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autisticandroids · 4 years ago

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hey so you know how you said a while back that cas doesnt really have a moc/demon dean or soulless Sam equivalent but if he did he would act the same bc hes horny and loves dean?? I agree and he would just do it WAY more unabashedly. my question is, in the version of spn where the writers are smarter AND more homophobic, how would they justify cas's actions? bc they cant use the cloak of humanity bc cas doesnt give a FUCK about humanity. so what would they do

okay the thing is that cas doesn't have a demon dean/soulless sam style arc because it wouldn't... do anything? the thing about cas is that he doesn't have inhibitions in the traditional sense. like he doesn't... feel the eyes of god or society watching him.

i had a long conversation with @pietacastiel the other day about whether cas has the capacity for "should" - and he really just... doesn't. there are two things that stand in for "should" for cas - one, "if i do this, [insert other person (usually dean but not always)] will like me," and two, "[insert person who i trust and obey] has told me to do this, and i will obey their command blindly because i am a good boy."

like, basically, number one is an essentially machiavellian calculation. he's trying to be someone that other people want around, so he makes himself useful to them or enjoyable to be around or likeable or what have you. it's entirely self-serving and probably wouldn't change if you took away his inhibitions or his empathy or his conscience or whatever.

number two is like... it's too intellectual to count as inhibitions, exactly - it's explicit rules that he has set down for himself, without internalizing. to give an example, cas knows that he's not supposed to watch porn in a room full of dudes, and he's not supposed to talk about it, but he will never understand WHY those things are true. he will just obey those commands.

in terms of other ethical behavior that cas demonstrates... the thing about cas is that he's just a nice person? he's highly empathetic, he likes to make other people happy, he likes to be friends, he's a sweetheart. he genuinely wants the best for people. he particularly wants the best for his nearest and dearest. this is what's going on when he heals babies, or decides that he's not gonna kill kelly, or sacrifices his life for dean. he is fundamentally doing what he wants. he wants dean to be alive more than he wants to not be dead, you know?

this is actually one of the things that makes cas so dangerous: empathy is fickle. if the only thing that's standing between you and murdering somebody is you liking that somebody and wanting to be their friend, you might murder them once they piss you off. or once something comes up that makes them being dead more valuable to you than you being their friend. and this is why cas is kind of a terrible person! this is why he's constantly doing war crimes. he doesn't really have a system of ethics.

now, here's the thing: cas does carry around a lot of guilt, but it's deeply ineffectual. it doesn't really change his behavior towards other people. it only really does two things: first of all, it convinces him that other people hate him and don't want him around. this intensifies his desperate need to be liked, and therefore his trying to be liked, but isn't the root of it. second of all, it makes him punish himself, stuff like trying to stay in purgatory.

now, if we did a demon dean/soulless sam situation on cas... what would that look like?

well, he would certainly lose all that guilt he's carrying around, but how would that affect his behavior? the main two effects, i think, would be to make him more confident and therefore bolder in terms of trying to be liked, and make him stop punishing himself/deciding that he deserves bad things.

the confidence boost might lead to him, say, throwing himself at dean a bit more than he does, but i don't think the change would be radical. i think it would just be kicked up a notch. but it's an issue of rational judgement more than inhibitions so i think he would stay basically the same. now, cas' judgement isn't the best, and in the context of relationships at least, if nowhere else, his guilt complex does semi-effectively combat his natural tendency towards total overconfidence, so it might have some serious effect, but i still argue it's rather a matter of degrees.

and him not punishing himself so much might lead to him doing things like getting more mad when dean treats him poorly, but not that much more, because fundamentally the reason cas doesn't get mad when dean treats him badly isn't because he thinks he deserves it - he does think that, but mostly he's just scared that if he gets mad or sets boundaries dean won't like him anymore. again, it's a matter of judgement. he's probably less scared that dean won't like him anymore if he sets boundaries because the elimination of the guilt complex makes him less convinced that everyone hates him, but the anxiety is still there - it's just less intense.

in terms of cas' other sources of ethics and inhibitions - wanting to be liked, obedience, empathy - these would be affected differently if he was like soulless sam and if he was like demon dean.

if cas lost his inhibitions the way soulless sam did... he wouldn't change that much, at least in terms of his personal relationships. he would lose his capacity for empathy, which means that he would be more likely to be a dick to randos on the street, or commit war crimes, but it wouldn't really change how he conducts his relationships, because the inhibitions he holds in relationships are intellectual, they're a matter of judgement anyhow. honestly i think he might still, for example, happily die for dean, if we're arguing that soullessness comes from a lack of empathy or conscience rather than a lack of all emotion, because his desire for dean to be alive is entirely selfish. he likes the world more with dean in it and that's that. so i think soulless cas would be more likely to be a dick behind the scenes - maybe pull some godstiel arc ass shit again - but it wouldn't necessarily change his treatment of those closest to him that much.

now, a demon dean style loss of inhibitions would look different, because demon dean's basic emotions weren't dampened - he was made more selfish and hedonistic and rebellious, and didn't care about other people. interestingly, demon dean didn't seem to lose his capacity for empathy - remember in black when he punched that guy who was abusive to that girl? he didn't do that because it was the right thing to do - he did it because it felt good, because he empathized with her situation and it gave him a rush to get her out of it. so a demonized cas' empathy is intact. but his "shoulds" - those are all out of whack. he's actively rebelling against them. obviously he would simply no longer obey the ones that are like, "follow this rule and you will never know why." but he would also stop trying to be liked. i think demon cas might in fact tell dean that he's been in love with him for years - while screaming an itemized list of every fucked up thing dean has ever done to cas in his face, and telling him to never speak to him again. hell, we've seen cas throw a temper tantrum like this before - "you're not my family, dean, i have no family" in the man who knew to much. demon cas would be like that except without it then causing him to have an immediate mental breakdown.

i would argue, however, that cas has had his own loss of inhibitions comparable to demon dean and soulless sam - crazy cas. it even follows the alliteration pattern, heh. this is because cas' inhibitions are far more in his brain than his heart, and to get rid of them you need to impair his judgement, not fuck with his feelings. like, his shoulds are entirely intellectual. i want to be liked, therefore i should do this, which will effectively cause other people to like me. i want to be a good boy for god/dean, therefore i will obey this rule they gave me. if you fuck with cas' judgement, you fuck with those inhibitions. so arguably crazy cas is cas' equivalent to demon dean and soulless sam.

anyway, to answer your question, i feel like soulless cas wouldn't necessarily need a cover, like, he might, oh, i don't know, covertly arrange more opportunities to be alone with dean or stuff like that, but he's not going to try and sleep with him because he still has most of his inhibitions in tact. demon cas they might have to admit is in love with dean and then kill, because i think demon cas would probably kiss dean and then punch him and leave. you know. and crazy cas we saw in canon.

#spn #asks #anonymous

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barbecuebabybackribs · 5 years ago

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Emmett Cullen Having a Male Mate would include:

(I haven’t Slept in 72 hours so if this is bad I’ll rewrite it as soon as I’m able to get some proper sleep :) just let me know. This is also a long one and I hope y’all enjoy. Stay safe y’all)

Requested by: @shamelessloverhairdopainter (If this isn’t to your liking feel free to dm me and let me know)

He was not expecting you to walk in the door

Not because you’re a man, because he thought Alice would have given him a heads up

Doesn’t approach you at first, he’s to starstruck.

You notice his stare and offer him a small smile

He would normally feel slightly embarrassed for being caught gawking at you but he’s to busy being an extremely excited goofball

“Edward! What’s the new kid thinking!”

Edward had been shifting his eyes in between the two of you since the moment Emmett saw you

“He think’s your ‘kinda cute’ but is mainly confused about where he’s supposed to be going.”

“I know how to solve that!” He exclaims, slamming his hand on the table as he gets up

The man is nervous as hell walking up to you but the overwhelming urge to be near you over-rides the nerves

He forget’s about personal space for a second and walks up right behind you

“Uhm, excuse me.” He’d say tapping your shoulder

Not expecting you to flinch so hard you drop all the papers your were carrying

“Oh god I’m so sorry.” Suddenly those pesky nerves flood back

You’re still having a small heart attack as he starts to gather up your papers

“I-It’s okay, you just surprised me is all.”

Your heartbeat quickens slightly when you realize your jump scare mystery man was the cute guy who was staring at you- this does not go unnoticed by Emmett

“I’m Emmett, you just looked sort of lost so I was going to ask if you needed help.” He smirks handing your papers back.

“Oh? Was it that obvious?”

“Well the fact that you had your head stuck in a map was a dead giveaway.”

He ends up showing you around for the rest of the lunch break, talking and joking around as he does.

You didn’t know why he had decided to help you- considering everyone else just ignored you- but you were glad he did

He was glad he did too

You end up meeting everyday at lunch to hang out

Meeting up with him becomes on of the highlights of your day.

He is constantly bugging Edward and Jasper to know what you’re thinking and feeling

“Emmett If you want to know what he’s thinking just go and ask him!” Edward snaps after Emmett had caught him in a bad mood.

You overhear the conversation and although are a little confused at the context, you can’t help but get a little pissed off he was talking to Emmett like that.

Emmett awkwardly walk over to you and ask’s what your doing

“Nothing much, Hey can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“Why’s your brother being such a dick?”

Emmett nearly chokes he laughed so hard

Edward sulks in the corner

After a few weeks you both get a bit restless only seeing each other during lunch but are to nervous to ask the other to hang out another time

You work up the courage to ask him to hang out outside of school tomorrow- randomly ambushing him the parking lot

“Yes!” He answers a tad to quickly, “Er, I mean that would be cool.”

Dude is absolutely pumped

Both of you realize you forgot one main part- planning what you wanted to do.

He clears his throat awkwardly “Well, If you want, you could come over to my house.”

You curse internally as you feel an unwanted blush spread across your face “Yeah, sure.”

Drives you to his house, showing you his favorite music on the way.

Has to fight back a laugh when you point out he didn’t buckle up

“Uh, can you wait here for a second?” He asks when you pull up to the house.

“Sure..”

He rushes inside and warns everyone you were here

Alice already saw it coming, everyone is on there best behavior making food for you

“Just play it cool.” He warns everyone before rushing back out to you.

“Everything alright?”

“Yup.” He answers smirking

You’re surprised when you walk in and everyone is staring at you.

“Uh... I hope it’s okay I came over.”

“Of course it is! A friend of Emmett’s is a friend of ours!” Esme beams, finally getting a look at this boy that had her son practically giddy

Emmett tugs you further into the house almost immediately, partially because he didn’t want you to feel ganged up on and also because he finally got to have some alone time with you

You end up playing a lot of video games- you lose your mind when Emmett plays Guitar Hero’s hardest level perfectly- Super speed really came in handy during gaming.

Esme and Carlisle show up in the middle of your gaming sesh with a snack for you

You gratefully accept it but insist they really didn’t have to

They insist it was there pleasure

They leave the two of you alone, they both are already consider you family

You eat while commenting on Emmett’s game play, nearly choking when he dies and throws the remotes across the room.

That day forward the awkwardness is basically gone

Bro Emmett

Protective Emmett

Playful Emmett

Emmett that throws you over his shoulder and run books it down the halls

Emmett that challenges you to fights despite the fact he towers over you and is all muscle

You can tell he let’s you win- although he does absolutely “pummel” you

He never actually hurts you- although you have hurt yourself a few time attempting to sneak attack him

He didn’t even flinch and you fell flat on your face

You still to this day have yet to live that down

You’re basically already dating without it being official

You go out constantly- you take a small chance and joke it’s almost like your dating

You keep your eyes straight forward expecting some “Ew gross no homo” response

When it comes you spare a single glance and see him with a big grin spread across his face

That was when it clicked your feelings might be mutual

He already knew how you felt due to bugging Jasper

but that was when he knew it was time to ask you out

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Ya?”

“Do you want to go out?”

“Like..... a date?”

“Yup.”

Remain calm- remain caLM

“Yes!”

You both quietly sit there for a moment absolutely loosing your minds

“Awesome.” He smiles wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer

“Hey Emmett?”

“What’s up Y/N?”

“I didn’t know you were into men.”

“Neither did I until you came along.”

Once you two started dating it was like a damn burst and all he wanted to do was be near you.

The feeling was mutual

Movie and Arcade dates are some of your favorites

You’ve made out in school, at your house, in the forest, in movies, almost everywhere

Almost always has a hand somewhere on you- mainly your thigh

He also adores taking you hiking, If you get tired he just picks you up and keeps on going

He’s a lovable bro

and a lovable teddy bear

If your parents were homophobic Emmett is alright with pretending to just be one of ‘the boys’ until your ready

When you are ready, he’s on his absolute best behavior. He knows he won’t be able to suddenly make them no homophobic but god damn he’s not going to give them a reason to hate him

If they treat you badly at home because of it you suddenly are spending most of your nights at the Cullen residence

Even Rosalie starts to live you

Emmett has no quarrel with revealing there secret to you

You’re doing your homework in Emmett’s room when he suddenly emerges, giving you a pat on the back and straight up telling you.

“It’s about time you know. Y/N my family and I are vampires.”

“....?”

Convinced it’s some weird joke

“Halloweens not for months... and April first was months ago... I don’t get it.”

He just laughs, sitting on the small futon couch next to you and tells you he’s telling the truth

You just let out a nervous laugh when you realize he’s serious

“Emmett are you feeling okay?”

“Yes? Why- I’m not crazy Y/N. Here let me show you.”

Takes you by the hand and leads you outside, past his nervous looking family who you cast confused looks at

He takes you out back, lets go of your hand, and then jump nearly 30 feet in the air and lands on a tree

“what the fuck” you whisper, watching your apparently not human boyfriend look down and laugh at you.

When he jumps down and lands next to you, your almost the one jumping 30 feet in the air

“You all right.”

“UHM!” You motion to the tree and back to him a few times, pure shock clouding your mind

“HOW?! WHEN?! WHY?!” You nearly yell

“I was attacked by a bear and Rosalie saved me in 1935.”

“A BEAR?!?- wait your almost a hundred?”

Big smile and a nod is the only response you get

This goes on for almost 20 minutes before you sigh and mumble “well ok then?” and head back inside

The rest of the cullens got a front row seat to the whole thing and considering the circumstance you’re handling it well

You’re relationship ends up being pretty much the same except you force him to watch Dracula and interview with the vampire, along with other vampire movies a lot.

You buy a vampire romance novel for “Research”

With the big secret out Emmett finally feels ready to talk about going a bit further in your physical relationship

You wait until your parents are away on a trip so you’re away from certain immortal with heightened hearing

Edward and Jasper give him side eyes as he leaves the house

Your heart is beating almost a mile a minute when you hear a knock at the door

You invite him in and in a matter of minutes things are picking up speed

You have both been repressed for so long it’s no surprise

You fall asleep on his chest afterwards- of course after the two out you chatted a bit

He spends the night breathing in your scent, stroking your hair, caressing your cheek- such soft touches for someone so inhumanly strong

When you wake up and the memories all come flooding back and your cheeks burn hot and your heartbeat steadily increases, you shine and bury your head in his chest when he starts laughing at how easily flustered you are

Flustered or not you both agree it will become a more regular activity

Emmett is so damn proud when you graduate, if he could cry he probably would’ve

Carries you out on his shoulders chanting some ridiculous rhyme he made up

You guys party all night

Will deny it to Carlisle but he definitely got you a little tipsy

Months later some nomad vampires start wreaking havoc for the cullens

When they threaten you Emmett goes major protection mode

Only leaves your side to eat when absolutely necessary

He can tell it’s taking a toll on you and everything else

That’s when he suggest’s turning you for your protection

Besides Rosalie everyone agrees

Carlisle tries his best to make it a pain less process

although nothing could truly stop the mind numbing burning sensation that consumed you for days until it suddenly all went black

When you woke up, everything was heightened, you’re hearing, your smell, your taste, you’re sight, everything was so intense.

You went to stand but got thrown off by your force and speed

Two strong arms held you steady

“Emmett?”

“ehm, yes.”

“That sucked.”

Earned you a small chuckle from him

He insists on teaching you everything, hunting, fighting, acting, how to go crazy but not to crazy

He show’s you how intense everything is now

And by everything I mean everything

You two became a force to be reckoned with

Those Nomad’s stood no chance

No matter where you guys were you were a power couple

The Strongest and gayest power couple to ever walk the earth

And it was going to stay that way for a long time

#Emmett x reader #Emmett cullen x reader #Emmett Cullen imagine #Emmett cullen #Emmett #Emmett cullen x male reader #malereader #vampire #twilight #emmett x male reader

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why-bless-your-heart · 4 years ago

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Actually no, some more things if I were doing a Hal Jordan Green Lantern movie:

Movie opens with Hal Jordan going down. Lots of dramatic nonsense specifically to irritate any pilots in the audience. Picture of baby Hal with his dad in the cockpit. Hal crashes but walks away.

Carol Ferris is all kinds of furious. He went much further than he was supposed to and broke the plane so now they’re going to have to take like four months to build it again. Hal points out that with the data they were able to get they can skip an extra six months of testing, so really, he did the right thing. He doesn’t need anybody else’s input.

Carol threatens to fire him, but he charms his way into one last chance. It’s for realsies a last chance this time.

Establish Hal as a loner. His brother Jim reaches out, says that he and his family are in town and the kids would love to see their uncle, Hal makes some sort of excuse to not see them and goes home to an empty apartment.

Montage or credits or an extra scene or whatever, I don’t care, something so that way we can transition to:

Hal coming to consciousness in the desert, a good hundred yards or so from the burning wreckage of whatever plane he was testing. Dazed, he stumbles off.

Flashbacks for this bit as he’s making his way through the desert, confusing his dad’s last flight with the crash he just had. All of his equipment went crazy, and he could have sworn he saw something streaking through the sky.

He stumbles across a crazy-looking ship’s wreckage. Hearing a slight movement, he goes inside and finds a badly injured magenta alien dude. Abin Sur asks for water, and Hal finds it in the ship. He hesitates, but gives most of it to Abin Sur before he can’t drink any more and Hal finishes it. Gotta show that our guy has some potential for heroism.

It’s very important to magenta alien dude that Hal take his ring and some sort of old-fashioned lantern thingie. He’s talking about will and protecting the sector and stuff, and there’s this rhyme that Hal has to get exactly right, and then he says something about never expecting he’d see a human in the corps, and then he dies. Hal lays him out respectfully, then scavenges for maybe some more water and leaves, ring in his pocket.

The sun starts to go down and Hal sits down to rest for a while. He’s finally beginning to process how stupid he’s been, he should’ve stayed near the wreckage where there was a better chance of being found. He’s gonna die out here and it serves him right. He takes out the ring and looks at it, then puts it on. Whatever. He picks up the lantern thingie and looks at that. Talking to himself, he says something like “I should be getting home right now.”

Zoom. Green turbo-express straight through the air (screaming the whole way) to his apartment balcony. He staggers a bit, then vomits.

Cut to the full-on manhunt going on in the desert. They’re losing hope.

Freshly showered, Hal gets himself a beer from the fridge and sits down on his couch. It’s nice to be back, he’ll figure out the how later.

Cuts between the increasingly despairing search for Hal or his body and our man sleeping in late, watching soap operas, and trying to figure out his magic ring. Finally the search is called off.

Hal’s in his pjs on the couch when the super unlocks his door and Hal’s brother comes in. Tearful reunion on Jim’s part, confusion on Hal’s. Everyone thinks Hal’s dead. Hal doesn’t have a good explanation for how he got home safe and sound.

Jim gets mad. You don’t do that to people, you don’t do that to your family, you don’t do that to your boss, etc. I’m so happy you’re alive, I’m gonna kill you for putting me through this, all that good stuff. Hal gets Jim out with some lame excuses and half promises.

Hal tries to use the ring, but this time it doesn’t light up. He thinks about it, then tries putting it on top of the lantern thingie. Nothing happens. He’s befuddled, and starts going over everything the magenta alien dude said. He repeats the rhyme.

Fwoom. The lantern thingie lights up, the ring fully charges, it levitates into the air. “Hal Jordan of Earth, you have the power to overcome great fear. Welcome to the green lantern corps.” “Um... thanks?” The ring gloms onto his finger, puts him in uniform. Then zoom. Green turbo-express to space this time.

The worse for wear, Hal stumbles onto an elevated sidewalk on a very alien planet, with very alien aliens. Green Lantern of Sector 2814 is announced, and an alien who looks like pink Dracula turns around with a smile that quickly dies. Everyone’s shocked. Hal Jordan begins to quietly freak the frick out.

Obligatory info dump and then Hal Jordan gets thrown into boot-camp because I love Kilowog okay he’s an absolute classic

Also can you imagine how fun a GL boot-camp would be to watch, the whole point is to get them better at visualizing and maintaining constructs, there’s all sorts of crazy challenges and puzzles to encourage lateral thinking, and Kilowog’s out here going “I SAID THIRTY-SEVEN LINKS ON THE CHAIN, DOES THAT LOOK LIKE THIRTY-SEVEN TO YOU, I’M GOING TO SPEND THE NEXT HOUR SHOUTING OUT NUMBERS AND YOU HAVE TO SHOW ME HOW MANY THAT IS BY CONSTRUCTING IT WITH YOUR RING BEFORE I HIT YOU AND IF IT’S WRONG I’M STILL HITTING YOU. NINETY-EIGHT!” *whack*

There’s a terrible trio quickly formed of Hal, Tomar Tu, and Ch’p.

They are struggling. Classic awkward squad antics. Then all three of them massively flunk their final practical exam which is like. Idk. A convoluted game of alien sharks & minnows, which ends with the three of them standing sheepishly in front of the smoking rubble of what used to be the barracks or something.

They’re in big trouble and get shipped off to a planet without rings and told that they can try the exam again after a week. It’s miserable. The weather seems to have a sense of humor, there are weird earthquakes, the landscape will change at a moment’s notice, the flora might be actually sentient? and nobody’s having a good time. They have a full-on fight and some very hurtful things are said.

Unfortunately they have to work together to survive because there are like chasms and landslides and volcanoes and such. They have a few heart-to-hearts, and realize that they all have a bit more in common than they might think. Camaraderie achieved! Just in time for the test, which they pass this time with flying colors thanks to the power of teamwork(tm)

Good old Mogo’s one of the best instructors the corps has, all the problem recruits get sent to him.

IDK, some final showdown or something. I should probably have an actual menace to Earth in this movie. Bad guy wipes the floor with Hal, but Hal keeps on getting up, and finally, his uniform gone, the ring almost entirely out of charge, bruised and bloody, a faint green glow on the horizon, and then the cavalry arrives. That is all.

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clonewarslover55 · 4 years ago

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I'm weak for him, but could we possibly get some relationship HCs for Chopper?? He has such a cool design and interesting personality!!

Sure! My friend @colorfulloverbatturkey also requested this!!

If you don’t think Chopper is a broken soul who needs help and love then get the fuck out of my swamp. Chopper is loved and respected on this god damn blog!!

Chopper Relationship headcanons //SFW and NSFW//

SFW

Angry boy. He’s so angy

Chopper acts like he hates everything, but that isn’t true

He loves his brothers and would do anything for them

He was in a bad accident. Scaring the right side of his face and body, blinding his right eye

Chopper is just very angsty, but his squad knows he actually cares

When you meet Chopper he just seems like that angry metalhead that will spit on you(I’m a metalhead so I can say that)

He seems like an angsty metalhead dude to me alright??

He acts like a complete dick to you at first, wanting to scare you off

Chopper doesn’t want to form any attachments so he acts like he hates you and everyone else

You know he obviously traumitized and fucking shattered. So you keep trying

Eventually he gives up on scaring you off, but he still won’t be nice

It takes a very long time for you two to get into a romantic relationship

Chopper isn’t a fan of Coruscant, people, or crowds. So your dates are just at your apartment

He is very stiff and nervous when he first comes to your place

He relaxes once you make him dinner! Food is the way to a clones heart

Your cooking can be absolute shit and he’d still love it

You introduce Chopper to terrible holomovies and he loves them

Chopper is a big fan of horror! If you’re not he’ll make sure to hold you close

He’s the type of dude that laughs during them

He also shouts at the TV when someone does something stupid

Chopper is weird alright, but it’s cute

He doesn’t know he’s touch starved till you give him some snuggles

Chopper immediately learns that he loves them! He turns into a cuddler

He’ll randomly pick you up sometimes and just plop down with you because he wants attention

He is fucking terrible at expressing his emotions, unless they’re anger or irritation of course

He isn’t the best with communication either

You’ll learn his body language very quickly so you can tell how he’s feeling

You’ll have to talk to him a lot about communication and expressing emotions better

He actually listens to you

Chopper is fucking broken. He has terrible PTSD and so many other issues

He’s not an original to Slick’s squad, he’s a replacement

Chopper has been the sole survivor of two separate squads

So he has a good reason for being so fucked up mentally

He hates talking about his issues, so he may not talk about them for a long time

Once he’s more trusting of you he will open up a little but not much

His soul is so broken and so full of pain that he can hardly talk about some things

Chopper also hardly sleeps and when he does he has nightmares

He sleeps better with you in his arms, and the nightmares and restless become less frequent

When he does have nightmares just hold him until he stops shaking and begins to calm down

Don’t ask about them, just whisper sweet nothings to him as you remind him that you’re not going anywhere

When he sleeps good he snores. Loud.

Soon you adjust to his snores and fall asleep to them

Once chopper falls in love with you he falls fucking hard

Once you two say the three words he moves in with you

You take him shopping and he hates it

He wants to get his shit then get out

Chopper gets some punk style clothes, and he looks amazing in the outfits

Once he gets his civilian clothes and sleeping clothes you two get the fuck out

He can’t stand public

Chopper loves his new clothes though!

Especially his fluffy pajama pants. If you say anything to his squadmates he’ll murder you

His new clothes show off his tattoo sleeves! He loves showing them off

Most of his tattoos are some words or a picture to remember his fallen brothers by

He makes sure he’ll never forget them or the pain they were caused by droids

His face is badly scarred as is some of his body, he doesn’t like the scars that much

If you trace his scars and tattoos, talking about how much you love them he melts

Chopper isn’t romantic, or nice sometimes, but he can be a sweetheart

His sweet moments are rare but you love them

He has a few pet names for you that he always uses!

Chopper may be a little crazy, and he may have a lot of baggage

But you love him with all of your heart

Chopper loves you with all of his heart as well, he’d do anything to keep you happy

NSFW

He doesn’t have experience but he knows what to do

Kinda

You’ll have to teach him some things but not everything

He learns quick and doesn’t forget

Chopper has you screaming in no time

Chopper is an asshole, so he’s a huge tease

He knows exactly what makes you tick and uses it to his advantage

His patience and self control isn’t the best until it comes to teasing you

Orgasm denial and overstimulation are some of his favorite things to do

Chopper always makes sure you receive pleasure though, but you may have to do some waiting and begging

He loves hearing you beg, when he hears his name he goes wild

When your relationship first started out you two didn’t have many soft intimate nights

It was all animal sex really

He isn’t really romantic so to get an intimate night you’ll have to do the work

Chopper will do anything to keep you happy and pleasured, so just ask

This also works great for kinks! He’ll try anything you want

He won’t openly talk about his own for a while but he’ll explore with you

Chopper is fucking kinky so have fun

When you tease him he acts like he hates it but he really likes it

Chopper is a switch, but you’ll have to wrestle him and/or trick him to be a bottom

He loves it when you take up the challenge of topping him

It’s a thrilling game to him

Chopper isn’t that vocal, it’s mainly grunts and growls

His growls are deep and sexy as fuck

Sometimes he’ll dirty talk you, and he’s surprisingly good at it

Chopper knows he can make you melt with just his words

If you trace his scars he nearly melts

They’re strangely sensitive

When you give him oral trace some of the scars that cover the right side of his body

It makes him lose it

Chopper has a magic mouth, so when he gives you oral it drives you mad

He has no hair to grab while he’s giving you oral, but if you rake your nails along his scalp he loses it

He loves to feel your nails on him

Chopper is possessive of you, so he marks you up plenty.

In every way possible too

He loves it when you mark him, he’ll show the marks off for all to see

Chopper really has no shame when it comes to your sex life

He’ll fuck you anytime, anywhere

Like all clones, Chopper has a breeding kink

Chopper hates kids and would have trouble getting you pregnant anyways(If you can get knocked up that is)

So he doesn’t really act on the kink, unless you ask for him to

Chopper prefers to cover you in his cum though, it drives him wild

You’re his and his alone

He is extra sweet with aftercare though

Unless you made him crazy jealous or angry, then he’ll clean you up with a damp rag

If you both have the energy you may take a hot bath or shower

You two rarely have the energy though

He’ll pass out with you wrapped in his arms

Tags: @colorfulloverbatturkey @royalhandmaidens @roseofalderaan @catsnkooks @hounding-around @captainrexstan @leias-left-hair-bun @valkyrieofthehighfae @iamassbuttkingofhell @my-awakened-ghost @opalstxrs @blue-space-porgs @cherry-cokes-world @commanderrivercc-3628 @blueberrrybubblesandboba

#clone trooper chopper #slick's squad #212th battalion #212th attack battalion

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mrsdobrik · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 2:

warnings: Idk. But be warned. Y/n’s boss is an ass

It had been about a week since David met Vardan’s teacher and he couldn’t get her smile out of his head. He had actually thought about picking Vardan up from school just so he could see her again, but it would have been difficult to explain. So instead he just spent hours thinking about the way her hair fell on her shoulders, the little shadow her lashes cast on her cheeks, the way her lips moved when she talked. It was amazing how much time he could spend thinking about a fifteen minute meeting...

“David! Are you even listening?”Natalie was frowning at him.

“No, sorry, I drifted off”

“What is wrong with you lately? You are even more distracted than normal, and for you that is definitely impressive”

“Ha ha, so funny” He retorted sarcastically.

“Just turn left at the next intersection and try not to “drift off” while driving, I don’t know about you but I would like to live a couple more years.”

They were going to meet some of the guys at a burger place before going clubbing. It was Jonah’s idea, obviously, he said they had even better burgers than In-n-Out, and if Jonah said so that meant something.

After a few more turns they arrived at a 50’s diner. Zane, Heath, Mariah, Jeff and Jonah were already seated at one of the tables. The place looked awesome on the inside, the walls were pink and had old posters, photographs and neon signs on them. The floor had the classic black and white tiles and all the booths were red. It even had a jukebox that still worked and you could go and choose the song you wanted. David could tell he would be able to get great disposable pics in there.

They all looked at the menu and decided what they wanted to eat, then while everyone else waited to place the order, David went up to the jukebox. He wanted to play “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen.

By the time he went back to the table they had already ordered the food. The girls were not at the table and the guys were discussing how hot the waitress was.

“Did you see the way she looked at me? She is obviously into me, I am so getting her number” Jonah said

“Baby, are you delusional? She didn’t even look your way!” Zane replied

“Yeah, besides I am sitting right here so…” Jeff said, running his hand through his hair.

“Nah dude, I am telling you, she is totally into me” Jonah went on.

David was checking his instagram as the guys kept bantering and then he heard Heath tell Jonah to shut it since the girl was coming. David looked up and couldn’t believe his eyes, it was Vardan’s teacher. She was wearing a pink uniform with a little white apron and had her hair in a ponytail. She was carrying a tray full of drinks in one hand and was talking to another waitress as she approached their table.

David could see her cheeks blush when she met his eyes. He found it adorable. She started giving everyone their drinks as the girls returned from the ladies room. When she finally got to David she said hi in a soft voice, kind of like a whisper. He stood up to say hi to her

“Hey! How are you doing?”

“I’m great, and you?” she said blushing even more.

“Cool, just going out with the guys” At that point everyone in the table was very obviously staring at them. “These are Zane, Heath, Mariah, Jeff, Jonah and Natalie” he said even though she had admitted to watching the vlogs so she probably already knew. “She is Y/n, she is Vardan’s teacher.”

Everyone said hi to Y/n but Natalie who, after living with David for a couple years, could read him like a book and was giving him an inquisitive stare. David just ignored her. Y/n’s eyes were gleaming and David could see how excited she was to meet everyone. They had been talking for about two minutes when David noticed that from across the room a bald guy standing by the wall was giving Y/n an angry stare.

“Hey princess! Do you want a cup of coffee too? Move that ass! Your tables aren’t going to serve themselves!” He yelled and the entire table went completely silent.

Y/n’s face went completely red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

“I should go.” she said softly before grabbing her tray and heading for the kitchen. David’s blood was boiling and from the looks of everyone else at the table he wasn’t the only one.

“Who the fuck is that?”David said whilst clenching his jaw as he saw the bald guy follow Y/n. “What is his fucking problem?”

“That is the owner of the restaurant” Jonah said “I’ve seen him here a couple times.”

“He’s disgusting.” Natalie said. She wasn’t wrong, David was ready to punch him in the face right then and there.

As they waited for their food David kept his eyes on the kitchen doors waiting to see Y/n come out. About fifteen minutes later she finally did and she was carrying two trays filled with food. He watched her wait on a few more tables before she came up to theirs.

“I am so sorry for the delay” Y/n said while giving everyone at the table their plate.

“It’s okay,” said Natalie “I just hope we didn’t get you in trouble.”

“Not at all” Y/n said looking down, she was a terrible liar and David could see right through that. “Will you be needing anything else?” she said as the bald guy exited the kitchen doors and stuck his eyes to her.

“No, that is it! Thank you!” David said locking eyes with her for a short second.

They ate their food and brainstormed bits to film the next day. David kept eyeing the manager every once in a while and kept checking on Y/n during the rest of the meal.

Y/n’s POV

It was Friday, most people look forward to Fridays: the end of the week, hanging out with friends, possibly going out for drinks. But for Y/n it was a really long day of teaching and then rushing to the dinner for the night shift, which ended really late, and then barely making it home with enough energy to get out of her uniform. She was exhausted and overworked, even though she would never complain about it.

However, that Friday turned out to be just a bit different because as she was serving tables at the dinner she saw some of the people from the vlog squad come in. Suddenly her heart skipped a beat when she considered the possibility of David being there too. Since she had met him at the school he was popping into her head a lot more frequently.

As she approached their table to greet them and take their orders she noticed David was nowhere to be found, a knot of disappointment formed in her stomach. As she went into the kitchen to serve the group’s drinks Bob, her boss and owner of the place came in. He had a reputation for going after employees and was extremely rude towards most of the girls working there, he was a chauvinistic ass.Y/n tried to avoid contact with him as much as possible.

“Hey princess! Looking good tonight!” Bob said, staring a little too intently at the hem of Y/n’s skirt. He smelled like alcohol and grease which made him even more unbearable than he already was.

“Hey Bob!” Y/n said looking down and quickly exiting the kitchen. “Crazy Little Thing Called Love” by Queen was playing and she couldn’t help by humming, she loved Queen. She went over to the table where the vs was sitting to serve them their drinks only to find David now sitting at the table. He introduced her to everyone, which Y/n loved. She wasn’t going to fangirl in front of everyone but she was extremely excited to be meeting them. She had been chatting with them for about a minute when Bob’s voice filled the air.

“Hey princess! Do you want a cup of coffee too? Move that ass! Your tables aren’t going to serve themselves!” He yelled and the entire table went completely silent.

No, please don’t

Her entire face went red and started heating up. That was so embarrassing she wanted the earth to swallow her whole. How could he yell at her like that in front of the customers? If it weren’t because of how badly she needed the money she would have quit a long time ago, but bills needed to be paid.

She told everyone at the table she’d better leave and headed straight for the kitchen, Bob’s heavy steps following close behind. As soon as they were out of sight he grabbed her arm tightly.

“Don’t forget why you are here princess, this isn’t Cinderella, you are here to work” he said before letting her go. Y/n could feel her eyes itching, tears starting to form, but she reminded herself that she couldn’t cry, crying would only make things worse.

Jazmine, her roommate, best friend and coworker rushed to her side as soon as Bob went into his office. She was the only close friend, one might even say family, that Y/n had in L.A. They had hit it off immediately after their first shift together when Y/n first moved to the city and had been inseparable ever since.

“Girl, calm down, it's going to be okay. You just need to get through this shift and tomorrow you can sleep till noon and watch movies on the couch. Okay?” She always knew how to calm Y/n down.

“Okay.” Y/n said. She took a moment to collect her thoughts and resumed her work.

She served all her other tables before she inevitably had to make her way back to the vs. She could feel both David’s and her boss’ eyes on her while she ran around the diner. When she started handing them their food her eyes crossed David’s just for a moment but it was enough to make her stomach feel funny.

God, he is so cute. Quit dreaming girl, you’ve got work to do. Besides it's just a childish fantasy, he is rich and famous and you are just delusional if you think he’d ever lay eyes on you.

Sometimes your mind can be your worst enemy, and for Y/n it was. All the reasons why it was impossible would keep popping in her mind through the night, even long after he had left.

#david dobrik #david dobrik x you #david dobrik x reader #david dobrik x y/n #david dobrik imagine

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roxa-sos · 5 years ago

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r u mine? - john b routledge

john b routledge x pogue!reader

tw; mild smut

not requested; based on r u mine? by arctic monkeys john b’s been interested in the reader for a while, they've been sleeping together, and he can't get over her, even when she says it's just supposed to be a friends with benefits thing.

a/n -- i’m an arctic monkeys slut. that’s all.

i'm a puppet on a string tracy island, time traveling diamond cutter-shaped heartaches come to find you four in some velvet morning years too late, she's a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space in my mind when she's not there beside me

“dude, you’re whipped.” jj slurred to his best friend, who was leaning on a tree, watching you down your sixth beer, jumping around with kie as music played from someone’s speaker.

“fuck it, sure. look at her.” he mumbled back at his friend, rolling his eyes. he was a few drinks in himself. the things he would give to be with you were unimaginable, and he was done arguing with pope and jj about how badly he wanted it - how badly he wanted you - and he had been for a while. they only knew he was interested, not that either of you were actually acting on it.

there were almost always eyes on you at these dumb parties. kooks, tourons, pogues, you usually ended up blowing them off if they made a move. though, you always had other things in mind when you met john b’s gaze, throwing him a smile, recognizing his stare. there was some power knowing you had a guy like him staring at you.

he got drunk off of you. talking with you, your shameless flirting, your gentlest touch, he was obsessed with it. at least, he seemed obsessed with it.

you were a lot for him. life was worth living fast and short in your eyes, so you weren't looking for anything too serious with him. you two were friends, anyways. the pogues would hate you guys if they found out, you wouldn't blame them. you did dumb stuff anyways, he was one of the dumb things you did. you revved over the speed limit, you jumped off of cliffs, you almost drowned to get good waves, it had to be hell to even be your friend. but to him, you were the silver lining of being friends with you. having you was that good part.

you had a monopoly over his mind. when you fell asleep next to him, he couldn't help but think about you. he watched you dance at parties, laid next to you in the hammock, talked to you first when you were with the pogues. he couldn't help it.

i go crazy 'cause here isn't where i wanna be and satisfaction feels like a distant memory and i can't help myself, all i wanna hear you say is "are you mine?" well, are you mine? are you mine? are you mine?

he wanted more from you. that was more apparent when you weren't pressing him up against the wall at the chateau, two hours after the kegger, but he knew it. as his hands slid down your side, resting on your hips as you acted like this was the last time you were going to kiss him.

john b wanted to be something with you, but you didn't want a boyfriend. he didn't even know if he wanted you in broad daylight like that. it seemed sweeter to just have your lips on his neck sometimes.

he tried giving you up before. you weren't exclusive, both of you knew that, but every time he turned his gaze from you to someone else, you were still in his mind. the image of you sitting at the end of his bed, your clothes on his floor. the feeling of your skin against his, it was always going to be there, no matter who he thought he was interested in. he still wanted you, nobody else was going to be good enough.

you slipped your hands under his shirt as he thought, helping it off of his body as he walked you towards his room. he knew you wanted him, but in a lustful way. he was yours, but he knew that you weren't his.

i guess what i'm trying to say is i need the deep end keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes unfair we're not somewhere misbehaving for days great escape, lost track of time and space she's a silver lining climbing on my desire

you guys didn't really talk. with the pogues, sure. wasted, yeah. but never sober, never in your right minds, never dressed. he wanted to know how your mind worked, he wanted to know what you thought - of the world, of yourself, of him. he wanted to be something more to you, someone you wanted, someone you talked to.

he couldn't stay away from you, though. there was no ultimatum for him to give without losing. you weren't one for commitment, so casual sex was all you could give him. he wanted you in any way he could have you, so he took what he got. not that looking at you laying in his bed from on top of you was a bad thing to get. he was just wasting his time looking for more.

even then, he only saw you after midnight. not nearly as often as he would prefer, where he'd rather have you for hours, days, even, at a time. have you where you didn't worry about how long you'd been with him.

the situation killed him, sometimes, but you were the silver lining. you had him wrapped around your finger, and he loved it. he hated the way you treated him in public, but he loved the way you felt under his hands behind closed doors. he hated how other guys were openly interested in you, but loved the sounds you made in his ear.

and the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways so in case, i'm mistaken, i just wanna hear you say, "you got me, baby are you mine?" she's a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space in my mind when she's not right there beside me

seeing as he had you in his bed in the earliest hours of the morning, he thought he had a chance with you. he thought he could say something and it would be alright for him, he'd get what he wanted from you.

but he didn't know if that was his own logic talking, or your reality. you hadn't made it clear whether you wanted him the way he wanted you or not, so he had to wait. that excruciating wait, holding on until you said something. something like asking him if he was yours. if you were his.

and even though that wait felt like a million nails in his heart, or it felt like it was too much and not worth it, if it meant you, he was going to wait for it. wait for you, or just hold onto you and your casual need for him.

because you'd always be in his mind, either way.

a/n -- i don’t love this but here u go either way lmao

#john b #john b routledge #john b obx #john b outer banks #john b fic #john b routledge fic #john b fanfic #john b routledge fanfic #arctic monkeys #john b routledge x reader #john b x reader #obx fic #outer banks

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impala-dreamer · 5 years ago

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Trust Me

SPN FanFic

~Misha agrees to give you what you've been asking for and fulfill a fantasy of yours, however, it's Misha, and you should have known better than to assume he didn't have something extra up his sleeve.~

Misha x Reader, Jensen x Reader

3,331 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Handcuffs. Light Bondage. Lots of All The Smut. Multiple Orgasms. Overstimulation. Multiple Partners. Aftercare. Misha being a bastard. Jensen being sexy and dominant.

A/N: This is my first square off @spnkinkbingo 2020! This fills my "Handcuffs" square and is a gift to my wife. I hope you all enjoy :)

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“These aren’t real, though… right?” You looked up into devilish blue eyes and Misha smirked as he clicked the cold steel around your left wrist.

“Sure,” he teased, but you couldn’t tell if he was lying or not.

Misha gave your cheek a quick kiss before leaning over your naked body to fit your right hand into the other cuff. His chest was firm and warm, smashing your breasts and knocking your breath away for a delicious second. The handcuffs were tight and the pull in your shoulder distracted you from the tingle growing between your legs.

“No, really,” you tried again with an innocent laugh. “These are the handcuffs from set, right? Like, I can slip right out if I wiggle the right way.”

He shrugged as he pulled away. Goddamn shrugged, like it was the most common thing in the world to have you splayed naked across his bed, locked by four cold rings of steel.

A nervous twinge rolled in your belly. “Misha!”

The mattress jumped as he stood up and turned his back to you. “You wanted to be cuffed, sweetness. You’re cuffed.”

Eyes screwed tight with anxiety, you tried to slip free of the cuff on your right arm, turning your wrist just as you did on set, waiting to hear the little pop, feel the metal give. Nothing moved but your wrist.

“These are real!” Shock raised your voice to an enraged squeak and Misha spun on his heel, looking over at you with a smile.

“Don’t you trust me?” He pushed the tip of his tongue between his teeth and grinned.

A breath caught in your throat and your nipples hardened. “No...Not when you’re making that Lucifer face at me!”

He raised a brow and you felt the surge of arousal pulse through your entire body. “Would you prefer if I hid that face...” His knee hit the bed and you gasped. “...between these…” Two thick hands pushed up over your inner thighs. “...beautiful…” He squeezed the soft flesh at the crook of each leg. “...juicy…” His lips bent to kiss your left thigh. “...delicious…” He bit down on your right, making you squeal through clenched teeth. “...legs.”

Your eyes rolled as Misha blew a hot stream of air across your freshly shaved pussy lips. Your hips rolled up to meet his mouth as he planted a kiss above your clit.

“Oh, fuck…”

Misha lifted his face once last time to give you a proper Casifer smirk; eyes wild with lust. “Try to keep it down.”

Before you could draw your next breath, his tongue fluttered against your clit. Your eyes slammed shut and your mouth opened wide; a silent scream barely held back as he worked his way into your slick cunt with two warm fingers.

“We don’t want to draw too much attention, do we?”

Outside, the world was much the same as it ever was. The crew passed by, shuffling wardrobes, carrying props, bringing coffees to wherever they were needed. No one was any the wiser as Misha tore you apart, taking his time to meticulously and deliberately break you down until the only thing in your head was his name and a bright flash of light behind your closed eyes as you came.

When the wave receded, so did Misha, slowly standing up and dipping his head into the bathroom to grab a towel. He leaned against the wall and wiped your wetness from his face as you squirmed in the afterglow, desperate to roll over and cuddle yourself to sleep.

“See? You should trust me more,” he said, tossing the towel into the sink.

Panting, you turned your eyes to him. “I trust you,” you said, still in a daze. You tugged at your cuffs again, almost forgetting they were there, trying to reach for him. “Come fuck me, please.”

Misha laughed at your begging and shook his head. “Nah.”

“Nah?” you pouted, lifting your chin to him as he came closer. “Why not?”

His hand found your cheek and you nuzzled into his hand. He bent down close, nose almost brushing yours as he whispered, “because I’m not done with you yet.”

Another wave of nerves washed over you and your arms jerked involuntarily. “What?”

“I’m not done yet,” he said again, kissing the tip of your nose before disappearing.

You twisted to watch him walk the perimeter of the bed, headed for the dresser by the door. “Misha! Come on, uncuff me please.” You tried to bend your knees, but you were drawn too perfectly across the bed, open and at his mercy. “Misha…”

“Shh…” He turned partially, just enough to show you the finger he held to his lips as he hushed you. “If you’re too loud, everyone will hear you. This isn’t exactly secluded.”

“Afraid someone will come in and find that you’ve kidnapped your costar?” It was a joke, but your voice was tight with worry.

You saw a hint of a smug smile before he turned away, opening the middle drawer of the dresser and pulling out a coil of white rope.

“What the fuck, dude?” Your heart raced as he turned. “You can’t actually kidnap me!”

He laughed. “Relax.” From the same drawer, he pulled a long, black wand with a thick, round head. “Besides, you came to me, begging, whispering in my ear for days. ‘Misha, cuff me!’, ‘I want you to tie me up!’, ‘Do it, baby!’,” he mocked your begging with another quick laugh. “I don’t think it’s kidnapping if you knocked on my door and laid yourself out for me.”

He had you there. Hell, he had you wherever he wanted, however he wanted; that was the point, and he knew it.

“Damn it.” You growled, but the annoyance was short lived once you realized what he was about to do.

Misha quickly came back to the side of the bed and began wrapping the soft rope around your belly and thigh, creating quite a tangled mess. It was loose enough not to leave a mark or hurt you, but tight enough to hold the vibrating massager at the very tip of your clit. Even before he turned it on, your body was pulsing with arousal, anticipating the blissful torture he was about to enact.

“Now, you just hold still,” he teased, knowing full well that you weren’t going anywhere. “And try not to scream.”

“Mish-”

Your breath caught as he flipped on the vibrator and backed away, leaving you alone with the wand and the cuffs.

“Wait!”

He turned out the lights and closed the door as he left, taking one last quick look at his squirming captive.

“Be back later, sweetness.” He blew a kiss and you bit your tongue, trying not to scream.

There was a strange comfort in being left alone in the dark. You didn’t have to hide the crazy faces you were making as the vibrator sent pulses through your entire body. Didn’t have to pretend not to struggle as shock waves caused your legs and arms to jerk against the cuffs. Didn’t have to try so hard to hold your tongue.

You cursed Misha in the most blasphemous and delicious ways as you came, shouting his name into the pillow as best you could. It was hard to turn yourself totally against the cushion, but you aimed the scream well enough.

Clit throbbing and sensitive, you tried to catch your breath, believing he’d be right back to free you. He was probably standing just outside the bedroom door, listening like a deviant to your moans and thrashing.

Realization set in as your cunt began to tighten up again. Misha wasn’t outside the door. He wasn’t coming back any time soon.

“Misha!”

It’s funny how time can stretch. Minutes can seem like days, hours like seconds; it all depends on your perspective and what that time is doing to you.

By your third forced orgasm, you couldn’t tell a second from a week. It could have been five minutes since Misha had shut the door or four days. There was no way to tell. No way to move away from the constant stimulation. No way to slip the cuffs. No way to do anything but let your mind melt as the pleasure took over everything. Each time your pussy clenched, you cried out, needing more, needing to be filled up and fucked back into yourself.

“Please!”

Body tensing badly, you pulled your arms and legs tight, trying to sit up, turn, anything to move the vibrations away for just a moment.

“Misha!”

The doorknob turned slowly and you held your breath.

“Misha?”

A hand curled around the door as it opened. It was too dark to see clearly and your eyes were wet and blurry.

"Baby?" You whimpers were pathetic and strained, barely crossing the room.

"Hey, Y/N."

Jensen's voice filled your ears and you tugged at the cuffs, suddenly consumed with self-consciousness. You struggled to close your legs, but all you managed to do was move closer to the wand. He'd seen you naked before, been inside of you on a few drunken occasions, but this was wholly different. You were trapped, bound to the mercy of any one who walked in. It was humiliating and arousing and terribly frustrating, and you knew Misha had planned the entire thing.

"What are you doing here?" you whispered as he stepped inside and shut the door.

Jensen reached for the light. "A little buddy told me there was a treat waiting for me in here." He flipped the switch and you cringed, closing your eyes tight as your vision washed in bright white.

A whistle of interest pulled your eyes back open.

“Well, look at that. The little bastard was right. What a treat.”

You could feel his eyes eating your up, lingering on your soaked and throbbing pussy, your hard nipples, every single curve and bump of your flesh. Embarrassment closed your eyes again and you bit your lip as a particularly harsh jolt of pleasure hit your cunt.

“How many?” he asked gently, slipping up along side of the bed to look down on you.

“Huh?”

“How many times have you cum so far?”

“Oh.” Your brain was as mush and the constant clenching of your muscles was too distracting to let any cells reform. Numbers were hard. “Uh…”

Jensen smirked. “That many, huh?”

Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as his fingertips danced lightly up your thigh. “Fuck. Jensen...please.”

“What do you need?” His whisper was kind but deep, sending a shiver down your back.

Lips trembling, you tried to focus on your words, painfully shaping moans into English. “C-can’t...please.”

He lay his hand on the rope on your thigh. “You want me to take this off?” His smile was teasing and the pressure of his hand was frustrating.

“Yes! Please!”

As the rope loosened, the pressure on your clit subsided and you took a heavy breath, finally given a moment of relief. Green eyes were locked on your face as you sighed happily. “Thank you, Jensen. Fuck, he was gonna leave me here forever.”

Jensen clicked off the vibrator and tossed it onto the floor with the rope. “Nah, not forever…”

“You don’t know him,” you laughed. “He would.”

“Don’t I?”

There was something in his voice that scared you a bit, something dark and sensual that made your nipples harden. He took full advantage of the pop of flesh and rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Wh-what?” Your eyes fluttered shut as he tugged on your nipple, drawing out a fresh moan as a jolt of electricity hit your pussy.

“Don’t you think I know how he thinks?” Jensen asked, covering your breast with his big hand and squeezing. “Don’t you think I knew he had you back here, all wide open and half out of your head for me?” His fingers tickled down your belly and curled around, rubbing lightly against your pussy.

“For… for you?” It was almost too hard to think anymore and when Jensen pushed his thick middle finger deep inside you lost all comprehension. He buried his finger to the hilt and you clenched around him, so needy, so desperate for something to fill you up. “Fuck…”

“Oh, I knew,” he went on, ignoring your vacant eyes and blissful smile. You couldn’t hear him anymore but it didn’t matter, all that mattered was the slow scrape of his finger against your g spot. “I knew you were in here trying not to scream as he tortured orgasm after orgasm out of you.” He added his ring finger and the lights in your head went off. “I could have come rescue you any time.” He stilled his hand and your hips rose to take over, fucking yourself on his thick fingers. “But I wanted to wait until just the right moment. When you were so wrecked all you could do was lay back and beg, until you were just a puddle.” A flick of his wrist sent a scream up from the back of your throat and you bit your lip hard. “And here you are. Our little Puddle Girl.”

“P-puddle...please.”

His voice, the heat of him, the smell of his cologne, the slow churn of his fingers had all worked you to the point of no return, and he knew it.

“Please what?”

Your eyes were blurred but you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“Please...please fuck me. I… I need it.”

“I don’t know. You don’t look like you need it that badly.” He scooted closer and leaned over your thigh, pinning it to the mattress. “I think you can show me just how bad you want my cock.” His left hand fell to your pussy and you screamed fully as his hot fingers pressed against your clit. “That’s it, Puddle Girl...nice and loud for me.”

His rhythm was intense and your lungs barely had time to fill between moans. “But-but Misha said...to be quiet!”

Jensen rubbed harder on your overly sensitive clit and leaned closer; the Demon lurking in his gaze. “Misha’s not here. Now, scream!”

Your fingers twisted around the metal locking you to the bed, your body tensed, arms pulled, trying to get away from Jensen’s attentions, but it was pointless, you were just as trapped as before. Sweet pressure bloomed in your belly, expanding like a balloon ready to pop. You clenched your jaw and tried to hold back, but Jensen wouldn’t let you breathe.

“I want to hear it,” he growled. “You’re gonna wet this bed or you’re not gonna get what you want.”

Your heart raced. “I-I can’t!”

“Yes. You. Can.” He grit his teeth and his touch pulsed inside and against you.

“Fuck!”

“That’s it. Now!”

Your entire body pushed, letting go of everything in a hot flood of wetness that collect on the sheets between your legs. Jensen cheered you on as the stream flowed down his wrist; a slick, shining trophy to go home with.

“Good girl,” he soothed, easing up on his ministrations. “Very good. Made a nice big puddle for me.”

As his fingers disappeared, you gasped, moaning at the loss of his hands. As exhausted as you were, you needed more; he’d promised you something, and Jensen usually kept his promises.

While you languished, ankles twisting against the cuffs, the mattress bounced as Jensen stood. You heard the clink of his belt, the fall of his zipper. His jeans hit the floor and you held your breath as his heat returned, this time covering you completely.

Jensen propped himself up, hands astride your head, forcing your eyes up to his mischievous grin.

“You’re ready for me now, aren't cha?”

You could barely nod but gasped out an affirmative howl as the tip of his cock nudged at your swollen cunt. He teased you mercilessly, slipping just the head inside then quickly falling back. He rocked on his knees, thick thighs pushing his body up and down against you. It was horrible and magical and your face contorted into pained and dazed expressions.

“Jensen...please…” It felt like your last breath, like you would expire on the spot if he didn’t give you what you needed.

Thankfully, he did.

One swift snap of his hips and he was deep inside; your entire body tensing up as he filled you. Your eyes rolled and your jaw dropped, breathless and blissed out at the fullness of him.

“What a good girl,” he praised, thrusting gently but never fully leaving your cunt. “Such a beautiful little fuckpuppet. Just waiting all day to be used and abused.” He dropped his lips to your breast and sucked your nipple between his teeth, biting down hard.

The pain shot through your body and made you cum again.

Jensen growled deeply as you clenched around his cock. “That’s it...what a good slut.” His rhythm was put off, staggering as your muscles milked him hard; hours of being left empty and needy paying off- at least for him.

He pulled out at the last moment and you felt the warmth of his release spread across your skin. Jensen panted heavily as he came on your belly; green eyes glazing over as his body went slack.

“Thank you,” he whispered, scruffy cheek falling against yours. His lips were on your ear, his kisses sweet and warm. “That was hot.”

“You’re welcome,” you replied with a dazed smile. “Now, can you uncuff me, please?”

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Misha stood in the doorway, leaning just as before, his arms crossed and his head cocked to the side.

Jensen gave your cheek a quick kiss before rolling away, pulling up his boxers as he went. “Thanks for the gift,” he said, nodding at Misha.

“Glad you enjoyed it.” A slick smile spread across thick, pink lips. “Happy birthday.”

A cramp in your leg pulled a whimper from you and blue eyes scanned your face.

“Hanging in there, sweetness?”

Your body bounced as Jensen got up. “Yeah,” you breathed, lying as your toes twisted painfully. “No. No. Please.”

There was a rustling commotion as Misha rushed to your side, nearly knocking Jensen on his ass as he sped to you. The right wrist was first; the metal opening easily for Misha’s key. Your arm fell to the mattress, limp and relieved.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, kissing the redness on your wrist.

“My foot, please.” Your second toe was so bent you were sure it was about to snap off. The cramp shot in a straight line right up to your backside, and no amount of wiggling could relieve it.

“Shit.”

You were uncuffed quickly and Misha pulled up the blanket around you, rolling you into a shivering, exhausted burrito.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” he sang, sitting on the bed to pull you close to him. “Are you alright?”

Propped on his chest, you could see him clearly; handsome face close and concerned. “I’m good,” you said with a sigh, closing your eyes against his heartbeat. “Just a cramp.”

He hugged you close and nodded to Jensen who waved his goodbye, sneaking away to give you both some alone time.

“Did you at least enjoy yourself?” His kiss landed on your eyelid and you laughed.

“Of course I did. Always wanted you to string me up and use me.”

Misha picked up the tail end of your laugh, smiling brightly. “I’m well aware.”

“Did not expect Jensen, however.” The haze of satisfaction filled your eyes and you smiled lazily. “That was a nice surprise.”

“I told you to trust me.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You pushed your chin up to reach his lips, giving up the last bit of your energy for a kiss. “Love you, Misha.”

He kissed you back slowly, smiling as your eyes closed and your body relaxed as you fell asleep. “Love you too, Y/N.”

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angelruel · 5 years ago

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vintage

summary: the reader gets into an accident which causes her to lose her memory. as Ruel begins to rebuild their relationship and recall the good memories between them, some bad ones are restored as well and might threaten their future.

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Thoughts of worse case scenarios and disasters clouded his mind. After getting that unforeseen phone call, there was nothing left to do except book the earliest flight and rush his way to her.

Ruel wasn’t given too many details. All he was told was that his girlfriend had a drunk Uber driver, the crash was big, and her head was hurt badly. He’d never felt more helpless in his life before. And the 16-hour flight was beginning to feel like it would never end. He never slept through flights but he also never sat up staring at the home screen of the airplane monitors, either. There was no listening to music or audiobooks when his mind provided enough loud thoughts to last a lifetime. Ruel’s head felt heavy. He kept replaying their last conversation over and over again. Guilt flooded any positive bridges he tried to aid his confidence with some hope that maybe she would be okay at the end of all this. But even if her life wasn’t ending, would she even want him to be apart of it anymore?

The piercing sounds of his mental tyranny were silenced once he heard the pilot’s announcement of a successful landing. Ruel couldn’t be bothered with the idea of getting a hotel room or even trying to see what clothes he packed in the small bag he made in his rush to the airport. He knew there was a chance that he might not be able to see her at all since members outside of the family were usually prohibited from visiting ICU patients, but none of that mattered. He just needed to know what was going on. He had tried to stay in close contact with her parents and brother during his travels but between the timezones and lack of signal on the plane, he was only informed of her need for an emergency brain surgery that night. It was almost 8 am when he arrived so he assumed that she would be asleep if she was even out of the procedure by then.

He was immediately met with Y/N’s younger brother in the lobby of the hospital. Ruel knew something was off by how quiet her brother was being in the elevator. When he saw him click one of the highest buttons on the navigation panel, he immediately questioned what the letters “SC” stood for. His suspicions were gone as soon as they made it to the floor and he read the sign ahead of him which said “Special Cases Unit.”

Her mother was more than ecstatic to see him and embraced him with a huge hug when she caught view of the two boys.

“I’m so glad you’re here…...I’m so sorry, I don’t even know what happened.” She was struggling to speak in between sobs. Ruel rubbed her back while his heart broke right along with hers. She finally pulled back to look up into his swollen eyes.

“Is she...okay?” His thick accent was amplified and Adam's apple quivered as he tried to choke back his own cries. Her mom fell back into her seat as if her body couldn’t take anymore and Y/N’s father stepped in to answer Ruel’s question.

“She’s okay, physically. She woke up about two hours after the procedure. But she’s not...there all of the way.” The concerned look in Ruel’s eyes turned into confusion and it felt as though all of the worse case scenarios that he imagined were becoming a reality.

“What-what does any of this mean? Did the brain surgery not go well? What’s wrong with her?”

“She doesn’t know who we are.”

His world seemed as if it were crashing down around him. His vision grew cloudy as it did when he initially got the phone call with the news of the crash, but he tried to pay as close enough attention to what was being told to him so that he could do whatever needed to be done. Ruel always feared losing the ones he loved, but he never imagined any of them being taken away from him in this manner. This felt all so...torturous. As if there was a higher being up above pulling the strings of coincidence and having a huge laugh at his expense.

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Everything appeared to be light when he walked into the recovery room. Like the entire room was covered in a comforting aura, not too different from the way Y/N had of making someone feel with her presence before the accident.

Her bedding was covered with her favorite blue quilt, her feet were exposed but covered in adorable fuzzy sheep socks. Ruel assumed she was sleeping by the silence in the room. He grabbed one of the couch chairs, scooted it closer towards her bedside, and decided to take a nap. Her mother had already extended an invitation for him to spend as much time as he wanted in there since they would have a lot to talk about and she could see the exhaustion worn out on his face from the sudden travels taken.

Y/N’s head was turned to the other side of the room, but he could see that it was wrapped in fresh gauze from the procedure. He didn’t want to get in her face and startle her if she woke up since she didn’t know who he was. However, Ruel found himself restless as he awaited the moment he would get to “meet” his girlfriend. Another part of him was thanking fate for granting him a chance to relive their relationship without regrets. He thought about what he would do differently. He thought about whether or not she would even want to be with him in the first place. She did before, and he was still the same person, so nothing should have changed. Hopefully it didn’t.

The back and forth in his head was hushed with the soft coo of her voice. He hadn’t even noticed that she had turned around to look at him.

“Hi,” she repeated with the same soft smile she had given him the first time they’d met. It was clear that she had no idea who he was. And by the rosy tint in her cheeks, she was still very much infatuated with him.

“...hi.” He tried to respond in an eager tone, but not too eager, as he didn’t want to freak her out or come on too strong. He didn’t want to seem like a creepy dude who waited at her bedside to speak with her, but that was exactly what he was.

She started to sit up in her bed and Ruel stood in concern with his arms out toward her.

“I don’t know if you should be doing that yet, you just had some major procedures.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” She gave him a hesitant look. She was obviously freaked out by the stranger sitting in front of her. The girl who was once so comfortable around him was now slowly backing away from him in small scoots as much as she could in the tiny hospital bed she laid in.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to scare you.” He was met with another blank stare from her.

“Just wanna make sure you’re comfortable.” Ruel smiled at her which granted him a smile back.

When she smiled back at him, she went to push up her glasses that were currently not on her face. Something she only did when she was nervous.

“Excuse my forwardness, but if you don’t mind, who exactly are you?”

Very forward.

The question didn’t hurt Ruel half as much as he anticipated it to. In reality, he was just grateful to be sat down talking with her at all. He could almost call it a miracle that she was still here with him but he refused to think how much worse her conditions could have been.

Instead, he simply smiled and replied, “I’m Ruel.”

“Ruel, Ruel. That’s a cool name. I’m Y/N.”

His smile grew bigger. He didn’t expect her to remember anything, let alone her own name. “Yeah, I know.”

“Oh, yeah. That makes sense,” she began to look down and play with the ring on her hand before looking up at him again with hopeful eyes.

“So how do we know each other, Ruel?”

Ruel hesitated to respond. How weird would it be to say ‘I am your boyfriend,’ to someone who you just met two minutes ago? Well, more like met you two minutes ago. She had two minutes of memories with him and he had two years of memories with her. He wasn’t some random guy taking advantage of her memory loss who was posing as her boyfriend to get close to her. Her family wouldn’t have let him get through to the room if that was the case. It’s not like she knew who they were, either.

“We were friends.”

“Friends, huh? Well okay. That’s cool. We must’ve been best friends since you’re up here to visit me this early in the morning.”

“Yeah, we were. I uh, actually got you that ring you’re wearing there,” he pointed to her left hand which sported the blue promise ring he gave her after some anniversary that he couldn’t even remember. He was shocked that she had it on.

“So you lied then, huh” Ruel’s expression turned to confusion and she erupted into laughter. “You didn’t tell me we were married, Ruel.” She pushed her imaginary glasses back again and tried to pull down the right sleeve of her sweater. This tone she had about her, he recognized it. She was flirting with him.

And then he laughed with her. Still a nervous laugh, but a laugh nonetheless.

“Hah, yeah. See the thing is, not married but we were together.”

“Together? Like, together together?”

He could only nod in response. What was he to say to her in this situation? Her reaction to this was simply going to determine the course of their relationship from there forward.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend? Is that so?” She joked in a matter-of-factly tone.

That didn’t sound like a positive tone.

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No, not at all. It’s just unbelievable.” Her face read pure disbelief.

Was she being serious? Had she no idea how crazy he was about her? Of course, she didn’t. In the early stages of their relationship, Y/N struggled with insecurities and the need for reassurance that Ruel was actually into her. He gave her all of the comfort she needed and he was more than willing to do it again. It was weird to think that she was there but not there.

“Okay well I need some proof here, Ruel.”

“Proof?”

“You can’t just hop in and say you’re my boyfriend and then not have anything to back it up on. For all I know, you could be some deranged stranger who snuck into my room and is taking advantage of my memory loss.” Huh, maybe it wasn’t as far fetched as he thought.

She ended that last statement with a proud smile which made him chuckle softly. Her expression shifted from her cheeky grin into a perplexed smirk as she hesitated to continue the conversation. He sat back down and gave her the signal to go ahead.

“Do you have any pictures of us?”

“Sure, here’s one right now,” he moved with a nervous quickness as he patted down his pants to fish for his phone out of a pocket. He motioned it towards her to grab.

It was his lockscreen. The two of them, in a room of some sort. Maybe a bedroom? He was sitting in an office chair and she sat on his lap. They were laughing at each other or something. His large hand cupped the side of her face while the other wrapped firmly around her waist. She finally looked up from the screen to take another look at him for an explanation. He was studying her intently.

“Yeah, so uh this was basically the last time you came to visit me at home. About two weeks ago. My sister took the picture. It’s one of my favorites at the moment.”

Y/N took another look at the phone screen before dropping her head low. Her eyes began to build up willowy clouds of tears and she let out a soft cry. Ruel bent his head down to meet her eyes with concern. Confusion erupted and he looked confused as to what had just happened.

“What’s wrong? Do you need me to get a nurse? What’s going on?”

Y/N sniffled and wiped her nose with the fuzzy blanket that covered her legs. When she lifted her head to meet his eyes, hers were red and puffy. Ruel stared at her with hurt in his own eyes. It looked as if he just wanted to take away any pain that she was feeling.

“I don’t remember any of it.”

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Y/N’s eyelashes fluttered open and her sleepy face morphed into a stern mug. The constant beeping from her monitors went from a soothing lullaby to an annoying alarm. She turned her head slightly to see the long haired boy staring back at her hopelessly. The fading lights from the tv in the corner of her ceiling illuminated his face. How long had she been asleep?

“you’re still here,” her voice hummed out.

He let out a low chuckle, “I am.” A clear silence hung above them. Not awkward this time, just still.

“I can leave if you want. I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“-no, no. You should stay. I like the company.”

He smiled. “Well good. Because I didn’t really plan on leaving anyways.” The silence was cut by mutual laughter.

“It’s just a little weird, though.”

Ruel tilted his head in curiosity, “What’s weird?”

“Oh, you know. Spending time with a girl who doesn’t know who you are,” her face grew into a cold smile again. She may not have remembered much but she never lost her sarcasm.

“Or anything about herself,” she added and looked down again.

“I didn’t have any other places to go in mind when I bought my plane ticket.”

“You flew out here?” He nodded. “Oh wait, you said in the picture that I came to visit you ‘at home.’ Where’s home for you?”

“Sydney, Australia. That’s where I live.”

“Ohhhhh. So that’s where the accent came from. Okay. Cool, cool.” After saying that, her lips puckered into a pout. She seemed weirdly accepting of everything. Her cute reactions to learning things about him was so entertaining to him.

“Wait, how did I end up with a boyfriend from Australia?” Her fascination in him was adorable. It was also refreshing to have this new sense of discovery between the two of them.

Ruel’s exhaustion all but faded away once he got carried away with explaining the entire story of how they met to Y/N. He answered every question that she had without hesitation. He told her everything he could think of and she listened with open ears. He talked to her until the exhaustion hit and he fell asleep mid sentence. She just laid there and watched him in admiration. He had clearly used every ounce of energy left to pay her attention and his restful state was quite angelic. His arms were crossed and he sat up in the lounge seat adjacent to the bed. His head laid to the side, lips pierced slightly opened where little snores escaped. Y/N was crushing hard.

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“Guess what I did today,” she suggested eagerly as she snatched a green bear from the bag sitting in Ruel’s lap across from her and proceeded to chew the head off.

“What’d you do?” He gave her a soft smile.

Ruel enjoyed the back and forth that they were able to enjoy. Things were starting to feel normal. In a weird, very not normal way.

“I remembered my parents.”

Ruel felt himself slightly choke on the few gummy bears he had just stuffed into his mouth. He wasn’t expecting that. It had only been two days.

“What did you remember?” He managed to get out between muffled chews. He tried to hide his disbelief. It shouldn’t have come as much of a shock to him, though. Y/N was always extra resilient in difficult times.

“As weird as it is, I remembered the most random memory of them. We were all gathered in the kitchen to help my brother. Jason, no. His name is John I think. He was sick though. And we were all trying to make him take his medicine. And then, all of a sudden, I grabbed the little cup and drank the cough syrup for him. And he got all jealous that I had drank his medicine. Then they both-both of my parents-also drank a little cup full of the medicine. He drank it so fast,” she laughed and used her hands to narrate the story.

“We never had a problem with the medicine again.” Y/N turned her head back to him and folded her hands in her lap.

Ruel stood up and began pacing the room. He was excited. “That’s good. That’s so good. I wish I would’ve been here to witness it. I bet your mom cried.” She laughed in response and confirmed his assumption.

“Well, even stalkers need rest sometimes,” she joked in reference to the new nickname she’d labeled Ruel as a stalker. That was all he did after all: stare at her and break for sleep in the hotel down the street.

Ruel floated across the room and towards her bed. He pressed his hands against the rails at the end of it. “I wonder what else you could remember if we triggered it. Do you remember what happened right before you got the memory?”

“Not really. We were just talking at it all came to me. I remembered their names and everything. It felt nice.” She nonchalantly continued to steal the gummy bears from his bag that he’d left in her lap.

Ruel looked up as if he was brainstorming up a plan to jog some more memories.

“So we just need to talk more. Maybe if I bring you some items to help bring some stuff back.”

“Items?”

“Yeah, a few things I have from you. You get kind of...emotionally attached to material things. I’ve grown quite a collection over the time we’ve spent.”

“Ooh, maybe if you could bring me a few pictures to look at. That might help.” She watched him pace around the room. It felt as if they were a team working together to solve a mystery. Or find hidden treasure. The treasure in this case were her memories. They seemed so valuable and delicate since she didn’t have them anymore.

“I have to go home in a few hours. I can bring some things when I come back.”

She looked up at him as if he’d just killed her best friend. “You’re leaving?”

“Only for a while, honey. I just have to get some things in line. I kind of left without any notice. But I plan on taking more time off to spend with you.”

“Is um...Nate gonna be okay with the amount of time you took off? That’s his name, right?”

“Hah, yeah. It’s Nate. And everyone is very understanding of the circumstances. They all just want to see you get better.” He looked up at her with optimism as he sat back down. Anytime she would bring up the outside world or his very real responsibilities, he would shut her down. Ruel was dead set on focusing just on Y/N and what she needed at all times. It made her wonder about their relationship sometimes. Made her wonder if she gave him half as much love as he gave her. Trying to somehow figure out what she did to deserve such kind people to take care of her.

“Well, tell them that I appreciate it.”

He reached out to place his hand on top of hers. His fingertips graced on top of the IV coming out of her hand. His were much larger than hers. It was kind of funny to look at. “Will do,” he remarked with a smile.

“So you don’t think there will be any consequences to the sudden break you’re taking in your career? Like, won’t the fans be disappointed?” He had told her a little about his life, but not in too much detail. All she knew was that he was a singer and he was pretty popular among teenage white girls. When he showed her some of his music online, she was shocked by the amount of success he’d acquired over such a short time period. Her favorites were “Younger” and “Don’t Cry” but she really enjoyed all of it. He loved watching her listen to his music for the first time. Well, the second first time.

He took her hand in a firm grip. “They’ll all understand. They love you almost as much as I do.” She smiled back at him. The connection was obviously still there. He always told her he loved her in middle of conversations or right before he would leave, but she never said it back. Ruel told her he understood. He understood that she didn’t want to say anything she didn’t mean. But he also explained to her that even though her feelings had gone away, his never did.

“Yeah well hopefully you can last this plane ride without leaking any other cover art to them,” she turned her head at him in a joking manner.

He laughed, “Yeah hopefully.” Ruel looked back up at her. He couldn’t believe it.

“Wait, what?” The last time Ruel took the long flight from visiting Y/N, he’d been so disoriented from lack of sleep that he accidentally posted a picture of the new cover art for an unreleased song on his story instead of sending it to a friend. He never mentioned that to her.

She looked confused. “What?”

“Y/N, you remember that? You just remembered that. The thing about the picture. How’d you remember that?”

Her smile revealed her teeth this time. “Huh, I don’t know. I guess I just did.”

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nygmobblepot-trash · 4 years ago

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S1 of gotham.

Jesus Ed is creepy as hell. Did I just gloss over that before? Like I remember honestly being mad that Kristen didn't go for Ed earlier and treated him "badly". She tried so hard to be nice while he never left her alone. Ed i understand you struggle with people skills, but you seriously need to chill. It's one thing to be made fun of because you have to spout riddles every second, but it's another to bother your coworker after she has told you countless times she is uncomfortable.

Also speaking of Ed why didn't they just give Ed the position of medical examiner or hell make him a detective. Clearly education doesn't matter because he gets the job of ME later. He's clearly very smart and solves most of the cases for Harvey and Gordon.

I also forgot how cunning Oswald is and how hard he plays everyone is Gotham. Which of course makes his decisions in s3 that more stupid but we'll get there... heavily intoxicated though.

Honestly love the dynamic of Jim and Harvey. Someone beaten and tired from the system vs someone who can think they can make a difference and save everyone.

Fish and Butch are great too. Liza didn't deserve what happened to her.

Alfred is a huge catalyst for Bruce. He's so chaotic and I love it. You want to investigate yourself? Cool. Fuck the police. Oh and if you find the dude I'll kill him for you. Also I might as well teach you how the beat the living shit out of everyone. No pussies in this house.

Also why is Selina so god damn angry all the time. Yeah I get that Bruce has no clue about the real world but he tries. He proves himself by living on the streets with her. He also doesn't get mad when she steals his shit. He actually cares for her and has never done anything to actually hurt her. He risked himself to save her countless times. Yeah he wants to know who killed his parents but he also cares about her. He proves he isn't manipulating her. Someone please help the small child.

Honestly wtf is up with babs? Like they gave her nothing to do except be rich and want to know what Jim does at work. They only gave her a personality after they made her crazy. Well not really but thats for s2.

Lee has more of a personality but falls for Jim in like .2 seconds. Which I guess happens the real world but whatever. She of course doesn't like how Jimmy walks the line. But it's gotham and you can't get shit done without being morally gray from time to time. Actually sorry I'm going back. Can anyone name one thing Lee likes? Any hobbies she has? Harvey like to drink. Gordon is always in work mode. Ed nurses stray birds back to health. Oswald takes care of his mother. Babs goes to parties alone and worries about Jim all day. Bruce does a lot of different things. What about Lee? Fuck maybe Lee was a step back. Bab just got less screen time.

Speaking of nursing birds back to life, let's talk about the totally straight friendship of ed and Oswald. Now this is me sort of jumping ahead... if the writers didn't want the relationship why did they write them like this? Honest to whatever God you pick, what the actual fuck were they thinking? Ed literally had to pick up Oswald and take him back to his place. Sow up any wounds. Probably wash him too. AND find him clothes. Look Oswald wouldn't fit into Ed's clothes. No way. Ed is a tall boy. Thus the conclusion is he had to figure out the bird's size and buy him clothes. Then this boy goes above and beyond to not only heal this angry man's body but his heart too. Why go through all that trouble? Hell he even told Oswald about the very bad thing he did.

FUCK side tangent. Kristen did not deserve what happened to her. They were so cute together too. I do honestly wish she wouldn't have reacted that way to hearing what happened to her ex. Ed was honestly just trying to help her. I'm not saying that she would have every right to get the fuck out of there or question if that was Ed's real motive. It's ironic though. Ed killed a man because he feared he would continue to hurt her or kill her. He ended up killing her on purpose to save himself. I do wonder if he allowed Kristen to leave if she would rethink he stance and either go back to him or just not report it and stay away from Ed. It would also be interesting to see how Gordon and Harvey would react. Killing Offer dorty (idc how to spell it) could be morally gray. Anyways Ed's a jackass.

Where were we? Oh yeah. So does Ed have multiple beds? Like we know he doesn't have friends so why would he pay for a two bedroom apartment? So I have to know did Oswald force him to sleep on the floor? Remember guys they're not gay for each other or anything. They just bonded and worked though some shit together and sang a song together. Sure if it was Gordon and any chick they would've fucked immediately but thats not the point. They're friends. You know how Harvey nursed Jim back to health and helped Jim continue being a detective? Also during that period they'd gaze into each other's eyes for a painful amount of time. Not to mention the part where Harvey bathed and gave Jim new clothes. Exactly like that. What that never happened? Why, because it may imply they aren't just good buddies?

Also why wasn't Ed involved in the final fight? I'd be funny if he was back up and showed up and saved them. Or was he there in the back taking notes minding his own business?

#gotham

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connorswhisk · 4 years ago

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omgcp friendship week day 6: late night conversations ft. holster and jack

for day 6 of @birlcholtz‘s prompts !

can also be found on my ao3

Funnily enough, the only times Holster really sleeps badly is when he’s so exhausted he can’t think straight. If he’s had a particularly taxing day, and both his body and his brain are worn out like crazy, and all he wants to do is crash on his bunk and stay there forever? That’s when the insomnia kicks in.

Today was a lot. The whole team’s already fucking tired because they’ve been on the road for three days nonstop. But they lost their game tonight, and that was really rough. They had been so close, too…but in the end, it wasn’t enough to cinch it.

So, morale’s pretty low at the hotel right now, and no one’s in the mood for anything, which is unfortunate, because Holster just is not sleeping right now.

He considers waking up Rans, who’s snoring in the bed next to him, but thinks better of it. He was really upset about the game (they all were), and Holster doesn’t want to throw off his balance right now. He needs his sleep.

Yeah, but do does Holster.

He looks over at the alarm clock on his bedside table - it’s almost three in the morning. Maybe he should just watch some random YouTube videos on his phone, or listen to the Glee Season Three cast album back-to-back to distract himself, but then he remembers that his earbuds are somewhere at the bottom of his suitcase, and he really doesn’t feel like looking for them right now.

Fuck it, he thinks, and gets out of bed, pulling on a hoodie and a pair of sweats and grabbing his glasses. Might as well just try and get some fresh air.

The hotel lobby is empty, except for the clerk at the front desk who must have gotten stuck on the graveyard shift. Holster waves at her, to be friendly, but she just sort of nods back at him in return and goes back to her magazine.

He’s planning to stand outside for a few minutes, check his Twitter feed, breathe, and go back in, but that plan is thrown off course when he realizes that he’s not the only person out of bed this late at night.

“Jack?”

Jack looks up at him quickly, his shoulders tensing, but seems to relax a little bit when he sees who it is. “Oh. Hey, Holster.”

“Can I sit?” Holster asks, indicating the curb.

Jack nods. “Yeah. Sure.”

Holster does. He’s not really sure what to say - it seems like he’s interrupted Jack in the middle of some very deep thoughts.

“Um.” Holster coughs. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Jack shakes his head. “Not really. You?”

Holster exhales. “Yeah, me neither.”

“Ransom asleep?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

It’s quiet for a moment. The air is chilly, biting at Holster’s face, made a little warmer with his roadie beard, but not by much. It’s silent. Really silent. Nothing but the wind seems to be moving at all. It’s kind of eerie how noiseless everything is.

Holster knows Jack is out here for the same reason he is: he’s upset about the game. Holster wouldn’t mind talking about it with him, helping Jack feel better (and helping himself feel better), but he feels a little awkward about it. He knows Jack pretty well after having played on a team with him for two and a half years, but they don’t really talk. Not about heavy stuff like this, anyway. That’s usually Shitty’s job; he and Jack are best friends, Holster and Ransom are best friends, and Lardo drifts between the four of them, seemingly fitting in anywhere.

But Holster also knows that Jack can get really stressed really easily, and he knows all about that, because his best bro is Justin Oluransi, the Living Coral Reef, and because of that, he knows how to diffuse stressful situations.

For the most part. He’s never tried it with Jack before. But he’s got to try, right? Otherwise, what kind of fucking teammate would he be?

“I’m sorry about the game,” Holster says, and he hates how the words seem all the more real when he says them aloud. He doesn’t look directly at Jack, but he can see him digging his fingers into his knees out of the corner of his eye.

“Yeah, well,” Jack says, voice sounding bitterly brittle. “You win some, you lose some, eh?”

Holster shakes his head. “Dude, I can tell you’re upset about it. Don’t try to bullshit me. It’s ok.”

Jack sighs. “We weren’t supposed to lose,” he mutters.

“Yeah,” Holster says glumly, scuffing his sneakers against the pavement. “I know we weren’t. But that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.”

Jack stiffens. “I didn’t say - “

“You were thinking it,” Holster says casually. “I know you were. You always do.”

Jack swallows. “I’m the captain - “

“And we still played a good game!” Holster exclaims. “We just fucked it up at the end, but it was still good.”

“I fucked it up at the end,” Jack whispers.

Holster glances over at him. He looks even more tired than Holster feels. His eyes are bloodshot, his forehead lined, and maybe it’s just the lighting, but right now he looks older, more like Bad Bob Zimmermann than Jack.

“You didn’t,” Holster says seriously. “It wasn’t your fault. If anything, we all fucked it up a little, and it all built up into one big fuck-up. But it wasn’t you. And we’ll do better next time.”

“Don’t you see?” Jack says louder, desperately. “I can’t - I can’t lose games, Holster, that’s just not something I’m allowed to do. If I ever want to make it back to where I was, I - “ He swallows. “I need to do better.”

Holster shakes his head. “You know you’re the best captain I’ve ever had, right?”

Jack laughs hollowly. “Yeah, ok.”

“No, I’m serious. I’ve never had a captain who gets hockey the way you do. It’s like you’ve been doing it your whole life. You have been doing it your whole life, and you’re good at it, and I know that if you asked anyone on this team, they’d say the exact same thing. Ransom thinks so. I know Shitty thinks so. Even Bitty would agree.”

Jack shakes his head. “I just need to - “

“Hey,” Holster says, knocking Jack’s shoulder with his own. “You don’t need to do anything. Dude, you’re going to get back into the professional leagues regardless. You’re Bad Bob’s fucking son! You’re so good at hockey, it should be illegal. You’re not a bad captain, you’re not a bad player, and this isn’t your fault.”

Jack smiles then. He actually smiles, and the tension seems to leak out of his shoulders a little, just like it does for Ransom when Holster’s helping him study for his bio exams, and Holster knows that he’ll be all right.

“Ok,” Jack says quietly. “Ok, Birkholtz.”

Holster grins. “Fuck yeah, dude.”

Jack laughs to himself, and then asks, “Can I - Can I get a hug?”

Holster blinks. “A hug?”

Jack looks sort of embarrassed. “I don’t know, dude, you just give good hugs,” he says sheepishly.

Holster laughs. “Dude, I know. I was just surprised you wanted one. You’re usually a no-touching kind of guy.”

“I know,” Jack sighs. “But I’d really like one right now.”

Holster smiles. “Sure thing.”

As it turns out, Jack Zimmermann gives pretty good hugs, too, whether he knows it or not.

#omgcpfriendshipweek #my writing #my post #character: holster #character: jack zimmermann #fandom: omgcp

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 4 years ago

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another mood

I was in the mood to do this. I know. I’m pathetic. I have asks, yet I’m not doing them. I will get to them.

SO, there’s this person on Deviantart called MontyTH, and basically has an OC of this little hedgehog that’s supposed to be Sonic’s little brother. (Lmao he actually looks like a SonAmy fanchild though) So, that inspired me to make this!

PLEASE READ THIS PART:

Monty is kind of a blueish-periwinkle color, with three bangs just like Amy’s. He has emerald eyes just like Sonic. Sonic is overprotective of him, and gets jealous when someone else gets his attention.

Ages:

Amy: 16

Sonic: 19

Monty: 9

Basically anyone else:

Female: same as Amy’s.

Male: Same as Sonic’s.

“Hey Monty! I’m home! I have someone with me! Come down, I want you to meet her!” Her? What did he mean, her? Monty went down the stairs, and found his brother, Sonic the Hedgehog, with a pretty hot pink hedgehog.

“Hi big bro! Who’s she?” Monty asked, gesturing out to the lady next to him.

“Monty, remember Amy Rose?” Sonic asked. Monty remembered his number one fangirl. She would always chase after Sonic, always begging him to marry her. It was quite annoying, really. However, Monty couldn’t say that out loud. Sonic had taught him to be nice to everyone.

“Yeah. She was your friend.” Monty simply said. He was about to say ‘fangirl,’ but stopped himself before he could say it.

“Well, now she’s back, and she’s more than just a friend now!” His big brother exclaimed. “I introduce you, Amy Rose! My first girlfriend!” Earlier, Sonic had his arm around her covered waist. Monty looked at her. She was practically unrecognizable! Her quills had grown to her back, she wore studs on her cute little ears. She was wearing a red cropped sweatshirt, and she she had a rose pendant around her neck. She wore a black shirt under the crop top. She wore skinny jeans and a pair of red converse.

“Hey there, Monty!” She giggled. “You probably wouldn’t recognize me, seeing that I was very annoying as a kid, but don’t worry, I won’t take your big bro away!” Amy said in a loving voice, like she was a doting mother praising her child. Monty liked how she changed.

“I sure hope not!” Monty replied. Amy giggled once again, and Monty decided that he liked her and thought she was great for Sonic. “So she’s your girlfriend?” He questioned, turning to Sonic. He nodded.

“And she won’t be able to get rid of me that easily!~” Sonic chirped, nuzzling his head into the crook of Amy’s neck. Amy chuckled.

“After years of chasing you, of course I’d hold on to you forever!” Amy cheekily replied, nuzzling back. Monty found this a bit awkward, just standing there as his brother and his old stalker were starting to get intimate. He cleared his throat, hoping they would notice that he was still in the room. They quickly separated, and blushed.

“Uh, well, I’ll go get all of us a quick snack. Monty, can you please take Amy to the living room?” Sonic commanded him. Monty saluted him, and took Amy’s hand.

“What spell have you used to make Sonic fall for you?!” Monty demanded out in surprise. Amy flinched, not expecting the sudden outburst.

“Spell? I’m not a witch, Monty. You know that.” Amy stated while smirking.

“Your face is saying something else.” Monty crossed his arms, tapping his foot, copying his brother when he would get impatient.

“Monty, are you not happy that Sonic finally has someone to love? And that someone actually loves him back?” Amy inquired, but Monty wouldn’t have it.

“Are you saying my brother doesn’t, ugh, love me?” Amy was taken by surprise again.

“No! I meant love, romantically! He loves you so very much, and you have a big piece in his heart. All I ask, is that if I can have a piece of yours?” Amy gently questioned him.

“...Why?” He seemed a bit disturbed as to why she would want to be friends with him.

“You’re a really nice kid. Who wouldn’t want to be friends with you? You’re adorable and I love making new friends. Last time you saw me, I was some brat who only wanted Sonic to myself, and I would kill anybody who got near Sonic. I’m not like that anymore. I mean, I would kill any flirters who got near Sonic.” Amy darkly chuckled.

“Uhm, still as...hyper as always?” Monty tried to lighten up the atmosphere, indirectly asking if she was still crazy.

“Not really, I only act crazy when someone does something I hate, or when they abuse any of my friends’ names.” Amy responded, as if she was prepared for that question. “Anyways, has Twinkle Park changed? I haven’t been there in a long time.” She asked, hoping he’d offer to go with her so they could bond.

“Yeah, they added some more exciting rides there, I go all the time with my friends. We can go there tomorrow and I could show you!” Monty exclaimed, ecstatic to go on the newest ride, that only he and a few other knew about. “But you’ll have to wake up early, we have to be the first ones at the park!” He added, while Amy nodded.

“I can’t wait!” Amy replied in the same tone as him. Sonic comes back and hands them some snacks and Monty goes back to his room to give the couple some privacy, because he saw Sonic’s hand going down her back...

They started to make-out aggressively, Amy on the bottom and Sonic at the top. Sonic bit her lip begging for entrance, and Amy happily accepted. They were like that for a few minutes before they heard Monty yell out in disgust. Amy left, after trying not to give in to Sonic’s pleads to sleep with him. (not like that!)

The next day, Amy and Monty went to Twinkle Park, and were on the new ride, which was called “The Thrill Seeker,” which Amy admitted wasn’t as thrill seeking as being in Sonic’s arms when he’s running, but they enjoyed it. Then came one of those prize-winning game with the hammer, and Amy showed off her strength with her own hammer, breaking the game altogether. She won a stuffed Sonic, and yelled out “AMY ROSE IS BACK, BABY!” until a couple of Eggman’s robots (which were automatically programmed to attack without Eggman in sight) decided to attack Twinkle Park, but Amy and her iconic hammer saved the day.

‘She looked so cool, no wonder Sonic loves her so much!’ Monty thought, as she appeared out of the smoke, her hair dancing with the wind. He gasped loudly. Then, it was time to go back home. Amy insisted that she go with him so nothing happens. Monty didn’t mind; Amy was now his new guardian angel. Well, not exactly “Guardian,” because Sonic was, but still, he was super thankful for her. As soon as they got home, Sonic pounced on them, asking if they were alright, and if anything happened. Monty proceeded to tell him about how Amy single-handedly took down Eggman’s robots, and made Amy blush by how heroic he made her sound.

Sonic seemed impressed, and that made Amy’s heart soar to the heavens. Monty went up to his room to text all of his friends what he had experienced. Sonic smirked at Amy and pulled her into his room. They made out once again, but with Sonic being fast, attempted to pull her shirt up before Amy knee-ed him at the crotch. (DUDE I WANT TO WRITE LEMONS SO BADLY FUCK TUMBLR’S POLICIES)

“Sonic, your brother is upstairs, he could hear us! And, I won’t let you go any farther until you propose!” Amy declared. Sonic’s sexy smile dropped.

“Amyyyy, you’re only 16! You need a legal guardian to allow you to get married.” Sonic pointed out.

“Then you can ask Rouge if you can have my hand in marriage! She took ‘responsibility’ of me, since I’m still kind of a minor.” Amy rolled her eyes. “I moved in with Blaze and Rouge, so I’m closer to everyone!” She told him in a happy tone. He was happy too, he got to spend more time with his beautiful girlfriend...

TIME SKIP TO MOTHER’S DAY :DDDDDDDD

During the time passing, Monty and Amy took the time to have fun by going out to eat, take a drive, train Monty because Sonic was scared something would happen if he used his thunder powers (it fits him, I don’t think MontyTH gave him a power). And he also told her about things that happen in school, and Amy always gives him advice on how to handle it.

Then came Mothers’ Day, the day to celebrate mother figures everywhere, whether it be your mother, your sister, your teacher, anyone. Monty never knew his mother, because she died when Sonic was only 10 and Monty was a newborn. Sonic looked everywhere for an opportunity to give his little brother the life he deserved. He became a hero, earned a lot of money, got a house, sent his brother to school, gave him the life he deserves. He didn’t have a mother, but Sonic tried to be everything for him.

Monty decided to celebrate with Amy for Mothers’ Day, seeing as she was his brother’s girlfriend, and he could trust her with anything. She was his mother-figure, as well as a sister-figure, as Sonia wasn’t around because she had become queen. Monty texted ‘Happy Mothers’ Day Amy!!!!💕💕💕💕🌹” as soon as he woke up, and as soon as he sent it, he heard someone’s phone get a notification downstairs. He ran down to find Amy wearing one of Sonic’s cotton shirts, crying with a smile as she looked at her phone. She saw Monty and squeezed the living daylights out of him, and kissed his forehead.

“T-Thank you so much! I’m so honored that you think of me as your mother! I love you so much!” She kissed him all over his face like some doting aunt would to her nephews and nieces.

“You’re welcome!” He managed to say, all of his breath being taken out. She let him catch his breath, before he asked her something. “Where’s Sonic?”

“On his morning run.” That got Monty confused.

“But, he usually goes when I go to school?” He said, not sure why his schedule changed.

“It’s because he doesn’t want to leave you home alone, but since I’m here, he gets to do it early.” She blushed intensely, thinking of what they had done last night. “Also, someone’s going to get another big sister~!” Amy’s voice chimed melodiously. Monty tilted his head in confusion. She stuck her hand out to reveal a diamond encrusted ring on her finger. Monty’s eyes widened in shock and happiness.

“You and Sonic are getting married?! Yes!” Monty yelled and threw and a fist up into the air. Amy giggled and nodded. Sonic zipped back into the room and ruffled up Monty’s quills and kissed Amy’s cheek. He put a hand around on her waist, representing that she was his. Amy sighed in content.

“Whatcha guys talking about?” Sonic asks, taking his hand off of her and grabbing a plate of toast that was on the counter. “Amy told me that you proposed to her!” Monty exclaimed, running around, streaks of lightening traveling through his quills. He jumped onto Amy, who would’ve almost fell back if Sonic wasn’t behind her. She happily wrapped her arms around Monty and hugged him back.

“Yup! Rouge, her guardian, said that I have to wait until she’s 18 to get married, but for now, she’s engaged to me.” Sonic informed him. Monty nodded in understanding and went upstairs to talk to his friend on Discord. Amy turned to Sonic and grinned. Before they were about to kiss, they heard the doorbell ring. Sonic answered it, and found Rouge standing there with some documents.

“Here’s the papers, like I said, she’s not getting married until she’s eighteen.” Rouge simply stated and waved at Amy. “Here’s some of your clothes, hun!” She wheeled a suitcase into the house and flew away. Amy hugged Sonic from the back, avoiding his quills and nuzzling him in the neck. He turned around and kissed her.

“I love you, babe.” Her muffled voice could be heard saying. Sonic’s heart felt like it leaped right out of his chest, but kept his happiness contained.

“I love you more.~” Sonic replied.

“Says the one who’s been running away from me since I was eight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“I was an immature boy back then, I’m a responsible adult now!”

“...Last night told a different story.”

“How do I even reply to that, Ames?!”

“Say I won.”

“No.”

#sonamy story #sonamy fanfic #sonamy fanfics #sonamy #sonamy fanfiction #sonic and amy #sonic the hedgehog #amy rose #lyra ze hedgie boiii #sonic #sonamy auish

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