#i wish i had the patience to actually write these things fully though

[the-toulouser]

writing my fics in times new roman to honor felix❤️

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Power Imbalance, Mind Control

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Yandere!Zhongli, despite his nature as the Archon of Geo, isn't as restrictive as one might think at first. Quite the opposite, actually. He'll say it himself, as he forces you to stay still in his strong arms, trapped inside his Adeptal Domain. He wishes he could give you more privileges, but he simply can't trust you.

Of course, you press him about this, you say he can trust you. With no other option but to fight for any scraps of freedom you can get, you're willing to grovel on your knees for anything, as much as you hate yourself for doing so.

At the sight of your desperation, Zhongli has to mask the way the corners of his lips twitch up, eyes predatory, draconic instinct seeping through a human facade. With the flick of a hand, a thick roll of paper pops into existence in front of your head. The very end of it unfurls, revealing what looks like a place where a signature is written.

For a contract.

Sign it, Zhongli says, and he will grant you multiple privileges listed in the contract: he'll allow you to leave his Adeptal Domain when possible, write to your family and friends, leave you alone for a set time if you so desire, and more listed in the contract.

Your hand itches for the crystalline, amber pen floating next to the contract, beckoning you to write your name, but you control the urge. You've already been played for a fool by a foe you once called a friend, and you won't fall for his foul ploys any longer.

So, you pull the contract to unfurl it. The paper flows like water, gushing across the floor like a wild stream down the bed to the floor, across the bedroom, through the door, into the kitchen, continuing on, and on, and on. It seems like days go by until finally, the contract is fully unscrolled.

Zhongli is less than pleased at your wariness, a disappointed sigh echoing through the still room. He had hoped you would be less uncooperative, but he will allow you a day to read the contents of the contract. After all, time is of the utmost importance, even for the immortal.

You glare at the god, but know that you cannot allow anger to cloud your mind. With only a day to read such a dense document, there's no time to spare.

When you look down to start reading the contract itself, though, your eyes widen in confusion.

The words on the paper are almost kaleidoscopic, warping and twisting and forming new phrases every second. One moment, you think you can read "the"; the next, those same letters have become "remain". Looking back up, Zhongli has a pitying smile on his face. "Dearest treasure, do you see now that this game is a fruitless endeavor?" He asks, a hand reaching to brush against your jaw, sliding tenderly across your skin. "I would not lie to you about these things. I have never lied to you," he says.

For a moment, you almost mistake his tone as kind, like you almost mistook everything about Zhongli—a polite, cultured gentleman who turned out to be a possessive, obsessed dragon—until you realize how patronizing his words are. You want to curse him to the Abyss and back, but hold back your hatred. "I'd prefer to read the contract." You look back down, and begin attempting to decipher the undulating paragraphs.

Hours pass by, and you've made no progress. Through it all, Zhongli has stayed by your side, whispering cloying words in an attempt at disarming your defenses. You've managed to stay strong in the face of his unending patience though.

But while you're smart, Zhongli is a god, with thousands of years of knowledge ingrained in his mind. And he knows eventually, one argument will break you down. So, he keeps trying.

"Time is running out, my sweet. But before this offer disappears, I will give you one last chance to sign," he says. "Besides, even if I am being dishonest about the contents of the contract, can things really get worse than this? At least by signing the contract, there's a chance your circumstances may improve."

His logic is sound, drowning out the dissonant thoughts scrambling your mind. You hate the idea of agreeing with Zhongli, but at this point, it's hard to see a reason not to sign it.

With trembling fingers, you pick up the pen. It's slightly warm in your hand, the way a rock in the afternoon sun would be. Smiling like he knew this would happen all along, Zhongli makes a motion with one hand, causing the contract to begin rolling up. After waiting several moments, all that's left unrolled is the space where you will sign your name.

The pen slashes against the paper, marring it with an ink-black scar that reads your name.

Then you feel it. The lightness in your chest, as though you're untethered to the world around you. Thoughts in your mind begin to pop like soap bubbles, fear dissipating into pure nothingness. You can hardly hear your spouse chuckling over the absolute blankness blanketing your mind.

Yes, Zhongli would allow you many more freedoms now. After all, you had sold your mind, body, and soul to him. Escape was impossible. You were clay in his hands, and he would mold you into a perfect, obedient lover.

[hyperfixatedbastard]

Hi i hope you doing well. I have a resquest... more like a headcanon. What if Adam was a dad ? What his behaviour will be ? Does he be a good or a bad father ?

I understand if you don't do it. I don't want to force you for something you don't want to.

Dadam (Dad!Adam) Headcanons

we bringing out the daddy issues on this one boys

WARNINGS: none

A/N: I haven't done a headcanon type of post yet, but they're easier to write than regular one shots and I'm too tired for that shit. The request didn't specify what kind of Reader (spouse or child), so I just went with general headcanons that don't specify the Reader at all. Insert yourself as you wish!

Also, thank you all for your patience! It's been very busy for me lately and I've been too exhausted to write much, so expect a lot more of these kinds of posts (the formatting is easier and I don't have to write a bunch of dialogue lol).

Dividers

As the father of humanity, Adam had...a lot of kids. The guy lived for 800+ years just populating the earth. That's a LOT of kids. We all know how the first two turned out. That is, not fuckin' well. To be honest, I don't think Adam valued his children. It was just kinda... a thing he had to do. (When Abel died and Cain got exiled, he fr just went and had another kid to replace them.) But I am in deep, deep denial and this is for my enjoyment as someone with severe daddy issues. So fuck all that.

At first, Adam is 100% the guy that freaks the fuck out when he finds out he knocked someone up. That man is SWEATING. He's actually pretty chill if it's someone he's in an established long-term relationship with, though. He still freaks the fuck out, but to a significantly lesser degree and with a much smaller chance of up and leaving. Once he's over the initial shock, he's shocked to find that he's kind of excited. Back when he was alive, having kids was just normal because it was such a common occurrence.

This man knows every little detail about pregnancy and infants. With the amount of kids he's had? He has seen it ALL. Sure, all his information is thousands of years old, but knowledge learned through experience is super valuable when it comes to this shit! He doesn't know what the fuck a uterus is, but he knows exactly how to make his partner the most comfortable, how to deal with cravings, etc. If his partner has a problem, he's got a solution. It might be a fuckin' weird one, but it works! He'll probably grumble and complain, but he doesn't actually mean it. Bitching is just his thing, y'know? But... pregnancy hormones + Adam's douchebag-ness = feelings getting hurt. If his partner starts crying because of some shit joke or complaint he made? He's scrambling so fast. "Shit, babe, fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, fuckfuckfuck, don't cry—"

Once the baby is born, he definitely surprises literally everyone but his partner by actually doing helpful shit. Changing diapers? Easy fuckin' peasy (he does watch a tutorial online because he doesn't know how tf modern diapers work but he's a fast learner) Feeding? No problemo. Getting up in the middle of the night to do both of those things? His sleep schedule's already fucked, this shit ain't new.

When it comes to parenting and raising the kid, though... that's definitely where Adam struggles. He'd struggle with bonding. A lot. Adam mostly talks about things that you really shouldn't say around children, much less bond over. I think he'd be better at just letting the kid ramble while he's just sitting there, fully engrossed in whatever bullshit his child is saying. He's not just passively listening with little 'uh-huh's and nods, this man is active in the discussion. Have you ever heard a small child speak? They say the most random shit ever, and Adam would love it. It's peak entertainment to him. Even if it's just incoherent babbling, he'll have full-on conversations with this baby.

He'd definitely have some shared interests as the kid gets older. I think Adam's favorite shows/movies are a mix of action movies and shit like Power Rangers. He's not ashamed of it either—'fuck you, the Power Rangers are fuckin' cool.' This also goes for video games. I know that man is a toxic COD gamer boy and you can't prove me wrong. Basically, the only thing that keeps him from becoming one of those husbands that locks himself away in a man cave to play video games is the fact that he can game with his kid.

And once they get into school, he just gets really invested in the drama. Elementary school drama is such bullshit, and it'd be the best reality TV he's ever seen. "Oh, don't tell me—it's that bitch Cindy. The fuck did that little shit do this time?" He'd be gasping like it's a damn soap opera. 'Oh no she didn't!' kinda vibe.

He'd talk so much shit around his kid about the parents of their classmates, the teachers, anyone. Then the kid would repeat it and Adam would get sat down in the office with his kid like: "Your child said, and I quote, 'My dad says your mom's a bitch.'" "What? She fuckin' is." And yeah, he's not wrong - some of those parents are fucking nightmares.

If his kid got in trouble for fighting, his reaction would depend on the situation. If it was unprovoked and/or a part of bullying, he'd originally laugh it off but would be freaking the fuck out internally. He's probably a little traumatized by what happened with Cain and Abel. But if the fighting was an act of defense (whether of themselves or someone else) he would be the proudest dad ever. Fist-bumps his kid in the office in full view of the principal.

You cannot trust this man to give his kid the sex talk. It just will not go well. Like, if his kid needs advice when they're older (basically anything beyond 'where do babies come from') then he's your guy, but it's still gonna be awkward and uncomfortable. He'd probably have Lute handle most of those issues just so he doesn't have to know about his kid's sex life but can still trust that they have a responsible(?) adult if they have questions.

In terms of where Adam is lacking as a parent, there's a few areas in particular to focus on.

Emotional availability? Not his strong suit. At all. He can't deal with his own feelings, let alone his kid's. Most of the emotional support will be coming from his partner. That doesn't mean he doesn't try. But he can't show it with words all that well. He'll show emotional support in other ways—quality time, gifts, and acts of service for the most part. Like going out for ice cream, watching a movie, etc.

He's not good with discipline. To him, everything's no big deal. If his kid hasn't killed their sibling, that's good enough for him! Generally, his partner will choose when/how to discipline (with Adam's input ofc), but Adam's job is to just enforce it/not overrule it. He's 100% the type to be sneaky about it tho. If his kid is grounded, he'll go out with them to give them a break from being stuck in the house, y'know, stuff like that. Because of this, his kid forms a closer, different kind of bond than with Adam's partner. It's more friendly, I guess is the word? Like, his kid won't go to him for actual helpful advice, but if they fuck up somehow or are in a bad situation that they kinda got themselves into (drinking, car accident, etc.), then Adam is the parent they call.

I think Adam's peak parenting era would be when his kid is a late teen/young adult. 'Cause then he can actually be himself, for the most part. His personality is not very kid-friendly, so once his kid isn't really much of a kid anymore—he is so fucking excited. His relationship with his kid would be a lot more unconventional as they grow older. Like, he's really close with his kid once they're an adult. (totally not basing this off my relationship with my mom) His advice would be shit, but he'd give it if his kid needed it!

Definitely the type to text his kid more often than most parents. Mostly because he texts more like them and has the same sense of humor. Lots of shitty memes.

Also!! I think Adam would definitely make time for his partner. Date nights are a must. His kid better get comfortable with sleepovers at friends' houses or getting babysat by Emily 'cause he ain't letting parenthood fuck up his sex life.

I think that's all I got. Not sure how to end this so uh... shoutout to all you bitches with daddy issues lmao

Taglist: @little-miss-chaoss @fakeguysarehot @3sire-777

[demvalhaken]

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!! Just some super cool arts

If I EVER had the patience to write and draw the Catecis comic, it’d look like this

This is just a grasshopper sailor out on the Waspian port

I was thinking about naming him Sir. Irian like the Iris flower. The thing is I have to differentiate him from Iris, a male monarch Butterfly across the entire world. Or Sir. Astroway as his last name is Astroway due to his sailor family using stars as a way to travel.

About my long break: Look guys, I haven’t been doing well mentally. I am in a depressive state, I am sleep deprived, I am done with life. To draw so much and pour your time and skill into an artwork only for a few likes can be frustrating. I don’t post my art for fame or love, I do it to share my ocs and ideas, I don’t want the masses to flock, I just want recognition for my work. I didn’t really mean to take a break, I get distracted very easily and forget to post. I wish I could post more but art takes time, I have to develop ideas and passion due to my constant art block and burnout. The only good thing in my life is just being alive. There is a large scar on my neck because I gave myself a friction burn with my lanyard at school due to anxiety :( I have mental problems, whatever I have, it isn’t good and will probably slowly deteriorate me to a depressive glob of my former self, but I will never get diagnosed. My family is constantly angry at me for no reason, I get that my clean obsessed behaviour can get annoying especially when I panic and get water everywhere, but I hate to be yelled at for something that I cannot control or fix. They say I am overreacting and will got over it, but I’ve tried, there is no fixing this. That’s why I’ll probably never ever get a diagnosis or therapy session. I lied, I am actually not as okay as I say I am. If I ever don’t post for a period time, please know that it’s either from lack of art or mental issues. I am sorry for not posting in awhile as my usual breaks take a time of 3 days or 2. I am deeply sorry.

Bevel, Snow, and Berry.

I drew these in my math book, very classic place to doodle, I know. There’s not a lot of doodles in my book though, I am usually trying to do equations and get an 100 on my test

I finally got a haircut, though my hair is now a short messy thing, I feel quite confident even if I don’t fully look masculine. My arm hair should be quite an indicator and the trans pin inside my backpack, haha! That pin was made by a friend of mine, don’t worry he’s very fruity and slay. Idk if it’s just my senses but my hairdresser was definitely an ally, he slayed, my hair is hairing. Also I have giant eyebags and a cowlick, like I literally have Dem’s cowlick.

Here’s some more little oc ideas. Eclipse is my first transfem oc, I know I know I’m slaying. She’s has a twin sister, Luna! Yes, Eclipse and Luna are Hornet twins, from the same egg btw. I still don’t know how it works, I’m too tired to research though. Arctic and Viper are a married couple, I like to think Arctic is just a lesbian and her/his wife is a crazy queen with schizophrenia who totally didn’t kill her family. They’re both from Bloodlust’s time period, though a little older.

I don’t want to talk about it… This is really gross but because Snow’s family wanted to keep the bloodline “pure” she’s SHORT and albino but like literally no one else in her family is albino… poor Snow… GUYS DONT MARRY YOUR SIBLINGS AND COUSINS… Bevel transmasc headcannon, I’m not making it cannon yet because Bevel is a lesbian.

Layze, Funkyfrogbait, and Bevel with one tooth

@purpledemonss asked for this minus Bevel, that was my idea

OKAY I LOVE YOU GUYS SM, EAT THIS UP, STAY A MENACE TO SOCIETY JUST DONT EAT LEATHER UNLESS YOU ARE DEATHLY STARVED

[bastetwastaken]

So what if I wrote something really stupid...well, more stupid than my usual writing... About Atem from Double Exposure.

What if I wrote his entire story? From his point of view? As him telling you all his story and his past? Would that be stupid? Would anyone actually care for it?

Maybe.... anyway, have an excerpt of the stupid thing I've already started writing which may never actually see the light of day again. Make the most of it, and if you want more maybe I'll finish writing it... <3 <3

.........

Have you ever seen a photo and thought that something was…off about it? That something in the composition wasn’t quite right, that there was some sort of imperfection in it but every time you try to look a little closer, things become even less clear? 

I’ve always thought people are much the same. 

Take me, for example.

What you see in photos is only what I want you to see. You only know what I want you to, you see me smiling, laughing, smirking confidently and you think that is who I am. That I’m comfortable in my skin, that I’m happy. But that is so far from the truth.

If you look a little closer, allow me to expose those parts that aren’t quite right. To part the curtains and let you see me as I truly am…but I’ll be honest with you. My past is not pretty, it’s not smooth, I have regrets by the bucket-full, baggage which I still struggle under the weight of…I have been broken, used, betrayed, abandoned and I have been in places which I never thought I would ever be able to drag myself out of. I am as far from perfect as you can get, but I am trying…I am really trying to be better and all I ask from you is that you  keep that in mind as you read these pages, as I expose my soul to you I ask only for your patience.

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People used to ask me, jokingly I thought, if I was ready for my life to change. Honestly, I didn’t fully understand what that meant at the time. Of course my life was changing, I was making a drastic career change, moving away from something I knew and was good at into something which was totally alien to me and that I may fail at. 

At first I didn’t know what that change would bring. I thought a couple of people might know me, maybe I’d even become famous in my hometown… but I didn’t expect the world to know my name, for people to stop me in the street, that complete strangers would fall over themselves to try and speak to me. 

Through every interaction though with every person, every stranger who stopped me and complimented me, everyone who told me I’d go far, that I was going to be big…there was this voice in my head, beginning to whisper:

Would you still be so happy to meet me if you really knew who I was? If you knew all the things I’d done? If you could see all of me? 

It’s easy to tell me that you would, but still, I wonder. Sure, there’s a part of me that is exactly what you see but there are also others…others that I want to show and some which are a little scary to get into. 

Like, the nagging insecurity which sits in the back of my mind and tells me I’m not good enough. Or the part which has had sex with countless people- many of which I wish I hadn’t, all of which I regret to some degree. What about the part that developed the unhealthy coping mechanisms that almost led to me losing my life? Or the part which wishes the former would have succeeded. My self-loathing part, my part that just wishes to be left alone, the anxious one that threatens to ruin it all… 

You see, if you knew me…all of me…then you wouldn’t love me, and I wouldn’t blame you. 

So why am I writing this? To make you all hate me? Is this just another self-hatred fuelled effort to turn you all away from me and for me to self-destruct? 

No. 

This is a chance. 

Shame loves secrets, it thrives on it, and I’m telling my story in an attempt to take that power away from the shame I feel. I’m telling you this to heal, to remove that suffocating feeling that comes along with trying so desperately to hide yourself from others. 

Not long before I started writing this, I had an experience with a total stranger on the street of the city I used to call home. They approached me and I was worried that they would want something from me, but they didn’t... 

They only wanted to tell me that I was an inspiration to them. 

Those words had a profound effect on me which I don’t think this person realised. I have never thought of myself in that way, never dared to paint myself in such a positive light, but they did and it got me thinking. 

I hide so much of myself from the world, I hide my pain, my worries, my past…but what if those parts I hide could help someone else? What if there’s someone like me out there? Thinking they’re alone, that they’re not worth the effort, that they’re not worth love…that the things they have done and the burdens they carry are too much for someone else to possibly want to bear? 

So this is a chance for me to tell you about myself, and it’s not gonna be pretty, really, it’s not, but if my experiences help even one person see that they are not alone, then I’ll count that as a win. 

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If you would like to read the Puzzleshipping fic this would 'technically' follow on from, where Atem is a model with quite the colourful past and Yugi is a journalist who changes his life after an interview, you can find it here- Double Exposure.

[oh-bonerline]

i'm at work so can't look up exact quotes (probably good or i'd end up sending the whole chapter) but off the top of my head and in no particular order:

- "you were the love of my life"

- hann being the most perceptive person in any room and quietly understanding and supporting i love him he's perfect

- waughy in pink underwear

- the interplay between john and ross as two natural tops is just perfection no notes i love it they should get to explore that forever actually

- am i allowed to just say the sex? because. yeah.

- but also the way you manage to strike the balance of ross not being fully in the moment and getting caught up in wanting matty and not wanting to want matty but it still being good for both of them... it's messy and emotional and still hot despite that.

-all of john's "it's alright" and "we're alright" moments into the "we're not alright, are we?" and then john's "maybe i DON'T know that" and him being all "i don't mind pretending" is just absolutely heartbreaking my man is so desperately in love and that stubborn patience to the point where he's denying reality and knows he's denying reality but can't let go? every single line is twisting the knife. so beautifully painful.

-ross going home to matty. even though i love ross with john and would love to see an alternate storyline where they get their happy ending. not to be too analytical about it but the whole chapter feels like an exploration of a diverging path and the end perfectly wraps it up as a could've been, and returns us (and ross) to the but we're here, and this is good. like almost affirming that he's made the right choice.

-and SO much more. this story is an absolute work of art.

Thank you so much for this 😭😭 I'm going to respond to all of your points, if that's okay 🙂

The love of his life!! Sigh.

Hann always knows exactly what's going on and he loves you and supports you but kindly wishes to be left out of it thank you.

John in his cheap Valentine's underwear is very dear to me.

It's been so fun exploring their ~sexual dynamic~ and how it's different from Matty and Ross and how they learn to negotiate things and find the right balance.

And I'm so glad you enjoyed the sex. I thought it was pretty good, if I do say so myself 🥲🥲 And, yeah, the complicated and messy emotions make it even better, I think.

God POOR JOHN though. He's so tragic. He just loves Ross and wants to be with him. Even if he can tell it's not right. It's like he thinks he can make it right through sheer force of will, by just loving Ross as hard as he can. I remember breaking my own heart writing the bit where he tells Ross he's madly in love with him and Ross realizes he can't say it back. I had to step away for a while after that.

I love your analysis about exploring a diverging path. That's exactly what's happening. Past Ross is struggling with an inevitable choice and present day Ross is kind of having a brief moment of like, "But what if??" And he's shaken up a bit. But there's Matty and there's home.

Thank you again and I hope the next chapter can live up to this one!

[whatthisfemsheplikes]

Per your size-shifting ramble, do you think your thoughts on which size you’d want to be go into how you write or feel about Tori and Wesley? Do you relate to one more than the other? Could be relating to their size or just personality

I feel like Tori and Wesley kind of embody my feelings about which size I'd rather be in certain moments, at least in my head while I'm writing them. There are a lot of scenes where I could be thinking that I'd prefer to be in Wesley's position as a tiny, but I could potentially think about that same scene the next day and prefer to be in Tori's position as the "giant" (or human to a tiny in that case). I go both ways all the time about who I relate to in terms of just their size.

As far as relating to their personalities, I feel like each of them is made up of three parts: one-third is how I tend to act/feel in real life, another third is how I wish I was, and the last third is just their own stuff that doesn't really have anything to do with me. A lot of that last third is backstory stuff that I feel shapes plenty of their personalities and motivations. For instance, I didn't grow up in a super-rich family and, while I do have a brother, he's actually younger than me and acts nothing like Carter. I think Tori's own past with aspects like that shape how she views what she has in life and how she trusts other people in ways that I haven't experienced in my own life. Obviously, for Wesley, I've never had to worry about the same potential life dangers that a borrower has to worry about, and that fuels a lot of his fear that I don't relate to.

In other ways, I relate to them quite a bit. Tori can sometimes be a people-pleaser, Wesley too to a greater extent, and that's something that I tend to be a lot, even though I don't really want to be one. It's something I'm working on but it's kind of been ingrained in my brain since I was a kid, so it's a lot to work through. In some ways, Tori calling out the bullshit of others is kind of how my own inner voice sounds much of the time. I just don't say it out loud like she would.

Then, there's Wesley who's going through a lot of trauma and who gets really emotional in his struggles. I don't really cry as often as he does, but that anxiety that he almost constantly feels is how I am a lot of the time, hence why I feel tiny when I wish to be comforted. I've got a lot of my own trauma from surviving cancer and other events that have given me PTSD that I'm trying to work through, so that desire to have someone in your corner to just say "it's gonna be okay" like Wesley and Tori have is something I wish for a lot. I've got friends and family who support me, but they don't really understand a lot of what I'm going through so sometimes that comfort doesn't really feel very helpful. It's not their fault, but a lot of times I feel like I wish I had someone who was kind of the Tori to my Wesley in a way where they might not fully understand but they'll stay by your side while you're going through a hard time without feeling like they're pitying you.

Other than that, the parts of them that I wish I had more of would be confidence and patience. When I'm writing Tori, I often think that I wish I had her confidence, even in just everyday interactions. I've got bad social anxiety, so even just going out to talk to someone at a store or restaurant isn't the easiest thing for me. I think both she and Wesley tend to be very patient too, especially with each other. In some cases, I'm super patient, even when others around me might not be, like if my parents get impatient while we're waiting in a line while I tend to feel like I could stand there all day with no rush. It's usually patience relating to myself that I struggle with, like if I feel that I'm not as good as I should be at doing certain tasks. It gets tough but it's something that I feel like writing See Me has helped me with sometimes.

Sorry for the long post. Just fell down a rabbit hole with this question I guess. Thanks for asking!

[monkifuraibo]

Ever since their conversation where Renji expressed how important it was for him that Byakuya was happy, Byakuya had done exactly what he'd promised to do. He'd worked hard to be happy. He hadn't fully realized what a tough task this was. Now, he was constantly analyzing his emotions. At every given moment trying to register what he was feeling, instead of keeping everything suppressed like he was used to. It was surprisingly tiring. What was worse was that he didn't find that many positive emotions within himself. The feelings he thought he could sense the most were frustration and sadness. They went away when he and Renji were together, and he settled into feeling more content. But that wasn't happiness, so it wasn't good enough. He didn't wish to bring the subject up again, because it would only upset Renji. He kept remembering Renji's words - that the two of them loving each other was not enough. It made him - HIM, who was never nervous about anything - stressed. But not when he was actually around Renji. Then he felt at ease. Was it so strange then, that he should seek him out even more than before. They had spent plenty of time together before, but now? Now they were hardly spending any time apart.

--- It amazed him, actually. How much time they could spend together. He had thought they were already scraping the barrel on the amount of time they had left where they were apart, but evidently, there were more hours in the day than that. The switch does not go unnoticed, especially because, before, Byakuya had so clearly asserted that he needed alone time. And Renji, despite having told Byakuya before that all he wanted was to be around him all the time { because he loved him }, had wanted to respect that need, and given him space when asked.

Renji had not quite connected the dots between their conversation about happiness, and Byakuya's sudden increased desire for his company. He, himself, was delighted, though, to be spending so much time with his lover. Even if they were simply doing their own thing in one another's proximity.

Such as now. They were in Byakuya's study, as requested by Byakuya, and Renji was reading up on these mystical things in the World of the Living called 'computers'. Byakuya, for his part, was doing something entirely different; calligraphy. Renji had never had the patience for it, and his handwriting { on account of him learning to write late in life } was pretty terrible.

He just finished his chapter about 'data-storage' which really just meant that there were all kinds of paperwork that the computer could have inside without having to write it down on paper, and put his book down. He got up, stretching his arms over his head, popping his back in a few places. He hadn't had the best posture. He made his way over to his captain and leaned over his shoulder to see his work, breath ghosting across Byakuya's nape. "Wow.." He exhaled, quietly. Byakuya really had a beautiful hand. "That's real pretty.." He smiled. "'s gettin' late though. Y'wanna get to bed?" He pressed his lips and nose to Byakuya's crown. "I might go home. I gotta do laundry." He's been staying at the estate for days by now..

[emmedoesntdomath]

thanks for the tagggggg

First Fic- of being right, unique, and alive 

I love what I was doing with that fic, and it’s definitely one of the most me things I’ve ever written. tis’ technically on hiatus-ish right now, but I do plan to finish it eventually. (probably.) 

Latest Fic- Patience As a Virtue 

part of a text-fic series that I’m not actually a fan of, but it’s doing fine, I suppose. rhodey’s such an icon, and peter’s a dumbass. it’s a moment. 

Fic in a Fandom I Only Wrote For Once- fashion changes (but style endures) 

another something I’m not the biggest fan of, but wylan is my baby. so. I had other plans for this fandom, but who knows what happened to them. 

Fic I Wish More People Read- that ‘abandoned’ file

is it good? nah. funny as hell though. 

Fic I Agonized Over the Most- Number 12, Grimmauld Place

I have no idea how this fic is only 2k. it feels so much longer in my mind just because it took me forever to write. don’t even get me started on the part two. 

Fic that Sprang Fully Formed- spanish verbs

definitely one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. people seem to enjoy it too, so that’s nice. harley is obviously my child, and I’m thinking about him 24/7, spawning this crack shot. 

finally

Work that I’m Proud of- peaches, gators, and alabama

peter and ned at their best, truly. I love this one. 

tagging:

@frogmanfae @azraphael and whoever else wants to do it, emme’s too lazy to tag

Tagged by @radioactivepigeons - thanks so much for the tag, this is so fun!!!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.*

First Fic - God, I think my first fic was some spin off of a teenage spy series on wattpad *shudders* but my first ao3 fic was a silly little abandoned newsies fic which was. Interesting. I will not link it but its up for archive purposes, I owe @radioactivepigeons a lot for the encouragement, not sure if I would be still writing now if it wasn't for that kindness :)

Latest Fic - is Queer Eye-Eye Captain! Which is an ofmd queer eye au and I will link it because it took me a year to write and I think its very fun. Its my first 'long fic' (ie. Its over like,, 2K) and it took a lot of effort to actually finish it instead of getting excited, posting it, and abandoning it 😅

Fic in a Fandom I Only Wrote Once For - there are a couple but I think we'll go with There's No Such Thing as Stupid Pain which is a little startrek disco one I wrote after a night shift when I hurt from lifting a patient weird. I adore startrek discovery but I've just never written anything else for it yk?

Favourite Fic in the Fandom I Wrote Most For - are any of us surprised that its newsies after my train wreck of a brain (and bank account) last year? I think my favourite is probably Go to Bed just because its cute and I like the UK Davey/Crutchie dynamic, with an honourable mention to Hear Her Voice and Hear it Still which isn't that well written but I love the concept for.

Fic I Wish More People Read - ooh hard one, maybe I am to See to it That I Do Not Lose You which was for the fic exchange, just because I wrote and rewrite it So. Many. Times.

Fic I Agonised Over the Most - It is what it is because it's an excerpt of a much larger fic sitting planned out in my wips that I really want to write but idk if it will ever happen. Shout out to Build a Problem which I accidentally abandoned bc it started sounding too much like something I would write in high school and it needs serious revisions

Fic that Sprang Fully Formed - Babywipe Blues it's only little but it practically wrote itself, only took me 10 minutes. Amazing what procrastination can do.

And a Work I'm Proud of - Queer Eye-Eye Captain! Again just because I'm loving it now and also You're Safe Now because even though I don't love how it was written now, someone liked it enough to translate it into French which I think is very cool :)

That was such a cool little fic review, I loved doing that, thanks for the tag!!!! Tagging @emmedoesntdomath and @baura-bear :)

[levis-little-nuggie]

hi! i just saw the post about requests and could you write some fluffy sex headcanons with the brothers? we don't really see stuff like that so i thought i'd ask

Bless you nonny for the request 💜💜 this uh, turned out a lot longer than I had anticipated, probably because I haven't written anything in a good while 😅

Asmo and Belphie will have their own posts 💜

Nsft, obviously, so everything is under the Read More. I made the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as I could. Please let me know if at any point, I was exclusive.

Fluffy Sex Headcanons of the Demon Brothers

(minus Asmo and Belphie)

Lucifer

This man will top or bottom solely dependent upon what you want. Sex with him is moreso about pleasing his partner than just getting off. His preferences are fine tuned to your desires and your body’s limits. Lucifer’s sin feeds off of the immense pride a lover feels when they know you and your body better than you do

He may act cold and aloof in public and in front of others, coming off as stoic and arrogant, but it’s a completely different story behind closed doors.

However you want him, he’ll comply. You’ve done the impossible and captured his heart.  Don’t let this old man and his brown shoes fool you, he’ll drown you in passion.

He’ll gladly play the Dom role, but he’ll also gladly be your sub as well.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer him to Dom, you can expect an intensive aftercare routine that would rival Asmo’s. It’s not that he doesn’t like hurting you or pushing you to your limits, he just wants to reward you for being so good for him and wants to remind you how much he loves you.

If you’re into BDSM and prefer to Dom yourself, go crazy! While you would be capable of marking and bruising his skin, you can’t physically hurt or break him beyond light scratches. He can break out of whatever restraints you put him, even if they are demon-grade. You would need actual spells to diminish his strength to put him on par with a lower-class demon if you wanted him to actually feel any real pain, but if it’s what you want, he’ll do it. Expect a conversation beforehand about what you want and how he can do that for you. He wants there to be clear communication so he knows how best to serve you in the moments to come.

Sure the sex is fantastic, but he’ll show you how much he loves you in the tender moments after. The afterglow is his favorite part, both of you basking in the remnants of pleasure coursing through you, the physical numbness, and the swell of feel-good chemicals swirling through your bodies. This is when he’ll hold you closest, pepper your skin with kisses unable to stop himself, he’ll play with your hair if you have it, his eyes will be bright, his smile will be unrestrained. He may even start humming a long-forgotten lullaby or your favorite song as he rests his head against your chest, hearing your heartbeat in blissful content until one of you decides it’s time to get cleaned up.

No matter how long the day has been, the amount of hours he’s put into all that damn paperwork, he’ll always make time to pamper you after sex. If you prefer to shower alone, he’ll let you go first and have the bed ready with new, clean sheets and clean towels set out for you when you’re done. Prefer to sleep with pajamas? He has a drawer dedicated to your favorite things along with some new ones he bought for you.

Mammon

Ah yes, the tsundere. The dumbass in the streets, dumbass in the sheets. The one who has more hair-brained ideas than he does fingers and toes in one week. One of the greatest banes of Lucifer’s existence.

His push and pull personality might have you questioning the validity of his feelings, but I believe that Mammon wouldn’t be partaking in fluffy sex at all unless he was absolutely smitten.

With how his brothers treat him, he’s reluctant to open his heart to you and fully accept that at some point, you won’t start insulting him either. However, equipped with the sin of greed, Mammon’s completely helpless when you compliment and reassure him. 

His standoffish attitude is a front, a feeble attempt to keep up his reputation as “The Great Mammon,” but he’s got himself wrapped around your finger before he even realizes it and that facade would melt away instantly at your smallest of smiles, a kiss on his cheek or back of his hand, a surprise compliment, anything that makes his heart skip a beat. 

Of the brothers, he has one of the weakest composers around you mainly because he’s also one of the horniest. 

Sex with Mammon can be rushed;  a quickie between classes, a broken composure that has him feeling dehydrated for you, a clash of tongues and teech and a burning desire that encompasses both of you until you find release.

However, the sweetest and fluffiest sex with Mammon would be when either of you are feeling emotionally vulnerable. 

He’ll treat you like you’re the greatest treasure to have ever existed in all three realms, with a delicacy as if you’re fragile because he knows he can be careless and reckless. He’ll be in his head a lot making sure he’s taking care of you, that you feel good, doing his damndest to keep you satisfied so there’s no room in your heart to doubt him. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep that sparkle in your eye when you look at him, to never lose you and never have to experience the day you realize his brothers have been right all along. 

And I mean he’ll do whatever and however. Any wish is his command, but you’ll have more work cut out for you if you suggest the both of you participating in a threesome or more. He wants you all to himself, it’s his greed, but it’s your reassurance and validation that will have him like putty in your hand. 

He’s more than okay with both of you falling asleep in your mess, but more often than not, he’ll wait until you’ve dozed off to clean up. In these moments, he takes the time to worship every inch of your skin, like polishing a priceless jewel. His intentions are pure, most of the time, he just likes to wait till you’re asleep so there’s no chance for you to tease him about it. It also allows his greed to soak up your peaceful expression, the way your body reaches out to him after he’s finished cleaning and comes back to curl up next to you. 

There’s a secret photo album hidden on his phone filled with pictures of the both of you like this, your lashes against your cheeks, your freckles or sun spots, any blemishes or scars that he’s covered in kisses countless of times, your hand in his and vice versa, memories of how sweet and tender your love is, filled with emotions he struggles to put into words. 

Leviathan

It all depends how you play your cards with this one. Teasing him is easy and it’ll get him all flustered, but pair that with his raging horniness and you’ll be walking a fine line between a Dom or sub Levi.

However, if it’s fluffy and sweet sex you want, treat him gently and he’ll return the favor. It’ll take a bit of time and effort to get here, on both your parts, but if you’re willing to put in the work, he’ll make it worth it. Like Mammon, this means sex will be its fluffiest when either both of you or one of you is emotionally vulnerable.

We’ve recently been blessed by the devs on a cannon description of his tail, confirming that it is snake-like with scales. This also means, however, that his tail is sensitive to touch and he has full control of its movements. During a more sweet intimacy, he likes to wrap his tail around a limb, your arm or your leg. It’s only when he’s in Dom or sub mode that he likes to use his tail in a more active manner.

It’s important for him, whether he realizes it or not, that during these moments, that he’s the one touching you, not his tail. If you ask him to use his tail too much during sex, he’ll start to think that you’re only with him because of his tail.

He’ll want to see you even though his room is dimly lit. He also knows his tub bed might not be the most comfortable so he’ll invest in a mattress to put on the floor by the tank, and a few fluffy blankets, from the Ruri-chan line of course, to keep you warm and comfortable so you’ll never want to leave his room, just like him.

He prefers any position that has the two of you lying together, with your face in clear view because he can’t get enough of the faces you make because of the pleasure he’s responsible for making you feel. He’ll be more focused on your voice, your body language, your reactions to reassure him he’s doing something right.

To see your naked skin kissed with the reflection of the water from the tank is his favorite part. He actually got a nosebleed the first time he saw you like that. 

Sex with the otaku is a learning experience that requires patience and repetitive reassurance. He’s certain that no one could ever love him, and it’s going to cost a lot of mental energy, and it can be disheartening at times where it seems he’s not made any progress in loving himself at all, but you’ll both also have an opportunity to create something truly beautiful between the two of you. Falling in love with your best friend, and having your feelings returned with all their heart is one of the most beautiful things to ever experience.

Satan

I like to imagine that Satan is akin to that tiger DILF in Zootopia looking at his tablet while on the train, you know, the one who looks like he’ll take good care of you? Listen, during one of his Devilgram stories, the man pitches a tent (like an actual tent, not a boner you guys) and makes both of you cups of hot chocolate. You can pry this hc out of my cold, dead hands.

Sex with Satan is actually more often fluffy and sweet than anyone would assume because he’s the Avatar of Wrath. Just like all the other brothers, Satan is more than his sin. That being said, Satan is still CEO of Angry Sex™ but he’s also more intune to his own feelings than the rest of his brothers. 

It’s after his more violent fits of rage that he’s seeking your comfort. It’s difficult for him to come down from his wrath; the worse the fit is, the more broken and twisted he feels. He didn’t like coming to you at first because he knows how mentally draining it can be for a human to deal with someone like that, but you’ve insisted in your endearing and stubborn way that he can and needs to rely on you more. You threatened to find all the sources proving your point for the success of any relationship and he eventually gave in, accepting your kindness and your love.

In turn, he provides you with an arsenal of reading material and spells you can arm yourself with for a plethora of reasons; mainly self-defense against demons, a history of successful and failed attempts to prank Lucifer, as well as guides for subjects in class to help you study.

Unlike his previous brothers, sex with Satan is more about the pleasure you both feel. Of course he’ll still be mindful of your pleasure, but he can also get lost in his own desire. No matter how far gone he is, you know that the moment you utter the safeword, he’ll stop immediately and assess the situation. The safeword is actually a simple spell that he’d found when you two started getting more intimate.

On days he’s feeling extra playful, he’ll dress up for you; a collar with a bell, cat ears, a butt plug with a tail attached. He loves to be your little kitty cat, and will practically foam at the mouth if you ever dressed up like a slutty cat for him, but this doesn’t lead to fluffy smut times.

While he has no issues with PDA, Satan reserves his more soft and fluffy side for when you two are totally alone. He’s proactive in looking up cute date ideas and is the type to go all out turning his bed or his floor into a nest of pillows and blankets, cups of tea, hot chocolate, coffee, whatever you prefer, a variety of little snacks, and turn his wall into a projection screen to watch old-fashioned black and white romance movies. 

For Satan, it’s the moments leading up to the sweet intimacy filled with love and adoration that are his favorites. Being the reason your face brightens, tears of happiness well in the corner of your eyes, the way your smile makes his heart stutters, Satan loves showing you how much you mean to him mainly because he knows he’s not the best with words. He could recite any poem of strings of song lyrics, but he believes actions speak louder than words.

He actually prefers for you to have control in these moments; there’s less of a chance he could hurt you and it’s another way to prove his love. He’ll only ever bottom for you. He was reluctant at first, but it’s like you opened his eyes to a whole new world he didn’t know about. He still likes to act like he's a cat and you're his mouse, but he also likes it when you take over and make him bow to your whim. You've gained his trust as well as his heart and he believes that the power dynamic in a relationship should be balanced.

During the most intimate moments, either right after sex or waking up together in the morning after sleeping in, you'll both enter this Cat Speak mode. One of you will start, just a cute little "mrow?" and you'll go back and forth entertaining a semblance of a conversation but without saying anything. There's no actual conversation happening, it's just the two of you making cat noises at each other, giggling and riding the high of this special intimacy specially reserved for these moments of bliss.

Beel

Let’s be honest, 9 times out of 10 your sex with the sixth-born will be fluffy and sweet. He’s like the personified version of a golden retriever. He loves you and has the instinct to want to take care of you. You’re such a small, delicate human, and his brothers love you too so when you’re in Beel’s care, he makes sure you’re satisfied more than just sexually. 

Anything you’re willing to give him, he’ll accept wholeheartedly expressing his love and gratitude in the form of huge grins, hugs, a hearty chuckle, and peppering kisses across your face. 

Even though he’s not as sexually active as some of his brothers, once you get this big guy started, be prepared to cancel any plans you have for the rest of the day… and also the day after just to be safe. He has the most energy and will keep going until he’s had you against every solid surface in his room, minus Belphie’s furniture of course. Regardless of your size or how you look, he’ll make you feel weightless as he carries you around the room effortlessly

He loves the way you taste, gliding his tongue over your skin like you’re an ice-cream cone that never melts, he’s actually growled a number of times when you tried pulling yourself away from him. His eyes had turned shades darker than normal before you snapped him out of it. He would apologize profusely and kill the mood so as to make sure he’s in the right headspace and you’re okay. 

This has only happened a few times, but he still loves to taste every inch of you whenever he has you all to himself. He leaves you covered in hickeys and love bites and even though he’ll apologize, you know he feels absolutely no shame in his brother’s reactions to seeing you covered the next day. 

His favorite part is helping you ride out your orgasm with his mouth. He knows he’s more skilled with his mouth anyway and just, the man cannot get enough of you or your taste. Depending on where he’s at when you orgasm, if he’s close, he’ll paint your skin in his release, and then clean up the mess and drag you in for snuggles. If he’s not quite there yet, he’ll assess your energy levels and wait until you’re ready to go again or keep going, depending on who topped or bottomed. He’s all about consent and wants to join you when you’re fully blissed out regardless if he’s finished or not (meaning he’ll deny his own release in order to lie with you).

Aftercare comes almost second nature to him. He’s already carrying you to the bathroom and soaking you off in the shower before you realize it. The warm water and his large hands invade your senses and he urges you to let go, to let him take care of you and it’s like a dream. His calloused hands offer a sort of comforting roughness that keeps you grounded. If you want shower sex, you’ll have to initiate it.

Actually, that’s pretty accurate for Beel. You want sex? You’re either going to have to initiate it or tell him straight out. Poor guy does not take hints well as he is very oblivious.

[hyunjilicious]

I just read what is and what should never be and it was PHENOMENAL! I love everything you write anyway so I was wondering if you could do a small one where Bucky is alone and depressed and he calls yn because he feels lost and she is just there for him? No worries if you can't! I love you anyway 💕

Omg!! You’re too sweet! I really wanted to do this one justice, but I suck at angst... I love you too!! and I’m sorry if this sucks!

Summary: after the events of Endgame, you and Bucky part ways. Even though you haven’t spoken in months, when he needs you, you’re there ANGST 2.2k

Warnings: overall angsty vibes. Sad Bucky. Idk depictions of depression I guess? shitty writing!

“You came” Bucky's surprised tone pulled you out of your thoughts.

Before saying anything else, you shook your head in disbelief. From certain points of view, he looked exactly the same as when you last saw him months ago, but if you looked past his rugged exterior, it was very easy to tell something was truly eating away at his heart.

“Of course I came” you frowned, “You called me”

“Thought you didn’t want anything to do with me anymore” Bucky mumbled.

You looked him up and down, thoroughly confused by his statement, but decided to keep the tone of the conversation from going too dark too fast. “Shut up, Barnes” you scoffed, “Don’t even joke about that.” A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his lips, but it was forced, you could easily tell he wasn’t truly being himself. “What’s up?”

Bucky took a deep breath as if gathering the courage to word his thoughts. When his eyes met yours he flinched, the pain clouding his otherwise bright blue eyes. He started with a long sigh and a shake of his head but then, cringed as he finally spoke up. “I need help”

His confession went directly to the pit of your stomach. “What happened? Whatever it is, you got it, but what-”

“Nothing happened” Bucky stopped you, “I need help”

“I don’t understand”

“I need someone to-” he sighed, closing his eyes as his head fell forward in what could only be described as shame, “I need someone to talk to” and it was funny, considering he just walked out of his psychiatrist’s office. “Someone that’s not paid to listen to me” he added, “Someone who understands”

It was moments like these that you truly wished Steve was still here. Or Nat. Your best friends, yes, but they were the glue that held you all together, and now in their absence, you were all threatening to fall apart. 

But of course you’d be there for Bucky. Whatever he needed you were more than eager to provide, but at the same time, you were fully aware that your capabilities were limited. You didn’t lack the understanding or the experience, but you lacked the words. You had the sympathy, but not the advice he needed. But you were there. Like you have always been and always will be, so, that afternoon you ended up on his living room floor.

Surrounded by empty bottles of alcohol that had no effect on either of you whatsoever, you sat and listened to him rant his heart out until his throat couldn’t take it anymore. And then he broke down - completely. A full on mess, tears staining his cheeks as the temperature dropped in the room with every other pained groan he’d release. But he let it all out and the weight he had been carrying on his shoulder was unimaginable. There were too many things eating away at his heart, but the guilt was what kept him under its spell, what kept him up for the last months, what was physically destroying him.

“Y/n... “ he called for you, face hidden in his hands as he spoke, “I know you’re gonna say no, but-”

“No,” you stopped him, “Then don’t ask me”

“Please”

“No, Bucky” you sighed, grabbing his wrist so you could look him in the eyes, “If you already know it’s a bad idea, please don’t tell me because I’m afraid I’ll actually go through with it right now”

“But i can’t fucking sleep!” he cried out loud, falling back against the couch, arms propped up on his knees, “I keep having the same nightmares over and over again, and I can’t take it anymore”

“You don’t-” you took a deep breath, “You don’t want me to erase your mind, do you?”

The look in his eyes proved that that was exactly what he wanted. And the unshed tears that coated the otherwise pure and radiant blue of his eyes was almost enough to convince you.

“Please-” he begged, “I-”

“No, Buck” you shook your head and shuffled to face him properly, “As time passes, it’s only gonna get worse. The past will eventually catch up to you. You’ll want to know what you did”

He didn’t have it in him to fight you, so silence settled for a while. “You know sedatives don’t work on me?”

“I… never thought about it, but that makes sense”

Bucky gathered his lips into a tight line and nodded his head.

“Lady shrink isn’t of any help?” you asked.

“I have no clue what she’s doing” he shrugged, “Maybe it’s good in the long run, but fuck if I know how she expects me to make any kind of progress right now”

“You are, tho” you reassured him, “Making progress I mean”

“Am I?” Bucky laughed incredulously.

“Yes! You’re almost completely on your own feet. You really pushed through”

“Or maybe I’m just ignoring all of my problems”

“You just told me about them” you chuckled, and threw an arm over his shoulders.

Hesitatingly at first, he eventually leaned in into your hold, allowing himself to completely fall against your chest. “I hate this”

“I think that’s a given” you laughed, curling your fingers around the roots of his way too short hair. “A wise man once said that whenever someone acts like they have their shit together, they’re either lying or delusional”

“Who said that?”

“I don’t know” you confessed, “I saw that on the internet”

For the first time that night, you actually heard him laugh, and it sounded so good - it was short and weak, but it was sweet and honest. “That’s a pathetic attempt at cheering me up, but I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it” Bucky said as he pushed himself up.

“I wish I could do more” you mumbled, “But I don’t know what, or how, but-”

“Thank you”

“You don’t have to thank me, you know that” you smiled.

He didn’t know that. He’d never stop thanking you for even the smallest gestures. The day where Bucky would understand that kindness, in some cases, is a given, was far away, but you had the patience and determination to work for it.

As you talked and talked, and the topic of conversation kept shifting from one area to the other, the sun set, night settling outside his small windows. It was time for you to leave, and you would’ve done it, had he asked you not to at the last second.

You had your shoes on and one hand on the door handle, when he stumbled over his words, obviously too shy to properly hold his ground. “Actually can you- can you-” he mumbled, pointing to his couch, “Can you stay here tonight?”

And of course you did. The night didn’t last much longer after that, with Bucky settling on the floor, only a blanket to keep him company, and you sprawled out on the couch as silence settled.

But your mind was too busy to drift off. You knew his’ was too, but decided to refrain from speaking up, hoping to let him fall asleep, even for a short while.

It was loud inside your head. You always promised yourself you’d never intrude on someone’s thoughts and read through them without their approval, but you physically felt Bucky radiate energy, and your mind just slipped. But then, your heart almost stopped.

You saw yourself. You saw yourself slapping him back in Wakanda when he decided to go under ice again, you saw yourself moving a car out of his way back in Bucharest, when you risked your life for his because you trusted Steve that much, and because you were that good of a friend. You saw yourself at Tony’s funeral, eyes shiny with tears and then felt an almost uncontrollable urge to hug yourself - and then realised it wasn’t your urge, it was Bucky’s. At this point, your heart beat so fast you were actually afraid he’d hear it. But when goosebumps appeared all over your skin, you realised he couldn’t hear you, that he was asleep and that the nightmares started materializing. 

What convinced you to act on it was the sudden jerk of his body and the way to fully tensed instantly after. So, unable to just sit and watch, you rolled over to the side and allowed your hand to fall by his temple, little specks of light rolling off the tips of your fingers as you forced the thoughts away. Seconds later, you saw him relax and shift around, gathering the blanket he laid on to his chest as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

His relaxed form and the steady pace of his breathing put a smile on your face. But you made the mistake of thinking this was a one time thing, however, before you realised, you found yourself leaning over him again, ushering yet another wave of nightmares away. And it kept being an ongoing process until the sun rose, and you cursed yourself as you did not get one second of shut eye. But it was worth it. The sight of him finally resting, knowing he spent his night in his happy place that you this time did not intrude on, made up for your tiredness. 

When Bucky drifted out of his deep sleep, you figured it was safe to relax too. But knowing that if you went to sleep right now you wouldn’t wake up until noon, you stood up, determined to give him the full best friend experience.

But all you found in his kitchen was a box of stale cereal, a soft cucumber and candy wrappers. Had he not looked so adorable sleeping shirtless and curled into a ball on the floor, you would have woken him up yelling. But instead, you decided to order some food, and the simple fact that the sound of the delivery guy ringing the doorbell didn’t wake him up, actually terrified you. With a life like yours, no one sleeps that deeply, but then there he was, snoring away the late hours of the morning. 

By the time he finally stirred awake, the food was already cold, and you were bored out of your mind. “What- what time is it?” he mumbled, voice rich with sleep.

“A little bit past 2” you yawned from your spot on the couch.

“2 pm?” Bucky huffed, sitting up in a hurry and rushing to grab his phone. “What the-” he turned to you confused, “It’s 2pm…”

“Yeah” you sighed, “And the food is cold”

“Food?” Bucky gawked, looking over at the small table by the window, “You got food?”

“You didn’t have any” you defended yourself. You wanted to scold him for not taking better care of himself, but he looked so homey and cozy and vulnerable, that you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Eventually, you stood up and walked over to him. “I’ll let you eat, Buck, but I gotta go” you sighed, giving him a hug, “Got some stuff to do” you lied, by stuff meaning sleep, since you were exhausted.

“Yeah, of course” he mumbled in agreement, wrapping his arms around your frame, and bringing you closer. He sank his head into the crook of your neck, holding you to his chest for a moment longer than you would have considered friendly. But you didn’t complain, his hold was stern and loving, and you really needed that right now. “Thank you” Bucky added when he finally let you go. His right palm cupped your cheek as he looked down at you, awe and admiration in his eyes.

“Nothing to thank me for, Buck” you smiled, and then pulled away.

He silently watched you get ready to leave, following you around until you reached the door and turned around to say goodbye. And it was weird. Your heart boomed against your ribcage, and you didn’t have to read his thoughts to know he was feeling the same kind of nervous. And it may have been the one too many stories you read but you actually feared something was going to happen. Thankfully, it didn’t. Instead you shared another hug, and parted ways.

However, all you managed to do was reach the staircase before you heard his door open, followed by the sound of his bare feet sprinting down the hallway. “What are you-”

“Can you stay?” he asked, shaking from head to toe, “In New York I mean, can you please stay? Just a few more days”

“Well, I- yeah, I guess I can” you mumbled.

“I just, I need a few more days. You’re screwing my head back on, I just need you now. Steve is gone, and Sam is all the way in Louisiana and I hate phones and I-”

“Wow-” you laughed, “I’m not even the second choice, I’m the third?”

“Shut up, Y/n” Bucky frowned, “Stop being a smartass for a second”

“I’m sorry” you rolled your eyes, but he didn’t care.

In the blink of an eye, Bucky threw his arms around your shoulders and hugged you close, and you weren’t sure if the ‘I love you’ that echoed inside your mind had actually been spoken or just thought, but it was everything you never knew you needed.

[crimsonxe]

I don't need to, I do so based on your attitude and subsequent failure to comprehend things. Both in regards to RWBY and even in regards to Kendrick, Cole, and Drake. Also those like yourself tend to be bottom-feeders for any piece of media that latch onto.

Actually I wouldn't, since I actually fit within the bounds of debate in presenting a case that's backed up by thoroughly presented fact and canon.

Actually, I already addressed the whole my having bias; but I'll say again that sure I do. However I know how to differentiate between bias and objective aspects. On top of that having facts, canon, & crew backing up what I say. Easiest example = I absolutely think it was a mistake to to kill off Sienna and give more time to Adam. I think the story would've been so much better having her as a cusp figure that knows refuses to cross into terrorist territory by attacking innocents as a juxtaposition to Adam. However am I going to bash the show or act like its garbage writing that it didn't go that route? No, because that's a WANT of mine not a need for the story as it works fine as is. I actually like Raven from design to characterization, I DON'T handwave the shit she's done that makes her a shitty person; nor do I take shots at ones like Yang that take issue with her over said shit she's done nor bitch towards the writers about her deserving to be written differently. Because I realize that her being a liked character doesn't alter the writer's path for her. I know the difference between objective issue and biased wants. Also I responded cause I'm long over done with your types bullshit and expecting others to roll over for it.

Try looking over your posts where you've failed to understand things presented to you at least 3 times now. Though your posting towards the OP post itself as you put it, goes towards several of those aspects in and of itself. Though I'd also put those on anyone from rw/de that crossed my path.

You'll notice I said "likely", which fully acknowledges it being based on prior experience with shitlords like yourself. So trying to pull the "oh but I didn't do x" card doesn't land. And you for sure are not showing any reason for anyone to not put you in the same camp as the other shitlords. You speak just like them or close enough.

You go to hurt, when in reality its more a case of having ones patience drained away from the same bullshit being peddled time and time again from the exact same type of people that should fuck off from the show.

That's hilarious especially given what I imagine would be go-to cases depending on approach. Either sugar, world of gay, bullshit clearly aimed at LGBT+ audience that revolves around them; or fanserviced to hell and back bullshit. Either way falling into either shoujo-ai or yuri territory. While RWBY on the other hand presents a NORMALIZED LGBT+ relationship outside of a world of gay with no sugar involved. I can easily say that BB stands within the top of my long ass list of LGBT+ pairs specifically because of how it was handled that wasn't aimed at an LGBT+ audience but a general audience. Even the one that doesn't fall into the sugar, world of gay, and clearly aimed at LGBT+ audience (Arcane) isn't up to BB's level yet.

Also if your reference to biphobia is people that push back against the idea or support any other interpretation including lesbian-Yang; then you can legit just go fuck yourself. There's ample proof of her being aligned to lesbian side of the spectrum over bi, but more times than not lesbian-Yang people are willing to bend so long as one doesn't push the subject. Especially generous given that there were ones wishing for a guy to suddenly appear in Patch just to get with Yang to prove she was straight to run against BB. I guess I'll also toss in that not supporting BS or trying to boosting up anything that Blake had towards Sun also isn't biphobia.

Except dumbass that there's an entire other array of characters that actually give a shit about the faunus and are shown as sympathetic.

Also here's a newsflash for you, there's irl Adam's that co-opt causes; or just people that have no moral gauge and take things into terrorist zone. Not once is he framed as "oppressed minority becoming supremacist", he's framed as a TERRORIST from the damn Black trailer in his dismissal of murdering a train full of INNOCENT people. So you can save your attempt at trying to play the smallest violin, when there's an entire orchestral arrangement that your type ignores with Sienna. Adam is no more a figure for oppressed people than I'm a car able to transform into a human for appearances sake.

Oh look you failing to comprehend again. I wasn't talking about fan extremism, I'm talking about causes extremism. Fighting for rights and equal treatment? Great. Resorting to violence towards INNOCENT people in the name of that? Fuck you, you're nothing more than a terrorist with no damn cause. Something that is VERY relevant in current day, especially with the far left (the right has always been there). I can even pop off an example: I absolutely will grab a sign and shout for pro-choice till blue in the face; however what I won't do is back someone that were to set fire to an innocent building in the name of it. That person would be kicked to the fucking curb and hell probably even reported, cause they crossed the line. If I'm honest I'll continue considering anyone in that camp as a terrorist sympathizer and disgusting ass person cause of wanting to defend that shitbag terrorist.

Boo fucking hoo, save my ass the world's smallest damn violin. I've been called delusional for stating canon; had slurs hurled my way; watched friends get stressed because of shitbags like you popping into their comment sections to the point of just ending their YT channel; the show being misrepresented because ones like YOUR ass can't fucking comprehend the shit being presented to you; etc. Not a damn soul in this world is obligated to step to the side and let you spout your bullshit, I'd even say there should be the exact opposite thing in place. More people should rake your type's asses over the coals, then there'd be less vids on YT going after "woke media".

You want a different approach, then don't put yourself in the position to be seen that way. Or y'know fuck off, as I said to the other, you won't be missed. Biased whiny ass bitches are a dime a dozen and never bring anything to the table of merit. Instead just presenting shit that can be torn completely apart by anyone that knows their shit.

As I said, in this equation I'm not the Cole; I'm the Kendrick and your shitbag type are the Drake's. Dumbass culture vultures RWBY edition, ones that know-nothing but have their heads shoved firmly up their own asses. True fans aren't going to roll over for your bitch asses and instead will be more than willing to take your ass to the woodshed.

I'm gonna be real, the bees being planed or not doesn't really matter... like at all.

plenty of things that are planned from the very start of a show turn out awful and plenty of improvised swerves from planning turn out great

I think the one of the biggest reasons it comes off as unnatural from a lot of people is just that CRW/BY aren't that good at writing romance, have you looked at any of the straight ships? They are FAR from great, not blaming anyone for liking them or the bees but still.

also like the weird cover up with the song BMBLB, I guess they were trying to hide spoilers even though everyone who knows about romance tropes already knew that it was either going to happen or turn out to be queerbaiting, which the show has done at least 1 arguably 3 times, so I don't super blame anyone for thinking it wasn't planed even though their most likely wrong.

[merakiui]

I was wondering I read the Xiao x a sucidal reader and I was wondering if you could do a imagine for that if this is too much please don’t and stay safe drink water and eat and please enjoy your day ^^

Lantern Rite Wishes

xiao x (gender neutral) reader cw: suicide, depression, angst note - somehow the imagine became longer than intended (・・；)

He was just going to get some fresh air and then he’d come right back inside. There was absolutely no way he was looking for you because it was a beautiful night and the lanterns lit up the sky like pieces of sweet, wondrous dreams—

Xiao shakes his head to dispel such thoughts as he steps out into the open, surveying just how empty Wangshu Inn has become. Everyone who isn’t obligated to work is down at the festival, spending time with friends or taking in the sights as a couple. He was going to watch from the balcony, where he’d be alone and unbothered by the usual hustle and bustle of Wangshu. All those plans seemingly evaporate the moment he notices your figure balancing on the ledge, one foot extended outwards.

He’s not sure what overcomes him when he rushes forward, seizing your arm and roughly pulling you backwards. A yelp escapes your dry throat. Just moments prior you were teetering on the edge, teary-eyed and wondering if anyone would miss you. Now you’re falling into someone’s chest as they wrap their arms around your trembling frame in a bone-crushing hug. Your stomach drops when you finally hit the floor, the wooden boards creaking under the combined weight of two people.

For a moment, you struggle to escape Xiao’s hold, but he remains unyielding. It’s during your hiccuping sobs that you finally hear him.

“Why?”

It’s the only word Xiao can utter. Over and over in a confused, pained loop. The thought of watching you fall to your death hurts him, and even though he can’t fully grasp the reasoning behind that feeling he knows it must be a result of your suicide attempt.

“I...don’t know.” Words weigh heavy in your mouth, and your tongue trips over itself in an attempt to explain yourself. But you truly can’t. Why did you do that just now? Were you actually going to jump? “I’m just tired.”

Tired. A word that holds so much meaning. Tired of work. Tired of mundane schedules. Tired of the disconnection between positivity and depression. Tired of life. It’s all so exhausting and the only solution would be to die. That must be it, right?

“You don’t know?” Xiao’s still holding onto you when he mutters that question, his expression clouded in grief and anger. “Why not? You’re a mortal! You should value your life a little because you won’t get another.”

The harshness to his tone startles you and it prompts more tears. Under the lights of thousands of lanterns, the scene should bring happiness and peace. But you’re just sad and tired and absolutely fed up with life.

“I’m sorry, Xiao. I didn’t—“

“Don’t apologize.” His grip loosens slightly and it’s as if his own composure follows. “Just...don’t do it again. If you’re not going to value your life, I’ll value it instead. So don’t do stupid things you’ll regret.”

It wounds your resolve to hear him refer to impulsive desires as stupid and foolish, but it also warms your heart to hear him say he’ll value your life. And you can’t bring yourself to argue. Had you jumped and avoided his outstretched arm, you wouldn’t have had any time to regret the action. Would Xiao have saved you even as you were falling? You’d like to think he would, but even miraculous fantasies remain within one’s mind. And in this reality a dozen alternate scenarios could’ve happened. For instance, Xiao could’ve avoided the balcony and you would be dead.

Your fingers dig into his backside as you finally return his hug. “I’m just tired. I didn’t know what else to do...” A heavy sigh escapes you in that tense moment. “I wish I didn’t feel so lost.”

Xiao realizes he’s been holding you for quite some time and he pulls away in a barely composed fluster, his cheeks reddening ever so slightly. In an effort to change the direction of the conversation, he latches onto the thought of wishes. “Well... I was going to watch the lanterns from here, but then I saw you. I guess we could go see the festival together—if it’ll cheer you up, that is.”

You look at him in mild shock, not having expected him to take the initiative to invite you. “Oh...”

“But you’re probably still scared after what just happened. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Mortals and fear...”

Your breathy laugh startles him. He’s always referring to you as a mortal, as if that’s all you are in his eyes. Although you’re still shaken after your attempt, you feel a little safer knowing he’s with you. And while you may just be another mortal, the fact that he saved you must count for something. Xiao can go on and on about how useless mortals are, but to step in when one was about to commit suicide—perhaps he does have a heart.

“I should thank you for doing that. For stopping me before I could actually do it, I mean.” Your heart hammers in your chest as you prepare to spill your emotional guts in front of the adeptus. “Truthfully, I haven’t been well in a long while. And I don’t think I’ll get better anytime soon, but...I want to forget about tonight. So maybe seeing the festival with you will chase a few bad thoughts away...”

Xiao’s staring. He realizes he should blink and actually say something, but the words won’t form. You’ve always been an honest person, but he’s taken by surprise at how quickly you agree to see the festival. It’s an ideal distraction, isn’t it? All sorts of negativity muddles his brain and he wonders why you’d want to see the festival with him. He’s not exactly a cheery person and you’re not mentally well either. For some reason, he feels compelled to weasel out of this situation—to deflect and avoid it before he freely allows himself to experience this pathetic thing humans call ‘fun.’

“Actually, I think making a lantern would be nice. I could write so many wishes on it. It might even make me feel better, too!” You’d like to think that a simple lantern wish will solve all of the murky depression in your life, but it’s just wishful thinking. “And you can make one with me! We’ll write our own wishes.”

“I guess...”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.” You stand on unsteady legs—legs that would’ve broke once they made contact with the ground—and offer your hand. “You can’t get out of this one, Xiao. I’m going to drag you there whether you like it or not.”

He deadpans as he begins to regret his own decisions. But his hand still finds yours and he allows you to pull him up from the floor. Your smile might not shine as brightly as it did before, but it’s still a step in the right direction. And you’re a resilient person; you’re bound to bounce back after this. It just takes time and patience to heal—two things he can easily spare for your sake.

Xiao won’t make any wishes for himself. Rather than selfishly wishing to erase centuries of karmic debt, he’ll scrawl something unlikely on the surface of his lantern. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he’d let you fall, and so he hopes that his wish will come true.

And when your lanterns join the others in the inky sky, Xiao feels relieved to have you by his side, your warm hand gripping his and an infectious smile pulling your lips upward. Your life has so much meaning. It’s just a little foggy and you can’t see it, but Xiao will shine a light through that dark fog to help you reclaim that meaning. In due time, you will find happiness and he’ll be there to guide you to it on a bumpy path.

Without realizing it, his love for you blossoms and it’s a quiet flower shrouded in its own darkness. 

No matter what happens, give (Name) the happiness they deserve. That’s all I’ll wish for.

[celestialrry]

I wish you would write a fic where...

the main character is the daughter of a really important producer harry is working with and he has a major crush on her but 1) he doesn’t want her dad to feel like he’s taking advantage of her 2) she has a rule of not dating musicians

too young

OOOOOOHHHHHH

HIIII GUYS..... i started school again and honestly for the longest time i've had no inspiration to write but then i got this ask!!! (thank you for your patience anon ily) and was like i love this prompt but then i wrote the first part and had no idea how to continue it,,, but I finally finished it!! ε(♡'-')з (this is me giving you all my love and affection for sticking with me) 

(NOT EDITED)

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warnings: alcohol consumption

Harry was in a dilemma.

Usually, he could sweep all his issues under the rug, save them for another day, but this one... he couldn't do that. Not because he didn't want to, but because this problem was more than just a dust bunny on his hardwood floor.

Y/N was the problem.

Or to be more precise, his feelings for Y/N were the problem.

Harry had confidence when it came to his crushes. He was smooth, flirty, and snagged almost every single person he's caught feelings for.

But not Y/N.

No, she was almost unreachable, for quite a few reasons.

One, the only reason he knew her, met her, was through a producer he had been working with the past few months. Arlo was massive in the industry and Harry was flattered when Arlo approached him with interest in collaborating. And only a month into working together, he met Y/N.

Harry's head snapped towards the door that had just burst open, a girl barging into the studio that he had never seen before. She was gorgeous, he had to admit, but he couldn't ignore her blatant disrespect for coming in and making a scene while he, Arlo, and a few of his bandmates were working annoyed him to no end.

"Dad! Oh my god, you will not believe what just happened, I was on my way over here and I fucking bumped into Zach," The girl began ranting, approaching Arlo and huffing as she stood next to Arlo's chair. "Of all fucking people I could see just walking down the street, it had to be him. The world is against me today I swear. Anyways, I brought that drum pad you wanted."

She dug into her big brown bag that was slung over her shoulder and pulled out the music board, placing it on the table in front of Arlo.

"Where'd you see him, Y/N? We're about to go on break and I can leave and go kick his ass in," Arlo checked his watch. "7 minutes."

Y/N, Harry now knew her as, sighed and crossed her arms. "He's long gone by now, think he shit his pants when he saw me walking near him."

"Atta girl, thanks for bringing my board too," Arlo smiled up at her from his chair. He then turned to see Harry, and Mitch staring at the two of them. "Oh sorry guys, this is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Harry and Mitch."

She turned to look at them and smiled wide. "Nice to meet you!"

"You too." They both said in unison, looking at each other with a smile, before focusing back on Y/N.

"We'll be done soon, if you wanna go out and get lunch." Arlo said, turning back to his daughter.

"Sounds good, just text me," Y/N replied, giving him a smile before turning back to the boys. "Nice meeting you guys, again."

And before they could even respond she was gone.

Two, Y/N was younger than him. 6 years younger to be exact. It didn't seem like much, but when put into perspective, she was 21, only just being legally allowed to drink in the States, and Harry was 27. Practically 30, if you ask him, and he was positive Arlo would have his head if he found out Harry liked his daughter. 

And three, she doesn't date the people her dad works with. 

He had found this out one night when he, Arlo, Y/N, Mitch, and a couple other writers were hanging out at the studio, drinking some wine (she had even exclaimed that this would be her first time drinking red, and Harry was yet again reminded of her age) and chatting after a long day of working. 

Harry and Mitch were laughing with Arlo about the first time they met Y/N, and her comments about this “Zach” guy. 

“He’s my ex, and had worked with my dad on one shitty song that never got far because he’s just so-- music is just not his thing, to put it nicely. But he was an absolute asshole and after him I made rule to never date anyone Dad works with. It would just go terribly.” She explained, letting Arlo take a few more jabs at the guy before stopping him.

So yeah, Harry was in a dilemma. 

In all the time he’d known Y/N, he just kept falling for her. She was kind, funny, beautiful, lit up any room she walked into, and treated Harry like fine porcelain. 

She was just fucking perfect. 

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Y/N had probably been in a lot of worse positions than the predicament she was in now.

For example, that time her dad walked in on her and her ex making out in the studio, or her 21st birthday when she got completely wasted and almost got into the wrong car instead of her uber, and the next day found out that the man driving that car was actually a convicted criminal.

So there’s worse things that could happen than her liking Harry.

But it doesn't mean it wasn’t bad.

The thing is, Y/N didn’t fall for anyone easily. Her one and only ex Zach treated her like a queen until he could officially claim her as his. The flowers he gave her before every date remained at the shop and the consistent compliments turned into insults and muttered claims of discontentment. 

Hence why he was her ex. It took Y/N quite a long time to work up the courage to end things with him. He was her first kiss, first time, and first boyfriend. She was yet to find her first love, she never really loved Zach. The way he used to treat her in the beginning, she thinks she loved, but him? No, she would never call him her first love. 

So when Y/N’s time crush on Harry began to develop into real feelings in such a short span of time, it terrified her. She had really never felt this way about someone before; butterflies would erupt in her stomach every time he shot her a smile and her mind would erupt into pure chaos when his body brushed up against her own. 

So yeah, it could be worse, but it certainly wasn't good.

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Y/N enjoyed spending time at the studio with her dad, and surprisingly, spending time with her dad’s “co-workers”. Even though she didn't usually hang out with the pop stars and spent time mostly with the backing band/producers (they were usually 50 year old men, but they were pretty nice) she enjoyed herself fully, having lunch breaks and talking about where their children when to school and whatnot. 

Sometimes though, every blue moon, Y/N would hang out with a super star her dad was working with. Usually when most stars are at the studio all they did was record, which was understandable, but she never had the chance to meet a lot of them.

With Harry though, everything was different. It wasn’t just lunches at the studio, or dinner at someone’s house, no, tonight they were going out to a bar. 

It was completely unexpected too, they had just wrapped up a song, and Harry, being in a particularly good mood had yelled out about going to a bar to celebrate. Of course, Y/N ignored his shout, knowing she wasn’t invited, and after Arlo had said something about “not being able to party as much as I used to”, she gave her dad a hug good night and waved a little goodbye to the band. 

“Wait!” Harry had exclaimed, chasing after her in the hallway. “Where are y’going?”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked behind her before looking back at Harry. “I was just gonna head back home.”

Harry’s head tilted, and looked at her questionably. “Y’not comin’ to the bar with us?” He practically pouted.

Her brows shot up in surprise. “Oh! I- yeah I’ll go out with you guys.”

Which lead her here, decently tipsy, and sitting in a booth between Harry and Sarah, laughing at a story Adam had been telling. Every now and then she would glance over to Harry just to find his gaze already on her.

Her heart fluttered every time, and if Harry’s cheeks weren’t already flushed from the alcohol, Y/N would have noticed him blush every time they locked eyes as well. 

“M’gonna get another drink, does anyone want anything?” Y/N piped up, a resounding chorus of “no, thank you’s” answering her question. Except for Harry who spoke softly, “A beer? Go ahead and put it on my tab.”

She shook her head at him as he stood up to let her out of the maroon leather booth. “Can’t make you pay for that, I offered.” She said, standing to lock eyes with him yet again. 

“Nope,” He grinned. “You can, and you will.”

“But-”

“No buts.” He chuckled, giving her a dimpled smile.

Accepting her defeat she nodded and squeezed his arm with a murmured “Thank you.” before making her way to the bar.

Harry sat back down again, eyes trailing her figure as she walked away before looking back at the table to be met with knowing eyes. 

“What is it?” He asked, glancing around at everyone.

“You’re whipped, mate.” Charlotte grinned, everyone else nodding in agreement.

“What?! I am not.” Harry pouted, eyes flicking over to Y/N, who was making her way to the table, one drink in each hand, before back to everyone else. 

“She’s really sweet H, you should go for it.” Mitch said.

Harry shook his head, eyes now on Mitch. “I’m not interested in her like that, she’s way too young for me, anyways.”

Just then did he hear the soft hit of his beer and her cosmo land on the table. His gaze trailed up her hands to see Y/N’s shattered face. “Here.” She practically whispered to him.

“I just remembered I have an early class tomorrow, so I should go, but thank you guys for inviting me out.” Y/N explained in lighting speed as she leaned over Harry to grab her purse and toss is over her shoulder. 

Words of confusion were tossed around the table but she was already booking it out of there, leaving Harry just as devastated as she was.

“I think she heard you, H.” Sarah said, frowning. 

Harry let out a muttered “Fuck!” before taking out large bills from his wallet and tossing it on the table. “For my tab, m’sorry, I gotta go.” And he left just as fast as Y/N did, weaving through the tables and people before bursting out the door to see her standing on the street, arm wrapped around her waist and another holding her phone.

“Y/N!”

Her head whipped around to see Harry bustling towards her and she quickly wiped her eye as he approached.

“Wait, don't go,” He said, struggling to find the words. “We all want you to stay, I want you to stay.”

“I have to get to class Harry, plus, I’m too young to be staying out this late anyways.” She grimaced at her own words. 

He sighed, eyes flickering from her own to her lips then back again. “I-fuck, you know I didn’t mean it like that.”

This time, she fully turned to face him, brows knitted in distress. “Then how did you mean it? Because honestly I don’t think there is another way to mean it.”

This was his only chance, Harry knew it. 

“I just, I tried for so long to tell myself it was wrong to feel this way about you because you’re so much younger than me, and m’pretty sure your father would have my head if he knew but m’fucking infatuated with you, Y/N. M’so sorry I said that earlier, age is my only excuse for not asking you out and it’s not a good enough excuse anymore.”

With this her mouth was gaped like a fish, and her face was akin to a deer caught in headlights. In a flash her arms were wrapped around his neck and he was holding her waist, reveling in her touch. 

“Oh, Harry,” She pulled away. “I really like you too.” And with that she pressed a swift kiss to his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. 

“Good, thats... thats good.” He stammered.

“So,” she nudged his arm. “Y’gonna ask me out now?”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 5)

uh ohh, part 5 baby! im quite enjoying this story so far and i have some fun things planned for it, so i hope you’ll stay with me for them! in today’s part, our fav new celeb couple takes it all the way, though i chose not to include the actual sex part, however im still treating you all with some dirty stuff so enjoy!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

word count: 4.6k

warning: NSFW content

SERIES MASTERPOST

masterlist

New couple alert?

Harry Styles and Y/N Y/L/N have been spotted having lunch and grabbing coffee several times in the course of the past few weeks. All the outings looked casual and friendly, they gladly stopped for fans that approached them and the word has it that they’ve been getting closer to each other, though neither of them confirmed anything.

Harry Styles has been known to be single for a while now, only faint rumors swirling up sometimes, but none of them were proven to be true, the young actress is the first woman he has been linked to in a long time. Y/N Y/L/N has been focusing on her blooming career and has been single since her split from long time exboyfriend and fellow actor, Levi Hudson. The pair dated all through 2018, splitting in the beginning of 2019. Hudson has admitted their hectic schedules made it impossible to maintain their relationship while Y/N did not confirm anything.

Styles is going on his world-wide tour soon, while Y/L/N is currently between two projects. The young celebs seem to be enjoying each other’s company and fans have been quick to jump into speculations about their alleged romance, however there is no evidence as of right now.

“Thank you so much for your time, it was a pleasure to talk to you,” the young interviewer smiles at you, holding her hand out and you shake it with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having me! And I really like your shoes, by the way,” you point down at her electric blue pumps that you’ve been eyeing since the start of the interview.

“Oh, thank you! Got them from a vintage store,” she beams, a slight blush playing on her cheeks clearly a little starstruck from your compliment.

“Love those little stores.”

“Me too,” she giggles collecting her papers and notes. “Someone will contact you and your team soon about the photoshoot and I’ll email you a draft of the interview in about a week.”

“That’s perfect, thank you so much,” you nod at her grabbing your purse from the side table next to you. Grabbing your phone from the depth of it you smile to yourself upon seeing the text from Harry.

“Call me when you’re done with the interview Xx.”

You say your goodbye to everyone before heading out of the building. Lawrence is at the front waiting for you in the car and he greets you with a warm smile when you sit into the backseat. As he starts the car and heads back to your home, you call Harry, who picks it up after the second ring.

“Hey! How was the interview?” he beams brightly, his voice immediately making you smile.

“Great! This young girl did it and she had some exciting questions.”

“Sounds lovely. Can’t wait to buy a Cosmopolitan with you on the cover soon,” he says and you can hear the grin through his voice.

“Will look good in your hands for sure,” you chuckle.

“Right. So I have a question for you.”

“Go for it.”

“I’m doing this very small show at Beacon Theater this weekend, kind of a practice before the real tour begins and I was wondering if you’d be up to come. Would love to have you there.”

“When is it exactly?”

“Saturday at nine. I know it’s a short notice and I get it if you have something else going on, just wanted to ask.”

“I think I can make it work,” you smile, thinking back at what your day looks like on Saturday. “Can I bring someone?”

“Of course! Just let me know how many people so I can have the tickets sent over to you.”

“Thank you. It’s sweet of you to think about me.”

“You know I always think about you,” he murmurs and his voice sends a shiver down your spine. Crazy to think how much he can affect you with just his words, he just has a special spell on you, it seems.

“Still such a flirt, I see,” you chuckle, feeling your cheeks heating up as you hear his soft laugh on the other end of the line.

“For you, always.”

“Alright. I’ll text you about the tickets and thank you again. Can’t wait to see you perform finally.”

“It’s been due for a while now, right? Kind of promised you some tickets on Ellen, if I remember correctly.”

“You did!” you laugh thinking back at the time you met him. How funny that just one short game on a talk show led the two of you here. You have to thank Ellen though.

“Now I’m finally keeping my promise. Talk to you later then, Love. Have a great day.”

“You too, Harry.”

 You manage to convince Sydney to join you for the concert, she sounds excited when you ask if she had anything to do on Saturday. Seeing Harry perform before his tour kicks off is a thrill for her she wouldn’t pass on for anything, so she is really grateful that you thought of her as your plus one.

Harry has your passes sent over to your place on Friday and it comes with a bouquet of flowers as well as a card.

“Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. What’s your favorite song? I’ll make sure to perform it just for you. –H”

He never fails to make you feel like the only woman on the planet and you can definitely see why so many fall for him even without meeting him. The man has all the power to charm anyone with just a smile.

You put the flowers into a vase and leave them on your dining table before grabbing your phone and sending him a quick text.

“It’s Only Angel,” you simply write, hoping he’ll get it why you just wrote that. Luckily, he does.

“Straight to the setlist. Dedicated to You.”

 Finishing up the last touches to your makeup you bop your head to the song blasting through the stereo. It’s Only Angel, of course. You’ve had it on repeat all afternoon and now you can’t wait to actually see Harry perform it live.

Just as you are about to get changed, Syd arrives so you let her in with a beaming smile and when she hears the music upon walking into your place she cheers in excitement.

“Yes! This is such a jam!” she smirks, doing a little dance as you lock the door behind her.

“You look fantastic, Syd,” you tell her. The black short dress looks amazing paired with the lilac oversized blazer. Her makeup matches the same color and you are obsessed with the fishnet tights. She will surely make men wish she was into them.

“Thank you! Spent two hours figuring out what to wear, so I hope I look fantastic,” she giggles.

She helps you put together your outfit as well. Wide legged flaming red pants that make your waist look snatched, a black sheer top tucked into it with just a black bralette underneath. You already know Harry will be a fan of the skin you’re showing, you can’t wait to see his face when he finally spots you.

You quickly pack your essentials into a black Chanel purse along with stuff you need for a possible sleepover if things might take a pleasant turn, and you finish with everything just when the doorman calls up through the intercom that Lawrence has arrived.

“So, what’s the deal with you and him, if I may ask?” Syd questions in the car, not in a nosy way, more like a curious, friendly way.

“We are… getting close,” you say, tasting the word on your tongue. You haven’t labeled whatever you have going on with Harry, nor do you really know what it should be called. You’ve been trying hard to make time for each other as much as possible, making small lunch and coffee dates a regular thing. He came over to your place one evening for a movie and that’s the only time you were able to be alone with him, though nothing sexual happened. Yet. The real deal is yet to happen and if you are being honest you are running short on patience. It’s getting harder to hold yourself back and keep your hands to yourself as well when you are out with him, but you agreed to keep it lowkey out in the public.

Tonight, however, you have a feeling what you’ve been waiting for so long might actually happen and you can only hope Harry is planning the same thing. You are absolutely ready to bluntly ask if he wants to spend the night at your place.

“But you’re heading… somewhere, right?”

“I hope so,” you smile shyly.

“That’s amazing. I think you two are a match,” Syd smirks at you.

By the time you arrive to the venue the gates have been opened so people are busy getting inside, giving you the chance to walk inside through the backdoors without any fuss.

“Miss, Harry requested me to usher you to his dressing room when you arrive,” the girl at the door smiles at you with a clipboard in her hands and a headset covering her ears.

“Oh, alright,” you nod, turning to Syd. “You go ahead and get us a good place,” you tell her and she nods walking away with a wave as she heads up to the second floor that’s fully reserved for friends and family.

Following the girl down the hallway you are led to a room that has Harry’s name on it. She gently knocks on the door and a few moments later it flies open, revealing Harry in a colorful suit and a simple white button-down shirt. He looks breathtaking, hair fixed perfectly and the wide grin stretching across his lips when he sees you standing there.

“You’re here!” he breathes out, grabbing your hand and pulling inside, snatching you away from the preying eyes. Once the door clicks closed behind you, he is quick to press his lips to yours in a sweet welcoming kiss. Ever since your first official date he hasn’t passed on any chance to kiss you whenever you had the luxury of privacy to yourselves, which hasn’t happened too much, leaving you both with a growing hunger for each other every time you meet.

“Mm of course I am,” you smile against his lips before pecking them one last time and leaning back. “Looking great, Mr. Styles,” you grin, taking your time to wander your eyes down on him.

“Yeah? Like the suit?”

“Absolutely.”

“Well, I love your outfit as well. M’gonna have a hard time not thinking about you on the stage.”

“Please think about me,” you breathe out with a coy smile.

“Don’t fucking say that to me, you are giving me a hard time,” he groans and you just chuckle at the tortured look on his face.

“Sorry,” you mumble, but your face doesn’t meet your words. He squeezes your waist gently, pecking your lips in a rush before he lets go of you.

“I need to go over a few things before we start, so just go ahead and join Syd. Meet me here after the show?”

“Yeah, perfect,” you nod smiling. “Good luck out there,” you wink and he grins at you with bright eyes. His hands grab onto yours before you head out, pulling you in for one last kiss before you leave.

You feel flustered and you take a few deep breaths on your way up to the gallery to find Syd who managed to get an amazing spot at the front on the left side.

They offer everyone up on the gallery some champagne before the show starts and looking around you see a few familiar faces, but no one you specifically know. You stick with Sydney who is over the moon about the show and you are kind of sharing her excitement.

When the lights go down and the music finally starts, you can’t help but join in with the screams that fill the theater.

You’ve seen videos of him performing, in One Direction and solo as well. You’ve seen pictures and you’ve heard the words about how amazing he is on stage, but none of those live up to the actual experience. The sensation that takes over you just by seeing him appear on the stage as the whole theater chants his name as one, it completely sweeps you off your feet and for a second you wonder how you could live a life without this experience.

When his voice starts to flow through the massive speakers you need to take a deep breath, a shiver runs down your spine and you chug down the rest of your champagne so you could get rid of the glass and hold onto the railing with both hands because you feel like you need to ground yourself before you shoot into the sky.

Song after song, he performs perfectly, bringing every single person in the audience to that euphoric state they’ve been probably seeking their whole life. The experience is surely one of a kind, something you’ll definitely be thinking about for a long time.

Time seems to stop, though it cruelly carries on even when you forget about it completely. The concert is nearing its end and Harry takes a breather as he places his guitar to the stand behind him. You watch his every move as he walks back to the microphone, his gaze moving up to the gallery, roaming through the people until they find you.

“This last song is dedicated… to my Only Angel,” he murmurs into the microphone as the audience erupts, blows up at once and your heart skips a beat when his eyes linger over you for a little longer before the music starts to play.

You faintly hear Syd screaming next to you, probably aware that the dedication was addressed to you, but you can’t tear your eyes off of the man on the stage.

He nails it perfectly, looking like an absolute rockstar that he truly is and for a moment you can’t believe you have his attention and interest. How can such a precious and unbelievably talented man be in your reach?

Because I deserve great things in life, you tell yourself, a little mantra you’ve gotten around to repeat every time you found yourself doubting your success and happiness.

The concert eventually ends and though no one in the room desires the end of it, Harry leaves and you are abruptly brought back to reality.

“That was… something else truly,” Syd breathes out as the two of you linger around a little longer, trying to come down from the high you just experienced.

“Yeah. He is so fucking talented it’s almost unfair,” you chuckle running a hand through your hair.

“This tour will kill thousands of people all around the world,” she muses and for a moment, reality sets in and you realize that Harry will leave for his worldwide tour very soon, leaving you behind.

You get rid of the thought, not wanting to stress over something that’s not relevant just yet and you don’t want to ruin the evening either. Fears and stress can wait a little longer.

The two of you make your way backstage, walking into a bit of a chaos as all close friends and family want to congratulate to Harry and the band as well. Standing at the side you let everyone have their time, barely even seeing Harry in the sea of people in the spacious green room. Syd keeps you company as you wait and about thirty minutes later it seems like the crowd is starting to loosen up.

Harry spots you and excuses himself immediately from his conversation with a couple, heading in your direction with the widest grin you’ve ever seen on his pretty face.

“Congrats, that was mind-blowing,” you smirk as he reaches you, a hand curling around your waist as he leans down and places a kiss to your cheek, keeping it as moderate as possible, though you both just want to jump at each other.

“Thank you, Love,” he nods, a blush tinting his cheeks from your words. “Hello Sydney, so great to see you again,” he greets the girl next to you and they share a short hug.

“Hi! Loved the show so much!” she giggles in excitement.

“Thank you for coming.”

The three of you chat for a while before Sydney says she is gonna call herself an Uber, so after saying her goodbye she leaves you alone with Harry, as much as you can be alone with a bunch of other people around.

“I wanted to ask you something,” he clears his throat as his hand finds its way back to the small of your back.

“Go for it.”

“We are gonna grab a drink at some bar, but nothing over the top and I wanted to ask if you would want to join.”

“Sounds good,” you smile, feeling a little disappointed. This is not exactly what you wanted him to ask. Luckily, he is not done with his questions.

“Also… I-If it’s cool by you, I thought that… maybe you could come over?”

“Mmm, go over and do what?” you tease him, your smile stretching wider with each passing moment.

“I have plenty of ideas, Love,” he breathes out, making you laugh. “We could drop by your place if you need anything to stay over.”

“No need. Packed a bag,” you slyly grin at him, taking him by surprise clearly, but it’s surely a pleasant one.

“Always a step ahead of me, huh?” he smirks, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

It takes some time to actually leave the venue and head off to the bar with a close group of friends of him and the band. A secluded area was already reserved for you that has its own bar, so you could enjoy the evening without worrying about preying eyes of strangers or fans. You really weren’t in the mood to keep your distance from Harry, this way at least you were able to touch each other in a more intimate way without speculations swirling up immediately.

You get to know his band and some of his friends, they are all genuinely amazing people, but you weren’t expecting anything else. You figured he only surrounds himself with people like him. His hands often find your waist and he doesn’t shy away from kissing your cheek or giving your hips a gentle squeeze, just letting you know you have his attention and he appreciates that you’re there.

It’s nearing one am when the guests start leaving and soon enough you find yourself in the back of your car with Harry, heading to his place, while you try your best to keep your hands away from him. You wouldn’t put Lawrence through the trauma of having to see or hear something he shouldn’t.

But that doesn’t stop you from kissing, something you’ve been dying to do all night. Your hand rests on his thigh while he has an arm curled around your shoulders, keeping you tight by his side, delicately brushing his nose against your hair every time your lips are not connected.

“Thank you, Lawrence. I’ll call myself a taxi in the morning, have the day off,” you tell your driver who smiles in your way thankfully while Harry grabs your and his bags from the back of the car.

“Thank you, Miss. Enjoy your night,” he nods in your way as you shut the door closed.

You try to take your duffel bag from Harry, but he insists to carry it as the two of you walk inside his house.

“Want something to drink? Water, tea or something?” he asks, setting the bags down near his giant, comfortable looking couch. Your thoughts immediately wander to a dirty field, picturing him sitting on that very couch as you kneel in front of him, pleasuring him so good that his eyes roll back…

“Yeah, water please,” you say clearing your throat. Some hydration will come handy after the drinks you chugged down at the bar.

You follow him as he shuffles into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and a bottled water from the fridge for you, pouring some into the glass before handing it to you.

“Thank you. You have a nice place for yourself,” you tell him, looking around in his home.

“Thanks. Been working on it for a while,” he chuckles softly. “Feels a bit too big for just myself though.”

You finish the water and set your eyes at him, feeling your hunger for him grow with each passing moment. Placing the empty glass to the marble counter you take a step closer to him.

“You feel lonely often?” you question in a low voice. His eyes return to you and you are happy to see the same lust in them.

“Would say so, yes,” he nods, running his tongue over his pink lips before he reaches out and grabbing you by your hips, he draws you close to him. Leaning down his lips brush against the shell of your ear, a shiver runs down your spine when you hear his whisper in it. “Hope it’ll change soon.”

At a loss of patience, you grab his face and angle it perfectly so you can kiss him hard. And by hard, you mean real hard. He stumbles back from the force, but manages to keep his balance, returning the kiss just as vehemently as he receives it, a tug of war starting between the two of you.

His hands work fast on the sheer fabric of your shirt, pulling it out from the waistband of your pants, getting rid of it eagerly as his lips wander down on your neck, collarbones and chest. He easily turns the two of you around so you are pushed against the edge of the countertop, his hips pushed against you and it’s clearer that daylight just how excited he is to have you here tonight. Your eyes flicker over to the couch again and the desire to please him with your mouth just bursts, you can’t hold yourself back anymore.

So you push him away from you, grabbing his wrist and yanking him after you, heading towards the couch. You push him down and his lustful eyes follow every move of yours as you kneel in front of him and he realizes what you are about to do. He doesn’t stop you when you work to unbutton his pants, but his hand finds your chin and he pulls you up for a swift, but passionate kiss.

Once you successfully undid his pants he lifts his hips and you spare some time and energy, pulling them down along with his underwear, leaving him only in his vintage printed t-shirt as his cock springs free. You push your thighs together just at the sight of him, the way his eyes burn down on you, how his lips part when your gazes meet and the way he sucks on his breath when your fingers dig into his thighs near his crotch as you situate yourself closer.

“I believe I owe you an orgasm, don’t I?” you ask with a cheeky smirk before wrapping your left hand around the base of his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze, just enough to get him even more excited. A whimpered moan slips from his lips and you lean closer, giving his cock a lick from bottom to top, wrapping your lips around the head as you swirl your tongue around it.

“Fuck hell!” he breathes out, clearly enjoying himself, hands fisting the cushion next to him, but you bet they’ll be buried in your hair soon.

You’re not an expert in the field of blowjobs, but it’s been your thing to come barging right through the door and jump the easy teasing whenever you were on your knees for a man. So with your hands fixed on his beautiful face, you sink down on him, his cock gliding into your mouth right until the tip reaches the back of your throat, earning the loudest moan you’ve heard from him. Shutting your eyes closed you keep him like that for a second until the urge to gag starts to set in, so you slide him out, your saliva dripping down his erection as your eyes meet his and you can tell you shocked him with your bold first move.

“Do that one more time and I won’t last for a minute,” he warns breathing heavily and you just smirk up at him before going into action again, this time only taking a smaller portion of him, pumping the base to make up for the lack of deep throating, but it appears that he enjoys just the simple part of it equally. As you keep bobbing your head, taking as much of him as you can without gagging, his right hand flies to your hair, taking a handful of it as he gently guides your head, keeping it in the rhythm that works the best for him and you happily let him do whatever makes him feel good.

When your free hand goes to gently massage his balls your name erupts from him in the most voluptuous way you’ve heard him call out for you. As if he just cried out for God himself.

“Y/N, fuck, I won’t last long,” he warns you, but that’s all you want. You need to see him come undone under your touch, you want to be the reason his breath hitches. Picking up your pace you see him whimper some more, head falling backwards to the back of the couch. It’s a heavenly view and you wish you could take a picture of his beauty as he enjoys himself on this intimate level. You’ve never wanted to please a man more than him and just seeing him in this blissful state makes you wet through your underwear.

When his breathing starts to get uneven, chest heaving wildly, you take all of him again, his head poking the back of your throat and you push your tongue against his length as you slide him out, picking up the same pace that you kept before, both hands working hard on him.

“Fuck! I-I’m gonna cum!” he warns again and just a few seconds later, you feel the evidence of his satisfaction spurt into the back of your throat, eyes falling on you as you give him one last lick before swallowing everything that’s in your mouth.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out pulling you up, eagerly kissing you without a second thought, his hands cupping your cheeks to keep you in place. “You surely know how to kill a man, yea?” he huffs making you chuckle.

“Think you can go for a second one?” you sheepishly ask, blinking up at him from under your long lashes.

“I’ll have enough time to recover while I eat you out like you’re my last meal,” he bluntly replies, and a moan almost slips from your lips.

“Show me what you got, Styles,” you challenge him and he doesn’t need more, he easily picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he heads straight to the bedroom.

“As you wish, Angel,” he mumbles against your skin, peppering your neck and shoulder with featherlike kisses along his way until he throws you to his bed, ruthlessly tearing the remaining of your clothes off your body.

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Misery Tastes Chapter 11

I can go ahead and say this - I'm really excited to be writing this again.

I'm actually quite happy with the progress of my arm and whatnot, and I want to share that with the rest of you guys soon enough. But first, I got to post the chaptter. This is essentially the Moment before the first fight, and I want to make it clear that the fight scenes won't be comming in this chapter specifically. Eggman does get to torture my OC Ovi, though!

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Ovi found himself admitting he felt a bit nauseous, almost touching the clouds as they sailed over Obsidianna.

Eggman had not uttered a word of gloating from his Eggmobile since they started flying to the other side of Obsidianna - whether to prevent Ovi from snarking back, or because he was cooking something in his head, Ovi couldn’t tell. Metal dangled him over the buildings of Obsidianna, watching the mismatched architecture of the city. Modern buildings clashed with older, shorter designs -  Overtop a giant tower with stepping-stone-esque buildings beside it, Eggman paused over it. Hovering in place just long enough to make Ovi squirm. Eggman could and would order  Metal Sonic to drop Ovi if he so wished. So the time was spent in the awkward silence of humming engines.

Eventually, arriving at the seaside, which was just a vast amount of ocean underneath a concrete harbour. Eggman beelined towards one of the out of the way warehouses, its colours long since rotted away to a monotone gray. Anyone passing by would think it was slated for demolition.

Eggman pressed a button as he descended, causing the warehouse doors to open up before they got close to it. They went inside, Metal Sonic finally letting Ovi go to find something to restrain him. Ovi almost managed to bolt, only to find a gun pointed at Ovi’s temple to prevent him from escaping. 

“Brat, I will not be responsible for whatever my trigger finger decides to do.” Eggman growled out, his patience wearing thin. “You, on the other hand, will be responsible for the way my trigger finger acts if you so much as take one step to run off.” Eggman pulled the barrel away from the changeling’s head, gripping both of Ovi’s hands with one of his own.

Ovi sighed, and waited for Metal Sonic to clasp him in multiple chains and cuffs, preventing the sneaky rodent from escaping easily. Ovi looked around as he did so, finding the place lacking Eggman's usual flare. 

“Must be a temporary location, then”, Ovi thought, before hearing the cling cling of chains on him. Metal harshly tugged on one of the chains, making Ovi lurch as he was dragged towards the one thing that stood out from the rest of the warehouse as ‘Eggman’s base’ -

Which, actually, wasn’t there at all. Was Eggman becoming senile in his old age?

“Look upon my latest, greatest machine - redesigned to destroy your pathetic woodland friends!” Eggman roared, arms waving above him in triumph. Ovi couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that, knowing that everything made by Eggman was the ‘greatest’ to him. 

Ovi fell over as the area shook with soft rumbling, ending up being caught by Metal Sonic as it got more chaotic. Chains from above shook with finality, as if the place was resigned to come down. Boxes and crates were thrown/shoved aside as the ground broke apart, revealing the cause of the sudden earthquake.

Ovi blanched as a beast of a machine rose from the ground. It was the Egg Mole from before, only completely redesigned. It resembled the standard Grounder enemies, only without the ugly antennae hat and more mole-like. The red of the machine shone in the artificial light, a small bendy bit Ovi had sworn was for buses only keeping the top half and the bottom half together. The machine hissed as it fully emerged from the hole, opening up to showcase a compartment filled with empty rocket launchers, waiting to be filled.

“What once was one drill on each paw is now multiple, tiny drills! I fitted them with electric charges to prevent you from smacking them.” Eggman started, pointing at each part as he boasted. “The treads at the back had to be covered by a guard that contains spikes, making it harder for Sonic and your pathetic friends to traverse up the back.” Eggman coughed, before continuing, “ - which also sports electric prongs designed to shock those on the back when they spring out.” Eggman then motioned to the torso of the beast, grin encompassing his face. “As it trundles about, the top part of the machine will be able to twist and contort, allowing it to turn and give me a chance to see whoever’s climbing on its back.” Finally, Eggman motions to the back of the Egg Mole, smile broadening sinisterly. “That pales in comparison to the massive amount of missiles that I placed into the back of the machine, which I had to pop out to load them.” He finished, giving a bow as if he finished a presentation.

Ovi, despite his anger and frustration over everything, couldn’t help but be amazed how quick Eggman was able to redesign the Egg Mole.

That month was really worth Eggman’s time.

“Well,” Ovi thought, a sly smile coming to his face, “Time to be the brat Eggman thinks I am.”

“Well, it seems rather…” Ovi shrugged, gesturing to the lack of current paint job to the machine. Eggman, having just put down his favourite gun, sharply turned toward Ovi in seething anger.

“Ah ah ah! Did I ask for your opinion, brat?” Eggman waggled his finger as he spoke, before flicking Ovi’s nose. Ovi, getting irate and feeling bold, decided to go straight for the jugular.

“I’m going to say it anyway: It’s trash.” Ovi sneered, looking to Eggman’s ugly glasses and stupid sneering face. “Besides, all of your stupid, ugly little machines would never be as useful as even one of my friends!”

“Oh, Metal Sonic~” Eggman sang out, and Ovi could sense Metal’s hand lingering over his long-damaged shoulder, before digging into the spot where it broke with a grip comparable to a hydraulics machine in strength.

“Arrrgh!” Ovi screamed out, the pain causing him to topple to his knees. Even the pain of landing on the chains and cuffs wasn’t enough for his body to disregard the flaring sensation in his shoulder.  Metal Sonic let go at that point, looking to its master for praise.

Eggman didn’t bother to even acknowledge Metal Sonic’s look, picking Ovi up and throwing him into Metal. The robot caught the thrown changeling, head dipping in some attempt at emotion.

“Spare me the theratics, boy. You simply don’t have enough appreciation of the fine arts. Now stay silent for a bit, as I make the last few tweaks of my greatest invention!” Eggman ignored Ovi’s yelling, preferring to wax philosophical about what his Egg Mole would do to Sonic. He never acknowledged his trusted machine’s wordlessness as he went off on his tirade. “The one that’ll crush my archnemesis to smithereens-!”

Ovi rolled his eyes before he tuned Eggman out - he heard enough of Eggman’s mad ramblings for a lifetime. Instead he turned inward, thinking about how wrong he was for running off in the first place. If he'd known that was Eggman’s plan all along-

Stop that, Ovi.

“Great, the Chaos is talking to me again.” Ovi sighed, turning his head to the side and trying to think different thoughts. Suddenly, the memory of Sonic speaking about Metal Sonic came to mind:

“Metal Sonic’s not much of a talker. The last time he was, he ended up getting downgraded by Eggman…”

And Metal Sonic had been talking in its disguises…

“So, Metal Sonic, how did you -” In place of Metal Sonic was the kid that Metal Sonic had turned into, a smile wider than many anthronians taking most of its muzzle.

“My current model allows the usage of nanites to allow me to change shape and form…” Its face started to melt as it talked, causing Ovi to try and step back. But the amount of chains and cuffs prevented him from doing that, forcing him to watch Metal Sonic as it changed shape and disguise.

“Meaning -” It turned into Tails, after spinning around in place.

“I can -” Amy.

“Become -” Cream the Rabbit, and Ovi thought that was weird without Cheese hanging by.

“Whomever I want to be!” Hope. Ovi gulped at that.

“As long as -” Nebula.

“They’re in Eggman’s data banks -” Shadow.

“I can become your bestest friend!” Sonic, and it got really close to Ovi’s face then.

“Or your worst nightmare.” It melted into Harold’s face, making the feelings of nausea come back stronger than ever.

“As for my talking,” Metal morphed into the generic anthron’s face again, its smile back in place. “I’m only allowed to speak when in disguise. When idling, it would ruin my master’s work.” Metal then ‘sighed’, before looking eager; “Unless… you want to be my ‘friend’?” Ovi’s eyes bulged at the question, wondering where Metal got that idea from.

“I already have enough friends, thanks.” Ovi growled, not bothering to look when Metal Sonic’s ‘child’ disguise drooped at the answer. This was still a dangerous weapon he was talking to, bound only to its creator/master for its loyalty. No matter how it tried to act like his friend.

There’s no reasoning with something that’s not ‘alive’, after all.

“Oh ho ho, my boy. I didn't think you’d care about those lowlifes!” Eggman cawed, breaking Ovi out of reverie. “Why, they just happily let you run away from dear ol’ daddy Harold, right on cue for you to deliver the Chaos Emerald to me!”

“You liar! They would never do that!” Ovi squealed, his voice rising an octave higher than his usual amount. Eggman gleefully smiled at Ovi’s despair, glasses gleaming as he thought his next words.

“Oh, am I now?” Eggman said, taking on a gentler, almost grandfatherly voice. “Tell me, Ovi. Why are you here?”

“Wha-what? You brought me here!” Ovi yelled, not wanting to play Eggman’s games.

“And yet,” Eggman leaned closer, keeping the grandfather act despite creeping Ovi out, “You came on your own volition to me, boy.”

With that, Eggman left Ovi to think on what was said. The horror dawned on the brat’s face as Eggman went back to the finishing touches.

Meanwhile, with Sonic and the gang…

After Harold finally wrangled out of Terestri where he last saw Ovi, Sonic and the gang scoured the Kintobor Manor’s entire forest for any traces of Ovi. They had split up, tackling different parts of the woods. Nebula floated over the trees, keeping an eye out for movement as she scoured the tree tops. Tails was using his Miles Electric as a dowsing machine, hoping to find the trace signatures of Ovi and the Chaos Emerald.

Hope and Amy - as Harold refused to let his daughter out of someone’s sight - looked around inside the tree line, calling out Ovi’s name as they traversed carefully. Harold himself kept checking the ground for tracks, following the line of footprints as Sonic zipped and dashed by all of them, barely leaving an imprint before it was swept away again.

Eventually, the entire group converged to the point where Terestri had said he last saw Ovi, taking the steps to find the container the Chaos Emerald was kept in, along with the last of Ovi’s footprints in the grass. Right until Ovi’s signature bootprints stopped.

“It seems his trail ends here.” Harold stated, keeping a neutral mask as he surveyed the area. “Ovi seems to have picked up the habit of placing his signature onto his shoes.” Harold mused to himself, tracing a faint outline of Ovi’s name left in the ground. Sonic was the first to react to the news, stomping his foot in the ground.

“Damnit!” Sonic yelled, slamming his fist into a nearby tree. He regretted it right away, as he shook his hand to try and alleviate the bout of pain.

“That can’t be the end of it! Are there other paths he could have taken?” Nebula floated down, arms flailing as she gestured to the spot that Ovi’s last footprint was.

“No, it seems they just… flew off.” Harold bemusedly muttered, not understanding what happened.

“Flew off?” Amy’s eyes got wide. As soon as she and the others heard that, then looked at each other, a silent nod of understanding given between them. Apart from Harold and Helen, that is, who stared at the trio. “Do you know something I don’t?” Harold asked.

“Eggman probably got on his stupid Eggmobile to prevent anyone from tracking him…” Sonic’s voice had an edge to it as he swiped his nose. Helen looked at Sonic, expression blank with confusion.

“Eggmobile?” She asked, which Tails obliged.

“The Eggmobile is Eggman's own hover car. A nifty invention that allows him to take control of his robots quickly and efficiently! You see…” Tails and Helen kept talking about the mechanics of the Eggmobile, geeking out over its ability to levitate despite no known thrust…

Nebula decided to tune them out, and pick up the canister. There, her heightened senses picked up something that she couldn’t tell before - but remembered smelling when Ovi and Sonic had come up with Harold the previous day. Hesitantly, Nebula stuck her snout into the container’s opening, and - 

Sniff, sniff

“Hmm…” Nebula hummed out, looking through the canister to make sure. Yep - The strong, almost distorted taste/smell of the Chaos Emerald mixed with the canister itself, almost giving off an ethereal glow as she looked into it.

“Nebbie? What do you smell?” Amy asked, looking over to Nebula’s position as she regarded what they could do. 

“I smell the container that the Chaos Emerald was trapped in.” Nebula stated, licking the container for good measure. “It seems the Chaos Emerald stayed long enough for the canister to absorb most of its smell.” 

Harold, still looking at the footprint Ovi left longingly, immediately swiveled and glared at Nebula in disbelief.

“You can smell electronics?” Harold asked, surprise written in his features. He got up from where he was kneeling, walking over to Nebula to assess the cylinder.

“It was how we managed to find out your address - her smelling your microchip.” Tails stated, he and Hope coming towards Harold and Nebula.

“That… that should have exploded along with your tablet.” Harold’s brows knitted together as he ran things through his head. 

“It didn’t.” Tails stated, shaking his head in thoughtfulness. “The microchip had your address on it, so we used it to find your place.” Harold blinked, huffing a bit at being bested by faulty machinery.

 “Great, I'll have to let them know not to put my address onto these chips…” Harold growled to himself, thinking about the division in KintoborTech who thought it was a great idea to leave his address on the microchip. He’ll have to demote the person, now…

“Okay, enough already!” Everyone immediately looked to Sonic, happy for the interruption. “We need to get to Ovi, and fast. Who knows what he’s doing with Ovi?”

“Yes, it would be a problem if Eggman found Ovi to be worthless in this endeavor…” Harold muttered, his mind drifting to the possibility of his son dead.

“Right. Nebula, can you smell where Ovi went?” Sonic asked, mind frazzled and ready to bolt.

“Yes, I think he went that way!” Nebula bolted into the sky, floating off as she followed the scent without bothering to see if the others followed. Sonic immediately grabbed Harold’s hand, not bothering to check if he was okay with it as the hedgehog zoomed off after the dragoness.

Amy, Tails, and Helen looked at each other, before Tails grabbed Helen’s hand and darted off, flying in the air as he did so. Amy was not far behind them, her own training with keeping up with Sonic helping her catch up with the others.

“Nebula, wait!” Amy and Tails yelled, trailing after Sonic and Nebula.

Back with Ovi and Eggman…

Ovi sighed, left alone while Eggman had gone off to gather more scrap metal for his Egg Mole. Ovi had taken a nap in between pretending to listen to Eggman’s newest spiel and fighting off an existential crisis, trying to avoid thinking about it by getting Eggman irate. Fortunately, Eggman deemed Ovi ‘too useful alive’, as most of Ovi’s ‘punishments’ for back talking usually came to Metal Sonic roughly squeezing the breaks and fractures all over Ovi’s body - most of which were made from his careless attempts from the circus.

Now, without the ability to sass Eggman, Ovi was stuck, with only Metal Sonic for company. Currently, the robot was idling, unable to even provide Ovi any moment of entertainment, even if it was horrific.

 “Friends don’t allow rich brats like you out of their sights.”

“Why, they just happily let you run away from dear ol’ daddy Harold, right on cue for you to deliver the Chaos Emerald to me!”

“You came on your own volition to me, boy.”

“Damnit!” Ovi yelled out, bringing his hands over his head to massage the thoughts out. Tails was right - Eggman would go for your weaknesses in the moment you showed one. He needed to force them out…

How can you say that? You agree with him!

That… That was true. Ovi did agree with them. It didn’t matter how much he wanted them out - Ovi always believed that he was a monster, from the sharp incisors he had since birth, to his orange hair and red eyes that he got after nearly dying from trying the quadruple flip. A mix between human and anthron. Never belonging in either.

“You’ll always have a place with us.” Sonic had said to him, one time, but Ovi never really believed it. He still didn’t, despite how he and Sonic were close.

After all, if Tails, his somewhat equal in being weird… Well, there was no other way to put it - Tails hated him, didn’t he? Hated that Ovi took up most of Sonic’s time from the fox, hated how Ovi charmed Amy and Nebula so easily, while the little fox seethed in the corner…

Well, now he won, didn’t Tails? Managed to get Hope to like him, when Ovi couldn’t -

“No, don’t think like that.” Harold’s old words creeped into Ovi’s head, shattering his dark thoughts with a purpose. “Wallowing isn’t going to help you at this moment in time. Take a look around yourself - what’s available to you that’ll help you get out?”

Ovi immediately looked around the area, compartmentalizing his thoughts for another time. Around was mostly boxes, not much close to him that would work… Well, save for the screwdriver Eggman had used to tighten some stray wires earlier. It seemed Eggman had forgotten to place it with the rest of his tools before leaving.

Ovi, knowing that Metal Sonic would do nothing as long as he didn’t try to run away (Ovi had tried to run a few times before, Metal Sonic kept on dragging him back before he managed to get away), Ovi got a marvelous idea.

One that would probably help his pals in the upcoming fight.

Using the screwdriver to get himself out of the restraints, Ovi took a look around now that he was unbounded. Ovi didn’t know what the warehouse contained - well, besides Metal Sonic and the giant, obvious Egg Mole in the building - and he needed something that would work.

Eventually, his foot caught a spray paint can, causing it to roll away from Ovi. Taking a look to his right, he saw all the boxes of spray paint right beside him.

Ovi smiled cruelly, looking back to the Egg Mole.

Immediately taking a few paint cans, Ovi leapt onto the Egg Mole, and started spraying more colourful patterns over the dull red, black, and grey the design had. In addition to the machine’s new ‘makeover’, Ovi took a look at the potential weak spots, areas where Ovi knew Sonic could dispatch easily.

At least, up until Eggman returned from wherever he went.

“I am the EGGMAN, That’s what I am - What! My creation!” Eggman dropped the bag of scrap in his hand as he entered the building, looking at the ‘paint job’ that Ovi gave his new masterpiece. “You insolent little brat! How dare you paint over my masterpiece!” Eggman’s voice boomed throughout the warehouse as he stomped towards Ovi.

Ovi, having just enough time to hide his ‘additions’ as random additions, yelped and nearly fell off the Egg Mole. Catching himself on the edge where the Eggmobile would be inserted into, before hauling himself up and trying to relax carefully on its sides.

“It looked a little drab, so I painted it!” Ovi snarked eagerly, not mentioning the fall he had earlier. He was sure Eggman didn’t see it, but Ovi noticed that Eggman’s face was alight with glee. Ovi was so focused on his slip up, he didn’t notice the swift presence of another coming behind him.

“Bah, you absolutely have no understanding of colour coordination! You’ve got blues and greens over top my brilliant red, and left bright yellow on top of my perfect blacks and grays! Oh, and Metal? Our guest needs another lesson in manners.” Eggman sneered, offering his palm as if he were allowed to bring a lady down the stairs.

Instantly, Metal Sonic charged up its electricity, grabbing Ovi before the changeling could move. A shock resounded throughout Ovi’s body, causing his muscles to react erratically.

“AHHHHHH!” Ovi screamed, his throat going dry immediately as Metal Sonic dropped Ovi onto the ground. Who knows when Metal Sonic was moving Ovi to bow towards Eggman, as he was being electrocuted, but hey.

“No, don’t stop. I’d like to hear you cry out for daddy.” Eggman childishly snarked, making Ovi look up to the scientist, snarling his teeth at the comment.

“You… You bastard.” Ovi growled out, rasping out his breaths as he glared at his captor, body spasming from the residential electricity in his body. Eggman’s smile widened with a vengeance.

“You know, your dear old dad wanted you to be sent to me, didn’t you?” Eggman stated, causing Ovi’s eyes to widen in response. “After all, I know how to take care of petulant children.” He emphasized, seemingly in accordance with his rivalry to Sonic. Ovi chuckled without humor, making Eggman growl back at him.

“Please, as if he’d give me to you.” Ovi slurred out, yet trailed off as he thought of it - how it explained both Harold’s current and past behavior. He couldn’t tell anymore if what he stated was true. Had it been, once before?

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong.” Eggman cut through most of Ovi’s cruel thoughts, lapping up the realization in Ovi’s eyes. In the corner of his glasses, Eggman saw his cameras sighting a rather intrepid gaggle of morons out on his front door. “Oh, here he is now.”

“Harry -?” Ovi whined - whined! - at that. Eggman soaked in all of the little pest’s fear.

“Yes, you brat.” Eggman then turned to Metal Sonic, pressing a button on his jacket before addressing the robot. “Now, you get to take a backseat while Metal Sonic greets your friends. Right, Metal?”

“You got it!” Ovi’s sharp, yet snark-filled voice reverberated in the warehouse, causing Ovi to turn around. There, in place of the robot Ovi hated to see, was himself.

Save for one detail…

“You do know that my friends will see right through this trick?” Ovi growled out, glaring at Eggman as he pointed at Metal’s Ovi eyes.

Metal Sonic’s disguise used white sclera, as opposed to the black sclera that Ovi had.

“Bah! Semantics. Besides, ” Eggman chuckled, waving at Metal “Ovi.” At once, “Ovi’s” sclera turned black, before returning to white.

“A master showman never starts with all of his tricks! You’ll get to see them not fall for it, then fall for it when it’s you!” Eggman lifted Ovi as Metal Sonic walked off to the entrance, getting ready to fight Sonic and the gang. Ovi stunned out of his mind, could only watch as Eggman threw him into the insides of the Egg Mole, his laugh haunting him as he fell into darkness.

“Ho, oh oh oh - hoh!”