he took your hands in his. Biting his lip he shook his head, brows set with determination to make you think otherwise. “Jagiya! No! Your body is beautiful!! I love you the way you are, you’re gorgeous, I’m sorry it’s just that if I keep looking our date won’t happen tonight”

#bts #bangtan #armiesnet #bts reactions #bts request #jhope #rap monster #suga #v #jungkook #jimin #jin #taehyung #hoseok #yoongi #namjoon

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lady-charinette · 6 years ago

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The Night before the Promised Day - Edwin

Taken from my one shot collection “One Shots” (Fandom: FMA) on Fanfiction.net (under my other name ScarletRedfox)

The Night before the Promised Day

“Gosh, you’re so annoying Winry!” Ed slammed the door shut behind him, grabbing his shirt on the way.

He failed to hear Winry’s hurt voice,” Edward…” her blue eyes were sad, feelings of hurt welled up inside her. She clenched her fists and set her jaw tight, she would not cry. She promised him she would cry tears of joy the next she did, now was not the time.

Ed was stressed for the big battle tomorrow, of course he would be on edge but…did he have to be such an insensitive moron?!

Winry let out a frustrated growl, throwing her wench in the corner, hitting a vase by mistake and breaking it into thousands of pieces.

Oh, oh, Granny would have her head for this. Winry sighed heavily, looking at the door, in the direction where Ed just stormed out of.

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Ed growled lowly deep in his throat, his shirt over his shoulder as he was walking down the stairs. He spotted Greed leaning against the wall at the stairs, his eyes closed as if deep in thought.

But Edward knew better.

“Oh man, she’s a peach.” Greed opened his eyes, a wide grin stretching over it, teeth and all, “Sounds like she wants everything, my kinda girl.”

If possible, Ed’s mood only darkened further at Greed’s comment. He didn’t particularly hate the Homunculus, in fact, he was the only one whom he could tolerate and even liked, well alright…like may be too much, but something like that.

“That kind of want is dangerous, it’s not how reality works.” Ed lifted his automail hand, his frown darkening, “Take a look, this is what I got for wanting something unrealistic.” The painful memory of that fateful night of his first attempt at human transmutation rose like bile in his throat. His human hand clenched his shirt tighter, his jaw set tightly.

He was caught off guard by Greed though, “I disagree. You wanna bring back someone that you lost, you might want money, maybe you want women, or you might wanna protect the world. These are all common things people want, things that their hearts desire.” He had enough of this.

He certainly didn’t need a lecture from Greed of all people, Homunculus or not, Ed was prepared to leave before he did something he may regret, well he couldn’t say he would regret if he punched Greed in the face, but he would feel bad for Ling.

“Greed may not be good but it’s not so bad either.” Greed continued to talk, not bothered that Edward was obviously peeved at his lectures and started to leave, “You humans think greed is just for money and power, but everyone wants something they don’t have.”

Greed watched Edward carefully, his keen eyes noticed the way Ed stopped for a minute, his words seemingly having impact on the young alchemist. Greed knew better than to expect a verbal reply or any at all for that matter, but the brief hesitation Ed showed him was enough.

His words got through to him, that was all he wanted. Greed’s grin vanished but his smirk remained.

“Aw, hell, those kids are giving me a headache. Wonder how ol’ granny’s even putting up with that bunch, I would have kicked them outta the house a long time ago,” Greed commented in his mind, mentally communicating with Ling.

“Don’t be so harsh Greed, Ed’s having a hard time now, tomorrow there will be a big fight and none of us knows how it will conclude. We don’t know who will live and who…” the prince paused, letting the words linger in his conscious.

“Tch, if ya ask me, I wasn’t direct enough. I can hear the Rockbell girl crying a mile away and the stupid blonde’s just too dense to do anything about it, guess good ,old Greed needs to shine once again,. Greed sighed and smirked, pushing himself away from the wall and heading upstairs towards Winry’s room.

“Greed, don’t you dare do something.” Ling warned and Greed almost physically felt the restraints Ling put on him, causing him to falter by the next step, however Greed easily brushed it off.

“Calm down princy. I ain’t doing nothing, can’t a greedy homunculus even have a nice little chat with a lady once in a while?” Ling scoffed in displeasure and Greed shrugged, not about to apologize for his words.

After all, he wasn’t done lecturing just yet.

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“Stupid Greed. Stupid Winry. Ugh, why do they all need to be so damn noisy?! Can’t they just take care of their own business and not butt into mine?!” Ed growled, kicking a rock from the path in anger.

He sighed heavily, looking up at the dark, starry sky, lost in his scrambled thoughts. Ed shook his head when an image of his childhood friend appeared in his mind and he continued walking aimlessly, observing the quiet landscape around him.

“She is sobbing you know?” the voice of his little brother startled him, Ed whipped around looking up at the suit of armor that hosted his brother’s soul.

Golden eyes widened, “W-what?” his voice was quiet, unsure. Hearing that Winry was sobbing, possibly crying…because of him no less…it tore at his heart.

“She isn’t crying but…” it made no difference to Alphonse, but knowing of his promise to Winry, thought he should add it before his brother completely lost it.

Edward being Edward, ever the stubborn guy since he was a toddler, he turned his head in the other direction, huffing in annoyance, resting one hand on his hip while still holding his white shirt with the other.

“Tch…she thinks it’s all so easy, defeating a guy who claims to rival God, fighting against the Homunculi…we are only humans Al, we may have Greed on our side but that can’t turn the tables in our favor. She has to realize there is a chance for us never coming back.” He paused, “She didn’t fight them Al, she doesn’t know their power, Father’s power, she has no idea what we are up against and yet she has the guts to just tell me to come home safe and sound?!” he crossed his arms in anger.

He could hear Al sigh behind him, “Brother…Winry is just worried about you, you know that.” Ed’s head lowered slightly, enough so his golden bangs covered his eyes.

“Yeah…I know…” he sighed and turned to face his little brother, “ But does she have to be so damn noisy? And bossy?! That annoying woman! Remember that one time I bought her a new wench? Because apparently I broke her old one because I have such a thick skull! Thanks to her throwing random wenches at me!

You remember what the first thing was she did with it right Al? She threw it at me when she saw my arm wrecked and you in a cart, demolished, General Armstrong just kept striking those weird as hell poses… Of course, when somebody buys you a new wench the first thing you do with it is throw it at someone’s head and try to kill them with it!” Ed’s nostrils flared in anger and Al swore he saw steam coming out of them.

Ed sighed heavily after a while of growling in displeasure, he rubbed his face and ran a hand through his hair.

With his automail arm.

Edward paused to look at it, to really look at it. He saw the careful detail dedicated to it, the strong, very durable metal used here, reinforced, adjusted so it wasn’t too heavy but also that it could endure a good beating. The shape looked very human-like, aside from the visible bolts and screws of course but otherwise if it was covered by cloth it looked like a normal, human arm.

Ed remembered all those times where he returned to Winry and Pinako, all beat up, either his automail arm or leg gone, or even both after a very hard fight. He remembered all the times where Winry scolded him, threw her precious wenches at his head, attempted to kill him, chased him around the house.

Remembered all those times where he learned that when he bought her jewelry, most notably earrings, she wouldn’t be so quick to anger or physically lash out at him or Al – though it was obvious Ed took the main beating every time. It wasn’t just about saving his ass from her wrath either, he had enjoyed seeing the look of pure affection and joy in her face, similar to when she saw another mechanic’s work which was superior to her own.

“You know…” he scratched the back of his neck, feeling embarrassment creeping up on him, “Maybe I….maybe I had been a bit too…hard on her…” Ed smiled softly then, “I mean, she always stuck with me, even if I was unbearable and kept annoying the screws out of her, she still stuck with me and fixed me up. No matter how bad I wrecked her automail, she always pulled countless of all-nighters to get them fixed and never complained about them once.”

He looked back up at the stars, saw them twinkling brightly, others more so than the rest.

He made a decision.

Ed closed his eyes and smiled, he turned around and wordlessly passed his brother, heading back in the direction of the Rockbell home.

“Where are you going brother?” Alphonse asked, watching as his older brother walked toward the old house.

“What does it look like? I gotta tell some stuff to my mechanic after all.” Ed grinned and turned briefly to look at Al.

Only to see his brother having a chibi smirking face, he could almost see the hearts swarming around his head and that cat-like smile on his face.

“K-knock it off Al!!” Ed shouted out in embarrassment and Al just giggled, watching in amusement how Ed was now firmly walking toward the house, with intent.

Al sighed, the smile still present even though you couldn’t see it.

“I hope he uses the right words…” well, there was no point in standing there any longer, he could only hope that his brother wasn’t forced to share Den’s dog house again after his talk with Winry.

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Ed was smiling, he finally knew what to say. As much as he hated to apologize first, he knew it was his fault in the first place.

At times he had to make sacrifices in order to prevent further chaos.

When Edward closed the door behind him, he saw Pinako sipping what looked to be tea with what Edward dubbed as their squad. Granny spotted him standing at the entrance and sent him a sly grin, raising her mug slightly in his direction.

Ed swore the woman knew too much at times…far too much.

He ignored the knowing look from her and continued up the stairs, he briefly wondered where Greed/Ling had disappeared to, since he hadn’t seen him downstairs with the others and he wasn’t leaning against the wall anymore either.

He shrugged, he didn’t want to dwell on it too much longer.

Edward didn’t bother to knock, though he should have.

He definitely should have.

What he saw….Winry with….with…with

Greed.

And they….they were….oh my god…they were…

Talking.

A shiver ran up Ed’s spine, his human hand twitched, itching to transform his automail into a blade and make Greed make a run for his money.

What the hell was the Homunculus doing here? Inside Winry’s room? With Winry?

The two noticed him, Greed had already spotted him from the window, going back to the house. Winry however, was more than surprised to see him here back so soon.

She was sure he would be too mad to even look at her and only offer her a dry goodbye the next morning before they left.

“E-Edward? W-what are you doing here?” she blinked, utterly confused.

Greed then decided it was the best time to smirk, with a devilish aura surrounding him.

Ed suddenly wished he had some sort of weapon, similar like Winry with her wench, to throw at Greed’s grinning face. Oh how he wanted to bash in his ugly mug-

“Ed?” Winry interrupted his murderous thoughts, looking at him expectantly.

He was still standing by the door, Ed’s lips drew into a thin line, straightening to his full height, locking gazes with Greed.

The mischievous Homunculus loved to rile up the older Elric brother, his reactions alone were priceless. Though he had enough common sense to notice when it was the time for jokes and now was not the time. He sensed the alarm and wariness coming from him, he had to talk his way smoothly out of this before the other man suspected the worst.

“Well, then, thank ya for telling me how to harden my Ultimate Shield further toots. Now not even Fullmetal can beat me,” he offered a rebellious grin, winking at Winry before casually walking past Ed and outside.

“By the way, don’t be too loud kids, the walls are thin and we Homunculus have good ears ya hear?” Greed chuckled deeply, “’Sides, no need to give ol’ granny a heart attack so early already.”

“Who are you calling old?!” it seemed as if Granny Pinako heard him, because a second later, there was a deep yelp, followed by continues “ow” sounds coming from Greed. At least Pinako was brave enough to discipline the Homunculus.

“So…what was Greed doing here?” Ed asked suspiciously, eyeing Winry up and down. It seemed like she was fine, the greedy bastard hadn’t hurt her or laid a finger on her as far as Edward could see.

“We just talked Edward, he said he had to be at his best tomorrow so he told me what the problem was with his Ultimate Shield. I told him a couple of things and he said he was willing to try them out,” Winry crossed her arms, annoyed at Ed for interrogating her like some criminal.

Ed could see this was quickly going out of control and not into his favor. He cleared his throat, before he could utter his next sentence, he noticed the broke pieces on the floor, behind Winry’s feet. He recognized it as the vase that had been resting on the desk…had been…

He felt his heart constrict slightly, Winry was so angry that she broke a vase? Because of him? She had been known to violence, mostly though towards him, but he hadn’t really taken into consideration just how strongly she felt about all this.

Edward wordlessly approached Winry, he kneeled down and began to gather the larger pieces of the vase, Winry, without saying anything as well, kneeled next to him and helped him pick up the pieces.

By the time they gathered all the broken pieces, not a single word was spoken between them.

“I’m sorry…” surprisingly it had been Winry who apologized first, Ed clenched his fist in anger, anger at himself. He had made her suffer so much…and in the end it was her who had to apologize first?

It certainly went against his firm beliefs of alchemy. She had given him so much…and he had taken more than he deserved, far more. It wasn’t fair, those definitely weren’t the laws of alchemy he had sworn to uphold and go by in his life…

“This isn’t equivalent exchange…” he muttered, standing tall before Winry, who was now slightly shorter than him.

Her blonde head quickly shot up to look at him, blue eyes wide in surprise, before she frowned, “Ed, I’m really not in the mood to hear about alchemy right now,” before Winry could wave him off and leave, he grabbed her wrist, stopping her dead in her tracks.

“Listen Winry…” Ed took a deep breath and turned to look at her, releasing her wrist, “You were always there for me and Al, you and Granny saved me after our failed human transmutation, you fixed me up after I came home and wrecked your automail, you actually went out of your way and endangered yourself, just so that we were one step closer to finding the Philosopher’s Stone.” He could see how surprised she was at the direction where this conversation was taking them.

“I always complained, kept annoying the hell outta you, never thanked ya for repairing my arm and leg, never showed gratitude when you would pull all nighters just to fix my automail, I always left you behind, I was so hell bent on getting our bodies back that I completely neglected all the people supporting us this whole time,” Ed grit his teeth, his gaze directed at the floor. He was still hell bent on getting their bodies back, especially Al’s, but he realized just now, years later, what severe mistakes he had been making by ignoring his family and friends around him.

“Ed…” Winry didn’t cry but her voice shook slightly, her emotions getting the better of her.

“Please, just…just let me finish,” Ed took another deep breath, finally looking into her eyes, “The things you said earlier…about coming back alive after the battle…” he hesitated and this time Winry cut him off firmly

“I know it’s not that easy Ed, I know you may as well all die tomorrow and that I’m left alone with the flashbacks and memories here with grandma and Den. I know that Edward! And that scares me! This is different than when you and Al would go on your journeys, I had faith you would come back, beat up but alive because I know you would kill yourself before you let anything happen to you two. But….but…” she bit her lip hard

“And you think I won’t do the same now?” he watched as her eyes widened a fraction, looking at him astounded, “We may face powerful opponents, possibly the most powerful ones we ever faced. But we have back up Winry, we have friends; Greed, Ling, Lan Fan, Mei, Major Armstrong and his sister, Mustang, Hawkeye and everyone from the military.

There is a chance we…may die, but I’ll damn make sure it’s a small one! After all, I promised you the next time you cry, it would be tears of joy right?” he grinned at her, his expression warm and reassuring.

Emotions overtook Winry’s entire being, she released a half sob, half laugh, rubbing furiously at her eyes to not cry.

“Ed…” Winry sighed, before she could tell him something though, Ed suddenly stepped closer to her and grabbed her hand with his automail arm, bringing it to rest against his chest.

She could hear the strong beating of his heart beneath her hand, his muscles as they contracted and relaxed, she looked up at him, her face pink.

“I won’t break our promise Winry, I’ll do my best not to.” He nodded, fixing her with a serious expression. She wasn’t sure when was the last time Ed had looked so serious at her but she believed him, believed that he and everyone else would make it out ok.

She nodded ,unable to speak, she was afraid she just may break down into tears. It seemed like he understood, because Ed rested his other hand on top of her head and pulled her against his chest.

They said nothing, just stood there, Winry in Ed’s embrace.

She was starting to become sleepy, she vaguely registered Edward picking her up bridal-style, pulling the cover away and laying her gently into bed, covering her with the blanket again.

She felt his automail hand slipping from her grasp, so she tightened her grip, afraid he would leave and that this was all a big, cruel dream.

“Heh, figures, you’re such a automail freak,” Ed lightly teased her, before she moved to leave room for him so he could lay in next to her. There wasn’t much room, but it seemed like both didn’t mind.

Before succumbing to sleep, Winry managed to tease back, “Alchemy freak…” the last thing she heard was Ed’s deep, warm chuckle and both his hands tightening on her own.

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The next morning came all too quickly, when Winry shot out of bed in a panic, she kept searching everywhere for the familiar figure of one Edward Elric. He must have already left…

She bit her lips hard, intent on not crying. It wasn’t the time for crying, not until Ed and Al came back in their own bodies.

She got dressed and as she finished, she saw the vase, the same vase that was in broken in shards on the desk, was now fully repaired.

Winry smiled, “Ed…” she could hear her grandmother saying something, it sounded like she was outside the house.

Wait…that meant…

Winry quickly stormed outside, just in time to see Ed, Greed and the rest telling their goodbye’s. Ed’s gaze softened upon spotting Winry storming out of the house, Pinako just grinned with the pipe in her mouth.

Greed shot her a smirk and a reassuring nod, Winry smiled at him.

“Ed!” Winry shouted, stopping next to the short, old woman. There were so many things still unsaid between them, mostly on her part, Edward had been doing much of the talking yesterday after all. Words failed her though, she didn’t know what to say.

“Wait for us with a freshly baked apple pie. Deal?” Ed said, looking back at her over his shoulder with a warm, happy smile.

Winry’s expression softened, she blinked back the stubborn tears, “Deal!” those were the last words they exchanged before they departed on their journey, though small and insignificant to everyone else, to Winry they meant the world.

Ed would come back. She was sure.

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“Say Greed, what were you really talking about with Wintry last night?” Ed casted a sidelong glance at the Homunculus inside the prince’s body, carefully analyzing his facial expressions.

Greed was well aware of that, so he kept his face neutral, “Whatcha mean kid? I told ya, we talked about how to harden my shield and make it so my old man couldn’t penetrate it as easily. Gotta say, she’s a smart girl your mechanic.” He grinned.

Ed smiled, “Yeah…my mechanic sure is amazing,”

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Conversation between Winry and Greed

There was a knock on her door and then it opened, Winry, out of sheer anger at Edward, thinking it was him, threw her wench straight at his face.

Only instead of a pained yelp, there was a resonating metallic sound. Wait…she hit metal…?

Winry turned around fully only to not spot Edward but Greed instead, his hand having caught her wench, which was protected by his Ultimate Shield.

“Honey, I’m Greed the Avaricious, the guy with the Ultimate Shield, you gotta do better than that to hurt me,” he smirked, setting the wench on the desk beside the door.

Winry blushed in embarrassment,” I-I’m sorry! I….I thought you were…someone else…” she frowned, huffing in annoyance.

Greed’s easy going grin dropped, he closed the door and sighed approaching the Rockbell woman.

Winry regarded him with curiosity.

“Let me guess – the kid has no idea how to read women and you’re pissed at him that you let the poor man sleep outside huh?” he half joked, expecting a slap, a punch or another wrench. However, nothing came.

He blinked, the woman really looked hurt…

“Tch, he’s just so…insensitive! Such a jerk! All he thinks of is getting their bodies back! I understand that he’s doing this for Al, but how can he even think that Al and everyone else will be happy if he dies by trying to bring their bodies back?! He’s so reckless! Always destroying my automail, making me worry, he’s….he’s…” Winry groaned in frustration, running her fingers through her hair.

Greed observed her quietly and sighed, pesky humans.

“I see. Sounds like you want everything, huh?” he shot her a sidelong glance, the brief, mostly one sided conversation with Edward surfacing in his mind.

“What?” she looked at him aghast, “N-no I don’t! I don’t want money or fortune or anything at all! I just…I just want them back…safe and sound…” she clenched her teeth

His earlier words fell from his lips, “You humans think greed is just for money and power, but everyone wants something they don’t have.” He smirked when her wide, blue eyes widened only further in recognition.

“Admit it, you’re greedy just like everyone else. Whether it is the desire to have money, to be surrounded by women, to have power like no other…or simply to have your family home with you…that’s all greed. Greed comes in many forms and most of the time, humans don’t even know what it’s true form.”

“You mean like you?” that took Greed entirely off guard…what?

“Oh, she’s good,” commented Ling inside his – their – mind.

Greed snapped at him mentally:” Shut the hell up princie! I wanna hear this!”

“Don’t know whatcha talkin’ about toots,” he regarded Winry warily, his arms crossed. Where was she going with this?

“You are the embodiment of greed itself, you have many forms to show too. The bodies you host, the facades you show to people…what is your true personality like Greed? Is it really just a monster lusting after power?” this time she smiled, though her smile was soft and understanding.

Greed frowned, “Now, now, where did this come from? Guess there is something else inside that pretty head of yours besides screws and bolts eh?” he tried to rile her up, but she stood her ground, fixing him with a glare.

“Don’t try to ignore the question, Greed.” The Homunculus sighed heavily

“You know…I can tear you apart with only one swipe of this,” he showed her his hand, now coated in the Ultimate Shield, sharp claws upon his fingers, to his surprise it didn’t even faze Winry.

“You wouldn’t hurt me, if you wanted to you would have hurt Granny and everyone else long ago,” Greed’s shield disappeared and he smiled, not a smirk or grin, but just a normal smile.

“Damn…you’re more perceptive than I thought. Women and their minds, not even the greatest Alchemists or doctors can figure out what you’re thinking,” he flashed her a teasing smile, before turning serious again, “The kid is like that too, he has many layers but doesn’t show em all. He’s as loyal to you as that dog of yours, maybe even more. He was on the verge of death countless of times, from what I’ve gathered, you and the tin can were the main reasons he kept going on,”

Winry’s shocked expression didn’t deter him, “I know he messed up, bit time, but forcing him to promise something none of us are sure could be fulfilled…isn’t that greedy too?”

“…You still didn’t answer my question, Greed.” His back was turned to her.

He paused, contemplating his answer, Ling was oddly silent this entire time, sans for his little comment earlier before he turned to face her again.

“Looks like that will have to wait a little longer huh? Let’s just say I’m not a complete greedy son of a bitch alright?” he sent her a wide grin before he heard the doorknob turn.

Winry smiled, Greed may have many layers, but she figured it wasn’t so bad either.

She was happy to see that Ed had entered, she wanted to talk to him anyway.

“Thanks…Greed,” as if the Homunculus heard her thoughts he sent her one last wink before he left her and Edward alone in her room once again.

“Kids these days…man, my medical bills are gonna be damn high from all those pills I gotta chuck down to get rid of that nasty headache,” he smirked, descending the stairs to join the loud bunch in the kitchen.

“You did the right thing Greed, I’m actually surprised,” Ling commented, arms crossed with a satisfied.

“Oh really? What, having such low opinions of me eh? I may be Greed the Avaricious but I ain’t like my old man,” Greed paused before he again, talked to Ling in his mind with a devilish smirk, “Ya think I should have tried to grope her rack? Maybe that would have done it too…after all the kid caught a glimpse of em’…”

Greed winced when Ling’s loud, enraged voice rang in his mind, raging at him to shut up and to quench his perverted demons.

Greed just grinned and laughed.

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