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knife to meet you. | cole x reader | chapter iii

A/N: I don't know what's wrong with me, but I've been CONSISTENTLY WRITING???? And I'm already starting the fourth chapter for this fic??? What is happening!!

Anyways, chapter 3 is here! I hope you all enjoy. Thank for all of your support so far!

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Wind batters the ancient walls of the monastery, silence creeping through the hallways as you down the remnants of your morning beverage. Nya and the ninja are nowhere to be found, and you’ve yet to see Wu today. On any other day, the silence wouldn’t have bothered you, but something is…off, somehow. You can’t put your finger on it, but something in the atmosphere is suffocating.

After you finish cleaning up, you decide you need some fresh air. You’d been meaning to explore other parts of the mountain anyway. Tucked underneath your arm is a blanket, your medical bag in your other hand as you proceed to the exit. You’ve probably just been cooped up too long.

Just before you’re about to exit the monastery, your peripheral vision catches motion from one of the open rooms. Halting, you glance at the source.

Sensei Wu is kneeled in his meditation room, thumbing through a photo album. Next to him rests his tea kettle, steaming with his latest brew as he gazes at the people in the photographs. The elderly man senses that you’ve stopped, eyes lifting from the photo album as he snaps it shut.

Realizing that you might be intruding, your eyes widen. “I’m sorry, Sensei. I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

Wu shakes his head, closing the album and pushing it to the side. “Oh, you’re not interrupting. I was about to check on the dragons anyway.”

As Wu reaches for his teacup, you can’t help but glance back at the album. Printed on its worn, muted gold cover is the symbol for Creation - you remember seeing the same symbol in one of Mystake’s books. Underneath that symbol is another one - this one stands for remembrance.

Interesting.

Sensei rises from his position, accompanying you down the hall. In one hand, he carries his bamboo staff while his tea kettle hangs from his other arm. “Have you been settling in well?”

“Yeah! Everything’s been going great,” you answer as the two of you approach the sliding doors.

“I am glad to hear it. Change is neutral and carries no regard for those it affects. Adjusting can be difficult, so I’m glad everything is working out so far,” he muses as you pull the doors open with your free hand.

Not to your surprise, the ninja are nowhere in the courtyard; in their absence lies an empty, eerily silent training course. “Where’d the guys go? I haven’t seen them all morning.”

Sensei Wu pushes a button on one of the monastery support beams. In response, the obstacle course retreats into the ground. “They went out earlier, to investigate something Zane found last night. I’m not sure when they’ll return.”

“I see. Well, I’m going to go look for ingredients for potions. Everything I need should be on the mountain, so I won’t be far in case they need patching up after.”

“Ah, ingredients, you say? You’re welcome to use some of the herbs from my tea garden, if you like,” he says.

“You have a tea garden?” you say, grinning at Wu.

“Certainly. Mystake’s tea blends are the best in Ninjago, and her brand is the only one I drink. However, I’ve yearned to create my own brand of tea for some time now. So, I learned how to grow my own herbs and have been trying to craft the perfect tea recipe ever since.”

“I see,” you reply, tilting your head in thought. “You know…part of my work at Mystake’s shop involved me helping out with her tea blends. So, if you need help, I’d be willing to lend a hand.”

Wu considers your offer, a thoughtful expression on his face as he nods. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”

…

It only takes you about fifteen minutes to find Wu’s garden, and an additional half hour for the ingredients you need. The fresh air helps clear your head, ridding you of that strange, oppressive atmosphere you’d felt earlier.

Why do I feel so weird today? you wonder as you pull open the massive courtyard gates. I’ve probably just been cooped up in here too long. Maybe I can go out with Nya later.

An herbal scent draws you back into the present, beckoning your gaze towards the source. Sensei Wu sits in front of a stand filled with incense sticks, pale smoke ascending to the sky. Deciding not to disturb him, you return to your room.

A flurry of motion flinches when you push the door open. You jump in response, realizing Nya is back. She must have been hard at work over her desk, if the series of writing utensils and blueprints on her desk say anything.

“Nya,” you realize, chuckling at the scare. “You’re back.”

“You scared me!” she exclaims, settling a hand over her chest as she laughs. “Yeah, sorry. I went to check on the dragons this morning, and you were still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“I see,” you say, setting your bag next to your bed and coming to sit next to her. “What are you working on?”

The black-haired girl grins, rotating the pencil in her grip so that she can tap the eraser on the page of schematics. “Well, a few different things. First of all, the last mission made me realize that we need some form of long-distance communication. I’m thinking maybe earpieces? That way, the ninja can wear them underneath their hoods, and they wouldn’t be super bulky,” she frowns, tracing the outline of her sketches. “For me, I’m going to rig my bracelet into a communicator. We’ll have to figure out something for you. But we can wait to decide on that until I’m further in the design process.”

You nod in acknowledgement, scanning her notes and sketches. You don’t really understand any of it, but it’s still cool to look at. “Wow…this looks complex. Having a way to communicate over long distances would be helpful, though.”

She flicks the pencil back onto the paper, swiveling towards you as she shakes her writing wrist out. “I hope they’ll help. The designs are going to be a bitch to make, but I think Jay and I can swing it.” She punctuates her sentence with a sigh. “How about you? What have you been up to? I know it’s kind of a slow day until they get back.”

“I just gathered some herbs from that small section of forest up here,” you reply, shrugging. “I’m going to try and mix some medicines later on.”

Nya nods, swiveling back towards her work. “Got it. Maybe when they return, and you’ve patched them up, we can go out. There’s something I want to show that I’ve been working on, but it’s kind of far-”

“Nya?” interrupts Sensei’s muffled voice from the hallway. You and Nya glance at each other, the urgency in Sensei Wu’s tone alarming you. The two of you hop out of your chairs, rushing over to the door.

Before Nya even gets the door all the way open, she starts responding. “Sensei, what is it?!”

“The ninja are in trouble,” Wu answers, clutching an aged flute in one hand. “I had a smoke vision of them. We must go help them.”

“Got it,” Nya turns to you. “We’ll be back as fast as we can!”

“Okay. Be careful!” you call as the two rush down the hallway.

An overwhelming sense of helplessness overcomes you as you pace around the monastery. All of your potions are already prepared, so there’s not much you can do in terms of prep. It’s a matter of waiting now, which is the worst part.

Biting your lip, you pace around the monastery, your medical bag slung over your shoulder and at the ready. It probably hasn’t even been ten minutes since Nya and Wu left, yet it feels like it’s been hours. Nya was right about the team needing communication devices - not knowing what’s going on is eating at you.

Maybe I’ll just wait outside so I can see when they get back, you think, heading for the front sliding door.

Pushing your bag out of the way, you move to open the door. To your surprise, it doesn’t budge.

“What the hell?” you mumble, hands drifting to the lock. Just as you thought, it isn’t latched. So why isn’t it opening?

Uneasiness creeps throughout your tummy as you tug on the door one more time, frowning at its refusal to open. Something deep inside your gut tells you that the chill of the draft isn’t the reason why the hairs on your skin are standing.

“Something is coming. Be careful,” whispers an unfamiliar, feminine voice. You jump, gasping at the nearness of her words. When you swivel your head, however, it reveals no one else in the hallway with you. Words freeze in your throat as you shake your head, trying to get ahold of yourself.

“What’s coming? Who are you? Are you the lady I saw outside?” you wonder, voice cracking a little as you try the door again. It’s still not opening.

“Yes. Snakes. I cannot hold this form for long. Please prepare.” With that, the atmosphere lightens as the presence evaporates. You swallow at the lady’s warning, questions buzzing about your mind.

Man…what would Mystake say if she were in your position? She’d tell me to listen to my body and instinct. She always said that if you feel as if something is wrong, then you’re probably right, and to never doubt your intuition.

You don’t feel threatened by…whoever that was, and you wouldn’t put it past the serpentine to try and steal their staff back. You decide to heed her warning; you can always try to figure out who she is later. But how are you supposed to prepare for an attack? The only thing you can think to do is lock the gate. Not to mention that you’re still learning the monastery’s layout.

Your mentor’s words echo in your mind: Don’t freeze. Make a decision. Doing something is better than doing nothing.

Swallowing your fear, you try the door again. This time, it swings open. You dash towards the gate, holding your medical bag steady against your side. With a grunt, you swing the swiveling wooden latch into place.

Autopilot kicks in when you realize that the snakes will probably ransack the place looking for their staff. It’s too bad you didn’t see where Sensei Wu hid it, otherwise you could take it with you.

Running through the memories of items you recall everyone using, you decide to collect sentimental items that can fit in your bag. You manage to grab Jay and Nya’s blueprints, the siblings’ twin, custom-made knives, a container of Kai’s hair gel, Cole’s art supplies, Jay’s handheld gaming console and invention journal, a few of Zane’s books, and Sensei Wu’s photo album.

Mental note to thank Mystake for making this bag so big, you think when the zipper closes your packed bag with ease.

As soon as you finish, the ground shakes in response to something booming outside. You gasp as shouts emanate from the direction of the courtyard, eyes widening when you realize you’ll be the first thing the serpentine see if they get inside.

So much for the gate.

At the thought, you dash through the monastery, ducking inside the guys’ room and locking the door. Thankfully, your memory was right - they do have a window, and outside of it, there’s just enough room for you to walk around the perimeter.

“Find the staff!” commands a voice - this time, a familiar one. Maybe one of the snakes you and Nya eavesdropped on at Jamanakai? “Burn this pathetic place to the ground! Ensure the ninja have no home to return to!”

As soon as the leader stops talking, chaos ensues: the snakes cry out, immediately tearing the building apart. Glass shatters, footsteps thunder through the halls, furniture is torn and ripped apart.

With no time to waste, you slide the windowpane up. Shrugging your bag off your shoulder, you push it through the window first. After giving yourself a boost on the bunk beds’ nightstand, you manage to haul yourself through.

Your landing is ungraceful, but it works. A grunt escapes you as you pick yourself back up, grabbing your bag again before looking around. You’re on the back portion of the mountain now, and there’s not much room for you to walk on. There are only a few feet between the monastery walls and the edge of the mountain, so you follow the walls.

Fear tightens your throat, wind whipping against your skin as you work your way along the side of the monastery. You force your gaze to remain on the path, paying no heed to the mountain’s looming height. As you walk, a smoky scent starts drifting about the air as the chaos inside rages on. Even so, you continue forward.

To your dismay, once you round the corner, your pathway ends. It’s blocked by a windowed wall of the monastery, meaning that you’re going to have to cut through inside. Cursing underneath your breath, you crouch down underneath the kitchen window. You need a plan.

Okay…where should you go, first of all? Everyone else is gone, so you’re on your own, and you sure as hell don’t stand a chance against the snakes. You wrack your mind for a solution before recalling something that Nya and Wu said earlier.

“The dragons!” you realize. Sensei Wu said he had wanted to check on them earlier, meaning that the ninja hadn’t taken them on their mission. If you can make it there, you could hunker down with them. Unless the serpentine thought to light the keep on fire too…

You shake that thought away, deciding to tackle one problem at a time.

Decision made, you peek through the kitchen window. From what you can see, it’s clear for the moment, but thick plumes of dark smoke have gathered above. Flames have consumed the left hallway, meaning that you’ll have to make a break for the keep from one of the windows facing the courtyard.

First Spinjitzu Master, help me. Here goes nothing.

You’re not so lucky with this window - it’s locked. You reach down into the pockets of your bag, pulling out a knife you’d taken from the ninja’s room. The hilt seems hefty enough to shatter the glass. With a grunt, you slam the butt of the blade down onto the glass, flinching as it shatters. Glass pools at your feet, the noise drowned out by the chaos emanating from the main side of the monastery.

Tucking the knife back in your bag, you start climbing into the monastery. Remnants of glass nick your hands as you hoist yourself inside, leaving your palms stinging and bloody. Heat singes your skin as you rush towards the other window, smoke ravaging your lungs and throat. Through coughing fits, you make it to the window and manage to unlock it.

Once you push it up, you spot a group of snakes huddled near the front of the monastery. The path past the gate seems clear otherwise; you just have to make it. Hopefully the dragons can bail you out if the snakes chase you.

Okay. Here you go.

Initially, the snakes don’t notice you clambering through the window, too focused on watching the monastery burn. You immediately break into a sprint, bag jostling against your torso as you pass the gate despite your efforts to keep it steady. Voices shout from behind you, but you don’t stop to look back. Instead, you run faster, lungs burning as you resist the urge to cough again.

When you make it to the stretch leading to the keep, you force yourself to keep your eyes ahead. You don’t focus on the fact that you could tumble to your death with a single misstep.

Your heart breaks when you realize the serpentine had lit the dragon cave on fire. Roars pierce the air, prompting you to scramble for the lever embedded in the wall.

“Fuck!” you yell when the lever turns out to be harder to pull than you anticipated. The blood on your hands isn’t helping either; your grip keeps slipping. Frustrated, you fish a medical towel from one of your bag’s many pockets, using it to secure your grip. Adrenaline rushes your muscles when you hear the serpentine approaching. “Come on!”

With a strangled cry, you finally manage to pull it all the way down. Gears screech from within the cave, the wooden gates retreating into the earth moments later. Shard and Wisp stomp out of the cave, immediately taking flight while Rocky lingers behind, stepping out of the fiery portion. He growls at something behind you, prompting you to turn around.

You gasp when you see a snake closing in on you. He wields a twin set of katanas, zeroing in on you. What he fails to notice is Shard hovering in the air across from you, the dragon’s powerful wings pumping gusts of wind in your direction. Icy blue breath erupts from his jaws, freezing the snake solid against the mountain.

“Thank you, Shard!” you yell, voice hoarse. He roars in response, ascending to the top of the mountain and leaving you with the remaining dragon. “Rocky! Are you okay?!”

The dragon whines, nuzzling your hand when you pet him. He crouches, lowering his wing to the ground. You waste no time climbing atop the dragon, sitting in Cole’s usual spot. Thankfully, Rocky doesn’t wait for you to take the reins. Once you’ve got a secure grip on him, he rushes out of the flame-filled cave, wings taking it from there.

Tears gather in your eyes when you spot the monastery completely ablaze. Rocky hangs back so that you’re not exposed to the whelm of smoke rising above the mountain, letting Wisp and Shard take turns blasting ice or sparks at the remaining serpentine. The bastards finally seem to be retreating, but the damage is done; what remains of the monastery is nothing more than a pile of flaming rubble and debris.

“I can’t believe it…” you mumble, watching as Shard begins spraying the remaining flames with his icy breath. “It’s…it’s gone.”

Rocky responds with a mournful growl, coasting on the air as he circles the mountain. You blink a few times, your surroundings not feeling real anymore. Dizziness sways your vision as the events replay, mind having trouble processing everything.

Rocky deems the mountain safe enough for you to land a few minutes later, gently descending to the ground. When you slide off his back, he nuzzles his snout into your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whisper, petting his scales a few times. Rocky merely leans into your touch, sorrow lacing his eyes.

You collapse to your knees, pulling the strap of your bag off your body as Rocky lays down next to you. With the adrenaline wearing off, your skin is starting to sting with the mild burns you probably got inside the monastery. Even so, you elect to hold off on using any supplies until the ninja have been treated.

With the back of your hand, you pet Rocky. He closes his eyes at your touch, adjusting his head so that he’s resting on his forelegs. Another soft dragon groan from your other side catches your attention, a draconic shadow looming over you. Turning, you spot Shard slinking up to you.

“What is it?” you wonder. You swear these dragons can understand you.

Shard sidles up next to you, enveloping you with his wing from behind. The chill from his freezing body temperature numbs the burns on your skin, making you sigh in relief.

“That’s…that’s better. Thank you, Shard.”

Wisp wanders in front of you, growling softly as he lowers his snout to you. Not wanting to leave him out, you give him a few reassuring pets.

For a while, you simply process the event alongside three dragons as you wait for the others. Your thoughts zigzag to miscellaneous questions: what would the others say when they returned? Where are they? Are they hurt? Who (or what) warned you about the serpentine? Was there anything you could have done to stop the serpentine from burning the monastery down?

Your thoughts are interrupted when Shard retracts his wing, standing at attention. Rocky gently bumps your shoulder with his snout, urging you to stand. Obliging, you study the dragons’ reactions. It takes you a minute or so, but finally you hear the distant roar of Flame approaching.

To your relief, everyone is aboard the dragon. Okay, that’s good at least: no one seems critically injured. You and the dragons step to the side when Flame hovers overhead, sailing down once he has a clear area to land.

The ninja are the first to descend, surveying the area as they flip their hoods off. Jay, Cole, and Zane make their way to their respective dragons, making sure they’re okay.

“Our home…” Kai mumbles, trailing off as he processes the damage. Nya rushes out from his side, making her way over to you.

“Are you okay?!” Nya questions, gesturing to the mild burns on your skin. “Oh, god, one of us should have stayed with you.”

“I’m fine. You couldn’t have known. Is everyone else okay?”

“Just a few bumps. But this…” Nya trails off as everyone gathers together. Grief and shock bubble in the atmosphere, merging into a tension that has you fidgeting.

“The training equipment, gone…” Zane murmurs, petting Shard as he looks around.

“Our video games! Gone!” Jay cries.

“They stole their staff back,” Sensei Wu realizes. You remember what he told you about the monastery; it had been standing for thousands of years, and had been his childhood home. You can’t even begin to imagine the loss he’s experiencing.

“What do we do now?” Cole wonders, returning Rocky’s nuzzle with an embrace of his own.

The tension snaps when Kai crushes a piece of charred wood in his grasp, expression darkening as he swivels towards Zane. “If you hadn't followed that silly bird, none of this would've happened!”

“Kai…” Wu warns.

Fed up, Jay shakes his head. “No, Sensei, he's right! Because of you, my high score has been deleted!”

Zane’s expression falters as his teammates begin accusing him of something he couldn’t control. “This is a teaching moment. We must learn from this!”

Cole throws his hands up in the air, defeat scrawled on his expression. “A ‘teaching moment’? What's wrong with you? Don't you get it?! Everything is gone!”

You step in front of Zane, expression hardening. It’s not fair that they’re blaming all of this on him; Zane couldn’t have known the serpentine were going to attack.

Coming to the white ninja’s defense, you argue: “Not everything is gone. I managed to save a few sentimental items before they ransacked the building. And if you’re going to blame anybody, blame me. I was here, but I couldn’t stop them. Maybe there was something I could have done to prevent this from happening. Zane couldn’t have known they were going to burn the place down!”

Nya joins you, hands on her hips as she scowls at the guys. “Without Zane, you guys wouldn’t have found Lloyd’s hideout.” She steps up to her older brother, meeting his accusatory glare with one just as stubborn. “We could have planned this out better, but we didn’t. We’re all at fault here, and we’re going to learn from this.”

Sensei Wu steps in, gesturing for everyone to separate. You all do so, lining up together. “Yes, we are all at fault. Ninja, Zane is your brother. Apologize at once.”

Silence overcomes the groups, anger dissipating.. Kai turns first, regret lacing his eyes as he starts: “I’m sorry, Zane. I-”

When Kai trails off, everyone turns to look for the mentioned ninja. To your surprise, Zane is nowhere to be found. Neither is Shard.

“Zane?” Jay wonders, confusion lacing his tone.

“There,” Nya says, pointing to the sky. Off in the distance, you see Zane and Shard sailing through the air.

Sensei Wu sighs, rubbing his temples. “He will come back when he is ready, and you three will apologize to him. We may have lost our home, but we have not and will not lose each other. No matter how dire the circumstances are, we will never turn on each other. Disagreements are bound to happen, but we must learn to address them in a more productive manner. Let us take this experience to reflect on what we have lost and how to prevent something like this from happening again.”

“Yes, Sensei,” everyone replies in unison.

Sensei Wu nods, making his way towards the path to the dragon keep. “Good. I would like to have a few minutes alone here. Please head for the Mountains of Impossible Height; I will catch up shortly.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

As the guys head for the staircase, you gesture for Nya to stay with you. She quirks an eyebrow, wondering what you need.

“Can you grab the photo album out of my bag? My hands are still kind of bloody,” you request, glancing at the dried bits of blood sticking to your skin.

“Oh, yeah,” she says, unzipping your bag and fishing the book out.

“Sensei, before we go, I wanted to give you your photo album. I was able to grab it before I had to escape,” you say, watching as your friend hands the mentioned item to Wu.

“Ah…you saved our pictures,” he says, voice low as he accepts the album. “Many of us had irreplaceable photos in here. Thank you for bringing these to me.”

“You’re welcome, Sensei.”

Nya smiles softly, tugging on your bicep as she bids Wu goodbye: “Take your time, Sensei.”

…

An hour or so later, the six of you make the hike up to Sensei’s specified location. The dragons fly your group up the steeper bits. Eventually, you all find a spot big enough to sport everyone and the dragons.

Silence overcomes the group after Cole gives everyone a task to focus on. He and Kai are setting up a makeshift tent together while Jay and Nya search for firewood. You’re tasked with finding edible plants in a nearby forest.

To avoid smearing your blood on everything, you pull on a pair of blue medical grade gloves when picking the plants. You leave your bag back at camp, grateful for the chance to give your sore shoulders a break from its weight.

Finding edible plants doesn’t take long considering how small the patch of forest is. Nearly fifteen minutes later, you return with an armful of potion ingredients, edible plants, and supplies. Kai and Cole have finished with the tent, and Jay and Nya appear to be finishing up with the firewood. As you bump into the others, you hand out the items you saved in hopes it would bring up the mood a bit.

Kai and Nya are first: for the siblings, you were able to grab some of Nya’s blueprints as well as a twin pair of custom-made daggers: one for Kai, and the other for Nya. The engravings and color on the blades differ, but they’re the same shape. You wonder if they came from the siblings’ blacksmith shop. Kai is also relieved to see that you managed to save one container of his hair gel, replying: “At least my hair won’t suffer!”

For Jay, you were able to save some of his blueprints, a journal filled to the brim with invention idea sketches, and a handheld gaming console that was in its travel case when you’d grabbed it. Jay thanks you with glassy eyes when you hand him his belongings, telling you that the journal and console were gifts from his parents.

Of Zane’s possessions, you were able to save three old books. Despite their age, they appear to be well cared for. You hope he’ll be back soon.

Lastly, you have a sketchbook and a set of art supplies that you suspect are Cole’s. You spot the black ninja shuffling the firewood that Jay and Nya collected over to the finished tent.

“Hey,” you greet, keeping your voice low as you approach him. “How are you holding up?”

Once he finishes tying a knot, Cole looks over to you. “Hey. I’m…okay, considering the circumstances.” He sighs, running a hand through his hair as he surveys the tent. “How about you?”

You shrug, gently tracing the line of your gloved palm with a finger. “I’m okay. I wanted to give you this,” you reply, taking his sketchbook and art supplies from your bag. “I was able to save it before they fully ransacked the place.”

Cole’s fingertips brush yours as he accepts his belongings, a ghost of a smile twitching over his lips. “My sketchbook…thank you.”

“Not a problem,” you reply, withdrawing your hand. No longer under the cover of the items, your gloves are now visible. Some of your bloodstains have darkened the blue fabric from underneath, making Cole frown.

The black ninja tucks his sketchbook and case of supplies underneath his arm. “Your hands… Did they hurt you?”

“Oh, no. This was just from me having to climb through a busted window. Some of the glass shards were still on the frame when I grabbed it.”

Cole cringes at the story, stare still not averting. “Here, guide me through your method of bandaging. Where are your supplies?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “No, Cole, don’t worry about it. I can do it.”

The raven-haired male shoots you a funny look, shaking his head in response. “Come on, you’ve done it for me like…eighty times already, and you haven’t even been here for a month yet. At least teach me how to do it in case we have to administer first aid if we’re on the field.”

“Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of my job?” you wonder.

“Not if you’re far away,” he counters, spotting your bag a few feet away. You follow him, realizing that the Golden Weapons (minus Zane’s shurikens) were placed next to it while you were in the forest, all resting on the ground but not touching. The metal twinkles in the evening light, pulsing with a hint of energy.

“Good point. Maybe we should have a basic first aid class, then,” you muse, deciding you’d ask Sensei Wu about it later. “Okay, fine. Let’s sit down.”

He nods, snatching your bag from the ground while you make your way underneath the tent. Sidestepping the pile of sticks, you have a seat on the dirt. Cole settles in across from you as you peel the gloves off, letting them fall to the side.

“Okay, what first?” he asks.

“First, our priority is to stop the bleeding,” you instruct, peering at your cuts. Thankfully, the bleeding is coming to a halt. “It looks like my bleeding is slowing down, though. But, in the case that it wasn’t, you would use a bandage or cloth to stop it.”

“Got it,” Cole replies.

You nod, tipping your head in the direction of the bag. “Okay. Now, it’s time to clean the wound. I have a bottle of cleaning solution in there somewhere. It’s a little bottle with a teal-colored liquid. There should also be a pink cloth in there too.”

“Okay…” Cole mumbles, rummaging through your bag before pulling out the items. “These?”

“Yep. Pour a little bit of the liquid onto the cloth, then just dab on the cuts. I usually like to clean off the excess blood if the cut isn’t much of a worry at this point, but that’s more of personal preference.”

Cole nods, dampening the cloth with the antiseptic. Once that’s done, he gingerly takes your hand, making your heart bash itself against your ribcage. After he dabs at the blood for a moment, he glances up at you.

“What is it?” you wonder.

“I was hoping that you’d be cringing or hissing at the stinging,” he admits as he continues.

You frown incredulously at him, huffing a laugh. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to make fun of you for making fun of me when I cringed at the stinging sensation. Unfortunately for me, you’re not even reacting to it, which makes me look like a wuss.”

Not expecting his response, you can’t help but laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope,” he replies, moving to your other hand. You wonder if the others had been teasing him about it, hoping that they hadn’t been doing it too much. After all, you’re still getting to know everyone and their senses of humor. You don’t want to go overboard, so you elect to tone it down a bit just in case.

“You’re not a wuss,” you say after a few moments. “I mean, I’m not the one throwing myself into dangerous situations for the greater good.”

Cole doesn’t answer, instead focusing on cleaning the remainder of your hand. When he’s done, he glances back up to you. “Is that good?”

“Yep, perfect. Now, it’s time to bandage. See the gauze roll, tape, and scissors I have tucked in one of the inner pockets?”

“Uh…here,” Cole mumbles, fishing the items out.

You nod. “Go ahead and wrap my hands up. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

For some reason, you don’t focus as he wraps your hands. Instead, your eyes sneak peeks at his biceps, exposed underneath his rolled-up gi sleeves. When you catch yourself, you squeeze your eyes shut and admonish yourself. To keep yourself on task, you restart the conversation:

“Are you feeling any different today? It looks like your symptoms are gone.”

“About that, I realized why I looked sick,” he replies, frowning when the gauze comes loose. He starts again, this time making sure to keep the gauze pulled tighter. “You know how that one snake almost hypnotized me in Jamanakai? Well, it turns out that the snake still had some kind of hold over me. It was able to hypnotize me while we were on the mission today. Thankfully, Nya and Sensei Wu arrived with his ancient flute that apparently cures snake hypnosis.”

“That’s…weird,” you answer, face scrunching in confusion as you process his explanation. “A flute that cures snake hypnosis?”

Cole shakes his head as he finishes up with your first hand. “I don’t even know. I’ve learned not to question Wu anymore.”

“Mystake was the same way,” you say, grinning at his reaction. “Just had the wackiest solutions to the most random problems. Must be an old-timer thing.”

Your heart stumbles when Cole smiles again; this time, you can see dimples dotting his cheeks. “Must be.”

With that, the two of you fall silent. As Cole works on wrapping gauze around your other hand, you look out towards the others. Everyone seems to be in their own little bubble for the moment. Kai and Nya are sitting together, facing away from everyone else and observing the sunset as they chat amongst themselves. Flame lays next to the siblings, accepting pets from Kai as Nya twirls her dagger mindlessly.

On the other side of the mountain is Jay, leaning against Wisp’s body. The blue ninja studies a page in his journal, expression taught as he does so. Last is Sensei Wu, meditating off to the side. Somehow, he still has his blue tea kettle; the item is in front of him, steaming with yet another batch of tea.

Did he take the kettle with him when they left…?

“Are you really doing okay?” you wonder, not quite thinking about your words as you speak.

Cole sighs as he snips off the unneeded gauze with your scissors. “Yeah. It’s just…being leader has turned out to be a lot harder than I thought it would be. I keep wondering if there was something I could have done differently to prevent this from happening.”

“You’re a leader, not a psychic. Your job is to lead the team and adjust your actions to the circumstances. You can’t blame something like the fire on yourself. There’s no way you could have known the serpentine were going to do that,” you say, nodding as he tapes the gauze in place.

The raven-haired ninja contemplates your words, tucking your supplies back into the bag. “You’re right. I just…I don’t know, I can’t help but feel guilty still.”

“You have to give yourself some grace, Cole,” you add, recalling what Sensei Wu told you back at the tea shop. “You guys just got out of training, right? So, you guys are still learning. Not just as individuals, but as a team, too. Leading a team is no easy feat, but I think you’ve been doing a great job of it, if the battle in Jamanakai showed me anything.”

As Cole contemplates your words, he shifts so that his elbow is resting atop his knee. “How is it that your advice is on par with Wu’s?”

You shrug, wiggling your fingers to test out the gauze. It holds well, and while his handiwork is on the messier side, it still gets the job done. “Probably because I’ve lived with a crazy old woman for a while. By the way, nice job on these.”

“Thanks. Hopefully I’ll get better with practice,” he replies, admiring his work for a moment before zipping your bag shut with a sigh. “How about your burns? Don’t those hurt?”

You wave his concerns off. “Eh, I’ve had worse. I’ll get to them later. Thanks for your help, though. It would have been a bitch to try and bandage my hands on my own.”

“Yeah, thanks for teaching me.” Cole leans forward, arranging the sticks into a neater pile. Beside the tent, you spot a pile of hefty rocks, probably to help keep the sticks contained. Without a word, you start lining the rocks up around the pile while Cole works across from you.

“Do you think Zane will come back?” he speaks up suddenly, making you glance up at him.

“I know he will,” you reply. “He might just need some time.”

“I wish I hadn’t been so hard on him,” Cold admits, shifting his attention to the rocks. “I wasn’t thinking straight, and I should have just walked away to let myself cool off.”

“Well, we’re all bound to have those kinds of moments. The important thing is that we learn from our mistakes. Like Sensei said, we need to take this time to reflect and improve.”

“Yeah. I’ve been thinking about it, and I might see if Jay and Nya can spruce up defenses wherever we end up next,” Cole agrees as the two of you complete the makeshift fire pit. All that’s needed now is a spark.

You nod in agreement, remembering Nya’s blueprints. “Nya was talking about getting earpieces made for you guys too. Hopefully having better communication will make things run more smoothly.”

“Yeah, I saw Jay working on schematics for those the other night,” Cole recalls before frowning. “By the way…I just remembered. You’re staying, right? I know Sensei said your trial period was up, but I never heard an answer from him,” he questions, leaning back on his free hand. It’s all you can do to maintain eye contact and not ogle his arms.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” you reply. “Why?”

He shrugs, averting his gaze to the horizon. “Well, it’s just…you know you’re part of the team now, right? You keep speaking like we’re something…separate, I guess.”

Do you? You hadn’t even noticed. Taking a moment to reflect on his words, you shift your position a little bit. “I…guess I do know, but it’s more of me not wanting to disturb your dynamic. You guys already have your own routine, your own way of life, and I just…I don’t know, I don’t want to intrude.”

“Well…” he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to feel like an outsider. You’re a part of us now, so…um, I just want to make sure you don’t feel excluded or anything, I guess.”

“Oh, no, I don’t feel excluded. I guess it’ll just take me some time to get adjusted,” you assure, grinning when Rocky bumps Cole’s shoulder.

“Oh, shut up,” Cole grumbles, playfully whacking Rocky’s snout. The dragon growls, laying down next to Cole with a huff. Cole shakes his head at the dragon while you shuffle to the other side of Rocky, petting his head.

“Thank you for your help today, Rocky,” you mumble, giggling when the dragon nuzzles into your hand.

“He helped you?” Cole wonders, returning to a cross-legged position.

“Yeah, he flew me out of the monastery while the other two fought the remaining snakes off,” you answer. “Sweet dragon.”

“You’re unbelievable,” Cole retorts when Rocky flashes a smug expression to the black ninja. “But I’m glad he was of some use. He might have just earned himself another T-O-A-D,” he spells out, making you laugh.

Over the course of the next few minutes, the others start to join the two of you underneath the tent. Flame uses his breath to ignite the pile of sticks before the dragons retreat off to a more open area, all opting to rest. You’re positioned in between Cole and Nya as everyone snacks on the plants and berries you were able to gather.

Defeated chatter emanates from the group, and you find yourself zoning out as exhaustion overcomes you. For a few minutes, you find yourself on the verge of dozing off as the heat of the fire wards off the evening’s incoming chill. You don’t join in on the conversation, instead reflecting on the events of the day as you stare at the fire.

Just as your eyelids are about to drop, a commotion snaps you out of your groggy state. You jerk when you feel the others rushing out from the tent, stumbling to your feet and making your way over to Nya. To your relief, Zane stands in front of the others, Shard nearby. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem upset in spite of the apologies the guys are throwing.

The white ninja offers his signature, soft smile. “You don’t need to apologize to me.”

Kai frowns at the response. “But what about all those awful things we said? Isn't that why you left?”

“Of course not. I saw the falcon again,” answers the white-haired ninja, turning as he gestures to the sky. Sure enough, a falcon soars overhead, chirping along with Zane’s words. “And I followed him.”

Cole chuckles, shaking his head as he claps Zane’s shoulder a few times. “That’s our Zane.”

You can’t help but smile as everyone pulls Zane in for a hug, relaxing when the overwhelming sense of relief in the air floods you.

Nya pulls back first, settling her hands on her hips. “We’re happy to have you back.”

At her remark, Zane frowns as everyone steps back from him. “Why? Is it my turn to make dinner?”

The group laughs at Zane’s question while Sensei Wu steps beside the white ninja. “Yes, Zane. We would love for you to make dinner.”

“But I already made it. Come,” Zane responds, gesturing for you all to follow him as he turns around. “I want to show you what I've found. I think you will all be pleased.”

After you all shoot each other confused glances, you shrug it off and follow the white-haired ninja towards the path leading off the mountain. Just before your group rounds the corner, he pauses, turning back to you all.

“I can't explain it, but I feel a strange connection with the falcon. I think he's trying to help show us the path we need to take.”

Zane doesn’t wait for anyone to reply, instead gesturing for everyone to proceed. Turning the corner reveals…

…a ship?

It’s nothing like any ship you’ve ever seen, though – this one is a deep red, accented with gold in places and complete with a carved dragon on the bow. For a moment, you find yourself stunned at the sight – you take a moment to appreciate the design.

“Our new home,” Zane says, smiling at the team’s reaction.

After you all take a moment to process the sight, Kai immediately breaks out into a sprint, shortly followed by Cole and Jay. Nya full on growls, snatching your wrist and pulling you in the direction of the ship. “Come on, we can’t let those idiots nab the best room!”

A/N: I think my consistency with this fic is due to me getting to the juicy classes of my Creative Writing degree. I had my first writing class last month and I feel like I learned a lot. Got some great feedback. I'm going to try and apply what I learn here to practice!

Would love to hear what you all think of this fic!

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ch0k3herwithaseaview · 11 months ago

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@jegulus-microfic | feb 29 address | words 1881

hi, so this one is so fucking long, i don’t even know how it happened. anyways, hope you’ll enjoy it :3

first part | previous part

Reg

Will you be there tonight?

James looked at the message he received almost half an hour ago and for the hundredth time deleted his response.

‘Of course I’ll be there’ sounded too eager. ‘Yeah’ was out of question with it being too dry. ‘I’ll try to make it’ was just mean, like when you have a big event at school and your parents say that exact line, and you just feel like shit. So he sat there, on his couch, contemplating how to answer the man he apparently fancies. He thought the crush went away with them going separate ways after school, but oh well. With just one dinner, all the feelings came back, making him feel like a teenager again.

He deleted another answer when Regulus texted him again.

Reg

You know I can see you typing then changing your mind over and over again, right?

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was his chance to keep this from getting any weirder.

James

yeah i know sorry about that

and answering the first question yes ill be there

With that, he threw his phone as far away from himself as he could and went to have a crisis while taking a shower. And don’t get him wrong - he really wanted to be there, to see the art Regulus makes, but at the same time he didn’t want to make a fool of himself. He liked Reg, he wanted to get to know him again after all those years they haven’t talked. And yet, he was still afraid he would fuck it up somehow.

“No you won’t” he said to his reflection in the mirror. “You won’t, just pull yourself together. And don’t act weird, just… be who you are. If he doesn’t like it, back off.”

After that little motivational talk, James started to get ready properly. He did his skincare routine, tried to (and failed) tame the nest on his head, also known as hair, and went to the closet to find something suitable for the occasion. How does one even dress for opening?

Having no better option, James decided to do the most stupid thing he could do.

“What are you wearing tonight?” he asked without any greeting. On the other side he heard the most feral laughter ever and just groaned at it. “It’s not funny, I really don’t know!” the laughter became even more hysterical, so James just stood in the middle of his closet, waiting for Sirius to calm down.

“Oh god, this is too good” his best friend chuckled a little breathlessly. “Are you trying to impress my brother or what?”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone, I just… what should I wear? To not look like an idiot?” more giggles from Sirius.

“Yeah, well, me and Moony are going in our usual clothes, so maybe something in between?”

“You mean I should go as a slutty grandpa?” James grumbled. His bestie just barked another laugh at that.

“Yes, exactly! Hope I helped, gotta go, see you there” and the call ended.

It actually did help, to his surprise. He put on a maroon turtleneck, paired it with suit trousers and his favourite red converse. The entire outfit, although simple, seemed to emphasise his muscles, giving the exact result James was aiming for. He put three golden hoops in his ear and finally felt ready.

Grabbing the phone from the armchair it landed on, James check if Regulus sent any new messages - he did.

Reg

I’m glad.

Don’t overdress, it’s a casual event, nothing fancy.

Do you know where to go?

Should I send you the address?

Hello?

Are you alive?

James, it’s been more than an hour, are you alright?

James smiled at all of this, quickly replying with ‘yes everythings good the shower took longer than it should pls send the address’.

***

He arrived at a small local art gallery, where the opening took place. As soon as James got out of his car, Remus and Sirius spotted him, practically running in his direction. The shorter man, dressed in a silk shirt, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and tight jeans (all black, of course), jumped into his arms, screaming excitedly, like he hasn’t seen him in a while (since yesterday). From behind, Sirius’ fiancé rolled his eyes, smirking at their antics.

“Fancy seeing you here, Prongs” Remus said cheekily, when the long-haired man came to his side. It was James’ turn to roll his eyes.

“Are we coming in or are we just gonna stand here and freeze?” Sirius asked, snuggling closer to Remus.

“You should’ve dressed accordingly to the weather. I’m feeling petty so - Moony, would you mind giving me a fag?” James chirped sweetly, batting his lashes at the taller man.

He didn’t give him the cigarette, what’s with his shivering partner, so they just walked in to the gallery.

James spotted Regulus immediately. He was wearing a dark green sweater with a white collar sticking out from under it, black trousers and low Docs. He looked innocent and hot at the same time. He could see the younger man noticing him, too, when his lips turned into a little smile.

“Hi, Little Star” Reg snorted at that, and that was all he had to do to get himself a wide grin from James.

“Hello, James. Thank you for coming” came the slightly amused answer. They scanned each other for a second. From up close Regulus looked even better, James thought.

“You look good, I mean, like, very good” Reg chuckled softly at that and the other man melted a little.

“You look good, too” younger man replied, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

Their moment was interrupted by Sirius barging in, saying how proud of his little brother he is, while ruffling Reg’s hair. Even though he didn’t like it, Regulus hasn’t voiced his displeasure. It was nice of him, really.

Not long after, some professor welcomed everyone from the middle of the room, talking about all the hard work his students put into this exhibition and how glad he was to see so many people coming to appreciate that work. Some ovations. Then they were free to admire the pieces. Most of them were paintings, but there were also sculptures and some photographs.

The theme of the exhibition was ‘love’, so the students presented how they perceived it - some in a cute way, whit elderly couples sitting on a bench or some places they loved, but there were also darker ones, presenting the topic as suffocating or painful. James felt sorry for all those people who suffered because of something that should have been beautiful.

When they finally reached Regulus’ pieces James felt something warm crawling inside his chest. He didn’t immediately understand them, since Reg created abstract art, but the longer he looked the more he could see. On the first one there were spots of paint that must’ve been two cuddled figures in the dark place, surrounded by a little light, just around them, like a halo. James thought it must represent how Regulus felt about his brother, what was confirmed as he spotted Sirius’ eyes glistening in the bright lights of the gallery.

The second one was brighter, like it was some kind of meadow maybe? There also were smudges of paint in different colours - some of them lighter others darker. Those probably were Regulus’ friends and James had an urge to comment on that one.

“That’s so cute. They must’ve loved it so much” he said, looking down at Regulus. “Where are they, by the way?”

“They will come later, when there’s not so many people so we can really discuss others works” the younger man replied simply. “We’ll probably just end up laughing at them, really” he added with a shrug.

At that James pretend to be outraged, gasping and putting a hand to his chest.

“Oh! Am I not worthy of laughing at other people’s art with you? Tell me how can I be granted this privilege, I’ll do anything!” He kept up his act, grabbing Regulus by the shoulders, bending his knees like a sufferer begging for water.

The younger of Black brother looked at him, trying real hard to not look amused, but his eyes were giving him away.

“You’re pathetic” he said, not even a little bite to it. To be honest he sounded a little like he was enjoying James’ antics.

“Yet, you like me so much you managed to rob your own brother of my number” James said it like he was plotting something. “And you wanted to rob me of my time, the audacity.”

“Please stop” the shorter man buried his face in his hands. “Don’t mention it ever again” he added, a little muffled by the hands. He had really nice hands, James noticed.

“Oh, I will not stop till the day I die.”

They moved to the third piece and- oh. James might not be the brightest person alive, but he knew what was on the last painting. It was similar to the other two they saw earlier, smudges of paint in different shades creating two figures. The figures were hugging, not like the first ones, but more like lovers trying to become one. One person was rather pale, contrasting with the other who looked tanned. Their hair was black and deep brown, respectively.

James looked at it with awe, felt the butterflies waking up in his stomach and flying freely all over his body. He looked at Regulus, but the other man hasn’t met his eyes, staring straight ahead at his work. James noticed he turned a pretty shade of reddish pink on every bit of his face. His own lips turned into a big fucking grin. He wanted to reach out, touch Regulus, hug him, anything really.

Unfortunately, from behind him came Sirius’ gasp and then excited “Oh my god, Reggie, you painted me and Moony? Oh, that is so lovely, can I have it later?”

James, Remus and Regulus looked at the man at the same time, each one with a deep frown, not believing how delusional Sirius is. As if they shared a brain cell, all three of them nodded in agreement to not lead him astray.

Regulus cleared his throat, and turning to his brother he said “Yes, that’s you and Remus, and no, you cannot take it.”

As the older turned to stare daggers at the younger, they just started bickering about who should have the painting, Remus and James looking at them with amusement.

After some time Regulus’ friends came and the three older man ushered to exit so the younger guys could have fun together. Just before they left, James approached Regulus one last time, cheeky smile on his lips.

“Sirius and Moony, huh?” it earned him an eye roll and a sheepish ‘shut up’. He just smiled wider and leaned down to whisper in Reg’s ear, feeling the black-haired man’s breath hitching “Text me when you get home.”

With that he walked backwards in the general direction of the exit, still looking at Regulus who looked positively stunned. James winked at him and Reg, after waking from the haze, flipped him off. James just chuckled at that loudly, turning to the door.

#jegulus #starchaser #dead gay wizards #james potter #james x regulus #regulus black #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #modern au #artis regulus

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ducktracy · 1 year ago

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Is Bah, Humduck! any good? Is it worth checking out this Holiday season?

Have a nice day!

HI THERE!! happy holidays to you and yours! IMMEDIATELY PREFACING THIS WIIIITH: you should definitely give it a go, regardless of my opinion! i don’t want to be THE GATEKEEPER OF THE TUNES HAHA so i think if you’re curious enough, regardless of what i have to say, you should give it a go!

BUT, with that said! i actually haven’t seen it in… 3 years??? oh geez! the last time i watched it i wasn’t nearly as edjumacated on the ins-and-outs of LT’s history/xharacters/grasp as a whole, so i’m sure if i were to rewatch it now i’d be like “um actually Daffy wouldn’t say that because in this short released Octember 37th, which started production on a Thoisday in the 24 and 1/2th century, he—“ BUT THAT’S NOT A BAD THING EITHER. that’s just how i am. so you’ve actually piqued my curiosity, and i may try to squeeze in time to watch it again myself and come back with any thoughts i have!

NEVERTHELESS, i recall liking it! i know i’ve seen it more than once! as with any modern post-Blanc LT production i have my qualms with it, but i don’t remember them being super big or anything. it’s arguably both guilty AND resistant of “oooooh da Looney Tunes are all one big happy family 🤗”, but i recall it being moreso the latter and that being a big reason as to why i liked it (such as Yosemite Sam punching Daffy in the arm during a heartfelt moment or Porky’s daughter—voiced by Tara Strong which is also a kind of endearingly sarcastic “lol” moment for me since it’s like… yeah this sure was released in 2006, huh!—basically saying that Daffy is in hell)

it’s a sweet special! “Looney Tunes” and “sweet” are not two things i tend to love put together, but i think in this particular special it felt earned. Daffy’s “””””lore”””””” i think was always a bit amusingly trite to me, but, again, ya gotta have a justification for the special somehow! and i do remember finding the ending genuinely endearing, even in spite of my aversions to playing that stuff totally straight in a LT production.

iirc it does a good job of giving multiple characters screen time—some longer than others, but i did respect that they had some pulls like Beaky Buzzard and i think even Hippety Hopper???? maybe???

i like it because it’s a modern production that gives Porky a spotlight and doesn’t beat down on him the ENTIRE time, and so i really enjoy that it gives a little more dimension/prioritization to the Porky and Daffy dynamic, especially something on a slightly less surface level than what they’d usually been made out to be around that time, both before and after. Porky’s always getting the short end of the stick in some way (which is why i’ve made it my sworn duty to spread my porcine propaganda) and i don’t feel that way about this special. he might even have more screen time than Bugs? i think? so i deeply admire that

I’LL HAVE TO GIVE IT A WATCH BECAUSE NOW I’M CURIOUS! the last time i saw it as i said before, i wasn’t as Matured In My Tastes yet. i’ve especially come around to Joe Alaskey’s Daffy much more since then (thanks Duck Dodgers!), so i’d love to give it a rewatch for that alone. i’m sure there’s more i’d have to nitpick now, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing, because if i’m nitpicking something it means i’m engaged HAHA

LONG ANSWER SHORT: i liked it and i’d say go for it!

i can at least answer with immediacy that it’s certainly better than the ‘70s interpretation they did of A Christmas Carol (which goes against that post-Blanc bias i mentioned)! but, at the same time, that short has this and Bah Humduck doesn’t, soooooooo……

#(HAVE A GREAT DAY TOO!! thanks for asking!)#asks

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fukuokanodivision · 10 months ago

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Mai’s Thoughts On Aomori Division

Aoi Yamamura-

“A werewolf? You’re serious…Woah. I know I haven’t met Yamamura yet, But he seems like a nice person. Huh, So he has 2 children? Awe, That’s cute~. I wasn’t expecting him as a toy maker, Sounds like something Mr. Butler would have tons of fun with. Aomori, I wonder what their divisions like? With having a werewolf as the leader, Possibly a mystical place? I’ll just have to find out later, A scavenger hunt sounds more like it. I’ll definitely tell Onii-san and Yuno-chin later~!”

Hisui Meguno-

“A toy store clerk? Oooh…So he’s one of the werewolves children, Interesting. Come to think of it, Does Meguno work at the same toy store Yamamura also works at? Maybe…Oh, He’s also a violinist? That’s cool, I’m not too fancy for violins, But Yuno-chin definitely makes them sound super amazing~. I’ll definitely have much more to learn about this team, I should talk to Onii-san to see if the 3 of us can go to Aomori division sometime, Maybe we can meet them along the way somehow?”

Ruka Shiina-

“Shiina, Oh, the radio personality~. So he’s the other of the werewolves children, Nice. I’m not too sharp on radio personalities, But I’ve seen a few broadcasts when looking for lyric inspiration. Shiina doesn’t really stand out, But I do see some of his broadcasts from time to time, So he’s not a total stranger. I’ll just have to learn more, I should check out some of his personality material on air, Maybe I can find something there.”

Akai Bara-

“A pit boss? You’re serious, Onii-san? Okay. ‘Akai Bara’…The name doesn’t ring any specific bells. You think he’s ’encrypted’? That makes sense considering Chuohku doesn’t have much info on this guy, Which is surprising. Well, Hate to say it, But I’m sorta getting a bad feeling about this. The teams pretty cool, Yeah. But it’s this guy that’s starting to make me have somewhat second thoughts, If you know what I mean…”

Howling Moon-

“This team really is getting better and better~! At first they were giving a huge Matenrou impression, But I can see the difference now. It’ll definitely be exciting when the DRB starts again, I hope I’ll get to see what these guys are truly made of. There really have been some interesting teams popping up ever since the DRB’S been getting quite popular all across Japan, I can’t wait till I can face them. They’ll be surprised at who OverDrive really can be, We aren’t just another Fukuoka team, We can be so much more than that..”

#hypmic oc

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imsosocold · 2 years ago

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A very (un)comprehensive review of the TOH Season 2 Finale:

Me: This episode is our finale to this little series. We’re taking a long break after this, I can’t handle making these, it took like fourish days to do so. I do hope to release an OPM MA arc review eventually. I chose this episode in particular because it at least resembles a finale, unlike the season 1 finale.

Lomes: The fact you complimented this episode means we’re going to insult it purposefully more.

Me: You foolish fools-

Lomes: Check out this castle, it’s so boring. Where’s my Luang Prabang?

Sunniva: I want it more to be like the Sagrada Familia.

Jorah: I don’t care if it’s not canon accurate or not, Belos should wear outfits in the same style those saint statues do.

Me: I haven’t been this scared since you’ve last taken control of my tumblr account.

Sunniva: What happened to the wild witches and demons like Hooty? What did the witches think would happen on the Day Of Unity? Taking over the human realm?

Lomes: If the latter is true, Belos’s hatred makes more sense.

Me: It’s white boy stuff and white boy stuff doesn’t make sense.

Lomes: Dana is a white girl so it’s white girl stuff.

Sunniva: Stop blaming Dana alone, there was a whole team-

Lomes: She’s the big guy, and besides, she did the same to Belos, our favorite mysticist-

Sunniva: Dana is a real person-

Divorce arc no fun </3

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Jorah: Okay, what is Belos planning do once he goes to the human realm? Is he planning to stay in it or just checking it out before he dies or something? Did he not even know, like the Collector implied?

Sunniva: I like the idea of him going to live in an eco village.

Lomes: He was going to take down the rich and him being defeated leads to a Trolley sort of problem-

Me: Belos is letting Jesus take the wheel on that one. But yeah, they should’ve at least elaborated on his plans more.

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Jorah: Belos does not take well to family abandonment.

Lomes: The series writers killed Kiki long before this. The fact they conveniently made her know all this supposedly secret information just made canon events so much more confusing.

Me: Kikimora is a real figure in Slavic mythology, like how the TOH Titans bears similarities to the Titans in Greek mythology. In universe, did the Boiling Isles influence these myths or, somehow, was it the other way around?

Sunniva: The fact we know these questions won’t ever be answered and yet we ask…

Jorah: It’s All Futile.

Me: It’s All Pointless.

Lomes: William Gold is cooler than Wilbur Soot.

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Me: Stop doing thumb wars, you’re missing the episode.

Lomes: We need stimulation.

Me: So do I, and I only get it from people liking my content even though it also makes me disgusted and uncomfortable! At least talk while doing it, silence makes me incredibly uncomfortable and I myself struggle to fill it myself. I am constantly searching for what I need from others.

Lomes: Bro who asked.

Me: I will force you to watch more series with me, like the anime version of Turnabout Big Top.

Jorah: That’s the good one!

Lomes: You’d suffer, since you would have to write our reactions and organize them and deal with your hyperempathy.

Me: I wish I had a whip, I like hitting and breaking things.

Lomes: You would probably hit yourself.

Me: Yeah, I would, but that makes it more fun.

Sunniva: Guys, we are missing the plot! And I just lost…

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Sunniva: Belos is still an asshole even when trying to convince people.

Lomes: You are what you eat.

Me: “ I’m gonna give all these witches lobotomies!”

Sunniva “Stop it… get some help…”

Jorah: The fact even Steve left meant his plan was doomed from the start, Belos should’ve focused on getting him back.

Lomes, while throwing a Swedish Fish at me: I found Steve the Ceasg!!

What happened next stays in Oakland baby.

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Me: I don't think Belos being cocky is a good enough explanation for his actions, specifically for all the times he loses, in my opinion. His desperation makes sense but it’s not fleshed out enough to feel justified. I like the idea of him knowing Luz is lying and just saying anything she can to avoid turning into stone but taking her hand anyway. Because Luz wasn't much older than he was when he first came to Isles and even he had moments of temptation. She was stranded alone with nowhere to go and was taken in by a wild witch who taught her black magic. Sure, she's "crazy" in his eyes but her "sense of reality" has been warped but if she can go home maybe she still has a chance to be saved. Plus Belos heard her apologize to her mother before in the season 1 finale and he wouldn’t want to break apart a family. Anything to potentially save a human life. Sure, Belos still gets tricked because he didn't expect her to have a sigil, but it then becomes a mistake he made due to being merciful for once in his life.

Jorah: You are so right. *Places something in my hand.* Have a Sanrio copper penny.

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Lomes: The Collector returned from the shadow realm! [ Noelle’s] home.

Sunniva: It’d be cool if they were from the celestial realm.

Me: Our northern circumpolar star! Play honeysuckle lavender butterscotch!

Jorah: Mad favorite gendervoid.

Lomes: Mae is the ultimate gendervoid.

Jorah: Imagine if the Collector was so bright he overtook the screen until all the characters’ eyes adjusted to them.

Me: Imagine if there was a moment where Cole and Belos just paused to look at each other, being in the same plane and being able to see each other’s full forms.

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Lomes:“ I need you back Cole, how else am I supposed to get the waiter to realize I asked for no pickles.”

Jorah: Awww, look at him and his jelly bean toesies!~

Me, watching Belos get splattered: It’s a better death than he got in the finale, especially if we are viewing the Collector through the lens of them being a representation of wild magic.

Jorah: I thought the Collector wasn’t trying to kill Belos, splattering was a non lethal yet tortuous punishment. They still cared for him, with all the memories of centuries spent with him, in the sense they wanted to understand why he did that. And for Belos to have somebody know how he is and face betrayal similar to what Caleb did to him yet still want to stay, it’d be something irreplaceable.

Sunniva: I like the idea that Belos will never go away entirely, like the toxic ideologies he’s supposed to represent, methinks.

Lomes: Pog. I don’t think there’s anything to this story.

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Lomes: I'd take this for the permanent finale, however dark it is.

Jorah: You are a fan of the likes of Replica.

Sunniva: Even if it’s not well written, TOH needed a happy end.

Lomes: I don’t care if it’s better for society or people or whatever to have a happy end, I care about good writing, morals attached or not.

Jorah: Yeah, art should exist for its own sake and trying to censor and cut it up to make it palpable to others insults its existence.

Sunniva: Nothing exists in a vacuum-

Me: Guys, guys.

I just realized… TOH is bad. Not DSMP bad, not Daganronpa 3 bad, not even OPM bad, but… bad.

Sunniva: Acceptance is the first step.

Me: This is the last of the TOH stuff for now, thanks for coming along for the car ride but it’s over now.

Jorah: Back to the void we go. Schrodinger’s existences.

Sunniva: Check out the Coffin of Andy and Leyley!

Lomes:Unfollow Noelle.

Baiii

#bye bye #not noelle #toh #toh review #toh critical #dark humor #dark humour

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mourntheantagonist · 2 years ago

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Trigonometry

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Steve had been there, bright and early just like he said, honking the horn outside her window, waiting for her to finish getting ready and meet him in the car.

She waved at him out her window, just like she always did, just to assure him that she heard him, and that she was on her way down. He never said anything about how long it took her to get dressed, and was always so sure to compliment her when she got in the car, and despite the tension that comes the day after a revelation as big as theirs, with regard to the way Steve looked at her, it was like it was just any other ordinary day.

“I like the purple, it looks nice on you.” Steve had said, referring to her lilac scarf.

“Thanks.” Nancy responded, nervously fidgeting with her hands, because as normal as Steve was making the day feel, it was so very far from normal.

It was early. Not too early, but a good fifteen minutes earlier than they typically were out the door on their way to school.

Which meant they had time to talk.

There was a part of Nancy that was sort of hoping to avoid it. That was the same part of her that was fidgeting with her hands in the passenger seat.

“You okay?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, I just,” Nancy sighed, “suppose we should talk.”

They were still sitting in front of the Wheeler house, and it was no surprise to Nancy that the second she said the word ‘talk’, Steve was pressing his foot on the gas. He seemed to find driving relaxing, and he was a much easier person to talk to when he had to multitask.

It was only a few seconds, but the silence had filled the cabin of the car so quickly that it was almost suffocating.

“Did you change your mind?” Steve asked, his grip on the steering wheel tight evident by pale knuckles, “It’s okay if you have.”

“No. No I’m…I’m still…I haven’t changed my mind.” she stuttered, flustered, as somehow the idea of talking about sex with her boyfriend started feeling like talking about sex with her parents. “Have you?”

Steve was quick to shake his head. “God no.” he laughed, and it released a good portion of that physical tension that weighed heavy on the both of them. “Did you want to talk like…logistics?”

“Logistics??”

“I don’t know!” Steve said, still laughing, and Nancy could see a little pink color in his cheeks. “I haven’t exactly done anything like this before. Like, do we have a plan or do we just want to wing it?”

Nancy just stared at Steve, who didn’t actually appear to want an answer from her, at least, it wasn’t clear by the way he didn’t even pause for a breath, letting his mind move a mile a minute, and his mouth move even faster.

“Because… personally… I like to have a game plan, y’know. Like. Coach always draws up a play by play, and that’s like, super helpful because then I know exactly where I’m expected to be and what I’m supposed to be doing and I know this isn’t basketball. This is very far from basketball but I just think I need—”

“Steve!” Nancy cut him off before he talked himself into exhaustion. “Relax.”

“Sorry.”

Nancy just laughed. “If it’ll help you calm down, let’s talk logistics.” she said, taking a deep breath, for herself. It was odd, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Everyone always thought of her as this priss, and a prude, and she wasn’t. She didn’t think so. And yet, the thought of talking sex with the guy she has been having sex with made her sick to her stomach. The only comforting part of it all was that Steve seemed just as nervous as she had, and he had a polar opposite reputation to her. “What do you want to talk about, exactly?”

Steve’s lips were pressed together, forming this straight and solid line, appearing entirely lost in thought, or maybe he was just trying to keep himself from rambling again, maybe he was just trying to keep the car from veering off the road. “In your mind,” Steve started, “where do you see all of us? Like. Paint me a picture.”

Nancy almost felt the urge to pull out a pen and paper at the comment, and honestly, she didn’t totally hate the idea of it. Fortunately for her, directly to her right was a window, foggy from the cold. “No judgment?” she asked, turning back to Steve, sort of afraid, sort of excited, sort of desperate to get the information out into the world.

Steve’s eyes widened just slightly, eyebrows raised, intrigued and excited and it made Steve’s clarifying “No judgment” almost redundant.

“Okay.” Nancy smiled, turning back towards the fogged up window, using the pad of one of her fingers to draw on the glass. She traced two stick figures standing next to each other. “This is you and Billy.” she said, pointing to her immaculate drawing. She saw out of the corner of her eye as Steve nodded his head, and she continued, drawing a third stick figure, further away from the other two. “And that’s me.”

“Why are you so far away?” Steve asked.

Nancy bit down on her lower lip, feeling her cheeks flush once again, embarrassed, but also delighted in Steve’s genuine curiosity.

“I’m watching.” she said.

Steve turned his head quickly so he was looking back out the front windshield, nodding his head, less like he understood, more like he was trying to make himself understand. “Okay.” he said. “Then…then what are Billy and I doing?”

“Whatever you want to do.” she said, and she could see him tense up, nervous, unsure, just like he had been the whole time, but moreso. “Look, Steve. I just want you to have a good time, okay. If this isn’t something you want…we can stop right here, no hard feelings.” she reached an arm over to gently rub his shoulder, feeling the tightness in the muscle even over the fabric of his shirt. “But Steve. If this is something you want, I need you to know that it’s okay.”

Steve sighed hard into his seat. “I guess I’m just confused about how you’re so cool about all of this.” he said, waving a hand around in the air, gesturing to nothing in particular.

“There are worse things in the world than seeing my boyfriend feel good.”

“It still feels like I’m cheating on you,” he said, “again.”

Nancy sighed. “It’s not cheating if I’m giving you permission, Steve. I want this.” she said. “Listen, we love each other” she said it louder that time than she ever had before, and it made her pause for a second, long enough that it may have been noticeable. “He’s not replacing me” she said, and it felt a little bit like reassurance for herself, but it appeared that Steve took a little bit of solace in it as well. “But again, if you don’t, that’s fine. We haven’t even talked to Billy yet. Nothing is set in stone.”

Steve loosened his grip on the steering wheel, which was a start, but she could still feel the tension in his shoulder muscles. “I want to. I do. Believe me I do.” Steve said, and his tone was almost silly enough to make her laugh. “I’m just nervous. I’ve never—I haven’t—it feels like I’m getting ready to lose my virginity all over again, and that’s just, not something I thought I’d have to do twice, you know?”

Nancy giggled to herself, attempting to be quiet so Steve didn’t think she was mocking him or anything. “I get it. It’s scary.” she said, her voice light and warm, “but I’ll be there, and if you aren’t having fun we’ll just stop.”

“You think Billy’ll ‘just stop’?”

“I’ll bring my gun.”

Steve just laughed. “He might actually be into that.” he said, and Nancy just laughed right along with him.

“So we’re doing this?” Nancy asked, just one final clarification, one last opportunity for an out.

Steve smiled, finally looking over at her again. “We’re doing this.”

“Better go and talk to Billy then.” Nancy said, snickering because somehow, there was still so much more to talk about.

“That’ll be a fun conversation.”

“We’ll do it together.” Nancy reassured.

“Oh,” Steve said, laughing through his nose, seemingly sarcastic, “even more fun.”

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Be it luck, gravity, or other invisible forces—or Billy just being very regular—somehow, some way, she and Steve had been standing together just within view to see Billy walk into the boys bathroom. She couldn’t help but giggle to herself, thinking about how it had become home to this awakening she and Steve had. Third time’s the charm, she thought.

She gave Steve a nudge, gesturing to the denim clad blonde mullet retreating through the door of the bathroom, and she managed to relay all the words necessary in none at all for Steve to nod his head, swallow hard, take her by the hand, and push through the small crowd in the hall. He pushed open the door, letting go of her hand, to leave her standing outside, only able to hear what muffled words managed to bypass the heavy door.“Am I dreaming or is that you Harrington?” It was Billy’s voice, and it made Nancy instantly roll her eyes. “Come back for round two?”

Steve didn’t answer, at least from what she could hear. All she could hear after Billy’s question was the sound of opening and closing stall doors, loud and aggressive, until Steve piped up with a “the coast is clear, you can come in Nance.”

“Oh god!” it was Billy’s voice again, much louder now that it was no longer muffled against the closed door, and the way Billy frantically started zipping himself up was almost comical. “Can’t you two let a guy take a piss in peace? Quit involving me in your relationship drama!”

Billy stumbled away to the sink, flipping on the water and forgoing soap, and part of Nancy was questioning if Billy was too gross. “Hey,” she said, her voice demanding, like a mother, “—actually wash your hands!”

Billy glared at her, his stare menacing, and yet, Nancy wasn’t the least bit afraid. Because of Steve, maybe. She wasn’t really paying much attention to him, standing behind her with his back against the door to keep it shut. She was too busy with her staring contest with Billy, testing her hypothesis again that looks really could kill, or at the very least make Billy wash his goddamn hands after using the restroom.

Without breaking eye contact, Billy pushed the little soap dispenser on the wall, and Nancy had to refrain from patting herself on the back for the victory.

“What do you want?” he asked, scrubbing his hands and eyeing both her and Steve, back and forth with darting eyes. Irritated. Clearly.

There was a beat of silence, Nancy looked to Steve, who was standing with his head down, biting his fingernails, clearly nervous. She turned back to Billy, who was expecting an answer, and she was about ready to go into this long-winded explanation of what they wanted when Steve suddenly spoke up.

“You.” he said.

Billy’s brows knitted together, he looked both confused and intrigued, and Nancy had been taken aback by just how forward Steve had been, even if it was still pretty vague.

“What’s that mean, pretty boy?” Billy asked, and for some reason the nickname made her blush.

Nancy looked back to Steve, his back still pressed firmly against the door. He’d seemed to have lost his confidence, somehow all of it having poured out into his single word admission. He was looking to her, not at Billy, seemingly waiting on her to take the reins.

“What he means is,” she started, speaking through a tightly clenched jaw, still looking at Steve, looking to him for guidance that he couldn’t provide. She must’ve paused for too long, because when she finally looked back over at Billy he had his hands tightly gripping the sink behind him, holding on as he leaned his whole body forward. His eyebrows were scrunched and his foot was tapping the floor and he was giving her every signal to hurry the fuck up.

It only made her want to take her sweet time even more.

She took a step forward, just one as to not get too close, just closer. “What he means is,” she said again, pausing again, drawing it out and taking joy out of how he just leaned ever further forward, “we want you to join us.”

She had anticipated a clear moment of recognition. She had expected his eyebrows to shoot up, his mouth to drop open, just something that said he understood because Nancy Wheeler never once thought she’d have to spoon feed Billy Hargrove. But there was no moment of recognition, no obvious sign to point towards realization. His eyebrows were still scrunched and still laced with confusion.

“Join you?” Billy asked, his eyes narrowed, “This a fucking cult or something?”

Both her and Steve laughed. “No.” Nancy said, shaking her head, emphasizing the ridiculousness of the question.

“We mean like,” Nancy could see Steve waving his arms around in her peripheral, “the three of us…together. Y’know, like…”

In Steve’s slow, beating around the bush explanation, the light had suddenly flickered on inside Billy’s head behind his eyes before Steve would have to try and finish. Billy’s eyebrows had shot up, his eyes widened, and his mouth contorted into a self-satisfied, wide-ass grin.

He started laughing while Steve was still rambling.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” Billy said, still laughing, still grinning, “are you saying the two of you wanna fuck me?” He looked like he was getting a kick out of it, like it was absolutely hilarious, and it pissed Nancy off. She didn’t entertain his question with an answer, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to run his mouth. “The both of you. Together. Just so I’m crystal clear.”

Nancy just looked back to Steve, expecting to see that same look of irritation that she had been giving Billy, but no. Steve didn’t look irritated one bit. He was smiling. Grinning. Right along with Billy. It made her feel like she was an outsider on some kind of inside joke.

Maybe she just didn’t know Billy Hargrove as well as she thought.

Whatever it was, it instilled some kind of confidence back into Steve, who crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Billy in a way that appeared he was simply entertained. “That’s one way to put it.” Steve said.

Nancy looked back to Billy, whose tongue was dancing outside of his open mouth, staring at Steve, who was staring at Billy, as if she wasn’t even there at all and it was both infuriating and, dare she admit it, fucking hot.

But mostly, she was just annoyed. “Are you in or are you out, Hargrove?” she asked, mirroring Steve’s stance, arms crossed, just laced with irritation rather than enjoyment.

Billy just laughed again, cackled more accurately. “Oh this is pure gold!” he said, not answering her question and momentarily clouding whatever sliver inside of her found this man to be attractive—shadowed by him acting like an absolute tool.

“That a ‘no’?” she asked, unserious, trying her hand at playing the same game he was playing.

Billy just leaned back against the sink, pulling a cigarette from his pocket and it was like deja vu. “No, princess,” he said, taking the cigarette in his hand and instead of putting it in between his own lips, he stretched his arm out towards her as an offering. “That’s a yes.”

Nancy took a couple more steps closer to him, close enough that they weren’t even an arms length away. She took the cigarette and put it in between her lips, and let Billy light it up for her. The intensity in the room disappeared through a single exhale of smoke.

“This is going to be so much fun,” Billy said.

And Nancy couldn’t really argue with that.

#harringrove #stancy #billy hargrove #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #stranger things #mandi writes tresh

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the-fourth-knower · 2 years ago

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Sonic Underground: Last Resort: A Re-telling: Chapter 7

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 |

Here we go, time for the plot to start picking back up! Some investigations are gonna start, and Sonia gets left by her brothers. How sad.

Let's dive in.

Sleeping Inn

The rays of the morning sun reached out across the land, bringing brilliant, shining warmth and light as it crawled up into the sky. Reds and yellows danced across the retreating violets of the night, smog clouds marring the colors as they blundered along with the winds.

Sonic was already up and about, waking with the earliest rays of the sun. After a wake up stretch and running about, the hedgehog ran over to the hotel entrance. Where he now was waiting for the rest of the group, pacing back and forth. Once more the feeling of something off returned - everything sounded quiet. Aside from the soft whir of a robot going on its rounds, trimming grass to the perfect height. It was... off.

“Man, they sure are taking a while.” Sonic rubbed his nose, in the middle of his pacing. “Maybe I should go in there and check on them.”

Before he could, the sound of a door opening prompted a twitch from his ear. Turning to face the source, his face lit up when he saw Tails walking out, bag on his waist with the strap going over his shoulder. And Manic was there, too. But no Sonia?

Where could she be? Better ask.

Sonic walked towards the two, hand raised into a wave. “Hey, hey!”

Tails and Manic, busy talking with each other, turned towards Sonic in unison. Tails’s tails began to wag at once on seeing Sonic, a big grin spreading across his face.

“Hey, Sonic!” Tails said, waving at Sonic. Manic just grinned when he saw Sonic, giving the other hedgehog a wave.

“Yo, bro!” Manic said, as he walked towards Sonic to meet him. He held out his hand for a fist bump, one that Sonic returned.

“What’s been new, guys?” Sonic said as he held his hand out to Tails, the two giving each other their own fist bumps. “And where’s Sonia at?”

Manic smirked, pointing at the hotel with his thumb. “Sonia’s still getting her beauty sleep - I figured I’d go out into town and do some snooping like lil’ bro suggested.”

“Snooping for you usually means that you steal something and get in trouble.” Sonic said, crossing his arms.

Manic gasped, putting his hand on his chest. “Hey! I only get in trouble when I’m caught.”

“And that’s usually when one of us has to bail you out of there, right?” Tails said.

Manic somehow let out an even more dramatic gasp. “Et tuie, Tails?”

“Et tu.” Tails pulled out a handheld of some kind from his back, not even looking at Manic for the correction. “Keep him out of trouble if you can.”

Sonic gave the handheld a look over - it wasn’t one he’d seen before. “What’s that? Another of your inventions, Tails?”

Manic let out a pointed cough, attracting the others’ attention. “Ahem. No nicknames, remember?”

Sonic let out an exhale, almost embarrassed. “Right, sorry. Forgot about that.”

“Well, I did it first…” Tails rubbed at the back of his head with his free hand. “I mean to be fair, it’s early in the day. And it’s not like we planned the whole thing out that well.”

Tails gave Manic a pointed glare, to which the thief hedgehog just shrugged.

“You guys just need better improv skills.” Manic crossed his arms, snoot in the air in his best Sonia impression.

“Right.” Sonic stared at Manic, deadpan oozing from both his face and voice. Turning his focus to Tails, Sonic’s smile returned. “So, ‘Miles,’ new invention?”

“Oh, yeah!” Tails held up the device for both hedgehogs to see. “Haven’t settled on a name yet, but I’m gonna test it out today.”

“Sure it won’t blow up on you, lil’ bro?” Manic said, leaning in with a cheeky grin.

Tails rolled his eyes, gaze moving onto the thief. “No, Manic. It won’t blow up on me - it’s power source is too small for anything like that.”

“Heh heh. Just messing with ya, lil’ bro.” Manic leaned over onto Tails, giving the fox boy a noogie.

“Hey!” Tails burst into laughter, swatting at Manic with his free hand. Manic joined in, and after a moment Sonic started chuckling as well.

Sonic stopped first, giving Tails a glance. “So, what do you plan on using the handheld for?”

Tails took a moment to catch his breath. “Ahem. I think I’ll check out the valley after I look over the van. I want to make sure this place is doing alright, given how close we are to Eggman’s central factories.”

“Heh, how bout that?” Sonic leaned to his left, hand going onto his hip there. “I was planning to do a run around the valley to do my own check on it.”

Tails positively hopped with excitement. “Oh! With the both of us working on that, we’ll be able to see if there’s anything going on, So-!” His eyes widened, just barely catching himself. “Ah, I mean. ‘Arthur.’”

“Don’t sweat it, Miles.” Sonic reached his hand out, patting Tail’s shoulder. Then he looked at his other erstwhile brother. “You’ll be able to keep out of trouble on your own, Manic?”

“Do badniks explode if you poke them?” Manic said, the cockiest grin imaginable on his face.

“Not really, no.” Tails said without even missing a beat.

“He’s got a point, ya know.” Sonic said, grinning at the now deflated Manic. “You gotta put force behind it, or they’ll just smack you.”

Manic let out a huff. “Uh-huh.” he said, leaning towards Sonic with an emboldened grin, “I bet you know a lot ‘bout that, don’tcha bro?”

“Ah ha ha…got me there.” Sonic stood up right, starting to walk away. “Right, I’m gonna get moving now. You two be careful!”

“Okay, Sonic!” Tails said, waving at the now running Sonic - and failing to notice the indignant look Manic threw at him. “You be careful too -”

“Miles!” Manic said, giving Tails a little poke to the arm.

“Huh?” Tails looked at Manic, head tilted. “What?”

“‘Real’ names, bro!” Manic poked Tails again, driving the point in. “No nicknames!”

“Whoops.” Tails bushed a bit, rubbing at his head again. “Ah ha, sorry.”

Manic leaned back, rubbing his nose before he shrugged. “Eh… we should be fine here. Just try to keep it chill if you go to the village, huh?”

“Well, good thing I won’t be in the village much, huh?” Tails giggled, tucking his handheld under his shoulder. “Just please don’t get yourself into anything.”

Manic placed a hand over his heart, cracking a grin as he did. “You have my word, on my honor as a thief.”

“Thieves have that?” Tails asked, tilting his head. He was pretty sure that was just some sort of weir saying, not reality.

“Of course we do.” Manic said, leaning onto one side just like Sonic does (and Sonia when she’s in the mood). “Why wouldn’t we have it?”

“Erm…okay.” Tails wasn’t sure if Manic was telling the truth…but for a thief, he didn’t really lie that often from what Tails knew about him. “If you say so.”

“Right, if we got that all sorted...” Manic put his arms behind his head, stretching his neck as he did, “You got places to go, don’t you?”

“Oh yeah! Right.” Tails began to twirl his tails around. “Take care, Manic!”

“You too, lil’ bro.” Manic waved at Tails, grin on his face.

Tails took off into the air, waving back at Manic before flying off. Manic began his trek to the village, hardly a care in the world as he whistled a familiar tune. After all, out in the woods of a nowhere village, would there really be anyone to be a potential threat?

As it turned out, yes. Yes there was. The seemingly innocuous mower-bot, seen but unnoticed by the trio, had paused once it got close to them. Visual and audio data went from it back to the person who took remote control to bring it closer to their conversation.

“Hmm…Sonic, huh?” the person said, cupping their hand around their chin. “Now that’s a familiar name.”

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The sun’s rays illuminated the inside of the Underground’s room, shining through curtains and glass alike. The beams trailed across the room, until at last they rested upon Sonia’s face. And with that, the upper class raised gal began to stir.

Sitting upright in her silk sheet covered bed, Sonia let out a long yawn. “Mmh…” Looking around, she noticed -

The other beds were empty.

“Wait, huh? Where’s -” Sonia looked around for Manic and Tails.

Casting the sheets aside, Sonia stood up. She walked around the room, checked the deck, and even checked the bathroom.

No one else was around. Which meant just one thing.

“Oh, for the love of...” Sonia growled out, throwing her hands up into the air. “Ditched again!?”

With a huff, Sonia walked straight to where her clothes laid. With no one around to talk to, she might as well get into her spare day clothes.

“Ugh. The cheek of those boys. Running off and doing things while I’m asleep without even bothering to wake me up!”

She was almost dressed - if not out of steam on her anger - when there was a knock at the door.

“Oh!” Sonia glanced over at the main door, before back at her gloves as she put them on. “Uh, come on in!”

The doors opened, and in stepped a butler in what looked like a waiter outfit. Almost a decent approximation of butler ones, even. In their hand was a plate of food, covered by a food dome.

“Hello, madam.” the waiter set the plate down onto a table, lifting the dome to reveal food. “Breakfast is served.”

“Oh! Thank you, good sir.”

“It is no problem, madam.” The waiter bowed at Sonia, then exited the room. They were impressively disciplined, considering they were in the boondocks.

Sonia readied a napkin for herself - no sense in getting her clothes dirtied after just putting them on. Pulling a chair out, she sat down at the table and began to eat. On her own. With no company.

Fun.

Some nerve of Manic to just run off on me. I know Tails wouldn’t have come up with that. Hmm. They definitely have some good food here. It’s about as good as what I had back home!

In no time at all, the food was consumed. And even better, without her clothes being dirtied in the least. A trick learned by all nobility.

Setting the food dome back over the cleaned out plate, Sonia pushed away from the table. Making sure to push the table back in, she made her way over to the deck to look outside.

The steady chorus of running water filled the air. Sunlight danced between the trees, basking fields of flowers, grass, bushes in its warmth.

She spent almost a minute lost watching the falls when she heard footsteps behind her. The waiter from before must have returned - or else it was a different one.

“Do you need something, sir?” Sonia said, without looking back. The waiter’s footsteps were loud enough to hear through the outside din.

“Madam, Mayor Stripes is here to meet with you.”

Stripes himself? He must not have a lot to do around here.

“Send him on in.” Sonia said, watching the waterfalls still.

“Your pardon, Miss Sonia.” came a velvet smooth voice, “I let myself in.”

Sonia turned on her heels somehow, she hadn’t heard Stripes walk in at all.

“Oh, hello there!” she said, masking her surprise with a bright smile.

“Greetings, Miss Sonia.” Stripes bowed before Sonia, sweeping his arm in front of him as he did. He then stood back up, returning his arm by his side. “I trust that you’ve not found our hospitality lacking?”

“Certainly not.” Sonia made a half turn, putting her hands together and to her side; her well practiced innocent girl look. “It’s a great deal more accommodating than quite a few places I’ve stayed at, of late.”

“I hear that a lot.” Stripes leaned back, in a casual manner. Hands on his hips. “In this day and age, there’s not a lot of places where one can find a peaceful place to spend the night, eh?”

“Certainly not one that’s easy to find.” Sonia played with her quills, walking over to the faucet as she picked up a glass. “Even if you decide to stay at our illustrious overlord’s hotels,” she remarked, casual as she filled the glass halfway full.

Stripes let out a chuckle, rubbing his chin. “I can certainly imagine. Luckily, our hotel, as you’ve experienced, remains independent.”

Sonia finished her drink, setting her glass down. Pulling a napkin out to dry off her mouth, she turned back around to face Stripes.

“Which is certainly impressive!” she said as she approached him. “Tell me, how did you manage that?”

“Ha ha, well.” he gestured towards the main door of the room. “How about I tell you over a tour of the town?”

“Ooh!” Sonia said, in her excitable girl voice - she even clapped her hands together and raised her leg up. “That sounds like a lovely idea!”

“Excellent! Shall we?” Stripes held out his arm, as one does to escort a noble lady.

Sonia, however, was not too interested.

“Come along, Stripes.” she said, making a beeline for the door. “This tour won’t start by itself.”

Stripes rubbed his head in confusion, watching Sonia as she pushed the doors open and headed right on out. “Heh. Forceful young lady, isn’t she?”

Almost a shame that she was with the Resistance, if “Arthur” was really Sonic. But no matter - it was time for a tour.

#Sonic Underground #Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #StH #Sonia the Hedgehog #Sonia #Manic the Hedgehog #Manic #Miles Tails Prower #Tails #Stripes Sonic Underground #yes the chapter name is a pun #blame my friend

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The Silhouette of a Man-Chapter 23

Chapter 23

The Man was dozing, the sun was lowering, and Underdog was asleep. The harmonica man had left again, going God knew where. The Man had been dreaming of Julie on and off, the dream consisting of her face. Her head had a beautiful bean like quality to it, her eyes lovely and brown, with big glasses covering it, and a stunningly prominent jaw. What freckles she had had on her face he thought were just as beautiful as Julie herself.

His eyes fluttered open. Underdog was lying on his stomach, unmoving. The Man got up and walked on over to Underdog. He reached into his pocket for a dog snack, fetched it out and put it to Underdog’s nose. His nose didn’t wiggle in the least. Usually the smell of a snack would rouse Underdog awake within seconds, but he still lay there unmoving. The Man looked at Underdog a little more closely. Over the years he had to check for unnoticed cuts and dirt that had gotten inbedded in the fur, among other things that The Man rather not think about at that moment.

The Man started petting Underdog quickly, positive that that would wake the dog up. Still The Man could see no movement.

“Underdog,” he said weakly, getting on his knees to look at his eyes. “Boy,” he said, petting Underdog. Still not even a fidget. “Boy!” He realized it now. Underdog’s eyes were open and unblinking, no old panting coming from his mouth. It was as if he was stuffed. “Boy,” The Man wept, petting him. The Man put his cheek to Underdog’s. “You’re not supposed to go yet. You’re not.” At that moment he realized that there would be no more goofy smiles; and the memory of walking down the streets with Underdog behind him would stay with him forever.

All The Man could do was sob.

Julie and Andrew arrived at Georgie’s. Georgie’s had a nice, old western kind of look to it. On the inside they were introduced to three hard wood steps that led to the dance floor. Above the dance floor was the area for the seats that surrounded it. There were three iron handle bars as railings where the seats that overlooked the dance floor were.

Julie was overwhelmed at the sight. She had heard of this place, but had never actuallybeen there before.

“Do you want to dance first, or sit down?” Andrew asked.

“Let’s sit down for just a bit.” Andrew led Julie to the nearest seat. They both sat. Julie looked around as if she were Alice in Wonderland. Everything was just so beautiful to her; and the place was filled with quite the amount of people.

“What do you think?” Andrew asked. “Not that shabby, huh?”

It was beyond “not shabby.” It was stunningto her. Being with Andrew was a dream, and somehow being here completed that dream for her. “It’s beyond words for me, Andrew. It truly is.”

“I’m glad that you are having a good time, Julie,” Andrew said. He looked to the dance floor. “You haven’t danced in five years?”

“Nope,” Julie answered. “Five years of doing things for Dirk, but no dancing.”

“Let’s change that,” he said, taking Julie’s hand.

Eddie had finished his final shift and he went to the bathroom to get out of his janitor uniform. He got dressed, and went into the kitchen to say goodnight to Francine. He opened the door slightly, stopping when he heard Francine speaking on the phone.

“Hello. Dirk, I have something to tell you. Your precious Julie is going dancing with some asshole named Andrew Wright. She’s cheating on you, Dirk. Yeah, I bet you will.”

Eddie pushed the door open.

Francine’s back was turned to him. She put the phone back in the cradle and turned around. She jumped at the sight of Eddie. “For Christ’s sake, Mr. Rackett! You could have said something, you stupid oaf! I should fire your ass right now!”

Eddie’s face burned with anger. “You trifling bitch. You can’t just be jealous of Julie, you have to fuck with her life to top it off! You are the scummiest, nastiest, cold-hearted bitch I’ve ever known!” Then he got a look at the phone. “Maybe you want to call your boyfriend back? Well, let me help you.” Eddie pushed Francine out of his way, sending her back a few steps to the right. He grabbed the phone with both hands. The phone was attached to the wall; and he pulled on it as hard as he could, the cords in his forearms pushing out as if they wanted to escape; and he proceeded to tear the phone off the wall and smashed it to the floor. “There you go,” he finished strongly. “Phone away.”

Francine was in utter shock. Her face was completely frozen.

“You can take my job and shove it up that old, wrinkly ass of yourswhile you’re at it!” With that, he walked out of the kitchen, leaving Francine to stare into space. She had nothing to say. That, or nothing could come out.

Andrew took Julie by the hand, brought her to the dance floor where there must’ve been a dozen people dancing and could feel Julie’s hands jittering. He stared into her eyes, covered by glasses. His feet started to move when the next song started.

Julie could hear her heart thumping in her chest as she locked eyes with Andrew. The song started. It was “The One” by Elton John. This was the song that got her through every day, something that kept her standing strong the hours that she spent cleaning the house. Everything seemed so perfect that it didn’t appear to be real at all, maybe a dream, one that she felt she would wake up from at any minute. Then her feet started to move, feeling like she was swimming through ankle deep water, everything around her seeming to spin, and her only focus was Andrew, her hero; the silhouette of a man. Tears started to run down her cheeks. She wanted to tell Andrew that she loved him, that she never wanted to leave him, that everything from now on would be heaven. She could feel a tingling sensation in her fingers as her hands were intertwined with his.

Then as the song ended she kept her eyes on Andrew, truly knowing that she was in love.

“Do you want to take a walk?” Andrew asked, looking deeply into her eyes. “We’ll come right back. I just thought that it would be nice.”

“I would love to,” Julie whispered, squeezing Andrew’s hand gently.

Andrew led her out by the hand, and the night swallowed them up.

Dirk was still grinding his teeth when he put the phone back into the receiver. A dark complexion had surfaced on Dirk, like a grey sky on water. The thought that the guy he had met at the bar was the one sleeping with Julie made him want to tear him apart. He thought that he might have even seen him at the Homeless Shelter. How he did not see that was beyond him.

“You’ve been a bad, bad girl, Julie,” he growled lowly, heading out the front door and going to his truck to visit Georgie’s. Dirk’s face turned a deep red as he started the image, the image of killing Julie that night. The idea seemed too sweet to him, watching her choke on his grasp, watch the life get sucked out of her like a mosquito sucking out blood.

Dirk grinned, but the grin looked twisted and askew as if the smile was fighting with a frown.

He drove off.

The night sky was a beautiful blue mixed with purple, not a cloud in sight and the moon as full as it could possibly be. Andrew and Julie were still holding hands, looking up at the sky, Andrew looking at the moon a little more indifferently. “Isn’t it beautiful?” Julie asked, smiling widely, the full moon reminding her of the night that she was saved by her hero.

Andrew looked at her, a small smile on his lips. “You look beautiful in the moonlight; did you know that?”

Julie blushed very quickly. “Really? You think so?” She couldn’t believe this because of the mere fact that she was wearing jeans and her usual purple shirt, and she looked at her thighs and stomach briefly. “Even in all these clothes and glasses?”

“Everything about you is beautiful.”

She thought she was going to cry in happiness when she stopped dead in her tracks. They had walked the whole way to her school, right by the chain link fence. Her dream had taken place at this school, the shadow of a boy standing where she was standing then.

“What is it, Julie?” Andrew asked, looking past the chain link fence. “Do you see something?”

“No,” she said, starting to laugh a bit. “I had a dream I was a little girl a couple of nights ago. I was on the other side of the fence.” She looked in Andrew’s eyes. “You know how silly dreams can be, right?”

“Yeah,” Andrew said. Andrew gave her a deep, considering look. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” she said, tearing up. This felt like the happiest moment in her life. She thought that if she died at this very second, she could die happy.

The longer that Dirk drove, the angrier he got. The aftermath of the things that he was going to do to Julie wouldn’t be good to the eye. Dirk’s plans were darker than the night that he was driving in. He thought of how she complained about how people might notice her bruises; well after that night- things in particular that Dirk had planned- she may very well need to put a sack over her head to hide what he would do. A big toothy grin spread across his face. He turned the intersection by the school and slowed down. By the chain link fence were Andrew and Julie. Dirk’s fingers dug into the steering wheel. He was starting to think that he could squeeze the steering wheel tightly enough to make his fingernails bleed.

He idled the truck, just to make sure that neither of them would notice.

Dirk got out of the truck and brought out his knife, a long one(he had never intended on getting any “pussy like knife”) from his left boot. It had been propped so you could see it in full, the tip just in the top of the boot.

Dirk walked just a bit faster as he continued.

“Andrew, this is the happiest day of my life,” she said with tears running down her face. “And being here with you…it’s just…just perfect.”

Andrew was about to speak, but his complexion turned white and he was looking past Julie, behind her.

Julie turned around and screamed in terror.

The moonlight had turned Dirk into some horrible, ghoulish ghost. His face dark and grim, he approached Julie.

“It isn’t what you think, Dirk. I’m not cheating on you, I promise.”

“You lyin’ bitch!” he roared, smashing his hand against the chain link fence. “You always were, and you always will be a lyin’… fuckin….bitch!” He smashed his hand against the fence again.

“Help, Andrew, help,” she pleaded. Andrew looked at her dubiously and then to Dirk.

“Well, pretty boy, you going to do something?” Dirk grinned. “Are you going to be a Prince in Shining Armor?”

“I…” Andrew started, backing away, first slowly. As soon as Dirk’s knife got into his sight, he ran for it.

Julie looked, stunned in disbelief of what she just saw. Her hero, the man of her dreams had just dashed away, frightened out of his mind. Julie was at a loss for words, her whole world crumbling apart. She started to sob madly, dropping to the ground limply in a seating position.

“Some hero he is,” Dirk said.

“Fuck you,” Julie croaked. “What do you want from me? What?! Tell me! For Christ’s sake tell me!”

“I want you to be a good girl,” Dirk said. “That’s what I want you to be.”

“What does that even mean, Dirk?” she said with wet eyes. “I don’t know.”

Dirk’s face twisted in a sick jerk, as if his mind was expelling some demon. “Time to make you a good girl.”

The Man was walking the streets, tears full in his eyes. He kept thinking of the first time that he had seen Underdog; and now with him gone, his memories seemed incomplete, like a clear night’s sky without a moon.

He arrived at the school where he first saw Julie, and stopped when he saw a truck. It was Dirk’s. Then he heard Julie screaming. The words were unclear, but he was positive that it was her voice. As he walked a little farther he saw Dirk holding a knife. He rushed, turning the corner of the fence and stood behind Dirk. Julie’s eyes brightened as much as they could, still full of tears. Dirk noticed a shadow, turning around as quickly as he could. The Man grabbed the wrist holding the knife as fast as he could, getting a wrench-like grip on it. The Man rammed Dirk into the fence, a groan coming from Dirk’s mouth.

Dirk growled angrily, overpowering The Man, pushing him into the fence.

“You fuck,” Dirk said, pushing The Man into the fence again. He kept pushing and pushing. The Man’s arms started to give up on him, and he could feel himself losing balance, standing on his tippy toes as Dirk shoved him over the fence. The Man landed flat on his back, his legs in the air. The Man looked like a chair pushed over; and with that he got up as fast as he could. The next thing he knew, Dirk’s knife was plunged into his chest. The Man felt numb. Dirk pushed it in farther and farther, before pulling it out and stabbing him again lighter.

The Man fell to the grass, wheezing his breaths, looking through the holes of the chain link fence, watching Julie get up.

“You fucking monster!” she screamed.

What The Man saw next made him scream hoarsely. Dirk stabbed Julie in the chest, blood coming out in spurts from her chest and oozing from her mouth. Julie fell to the ground limply as if she were a rag doll. Dirk looked down at her, realizing what he had done. He looked at the bloody knife in his hand dully and dashed off.

Julie’s face turned very pale. Then she turned her head, looking at The Man through the fence. The Man could swear that she looked as if she just had realized something. “It’s you.” Julie put a finger through one of the chain link fence holes. The Man crawled to lay down directly across from her, separated by the fence. He found himself remembering that day, how happy he had been when he had held hands with Julie. She hadn’t been there on the rainy day, but she was there now, staring at him on that full mooned night. He put his finger through the hole that Julie had put hers through. Their fingers touched.

For the first time in their lives, they felt that there was nothing that would interrupt the smiles that crossed their faces, as if this was the first time that they felt truly loved. Julie and The Man smiled at each other.

The Man’s vision was slowly turning white.

Julie’s eyes were fading.

And as their fingers touched, they believed that their happiness was only beginning.

The sun had broken through the clouds. The Boy was outside the fence, smiling at a young Julie who was in the schoolyard, walking on the grass. Julie was holding his hand, guiding him down the chain link fence, smiling back. The Boy laughed happily as they walked down the fence. Their silhouettes trailed behind them.

The Boy saw the clouds break even more, making Julie’s smile widen.

If he had to guess, he would swear that he was in heaven.

March 17, 2011- January 09, 2025

B.H.H

#the silhouette of a man #my novel #writblr #writing

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Hi Izzy! So i wanted to request a smut fic tehe. So reader is like the new member of a new group under HYBE. And on their first day at the company, they walk into the wrong practice room. When txt sees reader, they all instantly straighten up and bc reader is so pretty, they all wanna talk to her. But duh, it’s gonna be a gyu fic. after reader accidentally bumps into them, she clicks w/ gyu right away. So on a music show, TXT gets another win n’ reader decides to congratulate gyu 😏(ifykyk) TY!!

GOOD BOY - CHOI BEOMGYU

idol!beomgyu x fem!reader

in which After accidentally walking into his practice room and cursing as if fuck was the only word in your vocabulary, you manage to befriend one of the TXT members; Choi Beomgyu. But your friendship soon turns into something messier as you spent more time with him.

wc 2.8k

warnings smut, brunette!Beomgyu, mostly sub!Beomgyu and dom!reader, fwb lowk, blowjob, unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of cursing

↪ izzy speaks... mhm I like this one :3 When Yeonjun dropped those concept pics and thought he might finally be able to steal me, this gyu reminded me where I belong again

“I’m running there now,” you assured her, your breath shaky as you stopped at the red light, taking a moment to breathe properly. “Yeah, I can hear that,” your group leader scoffed, and you could practically hear her shaking her head at you. “No one came here to look for you, so they probably haven’t checked the cameras yet. I’ll try to cover for you, but don’t take long.” You nodded, a quick ‘thank you’ escaping your lips as you hung up, stuffing your phone back into your pocket, getting ready to run again in the hopes that you wouldn’t be too late for your first practice after debut.

It hasn’t been that long, and honestly, it still felt surreal. Your debut was only two weeks ago, and you already had people here and there cheering you on. It was a warm feeling.

But you weren’t sure how long you could keep that feeling for. You were worried that if people knew you were a mess outside the cameras, they might change their view of you. You were usually late due to your non-existent time management, and you were forgetful. Honestly, you’d be surprised if you still remembered your debut date after six months.

If you were to put it simply, numbers were your biggest enemy.

So it didn’t surprise you much when you ran through the HYBE hallway, looking for practice room 4. You were convinced you remembered your schedule this time. You were confident your practice room was number 4.

But it wasn’t.

And you had to learn the hard way.

“Fuck, sorry, girls. I completely lost track of time. Has anyone looked for me yet? I hope… not,” you froze, the sound of the door closing behind you the only thing you could hear now. It was as if everything froze with you. “Fuck, sorry,” you apologized immediately, scanning the room as fast as you could. “Shit, I should stop saying fuck,” you muttered, causing a laugh escape from the brunette opposite you.

“Hey, sorry. Can we help you somehow?” The seemingly tallest of the five boys you noticed in the practice room asked, taking a few steps forward to you after exchanging a look with his bandmates. “Uhm, actually, maybe,” you mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck as you watched them. They were sweating, two of them even panting. Right, people sweat when they practice like they should, you reminded yourself. “I was looking for room 4? Isn’t this it?”

“Seems like you are in the right place, then.” Your attention shifted from the tallest to the one behind him, your eyes widening immediately. Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun was in front of you. You wanted to slap yourself for not realizing who you were talking to sooner. “Fuck,” you exhaled, the curse slipping from your tongue on instinct.

“I thought you said you weren’t going to say fuck anymore?” The brown-haired guy smirked, stepping forward with the rest. Choi Beomgyu, you noted mentally. You could recognize the famous faces now that you looked at them again. “A bit hard when Tubatu is standing in front of you,” you admitted, watching their lips curve into a smile.

“I’m sorry, I guess I had the wrong room number. I’ll-” Before you could finish your sentence, your ringtone interrupted you. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you were in trouble now. It was either the staff calling you or your group leader. You weren’t sure which one was the worse option.

You reached into your pocket, looking at the caller ID: Nari, your leader. “Alright, I’m so sorry I ran into your practice. I’m going to go right away. I have my own practice to attend,” you smiled awkwardly. Not waiting for their response, you quickly turned your back to them, rushing out of the practice room before you accepted the call. You didn’t give her any time to yell at you as you asked her where your practice room was.

♡⸝⸝

“Alright, that’s it for today,” your group leader clapped, looking at your six-member group. You finally took a deep breath, sliding down to the ground. “I am so tired.” Your best friend scoffed, sitting down beside you. “You’re not done yet, babe,” she proclaimed, making you whine. “What now? I already said I am sorry for being late. Please don’t make me dance for another hour as punishment!” You pleaded, dramatically spreading your arms and legs.

“Not an hour-long practice, but you are filming our next dance challenge,” Nari informed you. “In,” she started, looking at her arm as if she were to see the time on her non-existent watch. “An hour. If I were you, I would run to the shower and start getting ready. They don’t have the whole day for you.” You whined again, closing your eyes tiredly. “With who? I already did the dance challenge with Hoshi and Chaewon last week! I embarrassed myself enough! They totally outdid me!”

“If you weren’t late, we would send Eunji. Don’t be dramatic about it now, and get ready. Yeonjun should be waiting for you later,” Nari stated. You sat up immediately, your eyes widened. “Yeonjun?!” You repeated after her, getting a confused nod in return.

You sighed, finally accepting your fate before you looked at your leader again. “Alright, I’ll do the challenge with him, but be prepared for a call once I am done. The craziest thing happened when I was going to practice,” you said, jumping on your feet again.

♡⸝⸝

It might have been the first time you weren’t the one late. You sat on the couch in your practice room as your two staff members prepared everything, waiting for the famous fourth-gen IT boy. You sighed, turning off your phone in annoyance. It might have been the first time you were the one waiting for someone else, and you hated it. You started to understand how others felt when you were constantly late.

“We are so sorry for being late. Practice was longer than we expected,” you heard the familiar voice, turning your head towards the door. We? “I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to hear you cursing again, could I?” The brown-haired boy smiled, as if he could read your mind. “I’m not going to curse again,” you stated, but honestly, when you didn’t believe it yourself, how could he? “If you say so,” Beomgyu chuckled.

The two males learned your choreography in the blink of an eye, finishing the video in just two takes. You admired them a lot. Especially after you’d tried to learn their latest choreography. You couldn’t process the moves properly. It felt nearly impossible and you whined, dropping down onto the floor.

Beomgyu didn’t hesitate before squatting down beside you, ignoring the panicking glances from Yeonjun. “Maybe we should take a break,” he suggested, looking over his shoulder at the staff. “You can go for a coffee, or something, and I’ll go over it again with her.” The two staff members exchanged a look, unable to turn such an offer down. Before you could even realize it, they were long gone, leaving you in the practice room alone with Beomgyu and Yeonjun.

“This is embarrassing. I’m an idol, too. I shouldn’t be so incapable,” you covered your face with your hands, trying to avoid them as much as possible. It was embarrassing enough when you ran into their practice room earlier that day. You didn’t need all this on top of that.

“You aren’t–” Yeonjun started, but before he could finish, the younger male interrupted him, making him lose your attention before he could even receive it. “You aren’t incapable,” Beomgyu assured you. “When we were learning it for the first time, I felt the same way. The choreography is hard, but I know you can do it. I saw you dance earlier. You are fully capable of learning the moves. Heck, you might even end up being better than Yeonjun,” he tried to ease the mood with a laugh, and it worked. You shook your head, giggling as you stood up again, refusing to look like a crybaby. “Alright, show me again, please,” you pleaded.

Yeonjun stood on the side, regretful as he watched you dance with Beomgyu. You mastered the choreography after a few more tries, reviewing it now. He sighed, realizing it was all his fault. When the staff told him he should bring one more member for the dance challenge, he thought Beomgyu was the safe choice. That he could charm you while Beomgyu would be the crackhead he usually is, but it turned out the other way. Somehow, Beomgyu managed to charm you right in front of his eyes instead, and there was nothing he could do.

“Do you have any schedule after this?” Beomgyu asked, sitting down and pressing his back against the mirror. “Not that I know of,” you said, glancing over at Yeonjun, sitting on the same couch you sat on while waiting for him. A part of you felt bad for him. It felt as if you were leaving him out, forcing him to be on his phone while you and Beomgyu engaged in a conversation. “How about I treat you to dinner?” He suggested, making your eyes widen. Whatever amount of your attention Yeonjun had seconds ago, it was all gone now. “What?”

“As a reward for learning the dance.”

♡⸝⸝

After that day, you and Beomgyu became close friends. Friends. You weren’t actually sure if that was what you could call it. You were friends for some time, but both of you knew it couldn’t last long. You couldn’t be just friends when all you could think about at night was having him in your bed next to you. You thought about him at practice, about how hot he looked when he danced. You thought about how his lips moved when he talked to you, about how the same lips would feel against yours. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard you tried.

You hung out together after practices. You had gone out to eat with his members, and he went out with yours. You had spent every free minute of your time with him in the past two months, so it wasn’t a big surprise to anyone when you showed up at Music Bank at the same time he did. What did surprise your members, though, was that you weren’t late.

“Damn! Beomgyu really does have a good impact on you!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, ignoring her comment and greeting your stylist, already looking at the outfit she had prepared for you.

♡⸝⸝

You couldn’t lie; you hoped for a win for your group, but a part of you always cheered for Tubatu. They deserved the win, Beomgyu deserved the win. And you soon realized, their win meant a win for you too.

You kneeled in front of the brown-haired boy, your hair in his hands as he held it up for you in a ponytail, his head thrown back. “You did so good today,” you praised him, your mouth stuffed with his cock. “S-Shut up,” he whimpered, a few of your hair strands escaping his fingers as his grip loosened. You smirked, pulling your head back when you felt him thrust his hips forward to reach deeper. “You want me to shut my mouth, hm?” You teased him. “No, please,” he pleaded, his breath trembling. “Need you.”

You weren’t sure when your relationship started evolving in this direction. It happened in the blink of an eye. One second you were walking with him to your dorm, and the next thing you knew, your lips were pressed on his. The kiss was full of need then, and it felt the same way now. Whenever Beomgyu kissed you, you could feel how much he wanted you.

So when his group won, you thought you would congratulate him with a simple peck until you felt the need in the kiss once again. When his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, you knew it wasn’t ending with just a kiss.

“Please, I’ll be so good,” Beomgyu whined, holding onto the edge of the table behind him for support. “Will you now?” Your lips turned into a smile. You loved teasing him, but you knew your expressions always gave you away because nothing could get you more turned on than a man begging to have you.

“So good,” he repeated eagerly.

“Good boys deserve a prize,” you said softly before your lips found his trembling cock again, giving his tip a quick peck before you opened your mouth wide, your tongue wrapping over his whole length. As your name slipped past his lips with an almost pornographic moan, you couldn’t help yourself and rub your thighs together, your panties soaked.

It only took a few kitty-licks over his tip for the male to cum in your mouth, his release sliding down your cheek when you pulled away. Beomgyu was a whining mess, his hands still holding tightly onto the table as you stood up from the floor, cupping his cheeks. “A bit more,” he whimpered, his right hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You moaned out, too, as you felt his still hard cock slide between your legs, pressing on your clothed pussy.

You couldn’t say no when he asked you so prettily. “You’ll have to be extra quick, okay?” Beomgyu didn’t even process what you just said before he nodded. He didn’t need to know because he knew he would do anything you asked him for.

You took Beomgyu’s position, jumping up on the table, teasingly opening your legs with a smirk as you watched him, his eyes flitting between your panties and face. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” – “Absolutely,” you nodded, grabbing his arm and pulling him between your legs. “I love seeing you whimper for me as much as you love being in me.”

It was safe to say you were driving him crazy. His cock twitched at your words, begging him to finally slide into you. He groaned, yanking your panties down. A yelp escaped your lips as the cold air hit you, making you wrap your legs around his hips in order to feel some warmth.

His cock was soon deep inside you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. You were both a whining mess by now. His forehead was sweaty, just like when you first met him, except this time, it was for a different reason. The mini skirt your stylist put you into earlier was rolled up, fully exposing your lower body to the brunette.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, ‘m close,” you gasped when he managed to hit your g-spot simulately, driving you over the edge. “Shit, I’m–” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he pulled out, groaning as he released all over your stage outfit. You could hear his breath trembling as he collapsed into your arms, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing his back. “It’s fine, take a moment to breathe,” you whispered, unable to hide your smile. He was adorable.

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Beomgyu asked casually as he pulled his pants up again. You, on the other hand, didn’t find that casual at all. You froze, blinking a few times, trying to figure out if you heard him right. “You want to…sleep at mine?” You asked, making him look up at you. He nodded, his eyes wandering all over your face, hoping to read you. “Unless you mind? I mean– forget it, I didn’t say anything,” he shook his head, turning around and looking for his phone.

You closed your eyes, sighing. “Beomie, of course you can stay with me,” you assured him, walking over to him. He faced you again upon feeling your touch on his arm, his eyes soft. “I just don’t know what I’ll say to my members, that’s all.”

“You think they don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?”

It was Beomgyu who froze this time, rethinking what he wanted to say. “I mean, I don’t know like… that we are together, kind of.”

“That we are ‘kind of together’?” You raised an eyebrow at him, making him sigh. “Alright, yeah, I know I didn’t ask you out properly until now, but…please?” It only took you one glance for him to continue, knowing you weren’t vibing with his half-assed suggestions. “Please, I want to be your boyfriend,” he added, holding onto your hand. “Please?”

You chuckled when he pleaded again, rolling your eyes playfully before you nodded. “Yes, Beomie, I’d love for you to be my boyfriend.”

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thelasttime · 10 months ago

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hi Madie, it’s Valentine Heart 💝 anon! i haven’t gotten the courage to ask him (yet…?) about where he stands with all of this, but i am just. not feeling it. right now. idk. i’ve currently been on break from Instagram for a week now, and my life has been interesting since it happened… i’m trying to get my mind off of him (sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t, that’s just how it is); i’ve been exercising more, i’m focusing more on hobbies like reading and i’ve been applying to jobs too. and i filed my taxes for the first time recently! exciting!!

anyway. something i noted is that he hasn’t checked up on me once, which is slightly disappointing. he rarely does that, actually, unless i approach him first. idk. maybe it’s just not a thing he does usually??

also my birthday’s coming up soon (!!!) and i’m debating on whether i should ask him if he wants to do something with me (maybe try to have that movie night again) but idk if he’s busy. also idk if it’ll be something that comes up out of nowhere since we haven’t really talked since i said i was taking an IG break. still might be worth a shot though? maybe?? will update you on that!

but yeah! bottom line is that i’m realizing i put too much of my time and effort on this, i think, and i basically need to get my shit together lmfao. but it would be a shame if this break somehow broke something between us because we were friends first before all of this started happening :/ hopefully won’t be the case though! but wherever happens happens, you know?

i love this mentality and i think it's so healthy that you've taken time to focus on yourself!! at the end of the day, you always have yourself and the main person who needs to be taken care of in your life is .. you!

and i think it's important that you've noticed that he hasn't checked up on you. it might be something he doesn't do, but i would say that if you're doing it, he should do it too (like, it's polite up to check up on people!)

and do what you want to do for your birthday!! maybe i would prioritize other friendships over this and spend my birthday with people who i frequently talk to vs. someone i'm interested in because my birthday is about me ! but it's always your decision

i think this is a good step in general though!! focus on yourself <3

#asks #asking you this*#anonymous

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years ago

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The Stick of Truth

Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1!

N.K. is angry at her parents. Not only did they move again, no, but they moved into a snowy hicktown named South Park! She was sure she would hate it there, yet surprisingly she gets to participate in the epic RPG the kids play and falls for the human princess and the elf king. Who is friend, who is foe and which side should she choose?

Main Pairing: New Kid/Kenny McCormick/Kyle Broflovski

Chapter 3: First Summon, Gas-Mask, and Drug Dealers, oh my!

You guys 'member when in the last chapter I said how this game would be a full Final Fantasy rip-off if I can summon in the future something?

Well, guess what happened?

At first, me and Leo just enter City Wok, because I got the munchies and wanted to check out the noodle soups of this place.

Somehow we got robbed into beating up a lot of little Mongolian kids in the Tower of Peace since the parents of them have conquered Mr. Kim, the owner of City Wok, the week before.

Then we had to beat up the parents.

I admit I felt kind of like Mulan doing this.

Also, I got a new kickass bow.

Yet, how in the name of Isis, is the whole city involved in the whole LARPing these kids here do?

Anyway, for beating up all the Mongolians, Mr. Kim not only became my Facebook friend, but he also gave me a little Gong so I can call him to beat up my enemies.

Besides bosses.

Since they are too tough.

Again, I ask how this works?

I think I have just to try it, then I will see.

South Park is the weirdest town I ever lived and I have a feeling I haven’t even seen the weirdest shit yet!

After this little adventure, we finally reach Jimbo’s Gun. Behind the counter is a tall chubby man in hunter gear and a shorter guy with sunglasses, who only has one arm.

These two make just only for the looks an interesting duo.

“Well hello there Jimbo and Ned!”, greets Leo cheerfully.

I give them a nod.

“Afternoon gentlemen.”

“Well! What brings you here today? Business or pleasure? Or vengeance?”, ask the chubby guy, which Leo whispers is Jimbo.

“Sweet, sweet vengeance!”, I answer with a maniac chuckle, which only seems to disturb Leo.

Jimbo and Ned just grin.

“You've come to the right place.”, tells me Ned, speaking into a voice box.

He sounds like a robot!

If he had the voice of the Cybernetic Ghost of Christmas Past from the Future I would have been sooooo happy. Then again I’m not currently playing a children’s card game and trying to attack someone with Obelisk the Tormenter.

Torment.

“Howdy there!”, Jimbo’s voice shakes me of my thought. “Haven't seen you before. You must be the new kid that moved to town - and you're into huntin', huh?! Well, my boy, you've come to the right place!”

Again, I’m currently Link, but again someone doesn’t see I’m not a boy. Or my cosplay is more than amazing, or there is something in the water that makes the people here stupid.

Well nearly everyone.

I try to correct Jimbo, but against his talking like a raging river, I can’t get a word out.

I only get that he has something against Democrats, wants to sell me a book about hunting here in South Park and oh, he can sell some weapons to me.

At this, my eyes check the counter before us and I see it.

A beautiful katana.

Oh hell yeah, time to get my Demon Slayer game on!

“I want a gas mask, this beautiful Katana, and sure give me this hunting book.”, I tell Jimbo.

“Oh, sure New Kid, but your level is too low for the Katana.”

…What?

“It’s so unfair!”, I cry at Leo, waving the gas mask around.

“We will get the Katana later for you N.K., you just have to level up a bit.”, he reassures me.

We are on our way back to the Security Guard and I can’t even enjoy that I will be ready for this motherfucker because Jimbo and Ned are part of the whole shikt with levels for weapons like us kids.

I want the Katana now!

Not when this whole game is nearly over!

I need to come up with a plan to get it!

Mmh, maybe I can buy it normally if I go to the shop with my normal clothes on…?

Sadly I can’t try it right now, since it’s time to kick someone in the Kuribohs.

I pull the gas mask on my face and command practically: “Leo, you let me handle this. This asshole will feel all of my burning rage!”

“O-Okay.”

So I stalk over to the Security Guard and call: “Hey, pigheaded, dickless, lurd of tard, I’m back!”

He doesn’t waste time to pepper spray again, but this time nothing happens.

I see the fear in his eyes and it is delicious like chocolate.

“What the fuck? Oh NO!”

“OH YES!”

I don’t wait that we get transported to the battleground ala Final Fantasy. I make my promise come true and kick him with all my might in the Kuribos!

Aka. his balls.

He falls down, clutching his jewels, whimpering pathetically.

“Move... along.”

“Never test me again bitch!”

Satisfied at his cowering, I take off the gas mask and smile brightly at Leo.

“Let’s go, little bro.”

Leo looks sympathetic at the Security Guard before he rejoins my side.

“Y-You are really scary big sis.”, mumbles Leo at me, while I ring the doorbell of Token’s home.

“It’s part of my charm.”, I jest.

Well, a bit.

Security Guard had it coming.

The door opens and a black kid opens the door.

…Don’t tell me his name is a goddamn pun-!

“Yeah?”

“Oh yes, hello I’m N.K., you must be Token.”, I say and hand him Cartman’s letter. “I’m the new mage of Kupa Keep and Lord Fatass wants me to fetch all his warriors since the elven took the Stick of Truth.”

“Nice to meet you N.K. I’m surprised that Cartman lets a girl play with us.”

At this Leo and I wince. It’s nice to see there is another person who has eyes in his head, but…

“His chubbiness thinks I’m a dude, so can you…”

“Of course. Hang on a second.”

Token closes for a second the door and after opening it again he is in his Kupa Keep get-up. Wow, he dresses fast!

“Thank you for thy message, traveler! Your secret is safe with me. I shall make haste to Kupa Keep!”, he announces, then turns to his right and calls: ”Mom! Can you drive me to Eric's house?”

And closes again the door.

I shrug my shoulders and mentally strike him from my list.

One warrior recruited, two more to go.

The next warrior recruit (who gets the reference gets a cookie) is a boy named Tweek Tweak, since we can’t simply just go and grab Craig from school and I ask Leo if he is messing with me about his name.

Who names their kid like that?

And why?

Were they on drugs? (No pun indeed)

With any hour passing South Park gets weirder.

Leo assures me that it’s really his name and with a sign I follow him to Tweak Bro. Cafe. A cafe owned by Tweeks family if you didn’t get it. But I’m sure we all here are smarter than Cartman by a mile.

We pass the cinema and I stop Leo by grasping his arm.

“Oh look! They play Asses on Fire 2!”, I squeal happy. “Did you watch the first one?”

“Yeah, I did. You like Terrance and Phillip, big sis?”

As an answer, I start to sing the well known song from the first movie: “Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka! You're a cock-sucking, ass-licking uncle fucka! You're an uncle fucka, yes it's true! Nobody fucks uncles quite like you!”

Leo laughs happily and joins me.

“Shut your fucking face, uncle fucka! You're the one that fucked your uncle, uncle fucka! You don't eat or sleep or mow the lawn, You just fuck your uncle all day long!”

“Suck my balls!”, I end the song happy giggling.

“Oh I wish we could watch it now.”, confesses Leo. “I bet it’s better than the first.”

“Well, I was planning to watch it with my parents. I’m sure you can tag along when we go!”

My little brother lights up like a Christmas Tree.

“Really?”

“I promise!”

I wrap my arm around his shoulder giving him so side-way hug. We continue our way to Tweek Bros Cafe.

“Psst. Pssst, hey. Over here.”

I ignore this weird older dude hiding behind a tree between the cinema and the cafe, I got no time for this shit and enter with Leo the cafe.

The cafe is cute, but the smell of the coffee is a bit strange.

I can’t put my finger on it.

My parents and I are avid coffee drinkers, so I’m familiar with its smell, so this strange smell, makes me frown.

And yes I know I’m 11 I shouldn’t already drink coffee, leave me alone! I need my coffee or I don’t function.

I wanted to get a cup, but this smell turned me away. That doesn’t stop me from going up to the counter to ask for Tweek.

The older gentleman greets me in a calming soothing voice which throws me off a bit.

“Welcome to Tweek Coffee. Coffee made with ingredients supplied by local organic suppliers. It's local coffee. Brewed locally.”

I swore I hear soft background music.

Are we in a commercial?

I blink rapidly to get my bearings back.

“Erm, hello sir, is Tweek here? We want to ask him to play with us.”

“Hello there.”, Mr. Tweak greets me. “If you're looking for Tweek, he's in the back room, unattended. Unattended, like a pristine meadow known only to the wild horses that graze there. Would you like to try some coffee? It's fresh, like a sun-dappled cornfield ready for harvest.”

“Eh no thanks, another time…”

I nearly drag Leo to the backroom to get away from this coffee dealer. It’s just soooooo weird.

In the backroom we find who must be Tweek, wearing a little apron and with a broom cleaning the room.

“AHGHGHGH! How am I supposed to do all this?! There's no way, man! Starbucks has like eight employees! Here it's just me!! GAHGHGH!!”, he talks frantically to himself, twitching here and there.

Oh dear, what is his problem?

I get my answer when I see him chuck down a whole cup of coffee like some Tequilla shot.

He didn’t even blink.

I don’t know if I should give him kudos or be scarred for life.

“Hello, Tweek?”, I call out to him.

The poor boy lets out a shrill shriek.

Ups.

“AHGHGHGH! Who are you?!”

“Sorry didn’t mean to startle you.”, I talk to him in my most calm and reassuring voice. “I’m N.K., new in town and also the new Mage of Kupa Keep. Lord Tub of Lard calls all his warriors to the castle to reclaim the Stick of Truth from the elves.”

He doesn’t stop twitching, even after I had him Cartman’s letter.

“NOW?!?! The guys need me now?! Oh, there's no way man! I have WAY too much to do! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO DO ALL THIS?!”, he screams in my face, shaking me by my shoulders.

“Wowowow, calm down, Tweek. Can Leo and I help you somehow? Maybe we could help you clean.”, I suggested, taking his hands from my shoulders and caressing them gently to help calm him down.

It seems to work since Tweek takes a deep breath to get his thoughts under control.

Well mostly.

He is still twitching and shaking.

“You could go get the four o'clock delivery for me?!”, he asks.” If you do I can finish here and then - and then I'll still have time to play! PLEASE!”

Me and Leo look at each other and he nods.

“Sure thing Tweek. Where is the delivery?”

“It's at Kenny's house - like always! Y-you give them THIS - They'll give you the delivery!”

He gives me a piece of paper.

“PLEASE! Would you?!”

“Consider it done.”

With that Leo and I leave the backroom.

I can’t even describe what I’m feeling when I see where sweet, sweet Princess Kenny lives.

I feel sad and angry on her behalf.

No one should live in a dump like that.

“The princess family doesn’t have much money, huh?”, I mumble, kicking an empty beer bottle away.

Leo hears me anyway.

“Kenny and his family were always poor. He is actually the poorest kid in school.”, he explains to me.

“This sucks.”

“Agree, but don’t pity him, Kenny hates that.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

Still…it hurts me to see this sad excuse of a house and think how cold and dirty it has to be in there.

I wish I could help somehow…

Since we came here on a mission, I ignore my desire to help Kenny and his family somehow and knock on the front door, which probably saw better days. It feels like the door is going to crack under my knocks.

The door opens and a red-haired woman with a green I’m with stupid T-Shirt stands before us.

That’s for sure Kenny’s mom.

She has the same pretty blue eyes as her child, just they seem tired and lifeless. Looking at her, I bet she was once a beautiful young girl, but whatever happened to her made her now look older and defeated.

“What?”, she croaks at us.

“Hello, ma’am.”, I addressed her and hand her the letter Tweek gave me. “We are here to pick up the delivery for Tweek Bro.”

“Oh, this isn't for me. This is for the nice people who are renting the guest house out in the back.”, she explains to me, handing me back the letter and a key to this guest house.

“Thanks for your help ma’am.”

“You are a nice girl, goodbye.”

I admit it makes me feel giddy that Kenny’s mom seems to like me and even can tell I’m a girl. These are some brownie points for her.

Me and Leo make our way to the guesthouse, which is actually a garage, and…yep we are in a junkie hideout.

Awesome, just awesome.

I’m not touching anything in here.

I don’t want to get tetanus or hepatitis or some shit.

“Yeah, yeah. We got the package for Tweek Coffee. You got the envelope?”, say’s one of the three junkies to us.

They are two males and a female.

I swore, I formally feel the drugs and sickness coming from them.

“Uh, these witch doctors must be cooking up a secret potion. I wonder if it's a healing potion...”, voice Leo his thought and I can just stare at him.

Didn’t he get what this person actually are?

How innocent is he?

“Stay close and don’t touch anything.”, I whisper to him before I turn to one of the junkies and hand him the letter. “Here.”

No time for pleasantries, I want to get out of here, before I catch something nasty.

“Hey... that's not the usual kid that picks up the package.”

“Huh? Oh shit. It's a COP!!”

Uh-oh!

Our little adventure in the garage ends with beating up the three junkies and then getting the Tweek Bro delivery ourselves.

Once we are out of the garage, I search in my little backpack for the hand sanitizer I know I have and wash myself and Leo with it as well as I can.

“Nasty, nasty, nasty!”, I shudder. “I don’t want to get any sickness that will eat my brain!”

“Big sis you are rubbing the hand sanitizer in my face! It hurts.”

“It’s for your own good, little bro!”

After what feels like an eternity I’m satisfied and stop cleaning us.

Leo’s face may be red as a lobster now, but he will be thankful later for it.

With that, I drag him back to Tweek Bro Cafe. We hand over the delivery to Tweek, who gives it to his father and Mr. Tweak dumbs it into the coffee.

Yep, I’m never gonna drink that. Now I know why it’s smells so funny, it has drugs in it.

At least Tweek gets permission to play with us.

That makes now two warriors recruited.

We could hand it back now to Kupa Keep but I ask Leo if we can explore the town for a bit.

I mean, the Stick is not going anywhere.

Also, our third warrior recruit is still in detention.

We have some time.

My little brother is okay with that and we start our exploring.

Time to get familiar with my new hometown.

#southparkfanfiction #southpark #new kid sp #dovahkiin #stick of truth #SP FanFic: Codename: Dovahkiin Part 1 #douchbag #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #k2 #polyamarous

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dreamcatchers-husband · 2 years ago

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TSR Pt 3

Male Reader X Dreamcatcher Siyeon

Length: 1200+

Tags: Quckie, Creampie

Last Pt

A/N-Made this a quick one.

A couple of days and another tour stop passed and you currently found yourself in Louisville, Kentucky. The concert had just ended as you found yourself in the van, heading back to the hotel. On your shoulders, you had the resting heads of both Your girlfriend Minji and the clutz Yoohyeon.

“They really had fun today huh?”

“You can say that again. It’s only been 3 stops but we somehow get more and more energy at each one. Plus we get a bit wilder.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t gotten a call from the company yet Sua. As you said, you get wild more each stop.”

“I’m sure they are happy with the press it gives.”

“True Gahyeon, true.”

At that time you feel the van stop as the door opens. Shaking both Yoohyeon and Jiu, you wake them up as everyone begins to exit the van. Helping the two girls out, you all made it inside the hotel and began to walk inside.

“Ladies, what do you guys want for dinner?”

“I’m just gonna order room service.”

Most of the other girls nod in agreement with Sua except for Siyeon.

“Can I go eat at the restaurant connected to the hotel?”

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I can join you if you want?”

“If you are tired you don’t need to but I would love the company.”

“Nah, I'm hungry too. Ladies have a good rest then.”

Jiu then walks up to you and kisses you on the lips.

“Love you, Goodnight.”

“Night sweetie. Night ladies”

“Goodnight!”

With your farewells done, both parties go in separate directions with you and Siyeon walking into the restaurant. The two of you get quickly seated with the menus placed in front of you.

Looking over the menu, you place it down and look up seeing Siyeon made up her mind already as well.

The waitress that walked over seemed annoyed she was at work, but honestly, you can’t blame her knowing how these jobs can be from your younger years.

Ordering is quick as you both ask for the same thing, A chicken wrap and beer.

“Just one beer and no more ok?”

“Just one Oppa.”

3 beers each later.

You Weren’t drunk but tipsy and Siyeon was feeling the same. Knowing you have an early morning the next day you raise your hand and ask for the check. Once you get the bill you look at it and take out some cash and place it on the table.

Standing up from your seat, Siyeon does the same and grabs onto your arm. The walk to the elevator is silent. Standing in front of it you begin to feel Siyeons breast touch your arm. Wanting to ignore it you press the button once more, and the elevator appears.

Walking in Siyeon continues to hold onto your arm until the doors close. Once the doors close you feel yourself get pushed to the wall, as well as a pair of lips attached to your own. You didn’t even fight it as you closed your eyes and pulled Siyeon in deeper into the kiss.

A minute passes as you both pull back for some air. Siyeon then brings her mouth to your neck and proceeds to give it small kisses and bites.

The ding of the elevator gets both of your attention as you both pull back from each other and fix yourself to look presentable. Luckily no one was waiting for the elevator as you both stepped out.

Walking over to your door you pull out your room key and unlock the door and look back at Siyeon.

“You have an early schedule and we shou-“

Just like in the elevator you felt a push on your body as Siyeon entered your room with you. The sound of rapid feet lovely gets your attention as Siyeon jumps into your arms and kisses you once more. The dreamcatcher should be resting but from the looks of it, she wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon.

Falling back on your bed, Siyeon jumps off your lap and you look up at her. She hadn’t changed from her stage outfit so her top was see-through, showing you the small piece of fabric covering her breast. Aggressively, Siyeon rips off all of her clothes at a near superhuman speed. Hands quickly make it to your belt as it comes undone. As your pants come down, your manager duties come back to mind.

“Siyeon we shouldn’t today.”

“Shut up. It’s my turn for this cock.”

A sudden lick on your cock makes your whole body jolt alive. Once her lips wrapped around your cock, Siyeon knew she had you snared. Almost as if she had been starved, Siyeon begins to bob her head at a rapid speed. Most of the dreamcatcher members like to start things off slowly but Siyeon loved to just get straight to the point.

GLUK GLUK GLUK.

That’s the only thing you could hear in your room as Siyeon lowered your cock repeatedly down her throat. Grabbing some of her hair, you moved it to the side and saw the look she was giving you. She wanted you to shove your length further down.

Reaching for her head you begin to slowly push her mouth further and further down your length until she reaches as deep as possible. Holding her down you look at Siyeon as her eyes slowly begin to water. With a tap on your leg, you let go as Siyeon pulls her head back, gasping for air. With a. Few more licks on your shaft, Siyeon stands back up and jumps on your lap.

Taking your shirt off, Siyeon then lines her pussy with your length and slowly begins to lower herself. The warm feeling surrounding your cock is amazing as you fill her completely.

As before Siyeon begins to build up speed on your cock, bouncing up and down. Seeing her breasts move in tandem with your movements makes you crave her even more. Leaning forward you take her left breast into your mouth. As you give her nipple small licks you feel her pussy begin to tighten around your shaft. Once you begin to give her nipple small sucks you hear screams begin to leave your friends mouth.

“Fuck keep going! Keep fucking my pussy and make me cum.”

Moving your hand down to her folds you spread them a bit and find her clit. Rubbing it in a clockwise motion you feel her pussy begin to feel her walls tighten more and more around your cock. It must have been the alcohol as both of your leaks are arriving.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum!”

“Me too. Dump that load in my puss-“

Siyeon didn’t even finish her sentence as a rush of fluids hit your legs. As Siyeon was holding around from her orgasm, her wall began to milk you of all you have. Four shots of your load fill her pussy as you both drop flat on your bed.

Panting for air, you both begin to laugh after that great “session”.

“I’m not entirely stupid. We only had time for a quickie. Either way, you should know not to say no to me when I want to fuck.”

“Well sorry, I remember we both have jobs to do in the morning.”

“Yeah yeah. Let’s just sleep. We have to get up early.”

Pulling yourselves up to the pillows you both lay your heads on them and begin to go off to sleep.

You can only wonder what sex session you might have in the rest of this tour.

#dreamcatchersmut #siyeonsmut #kpopsmut #smut

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nobodyfamousposts · 4 years ago

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Chloe’s Lament Part 3

She didn’t know how long she spent ruminating. What drew her out of those thoughts was the sudden shouting from behind her and the exclamation of Bustier ordering Ivan to go to the Principal’s.

…wait…

Yes! Yes, this was it! This was the start of Stoneheart, the first akuma!

This was the start of the previous Ladybug’s debut!

And it would be the beginning of her own!

Chloe was almost squirming in her seat as Ivan was ordered to go to the Principal’s office. She watched eagerly as he stormed out of the room.

Soon, she reminded herself.

Soon…

So caught up in her own plans and imagining all the things she would do with the Miraculous, she didn’t even notice when class was over until everyone was leaving.

That’s right! She had to go, too! Her Miraculous awaited!

Sure, she didn’t know where it would be, but it was supposed to show up when Stoneheart appeared, right?

All the more reason to head out now to start looking!

Or she would if it weren’t for Bustier calling her before she could get out the door.

“Chloe. Do you have a minute?”

No, she didn’t! She had a Miraculous to receive and a city to adore her!

But at Bustier’s expectant look, she turned back with a sigh and walked up to her teacher’s desk. This was just a minor and temporary obstacle. Surely her Miraculous would wait! It wasn’t like there was anyone else fit for the hero role.

Her thoughts shifted to Marinette briefly before she waved them off. Certainly not!

“Did you need something?” She asked. As much of a rush as she was to get her Miraculous, Bustier was her favorite teacher and had always been on her side. The least she could do was allow her a bit of her time.

“I wanted to check in with you before school, but it seemed you had gotten here before I did.” Bustier smiled but her expression seemed tense. “I heard there had been an argument before class started?” She asked gently.

Perfect! Just the opening she needed.

Chloe fixed a hurt expression. “It was awful! Marinette was dictating the roles for the work study and she was going to make Adrien work in the kitchen!”

There! Let’s see how that wannabe responds when the school calls her out on this!

Bustier listened to her cries and nodded in sympathy, so Chloe was sure she had this set.

“What did Adrien say?”

…except for that.

“Pardon?”

“Did Adrien say he didn’t want to work the kitchen?” Bustier asked curiously.

Did he?

“Marinette didn’t give him a chance!” She argued, though truthfully she didn’t remember how he responded at the time. She had just been focusing on calling out Marinette and getting back at her for everything.

“Did you ask Adrien what he wanted?” Bustier asked.

A long pause followed.

The teacher looked at Chloe almost pityingly.

What? What was that look for?!

“I already knew!” Chloe defended. Because she did! Of course she did! She didn’t have to ask! He was her best friend! Of course she knew him better than anyone! So of course she knew what he wanted! “I was just looking out for him!”

It was just to help him! It wasn’t about herself! Wasn’t that good? Didn’t that make her the good guy here? Where was the outrage at Marinette?

“Were you looking out for him or against Marinette?”

Silence.

Bustier sighed.

“Chloe, I know it’s difficult coming back after what happened. And I know you want your feelings to be justified.”

Because they were. Chloe’s feelings were justified, but no one could possibly understand why. She was the only one who knew about the previous reality.

“—don’t know what you were doing in her locker, though I’m sure you had a reason, you know that wasn’t the right way to go about it—”

How could she even begin to explain what had happened? Of everything she had suffered while Marinette had gotten to play the hero and deny her what was rightfully hers?

“—though I’m sure it was an accident, but the things you said before and afterwards gave everyone the wrong idea—”

No. There was no point trying to explain. Even Bustier wouldn’t get it. Especially not at a time before magic was shown to be real.

“—really tried to argue on your behalf, but you were caught on camera—”

Though it seems like she at least is still on Chloe’s side. Plus there was that time she believed Marinette cheated on the test and did whatever, so clearly her trust in the girl wasn’t that great.

“—have already talked to Marinette about it and she’s willing to try to forgive—”

Plus Bustier was a bleeding heart. She never punished her for anything. Even looking the other way with some of Chloe’s plans. Getting bi-colored hair out of the way so she could be in the class photo next to her Adrikens. Her methods to win the Class Rep position. She never even made her do anything as the Rep. Surely that meant she was on her side, right?

“—but her parents are still very upset. It took a lot of effort to get them to agree to—”

Whatever this ‘probation’ was, it wasn’t like she’d be held to it.

“—advocated to keep you in my class along with her to prove you can do it. I have faith in you—”

Chloe nodded, not really listening, her mind busy formulating new plans.

It didn’t matter that Chloe was starting at a slight disadvantage. She could work around this.

“—so I hope you can understand—”

It meant that she just had to keep under the radar as Chloe.

And complete her revenge through the mask of Ladybug.

All the better.

After all, what better irony would it be than to ruin Marinette by using her own former hero persona against her?

“—what your counselor has been telling you—”

Chloe shook her head, realizing she had missed out on what Bustier was saying. And one word in particular stuck out to her.

“Counselor?”

Bustier looked surprised at Chloe’s own surprise, then worried. “Please tell me you haven’t been skipping your sessions, Chloe. Those are part of the requirements per the agreement for you to continue coming to school here.”

Chloe blinked in shock.

“What?!”

“I was able to argue for you to stay in my classes, and the administration agreed to keep you on a probationary period, but these are part of the conditions, Chloe.” Bustier explained. She sounded particularly anxious about it, causing it to really hit Chloe just how serious this was. “You need to see your counselor weekly and you need to not antagonize any of the other students, especially Marinette. Her parents were willing to accept the arrangement and not demand a hearing with the school board to have you expelled, but there is only so much the school can accommodate.”

No…no way…

How could she start off with things this bad for her already?

Wait…was this Marinette’s fault, too? Had she framed Chloe somehow?

Bustier rested a hand on Chloe’s shoulder in some attempt at reassurance.

“I want to continue to work with you, Chloe. But please…you need to at least try.” She said more than asked, but was still pleading. “Marinette has been willing to forgive, but if her parents hear anything more about you antagonizing her, this will be your last strike and they may very well demand your expulsion. Maybe even press charges.”

“Press charges?!”

But no one had ever pressed charges against her! She had never even had a detention before! And now she was facing this immediately?

“They aren’t going to!” Bustier assured her. “Believe me, no one wants that!”

Clearly Marinette did, the evil bit—

Bustier crouched, just enough to be eye level with her.

“Chloe, things aren’t over yet. We want you to have the best chance for your future. That’s why I’m working with you this year and why you have a counselor to help you with all these feelings you’re having a hard time with. And that’s why you need to take this as a new chance and do your best with it.”

Bustier looked at her hopefully.

“Do you understand?”

Yes, she understood clearly.

She understood that this world was ridiculous, UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!

This was not at all what she had wished for and she would be having words with that little kwami as soon as she got the Miraculous!

But as she couldn’t exactly explain any of that to Bustier, she simply nodded numbly and returned to her seat. There, she looked over her notebooks. And when Bustier wasn’t focusing on her, she glanced over her phone. Really, she should have done that first thing as soon as she woke up, and she regretted not doing so sooner.

What she found was…illuminating…

Chloe had gotten it completely wrong.

It wasn’t that Marinette was a threat. Or that she was abusing her power to bully Chloe. Or just doing any of the things that Chloe had assumed she would.

It was that Chloe herself was on thin ice for a history of bullying and harassment. And this time around, as a normal girl without her former clout, people were not as inclined to overlook her behavior. Especially when the girl in question being targeted was the daughter of the Mayor and also unexpectedly well regarded (not loved, because surely it had to be the position that made people hate Chloe originally, right?)

Marinette may not have been willing to demand punishment for whatever reason--probably to look good to the peons, but the school administration, being the cronies that they were, would hardly risk the liability of something happening to the child of an official under their care.

She left the class but honestly didn’t know where she was going. She was running on autopilot at this point as everything finally started to sink in about the new reality she was in. Nothing was as she expected. If anything, it was worse!

She just needed her Miraculous! Everything would be fine when—

“Chloe?”

Speak of the devil…

She had nearly bumped into the very girl her thoughts were raging against.

“Chloe?” Marinette asked. “Are you okay?”

No! No, she wasn’t! Everything was wrong and nothing was how it was supposed to be and it was all her fault!

“What do you want?” Chloe demanded sourly.

Marinette held out a hand but hesitated. She drew back but instead pressed on verbally. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. You seemed confused earlier, and—

Yeah, cutting that nonsense off right now! If she thought pretending to care would spare her once Chloe became the Ladybug hero, she had another thing coming! And there was no way she was going to let the traitor use her to try and make herself look better by acting nice.

Chloe sharply cut her off. If Marinette hadn’t pulled her own hand back, it would have been slapped away with Chloe’s motion.

“Stop faking! There’s no way a spoiled brat who is given everything by her parents would help others! You’re just as crooked as they are!” She shouted.

Because that’s what Marinette had to be! What she always must have been! Why else would she hoard all the Miraculous to herself and not give Chloe what was hers?!

Marinette looked at Chloe almost…pityingly.

That witch was looking down on her!

“I don’t know what is upsetting you, Chloe. But I’m not responsible for your problems. You can lash out for as little as it actually makes you feel better, but I don’t have to take it.”

Don’t have to—DON’T HAVE TO—!!!

Chloe pointed at her angrily. “It’s because of you that I’m having to see a counselor!”

And Marinette sighed! Sighed! Like she was the one being put upon here! Bad enough she stole Chloe’s life, but now she was trying to act like she was the wronged party, here!

“Chloe, the alternative was a restraining order and another fine. And I’m pretty sure your dad can’t keep paying them. All things considered, I think you got off lucky.”

Chloe broke off sputtering, wanting nothing more than to put the other girl in her place but having no way to do so without revealing anything.

Marinette stared her straight on, unperturbed.

“Whatever you’re facing now is a result of your own actions.”

How dare she?! Like she knows anything!

Who was she to talk?!

“Oooh!” Chloe stomped her foot before storming off.

She’d show her!

Just wait! Once she got her Miraculous, she would tear her down in every way possible and she would enjoy it! And THEN Ladybug would be sorry! She would regret ever denying Chloe!

She just needed—

From a distance, she could hear crashing and the sound of screams echoing through the school. Many people ran past her in terror. And peeking out, she caught sight of what could only be Stoneheart rampaging through the school.

“No doubt looking for what’s-his-name.” She muttered. She hadn’t really cared to know the details of that first akuma attack aside from her involvement in it.

But still, there was an akuma, just as expected! Which signaled the first appearance of the heroes!

She smirked.

This was it! That meant she should be getting her Miraculous at any time now! She just had to wait for whoever to deliver it to her!

So she waited in place, grinning with excitement the entire time.

And waited.

And…waited.

Waiting…

…

…but nobody came.

“WHAT GIVES?!”

How was she supposed to become a hero if her power-granting jewelry didn’t show up? How did Marinette get it originally anyway? She seemed close to that old guy…wasn’t he supposed to show up by now? She hasn’t seen any old guy!

“Where is it already?!”

Well, someone had to deliver it, right? Maybe they just didn’t know where she was and left it somewhere she could find…which meant she had to be the one to search.

“I can’t believe this!”

Nothing in her locker.

“What kind of service is this anyway?”

Her desk was empty.

“Is this how you treat your hero?”

With little other options, she stormed home in a huff—not like classes would happen anyway with a giant stone monster running around. She didn’t even need to bother checking, as it was what happened last time. And if the way everyone was running around was any indication, it would no doubt be the same now.

She couldn’t afford to waste anymore time. Her moment had come! And that meant her Miraculous was here!

She flung open the door to her room.

…somewhere.

“Where is it?”

Not on her desk.

“Where is it?!”

Not on or under her bed.

“Why would they make it so hard to find?!”

Really, she should be handed it on a golden platter as everyone begs her to save them! It shouldn’t be this difficult! And she shouldn’t be having to actually have to search herself!

That’s what the servants were for! Or Sabrina.

She was determined, however! Nothing would stop her, even a messy room! So she continued her search, throwing this or that aside—they weren’t a Miraculous, they didn’t matter.

She didn’t even notice that one of the items she tossed was a remove, which landed in such a way that it turned on the nearby TV.

“Maybe it’s in my closet?” She wondered.

That made sense. After all, once she got all the Miraculous, she’d be able to switch them out as easily as a pair of shoes. She would probably need to leave them in the closet when she’s not using them.

She opened the closet doors, giving a grimace at the small space and her much more limited wardrobe. It was so much smaller than her old one!

She briefly mourned the loss of the space and all of her top-brand designers as she forced herself to dig through the various clothes and accessories.

Not this.

Not that.

Ew! She wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that!

“—stone monster has been defeated!”

Chloe froze.

What?!

But she hadn’t even made her appearance yet!

Chloe spun around, nearly tripping over some shoes in her escape from the closet. All to get a closer look at the screen because clearly it was some cartoon or show or something. It was a mistake! It had to be a mistake!

But no, there was that news anchor—whatever-her-name-was. And behind her was a video of her classmate—Jim? Ryan? Whatever the rock monster had been, now back to normal—or as normal as anyone could be in THAT tacky shirt and getup!

And next to him…

A boy in black—blond but in a distinctly different getup from her Adrikens.

And a girl.

In red.

Red and black.

Ladybug!

It wasn’t the Ladybug she knew. It couldn’t be. She had just seen the now Ex-Ladybug in the halls!

The new hero’s hair was as red as her suit with a black headband—almost like a tiara. Her mask was a mix of red and black. Her suit was a black bodysuit with red accents—with her hands covered in gloves that seemed to be red and red boots that reached just above her shin. And the collar of the suit seemed to expand into a sort of dress that lengthened in the back, which when she turned appeared more like a cape that was red in color. Like a Ladybug’s shell.

And of course, the outfit was sparse with spots of differing colors, with multiple black spots on her red cape and single red dots center on her gloves and the peaks of her boots.

And looking closely—to the point she was literally pressed up against the screen, she could swear that the spots were all…in the shape of hearts, of all things? How juvenile!

But there was no mistaking it!

That was Ladybug. Maybe not the same Ladybug as before, but still the Ladybug Miraculous! It hadn’t been waiting for her like it was supposed to. It had gone to—been stolen by someone else!

They had made her tear up her room for nothing!

“—day has been saved thanks to the combined efforts of Red Queen and Cheshire! Paris’s new heroes!”

Chloe felt something crack. It may have been her TV.

Not only did this upstart steal her place as the city’s hero. And her rightful victory over the Ex-Ladybug by taking her place…

She took her title as Queen!

“How dare she?!”

Bad enough to injure her this way, but to insult her, too?!

At this point, she didn’t even know whether she was more angry with this faker or with Marinette!

She froze at that as the realization hit her…

Chloe didn’t have the Ladybug.

She wouldn’t be able to fix anything.

Her Wish had switched her with Marinette so she could make the other girl experience the burdens of her life while she could become the hero and make her suffer for her past life’s crimes.

But rather than hated, Marinette was actually well liked by their classmates and just in general. A few internet searches had pulled up Marinette using her power over others much as Chloe had in the past, so it wasn’t like they were any different! But apparently cancelling talks to make a new building for a corporate gym chain in order to keep a lame old skating rink open was good somehow! And forcing people to do backbreaking labor to plant trees on a Saturday! And that work study program at her Dad’s hotel! That was just free child labor!

The fact that Chloe had done the same thing in the previous timeline only with putting people in the suckier jobs had no bearing on this!

Chloe growled, clenching her fists and shaking at the injustice of it all.

And while Marinette was getting to live it up, meanwhile, poor Chloe herself was despised and about two steps away from a criminal record for things that weren’t even her fault! She couldn’t even enjoy the one nice thing about Marinette’s original position of becoming a hero and being popular! And any attempts to call out Marinette for her evils only made HER look like the bad guy!

Becoming Ladybug had been her only chance to fix this. She could have used it to promote herself. To tear down Marinette. Even to go back to the previous reality where she could still be Miracle Queen if nothing else! But now she didn’t even have that! Whatever stupid power in charge of this must be broken somehow!

This meant…

Marinette had won before Chloe even had a chance to do anything.

And now there was nothing Chloe could do about it.

She didn’t have the Ladybug. She was going to need a new TV. She didn’t have any of her previous life’s accommodations or riches to replace them. Nobody liked her. Her Daddykins had no influence to help her. Her Mother was still in New York.

There was only one thing she could count on, she realized as she picked up a picture frame.

“At least I always have you.”

The picture of Adrien stared back at her, flat and unblinking.

________________

Once upon a timeline, son of a fashion mogul, Adrien Agreste, was a popular model who was sad and cut off from the world, being isolated except for his only friend: daughter of the Mayor and the Style Queen, Chloe Bourgeois.

But someone didn’t like that story, so they changed it.

So once upon a timeline, son of a fashion mogul, Adrien Agreste, who only sometimes took part in his fathers business had two friends: daughter of the Mayor, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and daughter of the Style Queen, Chloe Bourgeois.

He was sad and cut off from the world for a time, true. But the current Mayor was a big believer of children having normal healthy childhoods and was not as inclined to ignore child labor laws. And her daughter, while happy to be his friend, was similarly a big believer of healthy childhoods and not as inclined to be Adrien’s only friend.

Being on good terms with the family, Sabine and Tom convinced Gabriel and Emilie to cut down on the modeling and activities for their son to let him go to school and spend time around kids his age. And being on good terms with Adrien himself, Marinette convinced him to interact with his various classmates and introduced him to a number of peers.

What followed was the beginning of beautiful—if not headache-inducing friendships.

A couple of years made all the difference. So much so that by the time that particularly Miraculous school year started, Adrien had already been going to school for a good couple of years. Long enough to become settled, join clubs, and make his own friends. Ones outside of Marinette and Chloe and their social circles.

Adrien Agreste was popular. Not the kind of popularity that comes with hundreds of fans chasing him down the street, thankfully, which he would certainly appreciate if he knew about. But rather, his popularity was the general school variety that came with a guy who was good looking and kind to everyone.

Adrien was, to put it simply, quite happy. And not at all alone.

He would play sports with Kim and Alix. Study with Max and Sabrina. Geek out over books and anime with Marc and Jean. Play games with Max and Nino. Blabber on about heroes and comics with Nathaniel and Mirelle.

And of course, there was Marinette.

Adrien would be lying if he said he never had…some feelings for Marinette.

She was the one who had helped to convince his father to let him join public school three years ago. While it may have been possible for the man to argue with an hour long presentation complete with a fifty slide PowerPoint explaining why public school was beneficial for children including statistics and psychological studies, it was substantially more difficult for him to argue with the girl’s mother when she was both the Mayor and a close enough family friend. It couldn’t be sure which of the two had been the final push that had convinced Emilie, but once she was on board, Gabriel couldn’t help but cave soon after.

Either way, Adrien was grateful to his friend.

…and a bit smitten. Not that he could tell her that. Especially the way she would stick her tongue out when she was so focused on a drawing. Or how beautiful she looked when she took charge of a project. Or how cute she was the way she would get annoyed when she’d catch him wearing the worst possible combination from his closet, which was made all the better partly because it made his Father look ready to have a coronary as well. Plus it helped that she’d drag him to her house at the first opportunity to salvage his outfit into something bearable. He didn’t have to, but he let her every time.

She was adorable like that. And at least he wasn’t alone since it seemed many of his other friends had admitted a crush on her at some point that never went anywhere. He doubted he’d be different.

After all, he was admittedly a sucker for the childhood friend to lovers trope in anime—which made him all the more bummed that they hardly ever worked out.

And since he was apparently the equivalent of an anime protagonist now if his new little companion was any indication…

He looked down at his bag, where his new little friend smirked up at him.

…yeah, he didn’t want to risk it.

Especially given some of the things the little cat-god had told him.

“What do you mean we’ve done this before?” Adrien asked, rather confused to say the least.

“Yeah, it didn’t work out last time.” The creature—Plagg, replied. Though not actually answering his question in any way.

He looked up at Adrien with a smirk.

“But things will be different this go around. We’ve made sure of it.” He then turned away, muttering darkly something Adrien couldn’t hear about some “brat” and a “surprise”.

“O…kay?” He didn’t get it, but okay?

Plagg shook his head before turning back and floating up to eye level with him. “Just change up your suit, ditch the bell, and don’t call yourself Chat Noir and things will be fine.” It told him.

“But why?” Admittedly, his first thought had been “Wild Pussycat” due to his current favorite fandom, but Chat Noir actually sounded really cool.

“Trust me, kid. It’ll help.”

And apparently it had, since he’d met his partner and they’d defeated that monster easily enough.

Plus Adrien did rather like the Wonderland theme they agreed on.

He had been excited about the adventure—what teenage boy wouldn’t be? Still, it was a relief to return to the school the next day and find everyone safe and sound.

Mostly.

Ivan admittedly wasn’t having the best time, unfortunately. He was being crowded by everyone and questioned about the incident by the time Adrien had arrived. Everyone was clearly worried and no one knew for sure what had happened. Marinette in particular was being supportive.

Chloe was…not.

“—monster!”

“He’s not a monster!” Marinette countered defensively. “He doesn’t even remember what happened!”

“He could just be saying that!” Chloe yelled, pointing at Ivan. “Once a monster, always a monster!”

“Hey, back off, Chloe.” Alya said, stepping in front of her. “It’d not like Ivan asked to become a stone golem, and besides, any damage was erased and he’s back to normal.”

Adrien sighed. He was going to have to play mediator again, wasn’t he?

“Hey, Chloe?” He asked benignly, stepping up to her. “If you’re worried he’ll transform again, maybe upsetting him isn’t a good idea? We don’t know what caused it or if it was a one time thing.”

Actually, he did know. But given what Plagg had told him about how the akumas worked, he didn’t want to risk Ivan getting reakumatized. And he couldn’t very well come out and say any of that until this Hawk Moth guy revealed himself and the city as a whole had a better idea how his powers worked.

“Of course, it—” She suddenly cut off, as if realizing something. “Whatever!”

With that, she turned and stomped off.

What was her deal?

Still, everyone else was uncertain of what else to do and with class about to start, several other classmates chose to leave as well. Soon, the previously larger crowd had only a couple people left. Adrien, for his part, figured he should step back and give Ivan some space.

Marinette took advantage of the opportunity the lack of crowd gave to push Kim forward. The taller boy began nervously apologizing while Marinette sat by Ivan as support.

Adrien sighed in relief as he walked away.

Marinette was a wonderful friend.

Chloe, on the other hand…

___________________

Speaking of Chloe, the girl in question had realized a few minutes after she had stormed off that in her anger, she hadn’t kept track of where she was going and had apparently gone the complete opposite direction of her next class.

Seriously! She knew more than anyone! They should be flocking to her for answers and instead, everyone was focusing on Kim! Or what’s his-name! Rocker boy! Sure, he was only going to be the first of many akumas, but nobody else knew that! She thought she could use that to boost her status by confronting the “threat”!

Last time, she had led the crowd by calling him out for what he had done. Yet much like many things, that had gone wrong this time as well! Instead of rallying behind her against the clear threat only she knew about, most of the people were giving her the side-eye. And of course Marinette freaking Chang had to be the one to act against her!

Really! She was the victim here and nobody even knew it! Thanks to that new Red Queen stealing her rightful place, Chloe had lost everything! And she couldn’t even TELL anyone! Now what was she supposed to do?

She growled, smacking a wall with her fist.

And now she would have to walk all the way back! And she couldn’t just skip classes for the day to make them suffer without her presence for siding against her; the school wouldn’t allow it. Which meant she would have to face everyone again. And walk in these old shoes that were murder on her poor feet!

Oh, the life of suffering she lived!

She trudged back through the hallway the way she came, taking a slightly different route—just in case the others were still where she left them. She didn’t want it to seem like she was intentionally coming back or anything. That would just be letting them think they were right.

“That was something earlier, huh?”

“Yeah. Poor Ivan.”

She paused. Up ahead was a connecting hallway that led to another path to her classroom. And she could hear voices from around the corner.

One of them was Adrikens!

She almost felt herself floating forward, her feet no longer in pain and her shoes no longer a trouble to her. Adrikens always made things better! And surely he of all people would understand her misery!

She peaked. Sure enough, there he was. Her precious friend! The only one she could count on!

But she didn’t recognize the other boy with him. It wasn’t Nino. She couldn’t not know if it was him due to how his name was engraved upon her psyche with how much Adrikens would talk about him.

The other boy grumbled, though Chloe barely took notice of what he had to say. Not until he started talking about her.

“I can’t believe Chloe. Well, I can, because that’s nothing new for her. What a…”

Gasp! How rude! Who did he think he was? He was luck he cut off or she would have had his parents’ jobs!

She winced, remembering that she couldn’t do that anymore.

…well, she’d cause him some repercussions, anyway.

But unaware of her, he kept going, turning to Adrien.

“Dude, why do you even put up with her?” The loser asked.

How rude! She wasn’t someone he had to ‘put up with’, she was a joy to be around! Of course her Adrikens adored her! And he would no doubt admonish that low class nobody for talking about her in such a way!

‘Because I’m his best friend,’ Chloe thought smugly.

Of course Adrien would be on her side.

Because she was his best friend.

Because they were each other’s only friends for years.

Because they’re the only ones who understand each other.

Because even if everything else changed, that was one thing that would remain true.

He would never abandon her.

Chloe Bourgeois and Adrien Agreste—them against the world!

“Honestly, I don’t even know anymore.”

She froze.

"I mean, we used to be friends, but that was more because her parents were friends with mine. Right now her Mom is my Dad's business associate and I kind of have to be nice to her or she could complain or something."

"Oh yeah. She did threaten to run to 'Daddy' earlier. Stands to reason she'd use 'Mommy' the same. But do you really think her Mom would care that much?"

"I don't want to risk it. Being in school the past three years has been like a dream. The last thing I want is to lose it all because Chloe threw a tantrum."

He sighed.

“Besides, I do feel bad for her. I mean…she’s alienated pretty much everyone she’s ever been in a class with and I’m the only one who will even talk to her.”

“The only one who can, you mean.” The other said snarkily. “She insults anyone else who even looks at her.”

He shook his head. “She doesn’t have any friends. And it’s just…sad.”

“Dude, that’s not your fault.”

“I know that now. She was always a...” He hesitated for a moment before spitting it out, “well...a brat. I’m honestly not sure I ever liked her. I just hung out with her at the time because she was the first kid my age to interact with and I was told to. Back then, I thought that was enough to make us friends. That that was what friendship was supposed to be.”

“Thank God for Mari and her mom.”

“Tell me about it!”

His words were like a blade piercing her heart from behind.

One after another, they stabbed her.

And he—her only friend, completely unaware, he just kept going.

“When we were kids, neither of us knew better. But while I grew up, she…didn’t.”

That…that wasn’t right!

None of that was right!

Adrien sighed. “And I really wish she would.”

Chloe didn’t even realize she had lost all feeling in her legs until she had slumped to the ground.

He…

He really thought that?

About her?

“I try to step in and help her when I can. Partly because I feel obligated to since we were close once, but mostly because I know she would just make things worse if I didn’t. I mean, you know what she did with Mari when she got mad. But honestly…I’m really tired of it. Of having to pacify her, the way she grabs me, her stupid ‘Adrikens’ nickname, and just…dealing with her. All of it.”

He sighed again.

“But who knows how much worse she’d be otherwise?”

“Dude, you’re not some sacrificial lamb here.” The other boy assured him. “And besides, you heard, didn’t you? Chloe’s been reprimanded and she’s only still in school on a trial period. If she does anything and people complain, she’ll be out of here and you won’t have to deal with her anymore.”

A weak chuckle. Her Adrikens—Adrien actually laughed at that.

“I’d feel bad if I said I was looking forward to it.”

The other boy laughed at that. “Y’know, I had a dream last night where she announced she was leaving Paris.”

“Sounds like a good dream.” Adrien replied, not even missing a beat.

“I know! I almost didn’t want to wake up!”

The two left, with Adrien just…continuing to chat and laugh and joke like they were best friends and like they weren’t making fun of Chloe who was supposed to be his best friend whose side he was supposed to be on no matter what…

But…

Where was he just then? Where was his defense of her? Where was his declaration that he was still her friend no matter what? Where was his insistence that she wasn’t as bad as people think? Where was his lecture of that boy for speaking ill of her? Where was his disappointment of the others for being mean and wanting her gone? Where was his promise?

...Where was her Adrien?

That was what finally broke through.

Chloe sobbed.

It wasn’t just Adrien. That was simply the last straw.

Marinette had Chloe’s life and was apparently happier than she ever was in the previous life—happier than Chloe had been even! Someone else was the Ladybug hero and had taken her title as ‘Queen’. She didn’t have a Miraculous. She didn’t have Pollen. Her Father wasn’t the Mayor. Her Mother was still in New York. And everything was…

Everything that had made Chloe Bourgeois who she was was gone.

What was she, after all?

Chloe Bourgeois was rich.

She was the Daughter of the Mayor.

She was the Princess of Paris.

Without that…who was she?

Who was this new Chloe Bourgeois she had become?

She wasn’t feared. She wasn’t respected. She wasn't in any way liked. She was an annoyance at best. An irritant. A bug to them. Someone to be avoided.

And in Adrien’s case…pitied.

That, more than anything, was what hurt the most.

Adrien didn’t love her. He didn’t even like her.

And maybe…

“…I hate you, Chloe.”

…he never had.

…

“You’re the sort of person who is never satisfied with anything.”

…did he ever care about her at all?

“Whatever you do. Whatever world you create. My feelings won’t change.”

Had he…been trying to warn her?

“It won’t be real, Chloe. Whatever we had…whatever you would call it is already gone.”

She slowly pulled herself up. She wasn’t quite sure where she was going at this point, but she didn’t want to be there anymore. She was deaf to everything but the pounding of her own heart and the memory of Adrien’s words.

“Chloe, you don’t know what friends are!”

…

“And I didn’t know better before because I only ever had you. But since I’ve started school, I’ve learned what friendship is!”

…

“I wish I had learned it sooner.”

Well…it looked like he had gotten his wish. Seeing him now, surrounded by people in a way he had never been before. Not even just Nino this time, but others from other classes.

He looked happy.

…had he ever looked that happy when he was with her?

She bit her lip.

That liar.

He…he was a traitor!

Just like Ladybug!

Just like all of them!

She looked up to the sound of cheers.

From the angle she was at, she could see her classmates gathered close to the doorway of the classroom. Apparently rocker boy and rainbow-haired girl were together now? Oh yeah, that had happened around this time like time, hadn’t it? Wasn’t he supposed to have been akumatized a second time first, though?

It didn’t seem to matter. They were holding hands. And the others were going on about how great it was. And Adrien was congratulating them just as much as everyone else. And they were all just so damn happy.

And there was Marinette, in the middle of it all. Smiling.

And not once did she even look at her.

Chloe could only watch on as they ignored her. As Marinette brushed her off like it didn’t matter while she got to carry on with what had been Chloe’s life. Still kind. Still friendly. Still popular. And somehow even more despicably perfect than before now that she had taken Chloe’s place.

All that…having everything that made Chloe who she was, and somehow, she was still so…disgustingly happy.

Not despised. Not unloved. Not a hateful, selfish person. Not…anything like Chloe.

“Marinette is a better Ladybug—a better person than you ever will be. And that’s because she chooses to be kind! Regardless of the circumstances!”

…

“Even if your positions were switched, that wouldn’t change.”

It…

It wasn’t fair.

IT WASN’T FAIR!

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The Universe is a director. It doesn’t alter the script, merely the parts. When someone demands a different role, the most it will do is swap people around to put them in places that best fulfill the demand. And if the ones who saw fit to make demands didn’t like their new roles...well...

The Universe didn’t particularly like critics.

So the critic wanted the baker girl’s life? That was fine.

After all, the critic’s father had two roles.

One for two. Two in one.

Why not split the difference and see what comes of it?

At least, that was what it figured. And it turned out pretty well in its not so humble opinion.

The city had a steadfast leader. The hotel had a caring manager. The bakery had a decent owner. The heroes were both the same and different. The sad male lead would get to display greater range. The former hero got to take a break after carrying the entire production previously. And the invisible actor would get a chance to step out of a shadow and finally shine.

And if the little critic didn’t like it, maybe she shouldn’t have complained?

Some people just didn’t appreciate what they were given.

The Universe nodded to itself and turned its attention to the new heroic duo, curious as to what would come of this new dynamic.

It was getting bored of the old love square anyway...

#chloe's lament #chloe salt #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #plagg #kwami swap #sabrina raincomprix #sabrina deserves better #marinette gets a break #chloe has a hard time #Be Careful What You Wish For #chloe is not careful #chloe is a horrible person #miracle queen

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I‘d love to see you write an angsty fanfic with Natasha x reader (male or female is up to you) with a bad ending of your choice.

No pressure of course ✨

as requested Violet!! I hope it's okay<3

How could you do this to me?

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha hasn’t been around recently and Y/N’s been really missing her company, but that changes when some CCTV footage is discovered.

Warnings: Cheating, swearing.

Word Count: 3.6k

there was an attempted proof read, but sorry in advance if i've missed anything!!

message/ask to be added to the taglist<3

Requests are open!

You weren’t surprised when you woke up to an empty bed once again, the space beside you missing a red-head assassin. You’d grown used to the sight of bedsheets spread lazily on your side of the bed, almost completely thrown off of the edge. It wasn’t unusual, however, the feeling of disappointment that lingered in your chest every morning never eased with time.

‘I’m just off to train, baby.’

‘I need to go and see Fury about this next mission, you go back to sleep’

‘I forgot to debrief the team last night, so we need to have a meeting this morning instead.’

‘Off to get some breakfast, my love. I’ll save you some eggs.’

Those were the typical reasons you received whenever you questioned where she was going in such a hurry in the mornings. You knew she was busy, of course you did. But, you missed the mornings when she’d pull you back into her chest, refusing to let you leave until you gave her a few kisses, which never ended up just being kisses, but you always gave in either way.

Now that you think of it, you can’t remember the last time she held you. Not properly. She used to hold you in a death grip, so tight that you could almost feel her heartbeat in your own chest. Nowadays, you were lucky to get more than a few taps on the back, it felt like you were being congratulated for something.

You’d always brushed it off, thinking that you must’ve been selfish for wanting so much of her attention, you had to be more understanding of how demanding her job is. It wasn’t like you never tried, you did, everyday. It would just be nice to feel her love for you a little more, even if it was just a quick peck before she left in the mornings.

“Hey Wan’, Hey Vis” You smiled at the pair as they stood at the kitchen counter, cracking eggs and buttering some toast. They loved cooking together, Wanda always told you how cute it was when Vision was trying to learn, especially after his fiasco with the Paprika.

“Hi Y/N, want something to eat?” Wanda handed you some toast, which you took gratefully, slowly munching on it.

Vision looked up as though to engage in conversation, when he then looked around in confusion. “Where’s Ms. Romanoff?”. You shrugged.

“I’m not sure, I think she’s training, I’ve not heard from her yet.”

You were looking at Vision, but it was near impossible to miss the sympathetic look Wanda was giving you. She knew about how you’d been feeling with Natasha not being around so much, she had tried to help, to hint to Nat that you’d been feeling a bit neglected for a while now, but she hadn’t gotten very far.

“Nat, nat, I just think that maybe you should spend a little more time with Y/N” It was obvious the assassin wasn’t listening to her, shrugging it off and trying to walk past the witch, only to have a hand pressed on her chest to push her backwards.

“Wanda, I need to go, I'm running late.”

“you’re always running somewhere. I'm sure Fury, or Tony or whoever you’re in such a rush to see, can wait. You haven’t seen your girlfriend in forever.”

“I saw her last night.”

“Crawling into bed in the early hours of the morning and sleeping next to her, isn’t seeing her, Nat.”

Her words fell on deaf ears as she watched her friend turn around and walk the other way. She could’ve used her powers to stop her, she didn’t see a point though. She wasn’t listening, and she couldn’t force her to.

“It's fine though, honestly! I can hang out with you guys today if you’re not busy?”

the couple shared a look of awkwardness before looking back towards you.

“Actually, we were going to go into town and do some sightseeing. You’re welcome to join us though!” She smiled, not wanting you to be alone, which you were grateful for, but you couldn’t intrude.

“No no, don’t worry! I think I've got something Tony wanted me to check out in the Lab, now that I think about it.” You didn’t. “You guys have fun though! take pictures!” You winked, knowing full well that your best friend didn’t believe you, she hesitated before nodding her head in agreement and beginning to walk off with Vision in tow.

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An hour or so went by, you still hadn’t seen Natasha at all, or anyone, really. They all seemed to have disappeared to do their own thing, leaving you to find yours. So, you found yourself wandering into your lab, where you found Tony observing the screens with an endless amount of data changing every couple of seconds. You never really understood how he made sense of it all so quickly, but you’d always been intrigued nonetheless.

He must’ve sensed someone was there, as he broke away from his train of thought and glanced over towards you, fully acknowledging how your shoulders were slumped and your eyes lacked your usual sparkle. Tony alway had a soft spot for you, he’d known you for years, taking on a role similar to a father’s. Seeing you look so defeated recently, it’d hurt him a little more than he cared to admit.

Gesturing for you to come in with a gentle smile before moving and adjusting various chunks of metal on the table in the centre of the lab.

“Ah ah!” He tapped the bridge of his nose

“You can’t be serious! Tony I-”

“Nope”

“I’m a grown woman!” You laughed in disbelief at his

“Yes, you are, and I do not plan on taking said grown woman to medical because she got a shot of electricity through her eyeball. Put them on.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a pair of the obnoxiously large lab goggles and put them over your face. He really took being a ‘father figure’ too seriously sometimes. With your goggles on, you took yourself over to where he stood, hoping to help him out somehow and keep yourself occupied.

You watched him move around blueprints on the screen above. “So, whatcha working on?”

“Well, remember that last mission we went on? How that ended?”

“Well, considering I had to get bullets removed for the last two hours, I’d say I remember pretty well.”

His face cringed slightly “Yeah, that’s the one. I’m basically just trying to layer the suits more, but keep the weight to a minimum so that there’s more protection, but the speed and mobility is almost, if not, the same.” He pondered, mind wandering off again to try and figure out how he could make this work.

Suddenly springing to action, he started assembling some pieces together, chucking some aside and reaching for different tools he required.

Looking towards you, he tilted his head “Can you pass me the-”

His sentence was interrupted. “Hey Tony, hey-” Banner. You didn’t mind Bruce, he was always quite quiet and polite most of the time, a little awkward, but, when you have a literal Hulk inside of you, it’s probably the least of your concerns.

You waved at the Avenger. “Hi Bruce” You gave him a friendly smile, for it to be returned with an awkward gaze, which he tried to quickly shove off.

“Yeah, uh, hi, Y/N. W-what brings you here?”

“Oh, no particular reason, I wanted something to do so I thought I'd come down, just pay a visit.” He nodded, acknowledging your words but appearing a little on edge, almost.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked “You look a little pale?”

“Yeah, yeah n-no I'm fine, just a-a bit tired.” He stuttered before suddenly directing his attention towards the man standing beside you. “How’s it coming along, Ton’?”

“Not bad, I have a wonderful assistant to help me out.” he nudged you playfully.

“Haha, yeah. She’s great. Anyways, you seem to have a good hold on things, so, I’ll leave you to it and come back later.”

Neither of you had managed to get a word out before Banner had walked out and was already out of sight. You turned to face Tony again.

“Was that- did you find that weird at all?”

“I find most of the people in this compound weird.”

It was a serious question, but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the millionaire’s response.

“I do pride myself on it.”

“As you should. You’re the weirdest one.”

“Hey!” You slapped his arm. “Rude!”

“I’m kidding! Now, pass me that screwdriver, goggles.”

Chuckling, you threw him the screwdriver and zoned out thinking about Bruce’s weird behaviour. While Tony was right, the majority of us are weird. You couldn’t stop thinking about how unusual it was, even for him. You put it to the back of your mind though, focusing back on what the man beside you was working on. You’re sure it’s fine.

________________________

You thought you were going crazy. First you had Nat, who was disappearing every chance she got, Then you had Bruce who couldn’t look you in the eye and when you finally believed it couldn’t get any weirder, you picked up on some strange vibes from Steve.

“Oh finally! I was beginning to think no one else actually lives here.” You approached Steve who seemed to be walking and talking with Bruce, both taking a step back when they looked towards you.

“Hey Y/N, we were just-”

“We were just about to go and have a shower. Training.” Steve cut in, earning himself a glare and a shake of the head from the scientist beside him, subtle, so you hadn’t noticed, otherwise you would’ve questioned it.

“Oh? You were training too, Bruce?”

“Well, I-” He glanced at Steve. “Yeah. Yeah, I, uh, wanted to get some combat down, just in case I needed it.”

“Considering our last mission, I think we all should.” the super soldier quickly added, sending you an enthusiastic smile, which you had returned. You went to speak again, possibly inquiring as to whether or not they knew where your girlfriend was, but you hadn't had the chance as the pair of them quickly rushed off, muttering something about catching you later, leaving you on your own, once again.

What the hell was going on?

_____________________

Feeling defeated, you trudged your way into your bedroom, just wanting to shower, get into bed and sleep, and hope for some form of normality.

What you hadn’t expected, was to walk in and see the back of a familiar figure sporting the black suit she practically lived in, tying her hair into a low bun and beginning to change into some more comfortable clothes.

You were dating, so it wasn’t new to see Nat changing, but you still thought it would be decent to make her aware of your presence. The small “ahem” was enough to make her spin round and flash you a smile, her pearly white teeth on show.

“Hi babe, i’m just changing for bed. You okay?”

The words felt so unfamiliar to you, having not heard them in what felt like forever. Still, you decided to humour it.

“Yeah, yeah I'm okay. A bit of a weird day is all.”

She laughed, returning to laying out her clothes. “Well, we are surrounded by some weird people.”

“That’s what Tony said.”

There was an atmosphere in the air that you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It had always felt comfortable with Natasha, you would describe her company as being like a safety blanket, enveloping you with warmth and a sense of security. This felt different. It didn’t feel familiar anymore, it was like you were face to face with a stranger and the more you looked at her, the more it upset you.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Natasha put her palms on your cheeks, bringing your Y/E/C eyes to meet her emerald ones in the process. You hadn’t realised that tears had fallen until the pad of her thumbs gently brushed them away.

“I just, it sounds so stupid.”

“Tell me.”

You let out a sigh, eyes beginning to dart around the room. “It just feels like I’ve never seen you, I don’t remember the last time we’ve spoken and it’s, it’s been lonely.” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your response, lips falling into a frown, but you were quick to speak again.

“It hasn’t just been you though, I understand that work gets in the way, but, it felt like some members of the team were acting differently around me.”

“Really? Like who?”

“Well, I mean, Bruce could barely bring himself to say anything more than a sentence to me and I tried to speak to Steve just before I came here and he rushed off like his life depended on it. I don’t know, maybe I’m just being a bit paranoid.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Detka, I wouldn’t worry about it.” She whispered, hands pulling you forward with ease to bring your lips together. You smiled at the contact, you’d missed it.

You were so caught up in it, that you hadn’t noticed you were the only one smiling.

It wasn’t long before the both of you were interrupted by an electronic voice in the room.

“Miss Romanoff, Miss Y/L/N.” It was F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Mr Stark is asking for you both in the conference room.”

“Alright, thanks F.R.I.D.A.Y., we’re on our way.” Your girlfriend replied, rushing away from the kiss and leading you to the door.

Why was everyone in such a rush today?

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“So, I was messing around with some things in the lab, and I think I've found a solution to our suit issue. It’s still a work in progress because I'll need to tweak some things and then tailor them blah blah blah, but I thought I'd show you guys the latest. JARVIS?”

“Bringing up footage 182.”

While you waited for the video to be up and running, you took note of everyone sitting around you. For the most part, they looked tired, though you don’t blame them, it was pretty late.

Shuffling to your left, you held Natasha’s hand in yours, sending her a loving gaze before resting your head on her shoulder, just content that she was close by. She sat a little straighter at the action, careful not to push you off of her, but not entirely relaxing either.

The large tv screen lit up, a view from the corner of the lab came into sight where you could see Tony installing different wires and pieces of loose metal into the suit, watching it light up as he did so. He was in the middle of explaining what he was doing as the recording went on, when the screen suddenly turned to static, black and white lines taking over the screen.

“JARVIS?”

“Minor technical issue, working on it, Mr Stark.”

You caught Wanda’s eye across the table, a playful smirk plastered onto her face at the mishap, watching the billionaire get stressed over a television. You couldn’t help but laugh at the words flying from his mouth as he started hitting the remote, as if he was someone who didn’t understand technology.

It wasn’t long before an image appeared back on the screen, however, this wasn’t the same recording. This is from the gym. It focused on one of the square mats in the middle of the room where two people were sparring. One of which, you immediately recognised as Natasha.

The other person definitely wasn’t a girl, their hair was short and muscles so big you were worried that one slice would be the end. It zoomed in a little, and from the blonde hair and dark blue outfit, you pieced together who it was.

“Oooh, Black Widow and the SuperSoldier, one vs one. Now this should be interesting.” A previously tired looking Sam clapped his hands and leaned forward, now fully invested in the scene in front of him.

You turned to Nat, who now looked a little paler than she did before.

“You look like you’ve just seen a ghost, don’t tell me, you lost this spar?” You joked, expecting her to join in and tease you back. Instead, her face displayed an emotion you weren’t entirely sure of.

Before you could question it, you noticed the room fall silent. Not even a breath could be heard in the room. Your head turned slowly, meeting a mixture of shocked and sympathetic faces. And that was when you saw it.

Nat had kissed Steve, and he didn’t stop her.

If you weren't aware of your heartbeat before, you couldn’t be now, for it felt like it had completely stopped. Your jaw fell as your eyes filled with tears, only worsening the longer you saw the two of them on the screen. It was only turned off when a third person walked into view, not needing to ponder on who it could be, you immediately faced guilty stares. Three of them.

“You- you kissed-” You stuttered, incapable of forming a sentence towards your teammate. “And, you knew?” Your voice broke, tears now beginning to find their way down your cheeks for the second time as Bruce couldn’t bring himself to answer you.

You swiftly rose out of your seat, attempting to keep yourself composed until you could be alone.

“Baby-” Natasha murmured, trying to take hold of your hand, which you snatched back before she could lay a finger on it.

“Don’t.”

“Please-”

“Leave me alone.” You spat, speed walking out of what now felt like an overcrowded room.

You didn’t hear it, you’d left too early, but if you had stayed, you would’ve heard the team give Nat and Steve the scolding of their lives, mainly from Wanda and Tony, telling them how disappointed they were in them both. How they’d be lucky if you were to forgive them for what they did.

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You don’t know how long you’d been sitting on your shared bed for. It could’ve been an hour, it could’ve been a couple of minutes. All you knew, was that you couldn’t stay in this room much longer, looking at the picture frames and the shared wardrobe, it just felt painful.

So, you walked over to your wardrobe and gathered every item of your clothing into your arms, lacking any care for if there were hangers or labels in the way, and chucked them on the bed and started to chuck it all into a suitcase intended for holidays but, you don’t see that happening anytime soon.

The sound of sniffles and rustling was all you could hear in the room, so much so that it was suffocating, and it didn’t help when you heard the door creak open.

“What are you doing?” A voice squeaked. Natasha stood beside the door, fidgeting with her fingers as she anxiously bounced from one foot to the other. You didn’t even bother to look up in her direction, focusing solely on getting out of there as soon as you could.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened, I didn’t mean it.” You scoffed at her attempt at an explanation. “I love you.”

That’s what made you whip your head to see her red and puffy eyes, if this was any other situation, you would’ve rushed over and engulfed her in a hug, tell her that everything would be okay and you’re there for her. Now? All you felt was anger.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have kissed him.”

“I didn’t know-”

You stood up straight, almost laughing at her choice of words. “You didn’t know? Bullshit. I’m pretty fucking sure everyone is aware when they kiss someone. Did you know when you were kissing me then? Or did you not know that either?”

“I wasn’t thinking.”

“I don’t think I care.”

She tries to step closer to you, only for you to take one back, holding your hand out, indicating for her to stop.

“No. no, you know what Nat, you don’t get to do this. You don’t get to treat me like a stranger for weeks, like I'm sharing a bed with someone I don’t know, for you to then kiss someone else and expect me to forgive you. You have no idea how I've felt these past weeks, blaming myself and thinking I was selfish for wanting your time. It’s funny, really.”

She looked away from you, regret taking over her features, both of you now having tear stains covering your rosy red cheeks.

You broke the silence once again. “Was that the first time?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Y/N-” She pleaded

“Answer the question, Natasha.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

Silence returned to the four walls.

“Get out.”

“No, no, we-” She stepped forward, only to halt herself when she realised what she was doing.

“There is no ‘we’. We’re done. I’ll have my stuff moved back into my room by tonight, though I'm sure it won’t make much of a difference to you.”

“I’m really sorry.”

“Whatever.”

She walked out of the room, hesitating slightly, wondering if it’s worth staying and trying to figure out whatever this is. She shook her head to herself, knowing she’d fucked up. There wasn’t a fight anymore. It was done.

Collapsing on the bed, the feeling washed over you again as the finality of it all set in. You didn’t stop though. You packed your clothes, your perfumes, all of your loose hair ties and left the room with only one thought on your mind.

Natasha won’t even notice the difference.

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