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hey-kae · 2 years ago

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Newfound Jealousy

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x female reader

Request: read here

Warnings: Language, possessive & jealous Charles, oral sex (male & female receiving), slight hair pulling, edging, unprotected sex, mentions of alcohol, probably poorly proofread.

a/n: i need holy water, that is all… But can we please go back to the Australian GP? Please?

The door slammed shut behind you, making you - and probably half of the hotel floor's residents - jump at the sound as your champagne soaked boyfriend took his anger out on the poor thing.

Not willing to back down, you stormed in in front of him, tossing your purse and phone onto the bed and heading directly for the bathroom until Charles’ firm grip on your wrist interrupted your trajectory.

It was the Australian Grand Prix.

Charles had won with an impressive lead of over 20 seconds so, naturally, you'd think he'd be over the moon about that. Instead, he had chosen to get pissed over a bunch of tweets he had somehow found the time to see throughout the day. Those tweets included words and pictures Charles wasn't really happy about, pictures of you with Daniel Ricciardo's family and even with Danny himself around the paddock before the race and even after it while your boyfriend was busy with his media duties, taking longer than Daniel had since he was the winner.

You and Daniel had history. That was a secret to practically nobody.

Everyone knew about that, what undeniably made walking through the paddock with Charles awkward and attention-attracting, tens of cameras flashing every time you made an appearance with him. Apparently, the fact that you were still friends with Daniel and still treated his family like your own was just as interesting to the public. To you however, it was rather natural.

After all, you and the Australian driver had started out as best friends and went back to that after the break up since the two of you realized the relationship was one of two friends who occasionally had amazing sex, neither of you being romantically in love with the other.

In fact, it was Daniel who set you up with Charles after the break up, taking the chance of the three of you hanging out at an afterparty to leave you alone with the monégasque driver who he had noticed always managed to made you blush with a simple smile.

On the way back from the track, Charles was fuming and you still had no idea why, that was until he tossed you his phone while he was speeding unreasonably, weaving like a maniac between the cars on the highway in a way that sure would've given you a heart attack had it been anyone else driving.

On the screen of the little device you were met with pictures of you and Danny's family and one of you and Daniel himself in which he was laughing and talking to him mother while practically using your shoulder as an arm rest.

The comments and replies varied between sorts of:

i hope they're getting back together!!!

Her relationship with his fam is adorable ngl

Yeah her and dan >>> with leclerc it's just weird imo

Those statements gave you instant flashbacks to when you and Charles were getting harassed for your relationship when you first went public, you getting slut shamed while he got called a home wrecker.

Despite everything, it was unreasonable that Charles was reacting like that to something as insignificant as that, especially since he was perfectly fine with your relation to the Ricciardos and he was fully aware that whatever people say on the internet was in no way gonna affect your lives.

However, as you swiped through the screenshots on his phone, Charles' weird behavior from the whole day suddenly made sense. It seemed like he had been seeing and hearing comments like these since before the race, what would explain the agressive kiss he gave you when you went to wish him luck in his garage, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as his hand slipped into your back pocket, all while cameras were filming from the entrance of the garage, trying to capture good shots of the car. Then, the other similar kiss he gave you as soon as he saw you after the race, before the fight had started. It was also unusual, the way his hand was always in yours or his arm around you shoulders or his lips pecking your cheek or forehead, PDA never having been his thing as far as you knew. He had even told an interviewer who approached him as the two of you were leaving that "I just want to enjoy the win with my girlfriend right now, sorry." declining the middle aged man and his camera crew of an interview.

Therefore, it was safe to assume that Charles wasn't really okay with how close you were with Danny and his family at the moment, especially since he was furiously looking at you, his lips pursed as he held you in place, preventing you from moving away from him.

"Charles, you just won a race, for fuck's sake. You're really ruining that over some stupid tweets?" You tried calming him down, but all was in vain.

"You're telling me you are okay with what you read?" He snapped.

"What? No, of course not. What i am saying is that you shouldn't ruin your happiness from the win over something so... insignificant!" You waved your free hand exaggeratedly, stressing your point, only to receive an unexpected chuckle from Charles.

"Don't get me started on that, amore." He huffed, "You didn't even watch the podium because you were still with Grace."

"I did watch the podium and i was so happy for-"

"Yeah from the fucking back!" His voice rose, "From the back comme si t'as honte d'être ma copine." ...like you're ashamed to be my girlfriend. He regained his composure but spitted the words with so much anger.

"Charles, what has gotten into you?! I'm yours, have been for months now and i'm fucking proud to be! And I was so happy for you but didn't want to squeeze past all the crowd." You told the truth.

You were in fact with Daniel's mother. You had watched the race with her, what caused you to arrive to the podium celebration when it was already far too crowded.

"Show me, then." Charles pulled you to his chest. "Fait bon usage de cette bouche." Put that mouth to good use. "How about that?" His hands were now firm on your waist, pulling you in until there wasn't any space for even thin air between the two of you.

You didn't even need to think it through. Your hands slid down his Ferrari polo, all the way to the hem, feeling the contrast between the plain spots of fabric and the glossy sponsor logos before pulling it over his head, knocking off the red cap in the process. Your lips were immediately on his neck, tasting a slight note of champagne still on his skin as you pushed him back onto the mattress and climbed on top of him, littering open mouthed kisses down his body, on his collarbones then his chest and abs until you reached the top of his pants.

You momentarily stopped and looked up at him, finding him already staring at you with an agape mouth as he supported himself on his elbows so he could have a nice view of you.

"Hurry up." He taunted, his fingers getting lost in your hair as he sat up on the edge of the bed, pushing you down a bit so you were kneeling in front of him.

You unbuttoned and unzipped the pants before hooking your hand onto their hem, taking them off along with his boxers, leaving you facing his hard cock as he intently watched.

"Je sais pas tu attends quoi, amore. Ouvre." I don't know what you're waiting for, my love. Open. He tapped his tip on your lips when he thought you were taking too long to do anything, waiting for you to open up your mouth for him, so you did.

You wrapped your lips around him, deciding it was best that you avoid riling him up more for now.

However, you still kept your movements slow, knowing it would only be a matter of seconds before he would take matters onto his own hands. You twirled your tongue along his tip, allowing him to slide further into your mouth until he was almost touching the back of your throat but not further than that, moving your head back up then.

It was less than a minute before Charles objected.

"God, you're torturing me today. I know you can take it all so why won't you?" He bucked his hips up, his hand wrapping around your hair to hold your head in place as he pushed himself further down your throat, grunting as he did so, the sight of you gagging on his cock with your eyes teary doing an amazing job at reminding him that he was the one you chose.

Deep down, you knew that this was the reaction you'd get from him when you were practically teasing him by not fully taking him into your mouth.

His head dropped back when you hollowed your cheeks around him, the sounds he was making being enough for you to moan yourself, the vibrations of you doing so driving him mad.

"Ah, putain. Tu aime ça beaucoup, il me semble." Oh, fuck. You love this a lot, it seems. He staggered, stopping to moan again, "Tu aime m'avoir dans ta bouche, n'est-ce pas?" You love having me in your mouth, don’t you? He got you to look at him using the hand that was tangled into your hair, pulling your head back until your eyes met his.

Your mouth still full of him, the sight driving him insane, you nodded in response and groaned before carrying on.

"Good." Charles exhaled and went back to guiding your movements while you bobbed your head up and down, listening to your boyfriend's moans with satisfaction as they became more frequent, eventually turning to whimpers as he felt his release nearing.

His hold on your hair tightened as his head fell back, his eyes screwing shut once he felt himself just on the edge of letting go.

"Fuck." He groaned and whimpered your name breathlessly seconds before you felt him cum in you mouth, fisting the sheets by his side with his free hand.

Swallowing, you grabbed onto his thigh for leverage and got up, watching as Charles caught his breath and taking advantage of that time to get rid of your own shirt and pants, leaving only your underwear on since you knew Charles loved taking care of that.

Seeing that you were now practically naked, Charles patted the bed and gestured for you to lay down, the look on his face nowhere near innocent.

The second you were next to him on the mattress, he spread your legs apart and held them in that position with his body. His eyes locked with yours, his hand trailing up your thigh torturously slow as he seemed to be captivated by the feeling of the goosebumps rising on your skin under his touch. He loved it so much when you were so desperate to have his hands on you and even more when you would try to hide that from him only for your body to betray you.

He kept up those movements until he felt the material of you panties under his fingertips, right on your hips so he slipped his hands under it, caressing your soft skin at a soft pace that had you squirming in anticipation.

However, his anger was still taking ahold of his thoughts and actions, the words he had read flashing in the back of his mind every few minutes, making him want to tease you this time, to hear you whine and whimper his name and desperately ask for more, just as you were already starting to do.

"Charles, please."

"Already, baby?" He chuckled, moving his hand back down and leaning down to kiss you before you could complain. His lips on yours were distracting enough for now, the needy pace taking your mind off his ghost touch for now, leaving you to focus on the way his tongue was fighting its way into your mouth while your breathing turned heavy and your body arched into his, subconsciously begging him to give you anything. Instead, he moaned into the kiss, turning you on even more and not giving you any relief for now.

You moved your hands, running them up his arms until they wrapped around his back, your nails digging into the skin when he ground his hips against yours, making just enough friction to tease you before pulling away to see your reaction, your eyes basically already pleading him.

Back to his kneeling position now, he traced his fingers down the inside of your thigh, passing them briefly on your clothed crotch, listening to your heavy breathing as he did so.

"Baby..." you groaned, slightly annoyed with him now.

"Uh-uh." He shook his head no, running his finger on the lower elastic of your panties, barely grazing your pussy through the fabric with an extremely soft, barely-there shaky touch.

"Why are you doing this, Charles?" You asked with genuine curiosity.

He shrugged, not sparing you even a glance, "Satisfaction personnelle." Personal satisfaction.

His eyes were glued onto the movements of his fingers, only looking away to watch how you were clutching the bedsheets whenever he got a bit too close to where you needed him.

"I did nothing wrong and you know it. Fucking hell, i never even loved him romantically and-" your breath caught when he moved a finger to run along your slit, trying to shut you up while still lost in his trance, but you continued, "- here you are acting like a possessive asshole."

"Why did you stay with him for so long then?" Charles asked, both his hands now on your thighs, his eyes full of lust as they raked over your body.

You didn't want to answer that. If anything, the reply would anger him more and you weren't gonna lie to him. You pursed your lips and looked away, only for Charles to grab your face and get you to face him again.

"Tell me, amore."

"The sex... it was good." You blurted out.

Charles' reaction wasn't what you expected. He let out a small laugh while he tugged on your panties.

"Alright. Then, i'll have to make sure you forget about fucking anyone but me by the end of this."

Charles was actually surprised at himself, at how jealous he was getting over you, never having discovered this side of his personality in previous relationships.

But before he knew it, he had thrown your panties to the floor and was already sucking on your clit, holding your thighs apart and looking up at you as your back arched and you bit onto your lip, trying to contain your moans.

You didn't know what he was planning. It didn't even register, how fast he had gotten rid of your underwear but you sure felt it, the way he seemed to get lost in what he was doing and the reactions he was getting out of you, his tongue moving between your folds like he wasn't planning to stop anytime soon.

Charles, when eating you out, always allowed your body to guide him and this was no exception.

He started off with small kitten licks onto your clit, his fingers digging into your thighs as he attempted to still them into their position by his sides. He kept that up until he felt your hand grip onto his shoulder while you started squirming at his teasing. Only then, he wrapped his lips around the sensitive nub, earning himself a throaty moan from you, your head digging back into the pillow while he resisted the urge to smirk.

"Fuck, Charles." You moaned and Charles felt you move your hand from his shoulder to his hair, slightly pulling on it instinctively as the pleasure he was giving you bubbled in the pit of your stomach.

He maintained that, keeping a steady pace until your breaths turned into low whimpers so he pushed his tongue into you, feeling your walls immediately tighten around it before he started simultaneously toying with your clit, knowing that would have you arching your back and get you closer to your orgasm.

Sure enough, he felt you bucking your hips off the bed, pushing yourself against his mouth while you forced your head off the mattress to watch the way he was so captivated by pleasing you, what lead to a string of moans to slip past your lips, causing him to groan against your entrance himself, the feeling of him doing so making you subconsciously push yourself up the bed, only to be held in your spot by his strong arms.

"Charles, oh my god." Your hold on his locks tightened as you felt yourself seconds away from your orgasm.

However, it felt like chasing a high but getting a wave of withdrawal instead.

Charles moved away, kissing the inside of your thigh now, ruining your orgasm and leaving your pussy pulsating and your legs shaking while you panted heavy breaths, trying to calm yourself down before you pushed yourself off the bed, looking down at him questioningly, his eyes, still having hints of anger, immediately staring back at you while he continued to litter kisses on your skin.

The look he gave you almost made you shiver, his expression telling you not to question him further, the bite he delivered onto your thigh sealing the deal and making you drop back onto the mattress.

The second you did, you felt his tongue back between your folds, this time flat against your clit, making you jolt and attempt to close your legs, only for his hands to force them open wider.

That is when you knew you were in for a long night, that he would probably want to take out his anger like this.

Charles rarely was like this during sex, only when he was going out of his way to prove a point and tonight, he was doing just that.

"Charles-" you shakily whimpered, his name slowly becoming the only word on your mind as he easily pushed two fingers inside you because of how wet you were. The room filled with the sounds of his tongue lapping at your arousal and his fingers being relentlessly thrusted into you in a rushed pace, the soft whimpers that you were slowly losing control over perfectly complementing those sounds while Charles blissfully ate you like he was craving it.

"Please, Charles. Let me cum." You whined when you felt the high start to build up again but Charles seemed like he couldn't even hear you, too drawn into tasting you to acknowledge anything else.

To him, the sounds you were making were mostly white noise, his focus completely on the movements of his fingers and tongue, the words spilling out of your mouth not registering unless they were alarming as he felt you squeeze at his digits, your body practically at his mercy, begging him for anything he was willing to give.

He would only let you cum once he's had enough and he was just getting started.

He listened with great satisfaction as you repeated his name over and over, with every movement of his fingers inside you until your voice started breaking, turning back to whimpers just as your thighs tensed under his clutch. That's when he pulled away and watched you writhing on the bed, not a word leaving his mouth as he did so.

His eyes never left your figure until you stilled on the white duvet, your breathing heavy and your eyes forcefully shut closed for a few seconds that had caused worry to start forming in his chest.

"Why the fuck are you doing this?" You startled him just as he was gonna ask if you were okay.

"Je t'ai dis, satisfaction personnelle." I told you, personal satisfaction. He watched as you wrapped your arms around your stomach, only for him to grab your hands in his and pin them above your head as his lips met yours again just when he lowered his body onto yours, his other hand slipping behind your back, undoing your bra and quickly getting rid of that last barrier.

You tried to focus on kissing him, telling yourself that it was enough for now but the pulsing of your pussy never ceased, needing a release so desperately and needing to feel Charles inside you even more.

"Please, Charles." You said against his lips but he was completely unfazed by your words. Instead, he reached between the two of you, lightly pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers, doing nothing but making you feel more desperate for him to stop teasing you. However, that was all he gave you for now, his lips sloppy against yours, his hand toying with your nipple while both of your arms were still pinned away by his free one.

A slight layer of sweat was starting to form against your skin while Charles bit on your lower lip, causing to groan just as he pinched your nipple again before he trailed his hand lower, his light touch raising goosebumps all on your skin in its wake as his fingers traced a line down to your crotch, stopping there and teasingly caressing your skin.

He broke the kiss and locked eyes with your hazy ones, the "please" you were endlessly repeating to him getting ignored for a few seconds before his fingers finally found your clit, forcing a straggled breath out of you that Charles took pleasure in hearing.

The speed in which he was moving his hand was overwhelming. You were speechless and soundless, just biting onto your lip, your eyes squeezed shut as Charles took control over you thoughts and body. But then, he would suddenly slow down but push his fingers harder against the sensitive bud as he relentlessly moved them in circles, just like he know you loved and before he knew it, your hips were rolling onto his hand, his name escaping your lips in small whines.

You were practically seeing stars because of how hard your eyes were shut, the only thought in your head is wondering if you'd get to cum this time but even the thought was interrupted by Charles regaining the previous fast pace, circling his fingers messily around your clit.

By now, you were already desperate for any relief so you thought you could maybe hide it from Charles when your orgasm neared.

You kept that in mind, even as you lost yourself in his touch as he ever-so-lightly tapped on your clit now, the moans sounding like heavy, squeaky breaths as they forced themselves past your closed your lips. Before you knew it, your walls were contracting, the pleasure building up with every circle Charles drew between your folds. The heels of you feet dug into the bed as you instinctively pushed yourself off the bed. Biting onto your lip wasn't even enough anymore, your hands, now free of Charles' hold clutched onto his back, your nails clawing at his skin in a way that would've concerned you for him any other time.

With that, the attempt to hide the orgasm from him was deemed a failure. He pulled his hands away from your pussy and moved them to roll both nipples between his fingers while your back arched off the bed and you cursed him out.

"Fucking hell, Charles." You yelped as he pinched the sensitive hardened nubs, "I hate you."

"Sure, you do." He replied, watching how there was a layer of sweat on your forehead, glistening under the fluorescent light of the hotel bedroom.

Seeing that you had already recovered lead him to push two fingers into your clenched pussy, feeling how tight your walls were squeezed immediately. Meanwhile, you clutched the pillow by your side like your life depended on it, the sensitivity really getting to you now, the look on Charles' face not making you feel any better at the moment.

That thought lost its place in your mind as he pushed his fingers further in and started moving them in a beckoning motion, his fingertips discovering your deepest, most sensitive spots with burning urgency before he pulled the two digits out and went back in with three, his eyes attentively watching that as if he was mesmerized by the way his fingers were repeatedly disappearing inside you.

In return, you watched him in fascination, your eyes glossy as they stayed glued on his face and his parted lips as he watched his fingers fuck you.

"Merde..." you heard him exhale, blinking himself out of the trance and picking up speed, adding to your pleasure by doing so.

He was getting desperate to be inside you, to feel your warmth around him, to have you squeezing his cock while he pushed himself as deep inside you as possible. In fact, he had started fantasizing about that even as he had his fingers pushing repeatedly into you, rubbing your sensitive spot in a way that was making your whole body shudder. His daydream didn't last long since he felt your thighs close on his hand, breaking him out of his thoughts.

"I know you can take it, baby." He said and he forced you legs back apart, his anger slowly dissolving now.

"Charles - fuck - please. Please, baby." He didn't reply to that, however. He just slowed down his movements, feeling that you were close, making your vision cloud with tears, your hand wrapping around his wrist, desperately trying to keep him going but he pulled his fingers out and looked up at you, shaking against the plush mattress.

Your teary eyes instantly worried him, snapping him out of the trance that had taken over him for the last hour, making him wonder why he was so angry with you.

"Shit, are you okay?" He grabbed both your hands and helped you into a sitting position before going to wipe a tear that had rolled down your cheek.

You nodded, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearm.

"Can't anymore, though." Your words were breathy and your voice hoarse.

Charles wrapped you in a hug, his hand in your hair as he kept whispering that he was sorry.

"Je suis désolé, bébé." I’m sorry, baby. He rocked you, giving you a kiss on the head.

"It's okay, stop apologizing." You hugged him back, "I don't mind doing things like that with you but i do mind it when you let dumb words get to you that much." You tilted up your head and kissed along his jaw.

"I'm sorry, you're right." His hand was now tracing small, soothing patterns onto your back while you snuggled closer into him, the smell of champagne still on his skin, reminding you of his victory.

"You really ruined a win for nothing... I never knew you were the jealous type, anyway."

"It's not ruined and i didn't know either. You just bring out new sides of me." He lifted up your head and kissed you passionately and very differently from the way he had been doing today.

The constant ache of need that you were feeling was still strong and you still needed him to do something about it so if relieved you when he pushed you back so you were laying down again, his body lodged between your legs, his hard cock poking you.

"How about i make it up to you, amore? Ça pourra être notre petite célébration aussi." It can also be our little celebration. He thankful suggested and you instinctively pulled him down closer.

"Please." You groaned.

That was all it took for him to wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to your entrance, slowly pushing into you, the both of you gasping with every extra inch that slipped in until he was bottoming out inside you, his tip poking at your g-spot with enough force that it was already pleasurable. He allowed you to adjust for a second before he pulled out and back in with greater ease now since your wetness was now coating his cock.

"Putain, tu te sent formidable autour de moi, bébé." Fuck, you feel so good around me, baby. He moaned, your walls already tight around him due to the sensitivity you were experiencing.

You watched his pleasure-hooded eyes as they glistened and his pink parted lips just as he rolled back into you with increased intensity. Your arms were wrapped around him, roaming around his back while he fucked you.

Soon enough, he noticed the way you were staring at him with fascination, causing him to give you a drunken smile midst the pleasure before lowering his face to peck your lips.

"Je t'aime. Beaucoup." I love you. A lot. He practically groaned.

The only word on your mind was now his name. He was fucking out every last thought you had but somehow, you still managed to mumble the words back to him, even when you felt the burning sensation nearing.

"Je t'aime aussi." I love you too. You said the words and bit down on your lip, feeling yourself just on the edge.

"Let it all go, amore." Charles quickly caught on and picked up his pace to get you there quicker.

You nodded and dug your head back, letting out a high pitched moan as your body got the release it had been anticipating for far too long now, whimpering out Charles' name repeatedly while he fucked you through the orgasm, only stopping once you were riding down the high.

His concerned eyes scanned your face, smiling at you through his mind-altering arousal once you met his eyes.

"Give me one more. Can you do that?"

You nodded quickly, actually needing a second release since one didn't feel enough after all that edging.

Charles' lips found yours and he started moving again, moaning into the kiss as he snapped his hips to meet yours in a mellow pace, the both of you getting tired by now, especially after such a long day.

His hands were now on both sides of your body, providing him with bigger support so he could move faster, his eyes closing at the feeling while you wrapped one of your legs around his, pushing his closer and encouraging him to go deeper.

"Fuck - so good." He moaned, feeling himself inch closer to his orgasm.

He wanted you to finish on his cock again so he moved a hand down your body and starter rubbing at your clit, speeding up the build up of pleasure you were feeling.

"Ah, Charles." You moaned and subconsciously pushed your hips towards his as your head snapped back and he leaned down, taking the opportunity to kiss the soft skin of your neck, trying to get himself to last a little longer.

"J'peux plus." I can’t anymore. He groaned, warning you of his release.

You wanted to tell him that you too were gonna orgasm but the words got stuck in your throat as you came again, your body shaking just when Charles came inside you and collapsed on top of your body, his face in your neck as he breathed heavily and cussed into your ear.

You waited for his breathing to become steady again before you spoke.

"Congratulations on the win, amore." You knew it was silly congratulate him now but that encouraged you to say it even more.

You heard him chuckle against your skin, "Thank you, bébé."

He then pulled out and flipped you both around so you were laying in top of him, right on his chest where you could hear his heart still racing while he combed through your hair with his fingers, allowing silence to reign briefly in the room.

"Can we just sleep like this? Je suis épuisé." I'm exhausted. He complained and hugged you, knowing that wasn't exactly possible.

"Ugh, how about no? You're still covered im champagne and you made me sweat a bit too much for comfort." You reminded him.

"Yes, sorry again." He kissed your forehead.

"Stop apologizing, Charles." You grabbed his hand, "We're definitely taking a hot shower though."

With that, you lifted yourself off him and headed for the bathroom, hearing annoyed groaning coming from Charles as you adjusted the water, as if you wouldn't have to drag him out from under the hot stream like always.

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autisticshadowthehedgehog · 3 years ago

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Sonic Character Cultural Coding

Despite the fact that a good chunk of Sonic characters are anthropomorphized animals, a large amount of them have been given explicit or implicit coding that aligns with cultures that we see on Earth! I’ve found it hard to find a detailed list of it all online, so... I made one!

Disclaimers:

I am going to say: some of these may seem pretty obvious, but at the same time I’ve seen people miss them, so I’ll be including both the “obvious” and “obscure” coding.

If I accidentally said anything offensive, please let me know so I can correct it!

We are going to start with Sonic himself, and then do the rest in alphabetical order! Let’s go!

Sonic the Hedgehog (+bio fam) – Egyptian

We’re gonna start with Sonic the Hedgehog himself– who is very much coded as Black, specifically of Egyptian descent.

In Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog 1x50, “Robotnik’s Pyramid Scheme,” Robotnik goes back in time to try and prevent Sonic from ever existing by keeping his ancestors from meeting. Sonic goes back in time to stop him and we meet Masonic and Penelope who are Sonic’s great-great+ grandparents and live in ancient Egypt. Masonic is specifically designed to look almost exactly like Sonic.

Later in the episode they end up inside a pyramid and meet yet another ancestor of theirs, who is an enchanted mummy hedgehog. He gives Sonic a chaos emerald to kick Robotnik’s ass. He also looks exactly like Sonic.

And SPEAKING OF enchanted mummy hedgehogs! In the Sonic Underground episode 1x22, “Mummy Dearest,” Sonic is AGAIN explicitly given ancient egyptian ancestry, when he and his siblings find a book talking about their family history. They use the book to find directions to a magic scroll which is protected by one of their ancestors, Aman-Rapi, who is again very clearly from Ancient Egypt and looks like Sonic.

In this pic, they can be seen posing in front of a wall containing heiroglyphs, with a mummy behind them, Amon-Rapi is literally dressed as a pharaoh wearing a variation on a Khepresh, his name is obviously a play on Amun-Ra… yeah, they’re Egyptian. So, in two different adaptations Sonic has been given explicit African ancestry.

@ifirestone also pointed out to me that Sonic Adventure 2 has a lot of hedgehogs all over the pyramid locations, and @nonbinarycharmybee pointed out that his shoes are based off of Michael Jackson’s shoes in the music video for “Bad;” Jackson is a very celebrated African-American musician. And @killer-squirtle pointed out that his design is most likely based on an African Pygmy Hedgehog, which live in “west, central and east Africa.”

Then in Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022), there’s a scene where Sonic messes with his quillstyle and is seen experimenting with different styles. Before he settles on the mohawk (very much resembling his AoSTH-SatAM style), he tries out what looks like a Flat Top haircut and Natural Afro; in the latter, he specifically strikes a pose very reminiscent of the 60s Disco Era, which was suuuper associated with African-Americans.

Finally (so far), Sonic’s first english voice actor was Jaleel White for the first three television shows, who is Black; he set the standard for english!Sonic’s voice and what he should sound like. Sonic’s newest VA for Sonic Prime, Devon Mack, is also Black!

Edit 07/15/2022: @birdsareblooming noticed that in Sonic and the Secret Rings, Sonic is reading the Arabian Nights in Arabic, which is the official language of Egypt as well as several other African and Southwest Asian countries!

As we’ve established Sonic is Egyptian, I think we can also safely assume that his bio fam is as well– Sonia and Manic were in that Underground episode after all, and as Underground doesn’t seem to give them a father I think we can safely assume that the royal lineage is through Aleena. Metal Sonic is a robot but as he’s supposed to be near identical to Sonic, I think we can put Metal under the same coding (no pun intended).

Antoine Depardieu/D’Coolette the Coyote – French

Antoine is very very obviously coded as French, first in the SatAM television show he debuted in and then in the Archie comics. His original surname, Depardieu, is a French surname– I don’t believe D’Coolette is a real surname but it is supposed to sound French with the “d’[x]” structure.

Antoine speaks in an exaggerated French accent, which is spelled phonetically in the comics so that it can still come across. He often (at least in SatAM– I’m not as knowledgeable on Archie canon) needs help understanding English words and asks for translations or butchers pronunciation. He also uses the French phrases “qui” and “sacre bleu.” Unfortunately, in SatAM he also falls into the French Coward Stereotype, which seems to have begun in the 40s and shot into prominence in the United States in the early 2000s.

Babylon Rogues (Jet/Wave/Storm) – Iraqi

The Babylon Rogues are ABSOLUTELY Iraqi. How do we know this? They are literally called the Babylon Rogues.

In case u didn't know, Babylon was an ancient empire that was p powerful in the BC years. Its capitol town– named, you know, Babylon– was an independent city-state and for a while the largest city in the world. They also had one of the seven wonders of the world, the Hanging Gardens of Babylon The city of Babylon, whose remains are now a world heritage site, is now what is currently Hillah, Babil Governorate, Iraq.

The Babylon Rogues are clearly named after the Babylonian empire. Their home base is also literally named the Babylon Garden, a reference to the Hanging Gardens. I’m not super knowledgeable on architecture, but the design of the Garden seems to be similar to the Umayyad or Abbasid architectural movements of Iraq.

This all very much codes the Rogues as being descendants of the Babylonian empire, ie: Iraqi.

Bark the Polar Bear – Russian

This is gonna be one of the shorter ones, but a 1996 interview with Hiroshi Kataoka, head of SEGA AM2, says that Bark is “a Polar Bear who lives in Russia.”

I don’t believe Bark is given any specific Russian coding following that, but it should be noted that that was the original intention.

Blaze the Cat – Southern Asian

Blaze’s concept designs can be pretty South Asian-coded first off; in the middle bottom row in the pic above, you can see her wearing Shalwar, (maybe shalwar kameez? it's hard to tell what kinda top she has) which is a popular Southern and Central Asian fashion.

Her final design includes a straight-up bindi– listed as such on the Sonic wiki. Bindi are a mark on the forehead worn by women in Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism, and occasionally Islam (notably in Pakistan during Eid). While obviously anyone of any race can be of any religion, as the bindi originated in Southern Asia, it’s highly associated with that area and is worn by, well, a crapton of people in South and Southeast Asia, for both cultural and religious reasons.

Also, her kingdom: we don’t see it much in the games (in Rush Adventure, they’re mostly traveling through outlying islands and ruins), but we do see it in the IDW comics.

It seems very inspired by Mughal architecture, an Indo-Islamic style developed from Indian, Islamic, Iranian and Central Asian traditions.

In the mobile game Sonic Forces: Speed Battle, Blaze is given a costume for Lunar New Year, as is Silver (see Elise’s section for more Silver info). Lunar New Year is associated mainly with China, but is celebrated in several other Asian countries, including Indonesia, Japan, Malaysia, the Philippines, Singapore, South Korea, Thailand, and Vietnam.

We also got THIS tweet from the official Sonic account in November 2020, showing her having tea in her palace. @penosh-wom pointed out to me that the patterns in the room are “VERY reminiscent of India,” and that the scenery outside looks very much like the Asian coast.

The caption is in Japanese, but translating it to English shows that the descriptive is literally “Indian summer with calm waves.” An Indian summer is a term for unusually long hot weather in autumn, but like. Come on.

With that, I would say Blaze is most likely Indian, though the coding is a little vague. She is at the very least Asian, likely South or Southeast.

Bunnie Rabbot – Southern American

Bunnie seems to be coded as coming from the Southern United States (or at least the Mobius equivalent); she has a Southern US accent, for instance, and similar to Antoine in written media it is spelled phonetically so that it continues to come across; using “ah” instead of “I,” often cutting off the “g” in words ending in “-ing,” etc. Many of her sayings– such as “oh my stars”– are distinctly Southern US as well. This was all established in her SatAM appearances and continued into the Archie comics.

Should be noted that also, very unfortunately, one early Archie comic had her say several things to reference support for the Confederacy as a way of tying into her Southern heritage. Thankfully, as far as I’m aware this has only appeared in this issue and has never occurred again.

Princess Elise (+Soleanna, possibly Silver) – Italian

Soleanna as a country is incredibly inspired by the city of Venice, Italy, to the point where Silver’s original name was Venice. The city is known for being built on 118 small islands connected by canals and bridges, with it often being called the “floating city.”

The amount of canals and bridges in Soleanna is definitely an intentional reference, as well as the very Venetian Architecture of the buildings.

Now, Silver– While it’s unclear if Silver is from his timeline’s Soleanna, he does have a bit of Italian coding as well!

Firstly, his original design was literally named Venice. (design in the pic, bottom left.) And there’s one other little detail– in Sonic and the Black Knight, when you play as Silver (Sir Galahad), his sword looks a LOT like a Cinquedea– an Italian dagger.

Silver being Italian is a bit less certain than the rest of Soleanna, though– the original name and dagger are the only implications and he hasn’t had much since. In Sonic Forces: Speed Battle he is given a Lunar New Year outfit, which could imply he is of Asian descent (see: Blaze); of course he could be mixed, or simply celebrating with Blaze (who also had a Lunar New Year outfit release at the same time). So while Silver isn’t certain, I will say the inclusion of the Cinquedea interested me enough to note him here.

Espio the Chameleon – Japanese

Espio is definitely coded as Japanese throughout his appearances. Firstly, and most obviously, his special interest in being a Ninja; ninjas were mercenaries or covert agents in feudal Japan, incredibly skilled in martial arts and ninjutsu, and they were often used as spies or bodyguards. Japanese legend would also often associate the ninja with invisibility, a major part of Espio’s powerset. Espio’s favor for the shuriken stars as a weapon also tie into this, as well as the fact that in the Japanese script he uses the old-fashioned formal pronouns “ware” and “onushi.”

That’s not all, though, of course: Espio has been stated in the Sonic City character profiles to be “a lover of traditional ways,” specifically referencing his ability to play the shamisen, a traditional Japanese instrument. He is seen playing this instrument in the Chaotix’s Sonic Heroes Team Blast.

@nonbinarycharmybee also pointed out that in THIS official artwork from Sonic Channel in 2021, Espio is seen writing with an ink brush used in Japanese calligraphy.

Gold the Tenrec – Indian

Gold is specifically stated by creator Evan Stanley to be from “whatever the Sonic World equivalent” of India is. This is shown in her design as well: her outfit consists of a brown sari, which is a very popular and traditional style in India, as well as nearby Southern Asian countries.

Knuckles the Echidna (+Clan) – Jamaican + Mesoamerican

Oooh Knuckles is interesting, strap in everyone!

According to Sonic Advance 2: Prima's Official Strategy Guide, Knuckles was originally intended to speak with a Jamaican accent. As well as this, the green/yellow/red color scheme of his shoes was intended to reference the Rastafari flag, Rastafarianism being a religion developed in Jamaica. This heritage can also be seen reflected in his dreadlocks– his quill-style is referred to as such in many canon places. In real life, dreadlocks are a Black hairstyle; the 2011 official census of Jamaica listed 92.1% of the population as Black, and dreadlocks are often associated with the Rastafari movement, as Rastas regard them as a symbol of strength and it emerged as a traditional religious style in the 1940s.

This isn’t the only coding Knuckles gets, though; he is known to be descended from the Knuckles Clan, which are heavily inspired by Mesoamerican cultures.

The Sonic Adventure team traveled through Central and South America to get inspiration for Knuckles’s clan’s culture, which can be seen in basically every aspect of the Clan lore. For instance, clothing worn by the echidnas is very similar to the traditional styles of the Aztecs and Mayas. This includes the decorative feathers seen on Pachacamac and the filmverse!Clan, as feathers were popular and prized materials in pre-colonial Mesoamerca.

Their architecture is almost identical to the step-pyramid temples of the Aztecs, Mayas and Toltecs. The same architecture and clothing style can also be seen in Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022), with most of the echidna warriors seen with spears, including baby Knuckles. Throwing spears were used extensively in pre-colonial Mesoamerican battles.

There is also a large serpent that lives near the Mystic Ruins of the Clan, likely a reference to the Aztecs’ Quetzalcoatl and the Mayas’ Kukulkan.

Also, most obviously, the names: Pachacamac is named after a Peruvian archeological site, which itself was named after the Ichma creator god Pacha Kamaq. Tikal, meanwhile, was named after the archeological ruins of a Maya city, consisting of multiple pyramids.

As a sidenote, it should be noted that Ken Penders’ echidnas in the Archie Comics were definitely supposed to be English: @thankskenpenders laid it out very well in this post, but they were written to come from “Mobius’s equivalent of England,” named after the earliest name for Great Britain, and he wrote the species to be “seafaring colonizers.” Penders did write this before the release of Sonic Adventure, but obviously after Knuckles’s initial release with Jamaican-coding, so can we call this whitewashing? I don’t know enough to speak on the subject, but with the reset of Archie comics and its later cancellation, and the games’ Knuckles Clan being represented in several other mediums (such as Sonic X, Sonic the Comic, etc.) I think we can safely say that the Mesoamerican coding is a bit more canon.

Lupe the Wolf (+pack) – Indigenous American

Lupe the Wolf first appeared in the second season of Sonic SatAM, and from her first appearance was incredibly indigenous-coded, as was her wolf pack. This coding continued through the Archie comics. This will mostly focus on the SatAM coding, as Archie pulled from that and, once again, I don’t know a ton about Archie!Canon, but SatAM is pretty damn obvious with its coding.

Lupe’s pack is described as being a native tribe to the Great Unknown region, who live in “harmony with nature.” Their land was captured and culture destroyed by the invading Robotnik, with the survivors retreating into their civilization’s ruins. In order to keep themselves safe, they set up inscriptions near their cave threatening to curse anyone who wanted to come in; Lupe later readily admits this to Sonic, Sally and Antoine, the latter of whom was scared shitless by the idea of getting cursed.

So, for starters, Indigenous American culture is, in general, built a lot upon a reverence for nature, believing that humans are not masters of nature but merely a part of it and acting accordingly. The capture of their land is obviously intended to be reminiscent of American colonization by the Europeans, which was devastating to the Native tribes, with entire cultures and languages being wiped out and Indigenous people still facing serious oppression in modern times.

Much like the Knuckles Clan, the Wolf Pack’s ruins are reminiscent of many indigenous archeological sites, such as Mesa Verde, which is also built into a cliffside. The brief glimpse we have of the Wolf Pack’s pre-colonized land also shows them living in huts reminiscent of many indigenous tribes.

The room Lupe gives exposition in also has them all sitting around a smoking fire pit; many indigenous cultures will gather around fires for meetings and discussions.

Lastly, many people (mainly white people) hold the superstition that Indigenous people have the ability to curse them; just think about how much the “this place is haunted because it was built on a Native burial ground” trope is used. The “Magical Native American” trope tends to say that Natives are magical because of their closeness with nature and “lack of civilization.” This very much falls into the Noble Savage trope, making them appear exotic or inhuman to outsiders and trivializes their connection to the natural world.

SatAM does a pretty decent job subverting this trope, with Lupe very clearly stating there is no curse and they use it to make small-minded intruders keep out; this shifts the ridiculousness of the situation onto the non-Native-coded characters.

Sonic: Ant! Forget the curse. There is no stupid curse! Lupe: He's right, Antoine. We use the threat of a curse to keep out intruders. Antoine: No curses? Oh. Phew and phew again. I am so happy to hear that.

- SatAM S2e10, “Cry of the Wolf”

There have been a few other instances of Indigenous-coding with Sonicverse characters, unfortunately not all of them represented as well. The inhabitants of Speedster Island in the Sonic Underground episode “Head Games” are just as indigenous-coded in their appearance, the episode very much falls into the “Native people need the outsiders to come save them” stereotype, as well as the “Native people mistake outsiders for gods” stereotype. The Gogobas in Sonic Boom are also given indigenous-coding with their chief’s headgear, village huts, and jokes made referencing the “cursed burial grounds” trope and them replacing the captured indigenous children in the parody of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The Gogobas are not exactly shown in a positive light, though to be fair, neither is anyone in the show; specifically, the Gogobas’ “tradition” is to guilt trip everyone into doing what they want.

For other indigenous coding in major characters, see Knuckles and Rotor sections.

Marine the Raccoon (+Coconut Crew) – Australian

Marine is very obviously coded as Australian; throughout all of her dialogue, she uses Australian slang, most obviously calling her friends “mate.” She also uses the exclamation “strewth,” which is used often in Australia and Aotearoa. Other slang includes “sheila” (woman), “no drama” (no worries) and “ya mug” (friendly insult, usually for a gullible person). The other koalas on her island, who raised her, also use the same language.

Marine is also given pigtails shaped like boomerangs, a tool heavily associated with Australia, specifically Aboriginal Australian hunting. Koalas are also a species that is native to Australia– I believe only Australia but I can’t be sure.

I don’t know enough about the coding of their architecture/etc to say if they’re coded as generally Australian or Aboriginal specifically, though I will say they definitely seem to be native to islands, which may imply they are of a Polynesian tribe near Australia or Aotearoa, such as Māori or Tahitian people.

Should be noted though that Marine appears to be adopted; she was raised by the Coconut Crew, who are all koalas. She does have some serious tanuki coding that may additionally code her as Japanese; for more, see Tails’s section.

Mina Mongoose – Chinese

As far as I’m aware, Mina’s Chinese-coding isn’t super explicit. However, she is seen wearing a red qipao for formal occasions, designed by Jeff Axer.

The qipao, also known as a cheongsam, is a traditional Chinese dress inspired by the Manchu people (founders of the Qing Dynasty). In modern times, the cheongsam is very popular for festivities such as weddings and holidays (especially Lunar New Year), as well as school and work uniforms.

Mina’s qipao is also specifically given a green dragon design very reminiscent of the Chinese dragon as well as many other Asian dragon species. She also is given ornamental earrings and hair pieces that are very clearly inspired by Chinese fashion.

Nocturnus Clan + Voxai Aliens – Roman/Greek

Honestly, these clans seem to have coding in name only– they both have specific cultures of their own, with the Voxai architecture specifically being based mainly on the rock and plants of their home planet, and the Nocturnus clan being very futuristic. But it is interesting to note!

The Nocturnus clan army ranks are very similar to Imperial Roman ones, with titles such as hastatus and praetorian. Ix being called the “Imperator” is also a Latin word from which the word “Emperor” is derived, and referred to an army commander. Ix’s Gizoid prefects are also named Scylla and Charyb, a reference to Scylla and Charybdis, two sea monsters in Greek mythology which appeared in the Odyssey. The historian character Nestor the Wise is named after King Nestor of Gerenia, also from the Odyssey as well as the Iliad.

The Voxai names are also derived from Greek and Roman mythology: their name likely comes from the Latin noun “vox,” which refers to a voice and would reference the aliens’ telepathic powers. Most of the named Voxai are given Greek names as well: Thebes is an important city in Greek mythology, Croesus was the last king of Lydia, and Riadne, Leucosia and Ligaia are names of mythological Sirens.

Rotor the Walrus – Inuk

Rotor is not given any specific cultural coding in SatAM or Pre-Super Genesis Wave Archie; however, in Post-SGW Archie, he and his family are given Inuit coding.

In the post-SGW comics, Rotor is from Artika, a region covered in snow and ice, and we see that the residents live in igluit, traditional homes for inuit in the Central Arctic Canadian area, and the Qaanaaq in Greenland.

Rotor’s community also has an enemy named Akhlut the Orca– in Inuit mythology, the akh’lut is a wolf-orca creature that is known to be aggressive towards humans.

Surge the Tenrec – Japanese

Surge is a relatively new character to the IDW Comics, so we still have more time to learn about her past/potential culture; for the most part, at this point, her coding comes mainly in her appearance. Surge was designed by Mauro Fonseca and Evan Stanley, with Fonseca listing Japanese delinquents, specifically sukeban, as one of the inspirations for her design.

Sukeban are Japanese delinquent girls, the word usually referring to either an entire gang or the leader herself; they were gangs in the 60s-70s, and now the term tends to refer mainly to fashion inspired by them. Many “common signifiers” of this trend are bright hair and modified school uniforms (cut, decorated, etc).

Many fictional Japanese delinquents share design similarities with Surge, such as “excessive piercings and jewellery” and spiked hair.

Tails the Fox – Japanese(?) / Kitsune

I put a question mark here because Tails’s coding isn’t specifically on Japanese culture, but on a very specific aspect of its mythology. Tails is very clearly based upon a Kitsune.

Kitsune are mythological foxes with the ability to shapeshift; they have been portrayed in different myths as tricksters and/or guardians. The kitsune are noted for having multiple tails; they are said grow a tail every hundred years, growing up to nine tails. When they reach a thousand years of age, instead of growing a new tail, they ascend to the heavens. The kitsune are notable for their shapeshifting and ability to create illusions.

Tails’s second tail is clearly a reference to the kitsune legend, but while he relies more on technology than magic, there are some suspicious magical incidents around Tails; in Sonic Battle, his attack consists of summoning a giant hand to hit you with. @birdsareblooming pointed out to me that in Sonic: Lost World, when Tails stops pretending to be roboticized, his eye color literally shifts from gray to blue, possibly as a reference to the shapeshifting.

In Sonic the Hedgehog 2 (2022), the illusion power is referenced with Tails’s “Miles Multiplier,” which he uses to summon holographic copies of himself and others.

If you look on Tails’s desktop, you can also see something entitled “Kitsune” is running– @khamomile-kitty has informed me that it says Arms.Kitsune as a reference to Tyson Hesse’s early parody comic, Hedgehog the Sonic. You can see the file on the bottom left of his screen, though this isn’t a great pic lol.

There’s also the fact he shares many parallels with Infinite, who has the regular kitsune powers of illusion. Jackals are also very close on the family tree to foxes.

Another interesting thing is Marine– her being Blaze’s dimension’s Tails is interesting, as she is likely not a raccoon but a tanuki. She looks much more similar to a real tanuki, and in mythology tanuki and kitsune tend to be enemies with similar powersets. Speaking of Tanuki– Tails is also the first to be suspicious of Dodon Pa, a canon tanuki. He says specifically, “There’s something about this Tanuki I just don’t trust.”

Is he a kitsune in canon or is this just a reference to Japanese mythology? Pre-SGW Archie Comics gives Tails regular fox parents, so his tail seems to be a canon mutation there. However, every other canon has Tails completely oblivious to his past, seeming to not know his parents and likely having been abandoned. In Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog, for example, he has no memory of his parents and just says he’s “been alone for a long time” and is confused at the fact not everyone has two tails. So honestly, it’s completely unknown whether he’s a canon kitsune or simply coded.

Whisper the Wolf – Japanese

Whisper’s coding is very specific: her mask and her eyes. Whisper’s mask was chosen from a character customization option in Sonic Forces, and was specifically inspired by Japanese Kabuki masks. (Kabuki is a traditional Japanese dance-drama form known for its elaborate costuming, makeup, and masks.)

Whisper’s eyes being almost always closed is partially inspired by traditional depictions of kitsunes with “those iconic squinty-closed eyes.” (See Tails’s section for more kitsune information.) Sega of Japan approved her design as wolves serve the same roles as kitsune in older Japanese folklore.

Vector the Crocodile – Black American

Vector has had quite a bit of black coding over the years, in both positive and negative ways.

Vector is given an appearance shared with/stereotypical of a lot of Black American musicians, particularly in the rapper and hip-hop categories– specifically, his gold chain jewelry, leather clothing, and wireless headphones, esp their positioning in his models. As Vector is a musician, they definitely chose this specific musican-attire for him for a reason. Also, right now, his current English voice actor is Keith Silverstein, a black man.

A lot of Vector’s personality could be read as stereotypical, and at the same time those personality traits could be seen as inverted depending on the source material: he could fall into the “bossy overconfident” stereotype, or that could be seen as subverted due to the fact he is actually competent at his job. He could fall into the “money-hungry” and/or “always poor” trope, or this trait could be seen as relatable due to all of us hating landlords and rent with a passion. He could be “will do anything for money” or he could be presented as someone with strong morals who will always do what is right.

In some media he is seen as hotheaded and aggressive (”Angry Black Man”), while in others he keeps a cool head in times of danger and takes care of his team. You could see him as a “massive flirt” or as just someone who happens to be head-over-heels in love with Vanilla. Hell, his loud music interest could be seen as joking about Black music being “too loud,” or it could be seen as him, you know, just enjoying music!

All this depends on the medium. I don’t feel educated enough on the subject to make a call as to whether he’s a positive or negative stereotype overall, though I think I can say with certainty that Penders’ writing of him in the Archie comics was racist as hell. As @thankskenpenders explained in her article, “Vector was the jive-talking comic relief character. He was obnoxious, he was dim-witted, he was crude, he’d randomly bring up rap music. One time he started singing ‘Dem Bones’ to himself while held captive by the Dark Legion. He was also extremely misogynistic.” Thank God Penders is out...

Master Zik the Zeti – Chinese

Zik’s appearance and characterization are based upon early Chinese poets, who are given a lot of respect in their society, as Zik is given respect among the Zeti.

Zik can definitely fall into the Inscrutable Oriental trope, with his “reserved and stoic” personality. He is also part of the Old Master trope (though he is a villainous rather than heroic character, as is traditional), which tends to intersect with the Magical Asian trope in martial arts stories, most famously in America in The Karate Kid; this inspiration can be seen in most of Zik’s calm dialogue and past as Zavok’s mentor, and the emphasis on his position as a powerful master. His hair is likely a reference to the stereotypical Fu Manchu moustache, and his entrance music is stylized after traditional Chinese music.

Zik also spends his semi-retirement in the garden he tends; this could potentially be a reference to Chinese gardens, which are very important in Chinese literature and philosophy. His game profile also mentions he likes to water his Bonsai tree; while the Bonsai is Japanese, it is derived from traditional Chinese penjing art.

#sonic squad #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic meta #meta #mine #cultural coding #coding

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Tbp incorrect quote compilation

these were all from a generator btw

this is the generator i used Finney: Croissants: dropped Robin: Road: works ahead Vance: BBQ sauce: on my titties Bruce: Shavacado: fre Griffin : Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Billy: Billy, grumpy: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you.

Grabber: Would you guys be there for me if I was going through something? Robin: Nope, absolutely not. Vance: I hope it sucks, whatever you're going through. Bruce: I hope it emotionally scars you for the rest of your life. Griffin : I hope you reach out to me so I can ignore you. Billy: I can't wait to go to your funeral, knowing I could've changed that outcome.

Finney: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Robin: What if it bites me and it dies!? Vance: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Robin, learn to listen. Bruce: What if it bites itself and I die? Griffin : That’s voodoo. Billy: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Robin: That’s correlation, not causation. Bruce: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Griffin : That’s kinky. Finney: Oh my God.

Finney: *Posts a super low-quality image to the group chat* Robin: If I had a dollar for every pixel in this image, I’d have 15 cents Finney: If I had a dollar for every ounce of rage I felt in my body after I read this text, I would have enough money to buy a cannon to fire at you Vance: Actually I did the math, Robin would have $225, not $0.15. Robin: Fam I’m right here.... Bruce: If I had a dollar I would buy a can of soda :) Finney: while you’re there could you buy me an apply juice please? Bruce: Sorry I only have a dollar Finney: :( Vance: Hey I just realized my friend is right, Robin would have $22,500 because it's a dollar for every pixel, not a cent Bruce: If I had $22,500 I would buy a can of soda and an apply juice Vance: You can buy anything you want with $22,500 Griffin : Yeah and they want soda and apply juice Vance: Apply juice to what Billy: Directly to the forehead Robin: Great chat everyone

Finney, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Robin: Hey. Vance: Hi. Bruce: Hello. Griffin : Hey! Finney: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Billy: We were out of Doritos.

Finney: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat? Robin: >:O language Vance: Yeah watch your fucking language Bruce: OKAY WHO TAUGHT VANCE THE FUCK WORD? Griffin : 'The fuck word'. Billy: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time Vance: Oh my god they censored it Griffin : Say fuck, Billy. Vance: Do it, Billy. Say fuck.

Finney: We need to distract these guys Robin: Leave it to me Robin: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss. Vance, Bruce, and Griffin : *Immediately begin arguing* Billy, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

*The squad is over at Finney's house* Robin: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven? Finney: ... N-No... Finney, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have??? Robin, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought! Vance: I see a- Finney, motioning to one device: This is a microwave. Robin: Oh, well I- Finney: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave* Finney, amazed: Its got a bake setting! Bruce: Ohoho, you learn something new every day! Griffin : Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first? Finney: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin! Finney: I am someone who owns four ovens... Finney, louder and way too happy: I am someone... who owns FOUR OVENS... Finney: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens... Billy, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven! Finney: Robin: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens! Finney: Finney, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM SOMEONE WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS

'Can I copy the homework?' Finney: I can help you with it! Robin: Yeah, sure. Vance: Bold of you to assume I did the homework. Bruce: lol nope. Griffin : Wait, we had homework?!?!?! Billy: *Read 5:55pm*

Finney: What’s something you guys are better than Robin at? Vance: Mario Kart. Bruce: Yeah, video games. Griffin : Emotional vulnerability.

Finney: Looking left cause you don’t treat me right Robin: Looking right because you left Vance: Looking up cause you let me down Bruce: Looking down cause you fucked up Griffin : What is wrong with you guys

Finney: Nothing in life is free. Robin: Love is free! Vance: Adventure is free. Bruce: Knowledge is free. Griffin : Everything is free if you take it without paying.

Finney: Robin and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us Bruce: *Sighing* What did Robin do? Finney: They chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and... Robin: Who wants a steering wheel?

Bruce: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night. Robin: You were flirting with Vance. Bruce: So what? They're my partner. Robin: You asked them if they were single. Bruce: Robin: And then you cried when they said they weren't.

Finney: *Gently taps table* Robin: *Taps back* Griffin : What are they doing? Bruce: Morse code. Finney: *Aggressively taps table* Robin: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

Vance: Self care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys. finney: No, self care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap! Griffin : Self care is the burning heat when rage washes over you!! Self care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists!! Self care is the fear in your enemies’ eyes!!! Bruce: Lmao self care is taking your birthday cake just so I can eat the frosting. Finney: If you touch my birthday cake I’ll make you eat your hands.

Billy: Why are Finney and Robin sitting with their backs to each other? Griffin: They had a fight. Billy: Then why are they holding hands? Griffen: They get sad when they fight

Robin: Onion rings are vegetable donuts. Finny, used to Robin being dumb: Sure... Robin: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed. Finny: Okay? Robin: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake. Finny: Robin: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio- Finny: Jesus, that one is a little- Billy, interested: No, no, Robin, keep going

#billy showalter #finney blake #the black phone #finney x robin #robin arellano #robin #vance the black phone #vance hopper #bruce yamada #bruce #griffin stagg #griffin #grabber

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debbiechanclub · 2 years ago

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Murky Waters, Part 1

Pairings: David Finlay x OFC & Jay White x OFC Synopsis: Six friends set out for a weekend getaway at a secluded―and allegedly haunted―mountain lake house. But should they be more afraid of the living than the dead? Part: 1/7 Word count: 2.9k Warnings: Language; alcohol use; mentions of cheating, m*rder, and s*icide. This fic is rated E, fam!

Masterlist.

No one asked for this, but I’m posting anyway. One (1) David Finlay has inspired me to revive and finally finish this fic more than a year after I started it. And it’s close enough to spooky season, so here we go! Enjoy :)

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“Are you seriously still packing? They’re gonna be here any minute!”

Chloe let out an exasperated sigh as Alyssa walked through her open bedroom door. She was notorious for waiting until the last minute to pack, and even though she’d done exactly that, she was, for the most part, ready to head to the lake for the weekend. She just needed one more thing.

“No, I’m just thinking way too much about which swimsuit to bring.”

“Oh?” Alyssa’s face lit up in delight. “Why’s that? Trying to look good for someone?”

Chloe shot her a look. “Don’t,” she muttered. It only made her friend grin wider.

“What? There’s nothing wrong with admitting that you might just be the littlest bit interested in David, Chlo.”

Chloe didn’t dignify her with a response. For the last two weeks, Alyssa had been finding more and more ways to casually work, “Jay’s friend David”—and later, just “David”—into every other conversation, and the reason why was obvious: she was trying to set Chloe up with him. And while Chloe had been completely opposed to the idea at first, curiosity had finally driven her to do a little late-night social media stalking, with the result that maybe she was just the littlest bit interested in David.

But she was still more wary than not. “I don’t know. This whole situation is just awkward.”

Alyssa’s brow furrowed. “What’s awkward about it? We’re just going to the lake with our friends.”

“No, you’re just going to the lake with our friends. I’m going to the lake with my now ex-boyfriend’s brother. It’s not exactly the best environment for a rebound.”

When Chloe and Matt had broken up, she’d initially backed out of the lake trip; the last thing she wanted was to spend a weekend in close quarters in the middle of nowhere with an ex who had cheated on her. But then Matt’s guilty conscience had led him to back out instead, and so, with some coaxing from Alyssa, Chloe had agreed to go again. Then, Alyssa’s boyfriend Jay had invited his old friend David to come along, and Alyssa’s not-so-subtle hints that Chloe should hook up with him soon followed. But even though Matt wasn’t going anymore, his younger brother Nick still was—and Chloe knew he’d report back on her. It just made the whole thing messy, no matter how interested in anyone she might be.

But Alyssa seemed entirely unconcerned with the dynamics of the situation. “Okay, first of all, Nick was your friend before his stupid brother was ever your boyfriend, and he knows Matt fucked up. And second of all, let Matt find out that you’re getting some good dick this weekend! It serves him right for cheating on you.”

Chloe let out an uncomfortable laugh. “Jesus, Lyss.”

“Well!” she proclaimed. “Rebound aside, I actually think you’ll like David, Chlo! He’s good-looking, and funny, and thoughtful, and way better than—”

“Talking about me?”

Jay suddenly appeared in the doorway, a crooked smirk on his lips.

“No,” Alyssa returned. “We’re talking about David.”

“Oh, yeah?” The sides of Jay’s eyes crinkled with his smile as he looked at Chloe. “He’s excited to meet you, you know.”

Heat rushed to Chloe’s cheeks. She hoped neither of them noticed.

“Hey, you know him better than me,” Alyssa started. “Chloe’s trying to pick out a swimsuit that he’ll want to rip off of her.”

“Oh my God.” Chloe awkwardly curled her lips into her mouth and her cheeks burned hotter. It didn’t help when Jay looked over the assortment of bikini tops and bottoms spread out over her bed with far too much concentration on his face. He stroked his beard in thought.

“Definitely the red,” he determined. “You look good in red.”

Chloe eyebrows arched. “Oh, have you noticed?”

“Of course he has,” Alyssa answered with a good-natured grin. It elicited another smirk from Jay.

“You know, if you and David don’t work out, we could make a threesome happen this weekend.”

“Ugh, get out.”

Alyssa shoved him out of the room. “It’s just a suggestion!” he laughed as he went back down the hall. Jay was a huge flirt, but it didn’t faze Alyssa—she was far too confident in herself and their relationship for that. Chloe admired that about them, even more so now that her own trust had been completely broken.

“He’s a moron, but he’s right,” Alyssa said, drawing her out of her thoughts. “Bring the red one. But bring the black bottoms and snake print top, too. A girl needs options.”

HONK-HONK-HONNNNK!

A car horn suddenly blared from outside. “That’ll be Nick and Juice,” Alyssa said as she walked over to the window and pulled back the curtain. Chloe joined her in peering out into the driveway. Sure enough, Nick’s giant gray Toyota 4Runner had pulled up in front of the house. Juice popped out of the open sunroof.

“LET’S GO, BITCHES! IT’S LAKE WEEKEND!”

Anxiety suddenly tightened Chloe’s chest. “This is gonna be fucking awkward,” she breathed.

“It won’t,” Alyssa assured her. “And I’m pretty sure that’s David pulling up now…”

A black Jeep Wrangler pulled into the driveway behind Nick’s 4Runner. Chloe watched in silent interest as the driver parked and got out. He wore sunglasses and a black t-shirt with the sleeves cut off, the near-sleeve of colorful tattoos on his right arm on full display. His sandy hair was pulled up into a bun atop his head, and he had a nice smile and a well-groomed beard. A nervous knot formed in Chloe’s stomach. He was definitely her type.

“He is cute,” she admitted.

“See?” Alyssa grinned. “You’re totally at least gonna make out with him.”

“Get out,” Chloe bluntly returned, and Alyssa laughed as she went out the door, just as Jay had a few minutes before.

* * * * * * * * * *

Chloe made sure to pack the swimsuits Alyssa had suggested before she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder and joined the others outside. Unsurprisingly, Jay didn’t waste any time introducing her to David.

“Oh, David, this my friend Chloe,” he said as she walked over. “Chloe, this is David.”

She nervously bit the inside of her lip as she looked up at him. He offered her a crooked, boyish grin that reached toward kind blue eyes. He had a lip ring that she hadn’t noticed in any of his pictures she’d looked at the night before. It suited him.

“Hey. So I guess these two expect us to hook up this weekend,” he commented with a nod at Jay and Alyssa.

Chloe’s lips curled into a smile. She hadn’t expected him to say that, but she was glad he did. It was certainly one way to break the ice.

“Oh, so you got that feeling too?”

“We don’t expect you to hook up,” Alyssa professed with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes we do,” Jay countered.

Chloe feigned confusion. “But I thought you wanted to have a threesome?”

“What?” Nick sputtered as he and Juice joined them—but David talked over him.

“With us?” he asked, pointing between himself and Chloe. “I’m flattered, man, but I’m not into you like that.”

Chloe bit back a laugh. She could already see why David and Jay were friends. The two of them would be trouble this weekend.

She might be in trouble, too.

“Whatever. You couldn’t handle me, anyway,” Jay returned.

“Oh my God,” Alyssa breathed.

“And on that note,” Juice interjected, “I need to use the little boys’ room before we hit the road.”

He pushed past them and walked toward the house. Nick looked around at them.

“What’s this about a threesome?”

Jay just smirked and smacked his shoulder. “Come help me get the supplies.”

They followed after Juice. David glanced back at Chloe as he turned to go with them. “It’s nice to meet you,” he smiled. Her stomach did a little flip.

“You too,” she returned.

They disappeared into the house. Chloe could see Alyssa grinning at her out of the corner of her eye. “You two are totally gonna—”

“Stop!” Chloe cut her off.

But she couldn’t stop the smirk that crept its way onto her face.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was just over a two-hour drive to the lake house, and a little more than halfway through Chloe was feeling carsick. She and Alyssa had been the unlucky ones to get stuck in the cramped third row of the 4Runner (“David and I are taller, so we should get the middle row,” Jay had argued), and they’d long left the city roads for a winding two-lane route through the mountains. All the ups and downs and twists and turns were making Chloe’s stomach drop and ears pop—and Nick’s driving didn’t help.

“Jesus, Nick, don’t go over the edge,” Alyssa commented with a wary look out the window. Nothing more than a short guardrail protected them from the drop into the valley below.

“Relax,” Nick returned as he cut around another corner. “I’ve driven this a hundred times.”

“Well, let’s not make this the last time,” she muttered.

“So, you go to Sharp Rock a lot?” David asked. Nick nodded.

“Yeah; we used to go every summer when my brother and I were kids. Actually, Matt and I are thinking about buying the cabin we’re staying at this weekend. The owner is pretty eager to unload it so she’s selling it for cheap.”

“Really?” Jay asked. “How come?”

Nick laughed. “Because it’s apparently haunted.”

“What?” Chloe and Alyssa simultaneously proclaimed. “I’m sorry, did you just say it’s haunted?” Alyssa added.

“Apparently,” Juice corrected.

“Haunted by what?” David curiously asked.

“A White Lady,” Nick answered. “You know—a scorned bride, or whatever.”

“What?” Jay laughed. “Okay, you can’t just leave it at that.”

“Well, I don’t know all the details,” Nick started. “But the story is that back in the ‘60s this newlywed couple was on their honeymoon at this cabin, and on the first night there, the husband admitted to cheating on the wife and knocking up some other woman. So, she went off the handle and killed him, and then drowned herself in the lake. According to local legend, her ghost haunts the lake and drowns guys who’ve been unfaithful who dare to go swimming after sunset.”

There was a beat of heavy silence—and then Jay barked out another laugh. “What? Well, I guess it’s a good thing Matt didn’t come, then.”

Alyssa reached over the back of the seat to smack his head. “Really?”

“He’s not wrong!” Juice piped in. Chloe shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“So, we’re spending the weekend in a murder-suicide cabin,” she breathed. “Great.”

Jay turned around to give her a teasing smirk. “You scared?”

“Don’t be a dick,” David said. It made butterflies teem in Chloe’s stomach again.

“Oh, come on,” Jay dismissed. “There’s no White Lady haunting the cabin.”

“Well, if the owner wants to get rid of it so bad there’s gotta be something to it,” Alyssa pointed out.

“She probably just doesn’t want to own a murder-suicide cabin,” Juice reasoned.

“But Nick and Matt do,” Jay remarked with a grin.

“Hell yeah, we do!” Nick confirmed. “We’d make a pretty penny renting this place out on AirBnB. I’m not above cashing in on the sordid past, either. Dark tourism is a thing.”

David laughed wryly underneath his breath. “Nice.”

The conversation was left at that as a gas station appeared around a bend in the road; it was the first sign of humanity they’d seen in miles. Nick slowed down and pulled up next to a pump.

“I’m gonna fill up,” he said. “If you need to use the bathroom, do it now, because this is the last stop until the lake.”

He cut the ignition, and everyone unbuckled and piled out of the SUV, if only to stretch their cramped legs. But the unease in Chloe’s stomach didn’t quell as she took in the gas station. It had clearly been there for decades, the name painted on the side of the building long faded by weather and time. She realized with some curiosity that there weren’t any other cars in sight. It looked like they were the only ones there.

“Are they even open?” Alyssa asked with a questioning look at the convenience store.

“I don’t know,” Chloe returned. “But I’m gonna see if they have any gum.”

“Oh, that’s a good idea,” David said. “I’ll go with you.”

He led the way toward the convenience store. The lights were on, but they couldn’t see anyone inside. David hesitantly tried the door; it opened with the jingle of a bell. He shrugged and offered for Chloe to go ahead. She stepped inside, cautious. She didn’t know why, but she felt an overwhelming need to tread as lightly as possible.

“Maybe someone’s in the back?” David quietly asked.

“Maybe,” Chloe said. She gave an uncomfortable laugh. “It feels like this trip has suddenly taken an unsettling turn.”

“Right?” David agreed. “I would’ve liked to have known beforehand that we’re staying in a murder-suicide cabin.”

“Seriously,” Chloe breathed.

“Do you believe in ghosts?”

She looked thoughtfully up. “I think so. I don’t want to be proven right, though.” They found the gum by the register, and she grabbed a pack of peppermint. “Do you believe in ghosts?”

David shrugged and reached for a pack of spearmint. “Undecided. Maybe that’ll change this weekend,” he said. It made her arch a curious brow.

“Would the man-hating White Lady have a reason to drown you?”

“What?” he balked, put on the spot. “Oh—no. No. I’ve actually been cheated on, so. I know how that feels.”

There was empathy in his eyes. Chloe looked down at the pack of gum in her hands. “So, I guess Jay told you what happened with me and Matt?”

David nodded. “Yeah. But we can just leave it at that. It’s not any of my business.”

“No, it’s alright,” she returned. “Actually, I don’t know anyone else who’s been cheated on, so it’s kind of nice having someone who can relate?”

He smirked. “Well, it sucks that I can relate.”

“Well, yeah,” Chloe returned with an awkward laugh. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that I’m glad you got cheated on.”

“No, I get it,” he assured. “It is nice having someone who can relate.”

He smiled, genuine in the sentiment, and Chloe noticed she felt a bit lighter. She’d only known David a matter of hours, and it already felt like she could trust him more than she ever had Matt.

“Hello!”

She jumped and grabbed David’s arm. A middle-aged woman had suddenly appeared behind the register, her face tanned and leathery from too many years spent out in the sun. Chloe let out a breath and let go. She felt silly for getting scared.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” the woman apologized. Her voice was raspy and rough, like she’d smoked a pack a day for the last decade. She fit the part of rural gas station attendant a little too well.

“No, you’re fine,” Chloe breathed. Her heart rate was still returning to normal. “We were just talking about ghosts, so I was already a little on-edge.”

“Ah,” the woman returned. “Well, we have quite a few of those around here.”

“Yeah?” David asked as they both put their gum on the counter. “We just heard this awful story about the cabin we’re staying at up at Sharp Rock Lake.”

“Mm,” the woman hummed in understanding. “So, you’re staying at Clara’s cabin.”

A chill shot up Chloe’s spine. It was a statement, not a question. “Clara?” she hesitantly asked.

The woman nodded, ringing up the gum. “That’s her name; the bride who murdered her husband and then drowned herself.” She clucked her tongue. “Awful. She was actually a friend of my mother’s.”

“Really,” David said. He seemed interested, but skeptical. “So does her ghost really haunt the lake waiting to drown any scumbag cheaters who just want to go for a swim?”

He asked it with a grin on his lips, as if he fully expected the woman to wave him off and confirm that it was just another urban legend born from real tragedy, warped and exaggerated with time as the story was passed down from generation to generation.

But her reaction was anything but. “It’s not a joke, what happened in that cabin,” she bit. “You’re not more of those paranormal investigators going up there to provoke her, are you? The dead should be left to rest.”

Her eyes were dark; angry. But David wasn’t rattled by it. “No,” he said with a bit of a laugh. “We’re just going to have a chill weekend at the lake with our friends.”

The woman eyed him for a few seconds longer. “Good,” she rasped. “See to it it stays that way. It won’t do to go pissing Clara off.”

The hair stood up on the back of Chloe’s neck. She wanted to leave. David could sense it.

“Keep the change,” he said as he threw a few dollars on the counter and grabbed their gum. He put a comforting hand on the small of Chloe’s back and ushered her to the door; but just as she pushed it open, the woman called after them.

“Oh, and don’t be too loud. Clara doesn’t like it when it gets too loud.”

Chloe’s stomach dropped. She looked up at David in horrified confusion, but he still didn’t seem fazed by it. He clearly thought the woman was off her rocker.

“We’ll keep that in mind,” he said, and he gave Chloe a gentle nudge out the door. But he didn’t have to—she couldn’t get out of there fast enough.

#jay white fanfiction #david finlay fanfiction #matt jackson fanfiction #nick jackson fanfiction #juice robinson fanfiction #bullet club fanfiction #horror au #young bucks fanfiction

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soulvee-animationz · 2 years ago

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Queens of Caninia as incorrect quotes!!

@f-p-studios

Jenn: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Wake me up later.

Indy, threatening the others with a paintball gun: Listen... Life comes at us fast. We don't know what life is gonna give us... And today, it's gonna give you... a paintball! Katherina: Okay okay stop asking me if I'm straight, gay, bi, whatever. I identify as a FUCKING THREAT.

Moon: You can de-escalate any situation by simply saying, 'Are we about to kiss?' Moon: Doesn't work for getting out of speeding tickets, by the way.

Amber: You’ll have a hard time believing this because it never happens, but I made a mistake.

Fiona: Not trying to brag or anything, but I can wake up without an alarm clock now simply due to my crippling and overwhelming anxiety, so...

Jenn: I prevented a murder today. Katherina: Really? How’d you do that? Jenn: self control.

Jenn, standing with their back turned: I’ve been expecting you, Katherina. Katherina: How did you do that without turning around? Jenn: ... To be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did that to were not you.

Jenn: I'm incredibly fast at math. Katherina: Alright, what's 30x17? Jenn: 47 Katherina: That's not even close. Jenn: But it was fast.

Indy: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Fiona: You're like 15 years old Indy: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

Indy: Here's some advice Fiona: I didn't ask for any Indy: Too bad. I'm stuck here with my thoughts and you're the only one who talks to me

Indy: Hey, you want some leftovers? Fiona: What's that? Indy: You've never had leftovers??? Fiona: No, because I'm not a quitter.

Amber: This is a mistake Fiona, enthusiastically: A mistake we're going to laugh about one day! Amber: But not today Fiona, still enthusiastic: Oh, no. Today's going to be a mess

Moon: English is a difficult language. It can be understood through tough thorough thought, though. Amber: You need to stop.

Moon: Today is a day of running through hurdles. Amber: Aren’t you supposed to jump OVER hurdles? Moon: Whatever. Fear is only something to be afraid of if you let it scare you.

Fiona: Welcome, fellow idiots Amber: Hello, Fiona Fiona: No, no, not you, you're not an idiot Amber: You underestimate me

Fiona: Do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It? Amber: Stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!! Fiona: Yknow what? Not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration.

Fiona: Lol heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring, the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass, and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you'll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this lmfao Amber: What did you do Fiona? Fiona: A MISTAKE

*Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’* Moon: Thanks fam! Jenn: oh no Amber: *cries* I love you too Katherina: Sounds fake but okay Fiona: *A flustered mess* Indy: can i get a refund

Moon: Hewwo. Amber: Hihiiiiii! Jenn: Greetings, Humans. Katherina: Three kinds of people. Fiona: I want pudding. Moon: Four kinds of people. Indy: WHAT’S UP FUCKERS? Katherina: Five kinds of people.

Moon: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Amber: What if it bites me and it dies!? Jenn: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Amber, learn to listen. Fiona: What if it bites itself and I die? Indy: That’s voodoo. Katherina: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Amber: That’s correlation, not causation. Fiona: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Indy: That’s kinky. Moon: Oh my God.

#my little pony #incorrect quotes #my little pony incorrect quotes #mlp incorrect quotes #mlp #queens of caninia #katherina proudpaws #jennino lanternlight #Indiana ambereyes #moonbeam twinkletail #ambrosia muffinbuns #fiona floppyears #text

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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At Last (Frankie Morales x gn!Reader)

Summary: you, Frankie, and your fur baby go camping! Little does Frankie know what you have planned.

W/C: 2.1k

Warnings: flirting, innuendo, alcohol, food, language, otherwise, this is toothaching fluff!

A/N: SAMMY MY BELOVED @sanchosammy GAVE ME THIS IDEA! I hope it’s as cute as I think it is :) also, Charlie (Frankie’s pup) isn’t involved in this fic but she is still part of the fam :)

Pine trees surround you on either side, tall and majestic. You can see the blue-gray sky patching through the canopy; the clouds are leaving, but some linger a little longer to clog up the sky. The air is warm and slightly humid, but a wonderful breeze rustles through the trees and rushes across your bare arms. Your trail shoes squelch underfoot in the damp ground. You sigh, totally content with this moment.

Frankie’s flannel is tied around his waist, leaving him in his khaki cargo pants and t-shirt. A couple of curls peek out from under his ball cap, turning into little ringlets at the nape of his neck. He walks in front of you on the trail, his boots pressing prints into the soft ground. His back profile is beautiful, even with the large camping pack, and you can’t help but grin.

Foxtrot embodies her name- Frankie is holding her leash, and the auburn and white dog trots up ahead of him, sniffing along the mulched and muddied path. The air smells of humidity that’s just passed over and that wonderful accompanying petrichor. Fox’s white paws are surely getting dirtied, but that’s only to be expected. You don’t care, too excited to watch your boyfriend and dog walk ahead of you.

Frowning at the bend of Frankie’s back, you catch up and take his free hand. “Let me carry something, baby.”

“No,” he shakes his head, lacing his fingers through yours. “You have important cargo,” he teases and pats your back lightly.

Strapped to your back, in a backpack-style blue case, is your ukulele. One hand carries the cooler, slung over your shoulder, filled with food and drinks for tonight. Frankie carries the heavy-duty stuff- the tent, stakes, more essential supplies. “At least let me take Fox.”

Her red ears perk up at her name and she stops, turning and growing excited, as if she forgot you were there. “Yeah, hi Foxy!” You coo as she runs towards you, jumping with her front paws in the air in excitement. “Yeah, you love it out here, don’t you?” You ask her in a baby voice, scratching behind her ears as she circles around your legs and prevents you from moving. Frankie drops her leash in order to prevent your legs from being tourniqueted by it, and it drags behind her in the mud.

When you pick up the leash, it’s sludgy and damp, but you don’t mind too much. You continue the hike forward and Frankie and Fox follow at your sides, both beaming ear to ear and enjoying the serenity of the woods.

Frankie picked the campsite, so he’s technically leading the way, but the trail is fairly straightforward, meaning you don’t need to be led. Frankie points out wildlife here and there: chipmunks, rabbits, cardinals and chickadees flitting through the pine-needled canopy. He’s in his element, and you’re in yours: with him.

The mud gives way to drier ground ahead, and luckily enough Frankie pulls off to the side. It’s the perfect spot, with a beautiful little field of wildflowers. “Welcome to your five-star hotel for the night, babe,” he assures you and kisses you softly, making you giggle and kiss him back with excitement and a pinch of nerves in your stomach.

There’s a routine the two of you have silently adopted. Frankie sets up the small tent, just big enough for the two of you and Fox. You gather kindling, set up a fire, arrange the chairs and all-around make the outdoor area of your campsite ideal.

Frankie is a man of patience, truly, but sometimes the little portable tent proves to be a challenge. You allow Fox off of her leash, knowing she’s well-trained enough to stick around the site, and find your way to the mess of fabric and stakes covering the man. “Baby. For the love of God, we do this all the time,” you tease.

“Well, something must’ve fucking changed,” he grumbles as he fiddles with the parts. You get on your knees on the soft bed of dried pine needles and help him out. With your help, the tent takes no time at all to put up, and you stand and brush off your hands. Frankie gives you a sheepish smile and you give him a kiss.

The two of you don’t need to converse while you set things up. You enjoy the woods, the rustling of the wind and chirping of birds. Fox curls up on the blanket you set out for her, and when everything is done, you unzip the cooler and hand Frankie a beer. “Well, now we’re all set.”

“Let the fun begin,” he chuckles and twists the top open, clinking his glass bottle to yours.

“So, Francisco,” you smile over at him. “What do you have planned for this trip? I know you have some sort of plan laid out up there,” you tease and rap on his head softly, through the trucker cap resting there.

He blushes a little and looks away. “I don’t always have a plan.”

“Hey.” You turn his face back to yours by the chin. “You do and I absolutely love it. Now tell me about it, please, baby.”

Frankie removes his hat and runs a hand through his curls. “Well, I figured we could start the fire soon, cook dinner over it. It’ll get dark pretty quick. Then hang around the campfire, maybe play some of the games I packed.”

“Is a quiet tumble in the tent on the cards?” You ask him with a teasing grin, nudging his side.

He shrugs, jokingly, as if he’s considering it. “I don’t see why we couldn’t squeeze that in. We only have, oh… three hours of time in between these plans.”

“Then we’ll use all three of those hours,” you shrug and steal a kiss, smiling into his lips. “I love you. And I love it out here.” You were never a nature person before Frankie, usually preferring indoors adventures to hiking or camping. Frankie looks like he belongs out here, and he probably thinks he does. Even if you didn’t enjoy the fun of outdoors adventuring, you’d have at least one thing to enjoy: Frankie’s excitement and enthusiasm over it. “Thank you.”

Fox is curled at Frankie’s feet, and he bends over to scratch her ears, running his fingers through her scruffy fur. “Thank you, baby. For coming out here with me and putting up with all of this. I couldn’t ask for a better adventure partner.”

You do, indeed, cook dinner over the fire. You’d prepped all kinds of chopped vegetables to be grilled over an open flame, and had additionally packed pre-cooked hot dogs as well as s’mores ingredients. Frankie is a firm believer that it’s not camping if it doesn’t include graham crackers, chocolate bars, and marshmallows.

Luckily, your Frankie is a skilled griller. He always is, always has been. He takes care of the cooking part, since you prepared everything else, though he lets you hold the hot dogs over the fire to roast. “I feel like I’m at camp again,” you laugh as you slowly rotate the food over the fire.

Frankie is taking charge of the vegetables, expertly. They’re getting a beautiful char, you notice. “It’s much better, because you don’t have to sneak around to make out with your boyfriend at night, huh?” He teases and tosses you a grin.

“But I get my boyfriend all to myself,” you nod and confirm. “And I have my baby girl with me,” you coo as you rub Foxtrot’s head, where she’s resting at your side.

The meal is delicious, of course, when the two of you work together and each used your strong skills. Frankie slips bites to Fox when he thinks you’re not looking, of course, but it’s endearing, the way the dog’s big brown eyes mirror those looking down at her.

There’s not much conversation while you eat, mouths occupied with food rather than speaking. That’s alright. There’s plenty of time for that tonight and tomorrow.

The sun starts sinking lower when Frankie brings the marshmallows from the tent. “Guess what time it is!” He exclaims as he rips open the bag, skewering two marshmallows and holding them over the fire.

Like he’s a skilled griller, he’s also a wonderful marshmallow-toaster. Frankie toasts yours to perfection, just the way you like it, and you do your part as the s’more-sandwicher, shoving the marshmallow between the graham crackers and chocolate.

There’s no signal out here, and you agreed neither of you would use your phones unless an emergency happened. Frankie frowns as he sees your phone. “Hey. Put that away. Don’t use that.”

“There’s an emergency, Frankie,” you whine, opening the camera app with one hand and eating the sugary dessert with the other.

“And what’s that?” He asks, taking a bite of his s’more.

Strings of gooey marshmallow connect the sandwich to his lips, making him laugh, and you snap a picture at the perfect moment: Frankie’s closed-lipped smile as his s’more falls apart on him. “You’re too damn cute, that’s the emergency,” you laugh and set the photo as your lock screen, tossing it away.

Frankie’s schedule actually worked itself naturally. After the s’mores and a wet-wipe hand-washing to remove the endless marshmallow from Frankie’s hands, you find yourself sitting around the fire, no light left in the sky. When you look up, all you can see is inky blue and pine trees, the stars yet to make their nightly rise.

“I have a song request,” Frankie asks and raises his hand like a child in a classroom.

“Yes, Francisco?” You tease as you walk to the tent, grabbing your ukulele and returning with it, sitting back in your lawn chair with it. “Hit me.”

“Only The Good Die Young by Billy Joel. No, wait- Country Roads.”

Laughing, you noodle around with the strings for a moment. You knew this moment would come, and here’s the opportunity. “I can play all of those and more, Frankie. We’ll do the Billy Joel first,” you nod decisively.

Frankie sounds like the forest wolves at night when he sings along. He absolutely howls, taken away by the song, taken to a place where his voice isn’t just a little on the rougher end of good. He belts the words and dances along in his seat, like you do.

Then Country Roads. You thought the last one was bad before you hear Frankie’s booming voice echoing the ballad of West Virginia through seemingly the entire preserve. But you don’t care in the slightest. You sing along proudly, strumming your ukulele harder and harder until you’re sure you can’t add any more volume before snapping a string.

After the song, you pause and rest your ukulele flat on your lap. “Frankie, baby. Can I ask you something?”

He nods, smiling over at you. “Any time. What’s up, buttercup?” He asks, taking one of your hands and kissing the knuckles.

“Will you marry me?” You ask. The question is straight and to the point, blunt and honest. Your face conveys your hope, and the grandiose speech follows. “I love you beyond belief, Frankie. I love you almost as much as you love these woods. I know you love me too. I just… think it’s time. We’ll be perfect for it. What do you say?”

You can feel Frankie’s slightly-chapped lips curve into a smile against your hand. He’s grinning and then he’s crying, soft water droplets forming in the corners of his eyes. “Of course I’ll marry you,” he grins, grabbing your ukulele and setting it aside.

Once the ukulele is on the ground, Frankie stands in front of your chair and lifts you to your feet, kissing you with such fervor you can’t help but gasp. When he breaks away, you smile, eyes watering too. “I know it wasn’t the most elegant of proposals, but-”

“It was the most us,” Frankie cuts you off with a teary grin. “I would be honored to be your husband, my love. You really want me enough to do that?”

“Frankie,” you coo, cupping his face in your hand. “You are the best husband I could ever want, could ever dream for,” you assure him and kiss his nose gently.

The man laughs, wiping his tears away. “Then let’s get married,” he whoops excitedly, then lets out an excited shout to the woods. “We’re getting married!”

You laugh at his loud and booming declaration, but nothing can detract you for the love and joy in your heart.

When you and Frankie settle down in your chairs again, you pick up the ukulele and finish off with one last beautiful song that you and Frankie have always adored, with a title that truly fits: At Last.

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in-tua-deep · 4 years ago

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Going through ur master list of AUs and celebi incident? For gym leader AU? Please tell me more

okay i definitely tried to asnwer this the day it was asked and then my response was lost in a tragic incident and i lost all motivation but TAKE TWO

so what happened was this: the Umbrella Academy lived pretty isolated in the pokemon au. Like think big spooky manor on the edge of a smallish town, not far away from some really deep and fairly spooky woods populated by all sorts of pokemon.

Anyway, when the kids were 10 they obviously were like “fucking finally, we can leave and go on our pokemon journey and escape” or at least were prepared to Go Forth and Make Father Proud or whatever. Except Reggie was like “yeah, no y’all aren’t leaving just yet”

To which Five, of course, rebelled pretty spectacularly and threatened to run away

“You’ll come crawling back within a day.” Reginald dismisses, because Five doesn’t have a pokemon and you pretty much have to travel through woods crawling with pokemon and trainers in order to get out of town.

Five says “oh? bet” and runs away anyway, deep into the woods

Does Five run into pokemon? Yeah, of course he does. However, he can also teleport and is a feral child who is ABSOLUTELY willing to wrestle a zigzagoon with his bare hands

and Five camps out in the woods with 0 supplies and 0 preparation and look, pokemon are pretty intelligent, right? They can usually tell the difference between a Child and an Adult of a species. Five is also intelligent, and so he absolutely follows the poochyena to the berry bushes which are edible, and gets himself a good meal out of it.

Five is stubborn, and determined, and furious, and he’s going to live in the fucking woods if that’s what it takes because to go back is to admit defeat and that is not an option

So he does live in the woods. The pokemon adapt to him being around. He bunks down with bidoof or sleeps in the trees in nests of taillow and has an ongoing rivalry with the family or purrloin over who can find the best berry bushes

and then he meets celebi

Five is smart, but he’s young and he hasn’t exactly been deep diving into myths and legends in what little spare time he has. He doesn’t know about the mythos surrounding celebi, all he knows is this weird little onion fairy is friendly and lives to play tag - so they do. Five teleports around the woods and hides and jumps out and laughs when he manages to tag the little creature

and one day Five and Celebi are playing, and they get ‘home’ and find... nothing. The family of purrloin are gone, the pikipek who plucked twigs out of Five’s hair in the evening has vanished, the pidgey nest is in pieces

and then they hear voices, and Celebi looks at Five and grabs his hand right before they could be discovered and -

They’re in the woods again. Well, they is a strong word. Five opens his eyes, and Celebi is gone. It’s just the woods. Curious and wary faces poke out of the trees and the bushes, but none that he recognizes. A family of ratata are in the hollow that serve as the purrloin’s home. The trees aren’t arranged right. The paths aren’t the same. The woods look different and Five... panicks just a little bit okay

So he runs through the woods and everything looks familiar and also different, he can spot the craggy rocks where the pidove like the make their nests, but the berry bushes aren’t where they should be. The canyon is only half as deep as it should be, and the graveyard of bikes stolen from various trainers is absent

Five does the only thing he thinks he can do: he goes home

Which would be much more significant if there was a home to go to. Five gets to where he’s absolutely sure his village should be, where the manor should be, where his siblings live, and just. Keep finding more woods. He figured he must have taken a wrong turn at the caves, but when he backtracks it’s where it’s supposed to be. He’s in the right location, but the wrong... time

Celebi did this, he is sure of it, and so that’s who he has to find

Except Celebi is nowhere to be found, and Five looks. He trecks through the forest for miles every day, plucking berries from bushes with nimble fingers and curling up in nests of moss at night. The pokemon of this time aren’t especially wary of him and indeed often come chittering up to sniff him and ask him to play. Five wonders if they’ve ever even seen a human before.

(Honestly it seems half the pokemon have decided he’s a weird variation of abra or ralts? demonstrating his teleportation makes one concerned ursaring scoop him up and leave him at the feet of a gardevoir with grunts of diapproval but Five is a strong independent young human who doesn’t need pokemon parents)

Years pass, and Five learns the ebb and flow of the woods even more in depth than he did before. He makes friends, the various pokemon running around and helping him look for Celebi but who also tempt him into playing with them and helping them and just living

(sometimes, Five wonders why he’s even trying to get back. he wonders why when he’s curled up and soft and safe, when he knows in the morning that he’s going to go to the river to play. then he remembers his siblings, who are still stuck with Reggie as far as he knows)

He grows up in the woods with pokemon as parents and siblings, grows taller and older and is very good at mimicry. He hoots softly to the pidgey and barks with the growlithe and dances with the hoppip, learning a million different languages as he runs recklessly between the trees racing electrike to the lake with laughter on his lips

and then he finds Celebi again, on an unremarkable day when he’s challenged quilava to a game of hide and seek tag

and Celebi extends their hands to him

“I haven’t said goodbye.” Five protests, but Celebi extends they hands again and Five knows that if he leaves now he might not ever find the little creature again

(He thinks of his siblings and takes a deep breath and reaches out and -)

He’s back in the woods again. Alone again.

(He looks down at his hands, and startles, because they aren’t his hands. They’re too young, caked in dirt but without the calluses he’s gained over the years.)

He runs, he runs back to his village and almost bowls over a drainer on his desparate sprint. Even the sight of a person is so strange that it almost halts Five in his tracks, but instead he sprint until he’s standing in front of a sight he hasn’t seen in years

He’s at the manor. But it’s different still. The lawn is in minor disrepair, which isn’t that much but it’s still wildly different from Reginald’s exacting standards of perfection. Maybe the old man let things go looking for Five? Did Five’s absence affect things so much?

He hears arguing, and without even thinking about it he jumps and suddenly he’s in front of - a bunch of strangers?

“Five?” One of them says with a voice that wobbles, and Five immediately backs up.

“Who are you?” Five asks, but he’s pretty sure he already knows. There are six people here, after all, all who look hauntingly like the siblings he left behind if they’d been allowed to grow up in his memory.

“Five, Five it’s us. What happened to you?”

“No.” Five denies, “No. I’m back. This isn’t right. This is wrong.”

That’s how the siblings end up having to deal with a physically eleven year old Five crashing Reginald’s funeral or whatever looking like he’s been living in the woods for months or maybe years? Five tells them he’s older than 11, that he lived in the woods for years but doesn’t know what Celebi did to him. At first he wants to go hunt Celebi down again and demand he be taken back to where he should be, but Vanya stops him stating that they lost him years ago and they need him to stay now

So they get the fun honor of having to raise a half-feral pre-teen who hasn’t really had human contact since he was 10 and who seems more comfortable with pokemon than he does with people. Most of the fam are well on their way to setting up gyms/already being gym leaders/working their way up and so Five ends up as the dragon gym leader when he’s physically 13-years-old

His siblings are all like “haha yeah we’re all the same age I think? unclear” and when people point at five they’re just like “haha yeah celebi time travel bullshit is the worst amiright” and no one has the balls to challenge them on it

(Five didn’t become a gym leader at physically 11 because he had to be taught to reintegrate into society. He still naps in piles with his pokemon and has to be bribed into using a bed/sleeping indoors but he actually speaks to trainers instead of dropping from the ceiling and ambushing them for gym battles so improvement)

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butteraway · 4 years ago

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when time runs out | ii

⋆ summary: A young girl has fallen deeply ill with an unknown disease in her, so with all her free time spent in an empty hospital room, she spends it online playing video games. That's until she meets her cousins friends, one spiking her interest with his extremely vulgare language.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: small mentions of suicide (I’ll put a star ‘⋆’ on top and below the paragraph so you can skip over it if your uncomfortable, you won’t miss anything too important so dont worry!)

"Bro, honestly I still can't believe that you of all people made it into the elite, number one hero school in the country."

"Waahh, I'm telling you! I'm the real deal Y/N!"

"So, how's your summer been? School's gonna be starting soon, are you excited?" Denki could only smile and sigh as his character was finally killed off.

Said girl chuckled as she heard Denki's voice rise through her headphones as they continued killing zombies in front of them. She grimaced as a zombie attacked her from behind her character. Geez, I never get a break in this game.

"Well, to be honest, nothing big really happened besides me getting my acceptance letter from U.A. Just me training and hanging with the fam." He laid back in the comfort of his bed, headphones still on in order to hear his cousin.

"Aah, already training, hero boy? That's why you haven't been visiting me lately." Y/N pouted and crossed her arms as her TV screen turned black, returning her to the main page of the game.

"Man, we suck at this game!" Denki laughed out loud as he saw how long they lasted in the last round. Y/N smiled and let out a small giggle of her own as she placed down her controller.

"Yeah, how long have we had this game for? It still feels like it's our first time playing this." Denki cracked a smile, even though Y/N couldn't see him.

"Hey, sorry for not being able to come to the hospital. Getting ready for U.A. is no joke, haha." Denki rubbed the nape of his neck, eyebrows scrunching up with regret.

"Nah nah, it's fine! I understand that you have things to do. You have big plans for the future." Y/N brushed a strand of her hair away from her face, looking down at the needles that were plunged into her arms. Her eyes were clouded with an emotion she often felt when talking with Denki. She always felt guilty whenever the feeling came around.

"Must be nice to be able to achieve your dreams." Jealousy. She hated the feeling she got every now and then, but you couldn't really blame her. She lost everything in only a couple of months. Silence passed between the two teenagers, Y/N finally realizing what she said.

"Uh s-sorry about that! I didn't mean to say that alou-" Y/N was cut off by Denki's soft voice.

"Y/N, it's... okay to feel like that. I don't understand what you have been going through, but I know that you shouldn't bring yourself down for something you can't control. You're such an amazing person and to be honest. . ." Denki paused as Y/N's eyes began to glaze over.

"I'm doing this for me and you. You always encouraged me to take any opportunity by, as you like to say, the neck. I-I wanna make you proud, y'know? I wanna make it feel like you're a part of this crazy world, even if you're not really here, walking with me through it all."

Y/N’s lips wobbled as she let out a watery laugh. She hunched over, small tears falling down her face. To someone else, this would've boosted their ego, but to Y/N, those words meant the world to her. No one had ever said that to her before. She felt like she had a purpose in this wretched life of hers. She sniffles were heard by Denki

"H-hey! It's okay, p-please don't cry!" Y/N heard shuffling coming from Denki as he reassured her to not cry.

"I mean it. I only wish you could be there though, it would be so much cooler!" Denki smiled, trying to lighten up the mood. Y/N's sniffles slowly quieted down as she let out a soft laugh that made his heart swell with joy. At least he can make her laugh.

"I'm s-sorry, but no one has ever told me t-that." Small hiccups came from the girl as she calmed down, taking deep breaths to slow her heart rate. Won't want doctors to come rushing in just to see her crying over something so small.

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"I-I'm just really happy you said that." Denki's heart clenched at those words, his chin trembling every now and then. He knew that Y/N wasn't happy with where she was. She had even admitted that she had urges to rip out the needles and slowly lose her life from there. Denki spent the rest of that night talking to her after. To say he was concerned was an understatement. He was terrified when she told him.

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"I think us being able to play games together is already enough!" They both laughed and talked for a couple of minutes before deciding to to hang up.

"Y/N, I mean it when I say I want you to be happy, okay? I hope you feel better tomorrow. Buh-bye!" Y/N said her goodbye to Denki, hanging up and closing the laptop that sat on a movable table.

Her smile slowly left her face, leaving her staring blankly at the pure white wall and mirror in front of her. When visitors were gone, her window would turn to a mirror so no one would disturb her. Y/N took a good look at herself and only sighed. Despite being as healthy as she could get, she looked a bit on the thin side, this complimenting her skin. Running a hand through her hair, she untangled the little knots that had formed there.

"Geez, what happened to you girl? You look like a zombie." Y/N looked at the zombie game and cringed.

"Literally." Just then the door to her room opened and shut quickly, the air filter turning on when a female doctor entered. Y/N watched her carefully as she checked the IV that connected to her arm. The protective suit never made Y/N feel better about her condition.

"Are you alright, Ms. L/N?" The light, stern voice rang through her ears as she looked at the woman in front of her. Y/N gave the doctor a grin.

"Never been better."

It had been an hour since the doctors had turned the lights off, but Y/N didn't feel the slightest bit of exhaustion. She had been sitting in the pitch black room for the time being and was really debating on turning on the TV.

"Ahh, fudge it." Instinctively reaching out for the remote, she turned on the TV and winced as the bright light hit her.

Looking back to the screen, she chose the option of going online and waited for other players to join. While waiting, a new character popped up next to her and she could only smirk at their username. Tapping on her mic, she decided to make conversation with them to see if they also had a mic.

"Now, what to play. What to play..." Y/N had settled for playing OverWatch since she didn't feel like playing any story type games. No cliffhangers tonight, Y/N thought. As the game loaded, she laid back and began thinking about cheesecake. When was the last I ate strawberry cheesecake? Great, now I want some. Thinking about eating cheesecake made her excited about the next day.

"Well hello, dear ol' 'King Explosion Murder_1.' Nice name you got there." Y/N chuckled as she said the name out loud, seeing another player enter.

"Hello 'Tape Dispenser?' What's with the wack name?" The girl’s eyes crinkled as she smiled at their name, hearing the user chuckle through her headphones. 'King Explosion Murder' still had yet to reply, but that didn't bother her. They're either using the bathroom or don't have a mic.

"The name was inspired by my quirk. But what's up with '_DeathGirl_', huh? You good?" Y/N could only laugh at what he said. She should really send him a friend request.

"I’m honestly great, a little tired, but great! I just gotta make up a name, y'know? But your quirk has to do with tape? I don't know if that's wicked or useless." The boy laughed while Y/N laughed as well, losing her grip on her controller. That was until a gruff voice interrupted their laughing session.

"Shut the fuck up, your annoying ass voices are giving me a damn headache." Finally, after being silent, 'King Explosion Murder_1' spoke up.

"Aah, so you do talk. I don't know why you didn't say anything sooner Mr. Explosion Murder." The other player could only sneer at what she said, hitting his desk with his fist. Another player had joined, Y/N only noticing.

"Ah, hello 'Sleep Deprived Controller!'" Said player made their character wave, making Y/N chuckle. While they had their interaction, 'King Explosion Murder' was shouting at her, now realizing that she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

"Hey! Listen to me when I'm fucking talking to you, emo bitch!" Y/N’s eyes widened, soon rolling her eyes, watching the game load as they were placed into a match. What's his damn problem?

"Hey man, no need to go calling people names now." 'Tape Dispenser' nervously chuckled as he heard the other player growl. Y/N sported a shocked face as she heard this. What is he, a dog???

"Outta this conversation, extra!" Tape dude could only deadpan at what he was just called. Who calls people extras?? I’m not an extra, in fact I think I’m- 'Sleep Deprived Controller' listened with an annoyed expression on their face, wishing they could shut their shouting teammate up. Damn, wish I actually had a mic.

The game began as all the players separated, going their own way to kill their enemies. Everyone was in the zone, getting items and yelping every now and then if they were attacked. The first to go down was 'Tape Dispenser', then 'Sleep Deprived Controller', leaving both Y/N and 'King Explosion Murder' left on their team. Y/N smirked at their winning team, only one player was left on the other team. Just as the game was going to end, the opposing player shot down 'Explosion Murder', killing him.

"FUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" His mic cut off, causing the two players with mics in a cackling mess. Y/N calmed down, remembering she was still playing, trying to hunt down the last player. Finally, after many curses by a certain player and cheering from another, she located her enemy.

"You better fucking win this or I'll kill you." Knowing he didn't mean that last part, she only focused on the first part. You better win this. Those words echoed through her head as she stopped aiming for the player. She hated being told what to do.

"Ah, so you're one of those people." Not knowing what she meant, they only watched with wide eyes at what she did. Y/N jumped down next to the enemy, shooting them twice with her weakest gun, signaling them that she was there. Quickly, the other player shot her character down, killing her. They lost the game.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?! WE COULD'VE FUCKING WON!" Explosion Murder wasn't taking defeat easily like the other two were. Y/N could only give a grunt of disapproval towards the loud player.

"Ha, why did you just give up right there? You could've easily killed him." Tape Dispenser was just as confused as the other two players, slightly disappointed at the loss. Y/N sighed as she rubbed her forehead.

"Sorry not sorry, but this dude really thought he could get away with telling me what to do. I'll make my move when I'm ready, sorry to disappoint you guys." She sighed as she rubbed her neck, ready to hear the disapprovals of her teammate. But what she heard and saw made her smile.

"Nah, it's fine. It can get a tiny bit annoying with Murder yelling in your ear." Tape Dispenser reassured her, with Sleep Deprived's character giving her a thumbs up. Though, the annoyed sigh caught her attention back to him. Her eyebrow twitched. What is it now?

"I'm done with this fucking sappy shit scene. I'm out." Those were Murder's last words before he disconnected, leaving them in an awkward silence before Y/N stifled a giggle.

"I have a feeling that won't be the last time I'm seeing him." Tape Dispenser chuckled while Sleep Deprived's character shook their head, making Y/N softly laugh. After sending friend requests to both people, she bid them both fair well and left.

Y/N turned off her console and tv, putting the controllers on the table near her. She laid down in the comfort of her bed, thinking about her interactions with the people she met. She smiled, closing her eyes and drifting into a dreamless slumber with only one thought in mind.

King Explosion Murder is such a weird name.

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daichis-kitty · 4 years ago

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HAIKYUU CHARACTERS + THINGS I’VE SAID WHILE DRIVING

Warning(s): language/swearing (oops)

A/N: I’m sorry. I’m an angry driver. I’m not an “aggressive” driver but I do yell a lot. Won’t change anything I’m doing, but will 100% yell. Self-indulgent.

IF YOU WERE EVENTUALLY GOING TO END UP IN THIS LANE, WHY THE FUCK DIDN’T YOU START HERE TO BEGIN WITH?

SUGA, ENNOSHITA, YAKU, Akane, Kunimi, Goshiki, KAMASAKI

FUCK YOU. FUCK YOUR MOM. FUCK YOUR DOG. Ok. Maybe not that far. JUST FUCK YOU.

SAEKO, Yahaba, Kyōtani

OH. MY. GOOOOOOOD. WHY ARE YOU DRIVING SO–oh, it’s an old person.

UKAI, SUGA, NOYA, SAEKO, Kuroo, OIKAWA, Mattsun, TENDOU, FUTAKUCHI, Atsumu, Osamu, Kōrai, Daishou, Sakusa

I’m already pushing 80 (in a 65), please stop tailgating me.

DAICHI, Kinoshita, Akiteru, SAEKO, Bokuto, Washio, Konoha, Kindaichi (will probably take it as a challenge and speed up), SHIRABU, Aran, Terushima, Daishou

*someone is tailgating me* What if I just… hard-braked, huh?

NOYA, TANAKA, Yaku, TORA, Mattsun, Makki, Kunimi (might be petty if there’s a car in the lane next to them and slow down to match that car’s speed so the tailgating car can’t pass him), FUTAKUCHI, SUNA, Terushima (bitch)

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? OH. YOU’RE PROBABLY FUCKING UGLY.

Tsukki, Kiyoko (if she’s in a particularly bad mood and no one else is in the car), SAEKO, Akane (I can just see it), OIKAWA, Yahaba, Kamasaki (gets roasted if Futakuchi’s in the car with him like “who are you calling ugly”)

*incoherent gibberish* look at the cute doggo eheh

KINOSHITA, HINATA, YAMAGUCHI, YACHI, Inuoka, Alisa, Oikawa, Yahaba (if no one’s in the car with him), Atsumu (only if Osamu and Suna aren’t there), Kanoka

Look, fam. There is no one next to us. I’m not moving out of my way for you, so just PASS ME, BITCH.

Daichi, Suga, Asahi (minus the swearing?), Narita, Nobuyuki (swears if no one’s in the car with him), Tora, Iwaizumi, KINDAICHI, Kyōtani (purposely slows down to force the car to pass him), SEMI, Atsumu, Daishou

Was it my turn? I think it was my turn? Did that person honk at me? Oh my god, just don’t make eye contact.

KINOSHITA, Narita, Kageyama, Hinata, YACHI, Akiteru, Shimada, KENMA, AKAASHI, Iwaizumi, Semi, Koganegawa, Kita (poker face but internally screaming), Sakusa, KANOKA

*no turn on red sign* DON’T DO IT. *someone turns* Biiiitch.

DAICHI (prob him off-duty), NOYA, TANAKA, Ennoshita, Kiyoko, Takinoue, Fukunaga, OIKAWA, Iwaizumi (doesn’t cuss, prob just rolls his eyes), Mattsun (chuckles at the end), Makki, Kamasaki, Aran

I HOPE YOU CAN SEE ME YELLING AT YOU THROUGH YOUR REARVIEW MIRROR, YOU ASSHAT.

Ukai, Suga (prob if someone really pissed him off), SAEKO, Kuroo, Kunimi, Futakuchi

Let me in? Let me in. Let me in? LET ME IN. *doesn’t let me in* YOU’RE ALL FUCKING UGLY.

Suga, Asahi (doesn’t cuss, prob just clicks his tongue), Narita (aren’t you tired of being nice, don’t you just wanna go ape shit), TSUKKI, YAKU, Lev, Alisa (pfft. models)

*takes deep breath then aggressively* YOU KNOW WHAT? I… AM GLAD THAT YOU AND WHOEVER MAY BE IN YOUR CAR ARE SAFE–EVEN IF YOU JUST DID SOME DUMB SHIT. WE ARE BOTH ALIVE AND THAT’S ALL THAT MATTERS.

TAKEDA (internal conflict over road rage everyday), Daichi, Akiteru, TORA, Ushijima (rarely says anything while driving but there’s always that one almost accident), TENDOU, ATSUMU, Terushima

BONUS: late night drive, vibing either singing or humming along to music and actually not bothered by people on the road for once

Takeda, Ukai (both during away game trips), Narita, Tsukki, Akaashi, Aone, Kita

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lvlyhao · 4 years ago

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『wayv’s ideal type』

headcanons, WayV

A/N: i love yangyang. send tweet.

today’s theme is... um... none. no braincells for an aesthetic

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE GENDER NEUTRAL AAAA

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡)...?

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: i think like 2 swear words and as usual, my tough love for the neos. don’t be offended.

word count: 1.6K

pairing: wayv members x reader (includes kun, ten, winwin, lucas, hendery, xiaojun, yangyang)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Kun

Kun, similarly to Taeil, would most likely fall for someone very mature and responsible. My dude is already the father of 7 children (I'm counting Chenle); the last thing he needs is one more.

Very closely related to that is what I think would be another of his priorities: whoever they are and however they are, they've got to get along with the rest of WayV—but it's even better if NCT as a whole likes them. As much as he'd love his s/o, I can't say that if it ever came down to choosing them or his members, he'd pick his partner. The guys are his family and a BIG part of his work, which takes over most of his life, so there's really no escaping it. Befriend the boys or bye-bye.

Once the boys approve of his crush, I think his interest would grow if they've got many pastimes or hobbies. I mean, c'mon, Kun can fly a plane on the same day as he sings his lungs out on Inkigayo and then goes home to cook some fancy-ass dinner. He doesn't need them to be on his level, though. Small, silly passions are the ones the loves the most. He'd listen to them talk about ANYTHING for like 3 hours straight, even if it's why their favourite type of constrictors are pythons. No, that is totally not about me. Shut up.

Ten

Y'all remember that one WayV live where a fan asks for dating advice? Yes, I'm taking a lot from it. If you've seen it, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that Ten likes honest and straightforward people. He values himself way too much to lose his time with someone who's playing games, making him chase them and things of the sort. It's simple, really. If you like him, great, he'll give you the stars if you ask, but if not, great too, he'll live.

I can see that either he'd get with a person as extra as him or someone on Jaehyun's level of unbothered. Not many options here. You either become his partner in crime and bring hell on Earth with him, or you accept it well. Just don't be judgy or ask him to tone it down. That's the way he is, so why should he, you know?

Speaking of that, AUTHENTICITY, FOLKS. Being authentic is a big deal here. Ten is very true to himself and is always encouraging us to be, as well. Anyone he even considers dating will be nothing short of unique and unapologetically so. Being confident is just so attractive for him, I can't even—and yes, even if they're a bit strange. His partner might be a weirdo, but they're HIS weirdo, and he'll fight anyone that disagrees.

Winwin

I think while other members might fall for someone as bright as the Sun, he'd love a person as calming as the Moon. You know that aesthetic? The gentleness, introspectiveness, wisdom, the tranquillity... yeah, fam. That's it for my boy Winwin.

Allow me to elaborate: all of those traits would make him very comfortable with the thought of being in a relationship. I can see Sicheng as having some trust issues, aside from not being very touchy or loud when it comes to affection. Having that peaceful aura would really help him grow closer to his partner because he knows they'll be patient with him and respect his boundaries.

He wouldn't mind if they're more on the talkative side, but he needs a person that can appreciate silence too. Something I see a lot for him is having loud thoughts that are hard to get rid of. Dating him would mean having nights when he's tired out of his mind and just doesn't have the strength to talk. His partner will have to understand that and stay by his side until his inner world is a bit less chaotic, just holding his hand and letting him take his time. I think allowing him to have his space and peace in the relationship is how he feels loved the most.

Lucas

Yukhei would not mind one bit having a more childish, carefree partner. He's a big baby, c'mon, being around another baby would probably make him the happiest. I also think he meant it when he said he doesn't care about age (that one V-Live from years ago). Younger than him, older than him, my boy doesn't give a fuck. He really just wants someone to be silly with and smile a lot.

Having said that, I really can't see anything pushing him away from getting to know someone. Lucas is very lighthearted and loves people, so I think he'd have his fun getting to know anyone—and tbh, he would be hooked if they're a bit mysterious too. His interest would probably get the best of him, and he wouldn't stop whining about it to the other boys until he learns something about them. Very random, yes, but I can 100% see him complaining to WayV during dinner, LMAO.

One thing he wouldn't enjoy too much? A partner that can't take compliments or doesn't like being spoiled. Yukhei's affection is LOUD, and he really thrives off praise, cute pet names and giving gifts. He'd most likely be heartbroken if he finds out they don't like any of it, almost like they're shutting down his love itself.

Xiaojun

Ah, my dear Dejun. The middle child of WayV. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, just look up "Xiaojun's middle child problems" on YouTube and go from there. If you don't feel like it, lemme break it down to you: he's an angel, but the boys mostly accuse him of everything and anything and will throw him under the bus for fun. It's very entertaining. At this point, my boy doesn't have a fight or flight response; more like fight or fight (shhhh, I'll get into the headcanon now).

I think since he's used to being so defensive around his members, he'd appreciate a person that makes him feel both understood and safe. They'd share similar tastes (mint-choco ice cream, cough cough) and interests, but they'd most likely have a fiercer presence than him. Kind of intimidating, tbh. Very nice. I can definitely see that his partner wouldn't let WayV's chaos get to them and would, undoubtedly, be as much of a savage as the boys are.

He'd probably like it if they (playfully) fight his members and defend him from whatever-the-fuck they're blaming him for atm, so, yes, a bit protective. I think Dejun would simply find it cute and admirable, you know, their braveness. Would 10/10 brag about it when they're alone.

Hendery

Kunhang is the ultimate crackhead, but a sweet one at that. Being a Libra (yes, I'm going there), I think he can actually be very sentimental around the people he trusts the most and needs to feel like he belongs. That leads me to point 1: his partner would also be a crackhead. That's REALLY not up for debate. Kunhang wouldn't even think about dating someone that's not as much of a weirdo as he is.

Point 2: he probably wouldn't like to be with a person that's too vain or superficial, whether that goes towards others or themselves. He's said before he hopes the fans can see him as more than a pretty face, and I can imagine that goes for his s/o too. He'd simply not feel connected to someone who's always dolled up or dressed to impress. Would definitely prefer a more casual style and personality.

I guess point 3 is kinda random, but it makes sense to me, so here we go. Kunhang would really like someone who's just in love with human nature. For him, it's the tiniest things: the way they laugh, how they drink their tea, which side of the bed they'd prefer... it all adds up to a person, and I think he'd feel over the Moon to be with someone who sees the same things as him. Comment on a small habit of his he thinks no one else would notice, and I swear he's yours.

Yangyang

He is a spoiled brat, and I say that with all the love in the world. We've all heard WayV say how he basically tries to exploit them (mainly Hyung-line) at every opportunity he gets, which makes me think Yangyang might be a bit lazy, yes, but also that he'd do great with someone whose love language is acts of service.

Now, I'm not saying he'd tyrannize them or anything of the sort, but things would work very well if that is how his partner expresses their love. They wouldn't mind fetching him a drink, cooking something—or ordering out, if they can't... you know, stuff like that. It would make him feel very validated and cared for. I see that, for him, that's the ultimate type of devotion.

The last thing I can imagine he'd consider is whether they can take his teasing and antics or not. Yangyang's affection is really not shown through super heartfelt, sugar-coated moments; quite the opposite, actually. If he feels happy around someone, his way of showing it is that playful banter, insults and teasing, you know? He really wouldn't know what to do if the person takes everything he says to heart, like—Yangyang.exe has stopped working. So, yeah. A thick skin and elastic heart are a great combo for my boy.

Bonus: he'd lowkey cry if they get super hyped with his work as an artist. PLEASE praise his dancing, rapping, visuals and all. I don't think many people do, and even if he denies it, the compliments make him all fuzzy inside. #appreciateyangyang2021, he's underrated af.

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final notes: head empty, no thoughts, just 90′s love yangyang

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riversofmars · 3 years ago

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Back to Halifax fam! Part three of four. Here comes the angst and a little bit of smut. Enjoy! Rated M (language and sex)

Home Is Not A Place - Part 3: The Mistake

“Caroline��“ Gillian whimpered, her voice far more shaky than Caroline would have expected.

“Yes?“ Caroline hummed against the soft skin at the base of her neck, delighting in the breathless moans and gasps her kisses drew out of her.

“Don’t stop…“ Gillian practically begged, as she arched her body against her.

“How could I…can’t keep my hands off you,“ Caroline growled, tracing lines down her body, to the waistband of her pants.

Gillian bucked her hips to meet her.

Caroline awoke with a start, disoriented, sweaty and frustratingly aroused. As her room slowly came into focus, she realised she had been dreaming. The body pressed to her belonged to her dog Ruth and she rolled away from her.

“For fuck’s sake, Caroline, get your shit together,“ she groaned to herself as she rubbed her face and threw her covers off. She was feeling far too hot, despite the bitter cold outside that the poorly glassed windows barely kept at bay.

Bloody Gillian Greenwood. Caroline stared up at the ceiling, trying to banish the image of Gillian from her mind. Gillian, stripped to her underwear, panting, holding her close… Caroline rubbed her face more firmly, just short of slapping herself. It wasn’t really Gillian’s fault, was it, that she was lying here thinking of her. The sheep farmer was completely oblivious to it, or so Caroline hoped. Gillian would hardly have got soaked in the rain on purpose, just to have an excuse to strip in the lounge, could she? That would imply that she knew of Caroline’s attraction for her. That was highly unlikely, as Caroline had always been careful not to let on too much. It would also imply that she wanted to encourage her for reasons of her own; and there could be no plausible explanation for that.

No, Caroline would have to accept that this was a very one-sided attraction and she would simply have to wait for it to pass.

And yet… Gillian had admitted to having been with a woman before. Why would she do that if not to drop a hint? Caroline implored herself to stop thinking about it. She couldn’t risk how well things were going, it would be ruinous and downright stupid.

No, Caroline would wait for this crush to pass and that was that. But how was she to do that with Gillian right there? Her witty snark, her heart-warming smile, and her great arse? Through no fault of her own, Caroline’s mind conjured up the image of Gillian bending over to rummage through the pile of washing… Caroline pressed her thighs together, her body tense with arousal from the dream she had just woken from.

Was it disrespectful of her to think about Gillian like this? It was becoming clear that she couldn’t stop her thoughts going there. Perhaps, playing it out in her mind would help her get over it, she mused. It would never happen anyway so what was the harm in it? Caroline’s mind was screaming with ludicrous justifications as to why it wasn’t bad to imagine shagging her step sister. The most convincing argument was - of course - that this was the privacy of her own mind. Gillian would never know, and Caroline knew she wouldn’t be able to go to sleep any time soon unless she did something about the state she was in.

Fuck it, she decided, and pushed her hand between her legs. She groaned, frustrated with herself over how wet she was. There was nothing for it, she pushed away her self-consciousness and instead imagined what the sheep farmer could be doing with that talkative mouth of hers. Perhaps she’d be quite eager to please her. She remembered the way she had looked at her during their “thank you“ dinner the other night, reminiscent of a puppy dog looking for praise… A nice way of saying “thank you“ would be on her knees between Caroline’s legs… Caroline bit back a moan as she imagined Gillian’s nails digging into her thighs.

Or maybe, given how headstrong Gillian was, she wouldn’t be submissive at all. Maybe she could have fucked Caroline on that very kitchen table, or the kitchen side, or the sofa, or the bloody wall, any wall, pushing her up against it and Caroline would only be wearing a skirt and…

“Fuck…Gillian…“ Caroline gasped as her fingers did the work she so badly wanted Gillian to do. She wished she could find out what it would be like, really like, to be with Gillian. It was a privilege far too many men had had for Caroline’s taste and she couldn’t believe the injustice of it. She knew she was worth a thousand Robbies, Pauls or Johns. She would not treat her the way they had, she would look after her, care for her, love her…

“You’ve got issues, Caroline, honestly…“ Caroline breathed into the darkness and wiped the sweat off her face.

——

“There you are.“

Gillian looked around when she heard Caroline’s voice. Her face brightened immediately.

“Storm’s cleared,“ she smiled and waved for Caroline to come and sit with her. She was perching on the wall outside the house, looking out onto the fields beyond. The sun was just coming up, it would be a clear day, apart from the fog that was coming up from the damp ground after yesterday’s storm. It was Sunday morning and everywhere around them was quiet still.

“I’m never gonna get used to this view,“ Caroline commented as she came to sit next to Gillian. She hugged her warm mug and pulled her coat tighter around her. It was very chilly, but Gillian didn’t seem to notice. She was drinking her own tea and smiled, looking out into the valley herself.

“Be a shame if you did,“ she chuckled into her drink.

“Is it bad that I’m dreading everyone coming home this afternoon?“ Caroline asked, after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Nah… I’ve been enjoying the peace and quiet too,“ Gillian admitted with a smirk. “Let’s enjoy it while it lasts…“

“We’ll have weekends like this more frequently once Ellie and Raff move out properly…“ Caroline mused and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She wanted to spend as much time alone with Gillian as she possibly could, but she was worried it would only make ignoring her feelings harder. Particularly when Gillian looked as peaceful and content as she did right now.

“Hm,“ Gillian hummed thoughtfully and Caroline frowned.

“What?“

“I just… I was just thinking, after all this… shit. Eddie and John. My numerous misadventures, Robbie! God, Robbie… and you losing Kate, that… after all this, we do deserve something nice, don’t we,“ Gillian didn’t look at her at first, she looked out into the valley, a soft smile playing on her lips that the morning sun lit beautifully.

“If there is any justice in the universe…“ Caroline mumbled, struck by how beautiful she looked in that moment. So utterly at peace and it defied her understanding that she played a part in that.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as settled and… happy… as this…“ Gillian confessed and looked at Caroline with a smile that made the headteacher’s heart nearly jump out of her chest.

“Me neither…“ Caroline admitted and it was true. Not even when she had been happy with John or in the short but lovely time she had had with Kate, had she felt so complete and content. It was that realisation that made her throw caution to the wind. Surely, Gillian wouldn’t be saying these things if there was no deeper meaning behind it all. Maybe she had been dropping hints on purpose all along… Caroline stopped thinking, she just leaned forward and kissed her.

For one beautiful moment, Caroline’s world shrunk to the feeling of Gillian’s soft lips against hers. It felt liberating and right and even better than she had imagined. At least until Gillian pushed her away.

“Caz! What are you…“ The sheep farmer exclaimed, eyes wide with shock. It was like a sobering slap in the face, only, a slap would have probably hurt less.

“I uh- I’m, oh my God, I’m so sorry, Gillian, I just… I got caught up in the moment and…“ Caroline stammered, disoriented, she struggled to grasp what was going on and she cursed herself for her lack of restraint. She had spent all of last night telling herself how she would never ever act on these feelings and here she was, ruining everything! She stared at Gillian who was at a loss for words herself, she had blushed deeply, tensed up, and wild panic was painted all over her face.

“I uh- I’m gonna just… sorry.“ She jumped off the wall and fled, rushing off to God knows where, around the corner of the barn. It took Caroline a good minute until she recovered from her shock and when she did, her emotions broke out of her. She chucked her mug across the yard and broke it on the barn door. That bloody barn. She imagined Eddie watching, laughing at her.

“Fuck,“ she groaned and buried her face in her hands. She took a deep breath. “Well done Caroline, really fucking well done, you just had to go and ruin everything, didn’t you…“ She looked out into her valley, her vision blurring with tears. She was not prepared to give up this new found happiness. She would have to find a way of making things right with Gillian. How could she have made such a crude lapse in judgement? Slowly, she slid down the wall and started gathering the broken china of the mug.

——

“You alright mum?“ Raff asked, eyeing his mother across the dinner table. The rest of the family had returned in the afternoon as predicted. First Raff and Ellie with the kids, then Greg had brought round Flora. Now, the kids had gone to bed and the grown-ups were having their tea and discussing how the house hunting was going. At least that’s what Raff and Ellie were trying to do but neither Gillian nor Caroline seemed to really be listening.

“Hm? What?“ Gillian looked up from her plate, confused.

“You’re uncharacteristically quiet,“ Raff observed, exchanging a glance with his wife,who gave him a shrug.

“Maybe I was just thinking how I’m missing the f-bloody peace and quiet from before you all piled back in 'ere,“ Gillian snarked, far harsher than she probably meant to. Fortunately, they were all used to Gillian’s moods by now so Raff just turned to Caroline:

“Caroline, what’s wrong with me mum?“ He asked, as if she wasn’t even there, in response to which Gillian just chucked her cutlery onto her plate like a stroppy teenager.

“What’s wrong with her? Nothing’s wrong with her. Maybe she’d be better if you weren’t pestering her,“ Caroline’s response was snarky as well, she wanted to be left alone to her own thoughts, as she presumed Gillian did. They hadn’t spoken for most of the day and sitting next to each other at dinner now was harder than she would have imagined.

“Not you too,“ Raff groaned.

“You had a fight or summat?“ Ellie asked, looking between the two women.

“What would we possibly fight about?“ Caroline shot back, twirling her pasta around her fork.

“Would you like a list?" Ellie chuckled and Caroline shot her a look that would have shut up anyone.

“Everything’s perfectly fine, eat your tea,“ the headteacher instructed and Raff was quick to appease:

“It’s lovely, this, Caroline.“

“Thanks love.“ She managed a thin smile as they all returned their attention to their plates.

“I’m not feeling too good, I’m gonna get an early night,“ Gillian announced and got to her feet abruptly. “Can you check in on sheep later, Raff?“

“Sure.“ He nodded quickly and the sheep farmer practically fled the table. There was a moment of tense silence with only Gillian’s footsteps, rushing up the stairs to her bedroom.

“You not gonna go after her?“ Ellie asked once they heard a door slam upstairs.

“Why would I?“ Caroline asked, bewildered at the very suggestion.

“If something’s happened, you’re better off clearing it up sooner rather than later,“ Raff agreed with his wife.

“She doesn’t want me talking to her,“ Caroline huffed, moving her pasta around the plate that she - despite going through some pain to make it - didn’t fancy at all.

“So something did happen!“ Raff exclaimed as if her statement was proof to that effect. “What’s she done? Did one of sheep get into the house again?“

“Nothing happened!“ Caroline shook her head. She wanted to laugh at how he naturally presumed it had been Gillian that was at fault. Nothing could be further from the truth but she couldn’t tell them what had happened. It would only make things worse. The best course of action would be to ignore it had ever happened. “Just give her some space,“ she advised, which was exactly what she planned on doing herself. With any luck, things wouldn’t be as tense tomorrow and they could forget about the whole thing.

——

Caroline was engrossed in a book when Gillian reappeared. Raff and Ellie were watching telly, while Caroline had retreated to the other sofa. For a moment, Gillian lingered at the top of the stairs, probably wondering if she dared be among them again, but as it turned out she had no intention of that anyway. She crossed the living room without a word and headed for the front door.

“Thought she said she were getting an early night…“ Ellie commented when the front door slammed shut.

“Caroline…“ Raff looked over to the headteacher. “If you won’t tell us what happened, can you at least…“ His voice was almost pleading and Caroline couldn’t refuse, not when she knew this was her fault. Perhaps talking it through would help…

“Alright…“ She closed her book, threw the blanket aside and got to her feet.

Caroline wrapped herself up warm and stepped out of the farm house. The night was clear as the day had been and yet, she couldn’t see Gillian anywhere, she seemed to have made good use of her head start. She pulled her coat tighter around herself and made her way down the path. The Landrover was still there so she couldn’t have gone far.

That’s when she heard her, her muffled voice and she spotted the flickering light of a torch in the barn. Reluctantly, self-consciously, Caroline stepped closer.

“I bet you’re fucking loving this, aren’t you.“ It was definitely Gillian’s voice, louder and more pronounced now and Caroline stopped by the door of the barn. It wasn’t entirely shut but it wasn’t open and inviting either. “I could be so happy if it wasn’t for everything you’ve done to me.“ Gillian’s voice was distraught, worked up and angry. Caroline knew who she was talking to. Part of Gillian still believed that Eddie was still, somehow, present in that barn where he had died. And it seemed like she was shouting at him now. “I could be whole and together and worth a bloody damn. You satisfied?“ She was yelling from inside and Caroline couldn’t bring herself to walk in. She didn’t want to intrude, it wouldn’t be fair. She really ought to head back inside, allow Gillian this moment of privacy to work through her feelings. “Even after all this time, I still can’t f-bloody get anything right!“ Her words didn’t quite make sense to Caroline, but she got the gist. “I deserve to be happy, I do! Even after what I did, I deserve to move on. You put me through hell and I came out the other side and I deserve something good to happen and I thought it had and now it’s all fucked up again!“ Caroline’s heart sank when Gillian’s voice broke with sobs. “So congrats, you’ve fucking done it again.“

Caroline didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t go in, it was too much, too personal. She felt guilty for even listening in, but the sound of Gillian crying broke her heart. She realised she had messed up big. Gillian had been happy and she had forced her out of her comfort zone to where she didn’t want to go. Of course she would blame Eddie for it, like she did with most things in her life when they went wrong. Like she had blamed the accidents that had happened to Robbie on him too… Caroline knew it was her fault this time though, Eddie was well and truly gone. The only hold he had in this world was the one he still had on Gillian and Caroline cursed him for it. She wished she could just be free of him. She wanted nothing more than for Gillian to be happy, she knew she had to find a way to make things right with her. Ignoring each other as they had done for the most part of the day, just wasn’t an option. She wanted to be content and happy like they had been the past month, she had to find a way of restoring that balance and reassure Gillian she had no expectations of her. She stepped away from the barn, heading back to the house, but it was too late.

“What’re you doing out 'ere?“ Gillian exclaimed and Caroline looked around.

“Just uh… Raff asked me to come look after you…“ she answered slowly, shifting uncomfortably. She should have left sooner.

“Raff can fuck off,“ Gillian huffed, locking the barn door behind her.

“He’s concerned about you, I am too…“ Caroline said slowly as she realised they were heading into a stand off. Gillian kept her distance, crossing her arms as well and staring her down with an uneasy air about her.

“Were you listening?“ Gillian’s voice swung between accusatory, distressed and insecure.

“No, I…“ Caroline broke off because the lie would be so incredibly hard to maintain. How was she supposed to pretend she didn’t know how distressed she was?

“Cause it’s none of your f-flipping business,“ Gillian snapped in an angry outburst that made Caroline flinch and feel all the more guilty.

“I know that…“ she said softly. “I just… are you okay?“ The bright moonlight illuminated the sheep farmer’s face just enough to reveal her damp cheeks and puffy eyes. Gillian must have noticed her staring because the response was quick and harsh:

“Do I fucking look okay to you?“

“No, that’s why…“ Caroline winced, struggling for the right thing to say. It was a minefield, one that she had set up for herself. No matter which way she turned, compassion, remorse, admitting to listening, pretending she didn’t know why she was upset, apologising for a mistake or admitting to the depth of her emotions and motivations… with Gillian every course of action could blow up in her face and make things even worse than they already were.

“Leave me alone, Caroline.“ Gillian seemed to think it best not to give her an opportunity at all. She strutted past her, back towards the farm house.

“Gillian…“ Caroline couldn’t let her go, she had to try something, anything, so she reached out, grabbed her arm to hold her back. Gillian’s reaction was more violent than she could have anticipated.

“Get your hands off me!“ The sheep farmer yelled and ripped her arm away, cradling it against her like she had been burnt, she stared at Caroline with a turmoil of emotions in her expressive eyes. Caroline’s heart sank, she crossed her arms again.

“I’m not gonna do anything, I got the message loud and clear…“ Caroline mumbled, self-consciously.

“Yeah, well- You better not,“ Gillian’s sharp reply drove the matter home and Caroline didn’t look up, not until the sheep farmer had disappeared inside the farm house.

The headteacher turned away and looked out into the valley. She felt numb.

#Last tango in halifax #caroline mckenzie dawson #gillian greenwood #caroline x gillian #gillian/caroline #femslash #angst #rated M #mutual pining #slow burn

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timelord-winchester-22b · 4 years ago

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For what it's worth

This is a request I got a g e s ago, but hey I least I did it. I spent ages on it and it still didn't come out as good as I had initially wanted it too, but it's still pretty good imo, so enjoy.

You’d gotten up that morning and gotten ready for what you told yourself would be an unusual day. Not that they weren’t all unusual, as travelling in the Tardis tended to throw any concept of normal out the window. But it would be extra unusual because it would only be you and the Doctor.

The rest of the Fam had decided to spend a little time at home and while you wouldn’t protest spending time back on earth, you jumped at the chance to spend a little quality time with the Doctor. Besides, what was the point of a time machine if you couldn’t pop off for a three-day trip and be back three minutes later?

The other unusual thing you’d been hoping for was a trip where you wouldn’t end up running around, saving lives. This celebration was one for the history books, and according to the books, nothing at all would go wrong. The planet, which was part of a politically united system, had been mined nearly empty beneath it’s crust.

As a result, it could no longer support the weight of the structures it held. So, naturally, the population fixed their buildings with anti-grav technology and continued life hovering above the surface of the planet. No one had been on the ground for generations. Until that day.

Apparently the current elected leader of the system had realized that if the empty mine shafts could be properly reinforced, the ground would once again be able to hold the weight of life on the surface. It took nearly 20 years for the reinforcements to be properly placed, and then the anti-grav systems could be shut down, and the people could set foot on the surface for the first time in their lives.

The celebration was big and grand and exciting. You and the Doctor landed in a smaller residential street where the locals had set out their celebratory picnic to share with the neighbors. This, the Doctor insisted, was real history in the making, not the crowded main squares where you could barely move without bumping into someone.

Not wanting to seem rude, you’d doubled back quickly for a plate of biscuits from the Tardis kitchen. But even as you placed them with the rest of the foods, you’d realized that it was unlikely anyone else would be able to have any before the Doctor had eaten them all.

There were screens set up all along the street, showing who you assumed was the president of the system giving a speech at the planet’s capitol. But your own joyful celebration was halted when you spotted another man behind him, scowling at the speaker.

“Doctor?” You called her attention quietly. “Who’s that on the edge of the screen there?” She frowned at the sight, humming a little in thought before turning to stalk back to the Tardis. You blinked at her for a moment before quickly following.

“Doctor what’s the matter?” You called after her, following her into the ship. The doors shut behind you as you approached her. She was at the console, reading over what looked like a foreign newspaper.

“Who is that guy? Should we be worried?” You asked again.

“Possibly” The Doctor hummed, flicking a few switches and bringing up another article to have a look at.

“Can I have a little more details please? I’m not entirely familiar on intergalactic history” You reminded her.

“That man is Thomas Taylor. Known to have run against President Moore for 12 years. That’s four elections lost, but Moore keeps getting re-elected” The Doctor began to explain, she opened up another article, this time mercifully translated to english, and stepped back so you could have a look at the screen. “I was just brushing up on my history to be sure…”

You frowned at the article you were scanning as she talked. It declared one Mr Thomas Taylor dead after a malfunction with his personal ship.

“Be sure of what?” You asked her, but you dreaded that you already knew the answer.

“This is dated for tomorrow. Whatever happens to him happens today, and there was no record of him being on this planet or at the celebration. No reason for him to be. He considers Moore to be an enemy”

“You don’t think Moore had anything to do with it do you?” You frowned, glancing at the Doctor. She didn’t respond, but her stance was tense. She wouldn’t meet your gaze and she was keeping her hands busy with seemingly random controls on the console. She was thinking, and she didn’t like the ideas she was getting.

“Won’t know until we find out what did happen” The Doctor decided eventually, pulling the lever to take the two of you away from the friendly gathering and to the planet’s capitol.

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“Don’t worry! We’re reporters!”

That was a new one.

“We’d been told we could have a private interview with President Moore after he’d delivered his speech” The Doctor continued.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in unless your name is on the list” The woman at the door informed you, seeming genuinely apologetic.

“Oh, really?” You sighed. “Our editor is going to kill us if we don’t get this piece! We’ve messed up before and if we don’t go back with an exclusive we’re likely to be out of a job” You explained, pouring upset into your tone and body language.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in unless you’ve been cleared” The woman shook her head again.

“We have a letter from President Moore’s personal assistant” You stated suddenly, like you’d just remembered. “Yeah I have it right… oh no I think you have it” You gestured to the Doctor and she picked up your hint, digging around in her pockets a moment before bringing out the psychic paper. She held it up for the woman to see and she frowned at it for a moment before sighing.

“Well I’m really not supposed to let you in unless you’re on the list… but I suppose you were supposed to be” She pulled out a couple visitor’s passes on lanyards and handed them to the Doctor. “Don’t go telling everyone you weren’t on the list though, okay? I save your job, you save mine?”

“Of course” You agreed with a smile, taking the badge the Doctor held out to you. “Thank you so so much, you just saved my whole career”

The woman sent you a smile and a nod, pushing the door behind her open so you and the Doctor could get inside.

“When did you become such a good liar?” The Doctor asked once the door had closed again and you were on your way.

“Well it’s not exactly lying… it’s acting” You reasoned with a shrug. “I’m just playing the part” The Doctor hummed, a little disbelievingly, but dropped the topic. The two of you managed to con your way inside with the same story (of course adjusted a little when you came face to face with the personal assistant you’d never spoken to before) until you were sitting directly across from the president of the system himself.

At this point you weren’t sure if the Doctor was still playing a part of if she was really that excited to be talking to him. According to what you’d been told hours before, he'd had plenty of achievements in his time as President. It was entirely possible that you'd had a chance to meet one of the Doctor’s favorite historical figures.

You were almost sad to excuse yourself to the bathroom so you could snoop through his desk in the next room. But you did so anyway. You found nothing much interesting. Plenty more evidence that he seemed like a stand-up guy, but nothing to suggest he’d sabotage another politician’s ship. You’d only just found the latest official blueprints to the underground reinforcements when you heard footsteps approaching.

Cursing under your breath, you barely got a look at them before you had to shove them back in the drawer. Glancing around, you realized too late that you now wouldn’t be able to leave without the person on the other side of the door seeing you. You doubted that “Oh, this isn’t the bathroom!” would go down well after you’d been in there for at least ten minutes already.

So you did what any sane person would do. You threw open the nearest door and found yourself hiding in a closet. The door opened and closed quietly, and footsteps approached the desk. Drawers opened and shut like the person was looking for something and you frowned. The door had been left open just enough for you to be able to see out, but all you could see was a shoulder and some blueprints on the desk. Hadn’t you put those away?

The figure made a small triumphant sound as he found what he was looking for, picking the blueprints off the table and placing them in the drawer you’d found the others in. This was when you realised there was a mirror opposite the closet door you’d been hiding in.

Just your luck, it seemed the figure at the desk was a vain one, because he approached the mirror to straighten his tie, and when he leaned down slightly to fix his hair you got a perfect look at the man’s face. None other than Thomas Taylor.

Your mouth fell open in shock but you managed to keep quiet while he picked up the blueprints taken from the drawer and left the room as quietly as he’d arrived.

You waited until you heard the door click shut and his footsteps fade away to venture out of the closet. Throwing a look at the door, you opened the drawer you’d been looking in last and picked up the blueprint to eye them closely. You’d only gotten a quick look at the others, but you could swear the reinforcements looked half as thick, and certainly further apart than they’d been on the others. But what was the point of switching them out after construction had been finished?

You glanced at the door the Doctor was through, distracting the President and his personal assistant, and then through the one Thomas had left through.

That’s the sort of question you’d need answers to before you went around accusing anyone of anything. So, leaving the blueprints on the desk, you ventured cautiously out of the second door, following the hallway quickly until you had caught up with Thomas. You ducked back just in time for him to glance over his shoulder and see no one looking before he opened a maintenance door and ducked inside.

You waited a moment before following, fingering your phone in your pocket. You and the fam had recently equipped the Doctor with her own phone so you could contact each other when one of you had been dropped off home, or in a situation like this. But if you called for her help, the president would likely follow, and you weren’t sure who to trust yet. So you left your phone untouched and followed Thomas.

The door led to a construction lift that could be used to reach the planet’s surface. Directly below there was an opening that led down through the surface of the planet. Likely an entrance that had been used to build the new reinforcements. You stepped into the small pod and pressed the clearly marked ‘down’ button. You didn’t hesitate to open the next door this time, slipping inside and beginning to venture downwards. It was a fairly long walk down, and you wondered idly if anyone had noticed how long you’d been taking supposedly in the bathroom.

You pulled out your phone to check for any sign the Doctor had been looking for you, but found none. Knowing you should probably at least send a discreet text to let her know where you were going, you slipped your phone away for the moment anyway. You could contact her when you actually had some answers, you decided.

You kept going until you found you heard voices, and you slowed as you reached the bottom of the stairs, being cautious now as you approached the doorway you could hear the voices coming from.

“Are the charges in place?”

“There’s only one, sir”

“Only one? We’re trying to take down some of the most sturdy reinforcements I’ve ever seen and we’ve only got one explosive?”

“It’s the best demolition tech this side of the galaxy, sir. Took months to construct. It’s more than enough to bring the capitol down”

“It had better be”

You listened in silent shock, beginning to back up towards the stairs now that you knew what was going on. But you stopped suddenly when you were met with the unmistakable feeling of a gun at the base of your neck. You let out a soft sigh, hopefully coming across more annoyed than anything, you couldn’t have whoever had caught you knowing how terrified you suddenly were.

“We have a visitor, sir” The man behind you announced cheerfully, pushing you into the room. The man in question turned around, eyeing you skeptically.

“Who’s this? How did she get here?”

“Just found her at the bottom of the stairs here sir, she’d been listening” The man behind you explained professionally.

“Huh” Thomas looked you up and down, seeming unimpressed. “Kill her” Guns tended to be a little different in other galaxies and time zones, but you knew what one sounded like when it was prepared to shoot you.

“Wait!” You protested, making the man pause. Thomas raised an eyebrow at you, but you had his attention for the moment.

“I- you don’t want to kill me”

“And why not?” Thomas questioned, seeming almost amused now.

“Because… because I’ve got a recording device. And if anything happens to me, your confession to taking down the capitol, knowingly killing hundreds of people will be sent to my friends, who will release it to the public. I don’t think the people want to vote for a man who would knowingly kill the people he claims to want to look after, do you?”

Thomas eyed you for a moment.

“Search her”

The gun powered down and you heard shifting as it was returned to a holster before the man behind you began to pat down your pockets. You took the chance as you saw it, hoping that these people were close enough to humans to react the same way. They certainly looked it. You stomped on the man’s foot, threw an elbow back into his stomach and the back of your head into his nose, making him cry out in pain and giving you an opening to run for the stairs.

“Get her!” rang out behind you and footsteps followed quickly. You pulled out your phone, quickly dialling the Doctor in the hopes that she might be able to meet you somewhere halfway. But a hand wrapped around your ankle just as if started ringing and you fell, hitting your head on a step and dropping your phone in the process. You turned slightly, wincing at the pain that flashed through your temples. The man who stood above you had dark blue blood dripping from his nose and a murderous expression on his face.

You heard your name being called quietly and turned your head to see the Doctor had answered the call.

“Doctor, help…” You managed to speak into the phone before the man behind you moved to step on the device. You winced as the screen cracked and the call dropped out, but you didn’t have time to focus on it before you and the phone had both been picked up off the ground. You were handled rather roughly back into the room, your phone tossed onto a nearby table.

Another man, this one seeming almost disturbed by the situation, moved from the small device he’d been working on to have a closer look at your phone. Probably a scientist, you realized. Of course he'd be interested in your foreign technology. You eyed the other object. It wasn’t much bigger than your phone, but rounded, a cylinder.

A hand found it’s way into your hair to pull your head back and you hissed in pain, redirecting your gaze to a displeased Thomas.

“Sir, the one she’d contacted on her communicator, could be the doctor I’d seen talking with Moore just now. She’d found the blueprints and I think she’s suspicious” The man behind you told Thomas.

“Well you’re being pretty goddamn suspicious, I think she’s allowed” You muttered. “What exactly are you hoping to accomplish anyway?”

“Why would I tell you that?” Thomas sneered.

“I dunno” You shrugged, “Show off how clever you are? I already know enough to ruin your whole plan if I told anyone, so you wouldn’t be putting yourself in any more danger by doing it. And it must be clever, I can’t seem to work it out”

Thomas smirked

“The election” Was all he said.

“The what?”

“The election is only a week away” He clarified, squinting at you like you were stupid. “Moore is hoping to use this stupid planet as a publicity stunt to guarantee the win. But I am not losing to him again. I figure if anyone were to find out that he’d begun cutting corners, ignoring safety procedures, and if the capitol were to collapse the moment it touched the ground…”

He grinned. “Well, who’d want to vote for the man who let that happen? Meanwhile I emerge from the ruins, one of the few survivors, my presence on-world proving that I myself trusted Moore up until the moment he failed us”

“And how do you expect to survive dropping a whole bloody building on your head?” You questioned incredulously.

“I made arrangements” Was all he said, turning behind him, drawing your attention to a transparent box set in the middle of the room.

“A glass room?”

“Azbantium” Thomas corrected you. “Three times harder than diamond, one inch thick. I seal myself in, take out the reinforcements and watch the capitol fall below the surface. Then I climb my way out”

You hummed in understanding. “Nah, it won’t work”

Thomas blinked in surprise and you scoffed.

“I mean, come on. How much thought really went into this plan? It’s all a bit threadbare, no? I bet this is your handiwork, huh big guy?” You added, turning your head best you could so the man behind you knew you were talking to him. He growled and the next thing you knew you were being shoved face-first into the nearest wall. Then your phone rang, drawing everyone’s attention. The cracked screen showed the Doctor’s picture.

“The Doctor’s gonna stop you” You told them, trying to remain as threatening as possible despite your situation.

“Leave her” Thomas spoke up.

“But sir!”

“I said leave her!” Thomas ordered clearly. “Put her in the cage until we can work out exactly who her doctor friend is” The man handling you did as he was told, but didn’t look pleased about it. Thomas was the one to input a code in the keypad beside the door and open it for you to be shoved unceremoniously inside, landing on your knees. The door slid closed and sealed behind you and you huffed, turning to sit on the floor facing the others in the room.

A communicator crackled to life and you couldn’t decipher what was being said, but the man with the gun looked very concerned by it.

“Sir, it’s the Doctor, she and Moore are coming, and they’re bringing guards. They know”

“Suppose there’s nothing left for you to do but run” You suggested. “Find another system to hide in and hope you get forgotten”

“Or I could lure them down and let everyone who knows die in the explosion” He sneered.

“I mean you could” You agreed, standing and making your way over to the door. You traced the keypad with your fingers, not recognizing what you assumed were the alien numbers, and eyed an exposed wire. With your other hand you reached into your pocket and pulled out a cylinder, holding it up for everyone outside to see. Eyes widened and turned to the surface it was sitting on before. Your phone rang again.

“But I’m the only one going when this blows” You declared, snapping the wire with one swift movement. “And there are plenty more who know your plan” You couldn't help but feel a little victorious, maybe even smug, when Thomas began to look fearful. If this would be how you go, at least you knew you won something, and saved people, doing it.

Thomas shot you what you assumed was supposed to be a dirty look, although he just looked afraid, quickly leaving through a back way you hadn’t seen before. The scientist glanced at you, slipped your phone off the desk and scurried out of the room, taking it with him, despite your protest. And then the room was empty and fell quiet.

You settled the cylinder back into your pocket with a sigh, lowering yourself to the ground. Now that you didn’t have anything else to focus on you could feel your head spinning and your temple ached.

And then you heard your name, concern painted in the familiar accent.

“Doctor!” You called back. “Doctor, I’m down here”

The Doctor rushed into the room suddenly, a whirlwind of color that headed straight for you.

“Are you okay??” She asked, hands on the wall that separated you. Her eyes widened at the sight of the blood at your temple. “Hold on, I’ll get you out”

“No, wait” You stopped her. She paused, looking shocked all over again when you pulled the explosive out of your pocket. “You won’t be able to stop it. I don’t know how long before it goes off, any moment. If you open the door it’ll take out all the supports and the surface will collapse”

“But… you’re in there”

“I know”

When the Doctor said your name, it sounded dangerous. She was warning you, like she warned her enemies. She was warning you for threatening her companion, and you couldn’t help a sad smile at that.

“If you open the door, Doctor, thousands of people will die. I can’t let that happen”

“No, because we’ll just close the door again before it goes off” The Doctor contered, starting to work on the keypad beside the door.

“Doctor!”

She kept going.

“Doctor stop!”

“No”

“You might not be able to close the door again in time! Don’t risk all those people, please! I’m not worth it!”

“You are to me!” She shouted in return, startling you. When she said your name this time she wasn’t warning you anymore, she was begging. “I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Just let me try. I can do it” She pleaded with you. You nodded slowly. She nodded in return, turning her attention back to the keypad. The door unsealed moments after.

“Come on! Quickly!”

You placed the bomb on the ground and ran quickly out, letting the Doctor get to work on sealing it back up. It took a few moments, and the bomb detonated only seconds after the door had been resealed. You’d barely been able to let out a breath in relief when the Doctor was suddenly on you, holding you tightly to her.

“Don’t you ever try to do that again” She scolded, her voice muffled in your shirt.

“I won’t” You assured her, moving to hug her back. She shifted to bury her face in your collarbone, and you soon found your shirt feeling damp. You couldn’t help but be shocked at the show of emotion from her, and before you knew it you were crying too.

“Doctor?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go home now?”

“Yeah”

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"Hey Doc?" You called the Time Lord's attention from the other side of the console room. She hummed in acknowledgement. "Did you ever find out what happened to Thomas's ship?"

The Doctor thought for a moment.

"No, I don't think I did" she admitted. "History didn't change, his ship still had unexplained technical difficulties, he still died, and I still don't know why" she scowled. "I don't like not knowing"

"Okay" you nodded, trying not to laugh at her annoyance in the situation. You had to admit, you were a little irked by not finding out yourself. "Oh, I also might need another phone"

"A phone?" The Doctor asked incredulously. "Why? Yours worked perfectly fine last I checked"

"Might still work, but Thomas's little science buddy stole it" you shrugged. "Probably to take it apart or something"

The Doctor went quiet and you frowned.

"What?"

"I don't suppose there's any chance you keep your phone on airplane mode is there?"

"... No"

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