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Love In Print│Bang Chan

Chapter Eight: I Work And Lurk SS: 10 (ignore time stamps and dates) Word Count: 2.3 K Content Warnings: violent daydream of murder

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Ayame stands barefoot in her bedroom, the lace of her black bra visible beneath the undone buttons of her crimson blouse. She zips up her miniskirt with one hand, the other holding two pairs of earrings. A battle between hoops and studs waging in her mind. The half-unrolled curlers in her hair give her a look that's equal parts glamorous and chaotic.

The knock at her door interrupts her internal fashion debate. She exhales sharply, dropping the earrings onto her vanity and heading toward the sound.

She pulls the door open to find a delivery guy standing there, clutching a bouquet of extravagant red roses that look like they belong in a Valentine's Day ad. His eyes widen as they drift down from her face to the teasing hint of lace beneath her blouse, and his ears flush crimson. He coughs awkwardly, holding out the bouquet as though it's a shield.

"Uh... Lim Ayame?" he stammers, his voice cracking like a teenager's.

"That's me," Ayame replies, raising an eyebrow. She takes the flowers from him, her unimpressed expression clearly missed by the poor guy, whose gaze nervously flickers back to her collarbone.

"Have a great day!" he blurts, spinning on his heel and all but sprinting down the hallway.

Ayame snorts, shutting the door with her hip. "Men," she mutters, heading to the kitchen. She sets the bouquet on the counter, grabbing a vase from under the sink and filling it with water. As she arranges the roses, the bright red blooms almost obnoxiously vibrant against her muted countertops, her eyes catch on a small card tucked between the stems.

Pulling it out, she reads the note: You're always beautiful.

Her brow furrows. She stares at the words for a beat too long, lips pressing into a thin line before shaking her head and setting the card down with an exaggerated scoff. "Romance," she mutters sarcastically, turning back toward her room.

In the living room, chaos is beginning to stir. Hyunjin sits perched on the arm of the couch, his hair dishevelled but still somehow model-worthy, while Seungmin is sprawled out on the floor, blanket tangled around his legs as he scrolls through his phone. The unmistakable sound of Minho's snores rumbles from Ayame's bedroom, loud enough to make the walls vibrate.

"Who was at the door?" Hyunjin asks, his voice scratchy from sleep as he stretches, looking like an overgrown housecat.

"Flowers," Ayame calls back from her room. She pulls the curlers from her hair, brushing the soft waves into place and swiping on her signature red lipstick. "Probably from Seonghwa."

Seungmin snorts, setting his phone down. "Poor guy. You don't even like him."

"I could learn to," Ayame says as she tosses her lipstick into her bag and grabs her hoops. The jewellery clinks softly as she fastens them.

Hyunjin leans forward, smirking. "Aya, Seonghwa's boring. Predictable. You don't need boring. You need fireworks. Chaos. Someone who makes you scream." The snore from her bedroom crescendos into an epic snort that startles everyone into silence. Hyunjin winces. "Speaking of screaming, Minho sounds like a dying animal."

"He'll wake himself up," Ayame mutters, grabbing her bag.

As if on cue, the bedroom door creaks open, and Minho stumbles out like a zombie, his hair sticking up in every possible direction. He squints at the light, muttering curses under his breath as he makes a beeline for the coffee pot.

Seungmin raises an eyebrow, sipping from his already full mug. "So, will there be a second date with Seonghwa?"

"Maybe," Ayame says noncommittally as she shrugs on her coat.

Seungmin squints at her, clearly unconvinced. "What even happened last night? You and Minho disappeared into your room forever."

"Nothing," Ayame says quickly, the pitch of her voice just slightly too high to sound convincing. "Absolutely nothing."

Minho, now holding a steaming mug of coffee, takes a long sip before speaking. "She made out with Satan's hellhound before her date with Seonghwa."

Seungmin spits out his coffee. Hyunjin freezes mid-stretch, his jaw dropping. "What?"

"Why?!" Seungmin demands, staring at Ayame like she's lost her mind. "Why would you do that? Why the fuck would you make out with Chan?"

"It's proximity poisoning!" Ayame snaps, throwing her hands in the air.

Minho smirks, leaning against the counter with an infuriating air of calm. "Don't worry. I baptized her with tequila and saged the shit out of her afterwards."

Hyunjin bites into a piece of toast, nodding thoughtfully. "Good. We should sage her again before she spends the day in that office with him."

"Agreed," Seungmin mutters.

"It was in an elevator," Minho adds, his tone far too pleased with himself.

Hyunjin pauses mid-bite, his eyes wide. "That's hot, but also bad. So bad. You folded, Ayame."

"It will not happen again," Ayame says firmly, jabbing a finger in their direction for emphasis.

"Good," Seungmin replies, nodding seriously. "Because we can only sage you so many times before it loses its effectiveness."

Ayame sighs heavily, shoving her phone into her bag and heading for the door. "I'm leaving before I let you idiots talk me into more bullshit."

The trio follows her like a pack of mischievous hyenas, their commentary trailing behind her as she braces herself for another day of chaos at Levanter-Miroh.

Ayame sits at her desk, the soft rustle of papers and the steady scratch of her pen the only sounds in the room. Her black stilettos tap against the polished floor rhythmically, a subtle outlet for the storm of thoughts swirling in her head. She's focused, or at least pretending to be, as she works through yet another draft riddled with the desperate errors of an overzealous author.

The door creaks open, breaking the fragile quiet. Ayame doesn't look up.

Chan steps in, shrugging off his damp coat and hanging it with mechanical precision on the rack by the door. His tie is loose, his white shirt clinging to his shoulders slightly from the drizzle outside, and his hair looks like he ran his fingers through it in a half-hearted attempt to tame it. He's sharp as always, but there's an edge of dishevelment that makes him look strangely human.

"Still trying to fix other people's disasters?" he asks, his voice low but clear.

Ayame doesn't look up, her pen pausing for just a moment. "Still trying to win world's most insufferable colleague?"

Chan exhales deeply, stepping further into the room. "I don't want to fight."

Her eyes flick up, finally meeting his. "What do you want, then?"

He hesitates, his gaze softening in a way she doesn't expect. "I'm sorry," he says, his voice quieter than usual.

Ayame arches an eyebrow, her lips curving into a sharp smirk. "So sorry you forgot to shower this morning? Seriously, Chan, you look like awful."

His lips twitch, a reluctant smile threatening to break through. "Can we call a truce? Just for today."

Ayame sighs theatrically, setting her pen down and leaning back in her chair. "Fine. Ceasefire." She mimes pulling an imaginary gun from her waistband, placing it on the desk with a dramatic click of her tongue.

Chan raises an eyebrow but plays along, miming pulling a gun from his blazer and setting it beside hers. Ayame reaches under her desk, pretending to unstrap a thigh holster, and pulls out another invisible gun. She slams it on the desk with mock ferocity.

"You've clearly been outgunning me this whole time," Chan says, leaning back with a low chuckle.

Ayame smirks, brushing a stray curl out of her face. "Classy women always carry thigh holsters. Thought you knew."

"Noted. Classy and lethal," Chan says, raising his hands in mock surrender, his grin breaking through at last.

She picks up her pen again, her expression softening just slightly. "Alright, truce it is. Now, let's never speak of it again."

"Deal," Chan replies, sitting down at his desk and flipping open his laptop. The faint hum of the device fills the space as the tension between them dissolves into an uneasy silence.

Ayame pulls open a desk drawer, humming softly as she begins arranging tiny Christmas decorations. A string of lights is draped carefully along the edge of her desk, their soft glow casting a warm hue on her workspace. A miniature Christmas tree follows, its tiny ornaments glinting in the office lighting. Chan glances up from his screen, his gaze flicking between her and the decorations.

"Getting festive, are we?" he asks, his tone laced with amusement.

Ayame doesn't look at him. "I'd say it's the least I can do to make this place tolerable."

Chan leans back in his chair, folding his arms. "How was your date?"

Ayame pauses, her fingers lingering on a tiny angel figurine. She doesn't look at him as she replies, "Fine. He sent me flowers this morning. We have stuff in common. He's nice."

"Nice," Chan echoes, his tone flat as his gaze sharpens. "Nice guy, huh?"

She finally looks up, frowning slightly. "What's wrong with nice?"

"Nothing," he says, shrugging. "If that's what you want."

Ayame narrows her eyes, her fingers tightening around the angel as she sets it down with deliberate care. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

Chan looks at her evenly, his voice measured. "It's supposed to mean exactly what you think it means."

Her lips press into a thin line as she turns back to her decorations, deliberately ignoring him. "Sometimes, you don't need chaos, Chan. Sometimes you just want something... steady."

"Steady is good," Chan murmurs, his gaze lingering on her before he returns to his laptop. "If you're into boring."

Ayame snaps her head toward him, eyes blazing. "Not everything needs to be a goddamn war."

"Agreed," Chan replies smoothly, his voice infuriatingly calm. "Truce, remember?"

Ayame lets out a frustrated huff, tapping her chin as a mischievous glint flashes in her eyes. "Fine. Let's play the Normal Colleagues game."

Chan raises an eyebrow. "Oh, this should be good."

Ayame adopts an overly cheerful tone, her voice dripping with saccharine politeness. "Good morning, Chan! How was your weekend?"

Chan leans back, watching her with an amused expression as she continues.

"Oh, my weekend was absolutely splendid, Ayame! Thank you for asking," she says, mimicking a second voice. "You're so thoughtful, just like your thoughtful edits."

Chan stares at her, deadpan. Then he mimes shooting himself in the head with a finger gun, his head lolling dramatically to the side as he makes a bang sound.

Ayame crosses her arms, glaring at him. "Wow, rude."

"Yeah, hard pass on the Normal Colleagues game," Chan replies, smirking as he returns to his laptop.

Ayame shakes her head, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips as she picks up her pen. Despite herself, the room feels a little lighter.

Ayame is carefully positioning her miniature Christmas tree, adjusting the tiny angel perched precariously on the top, when the sharp, rhythmic click of Nari's heels fills the air. Without looking up, Ayame mutters, "Morning."

"Ayame," Nari starts, her tone clipped and businesslike as always, "I need to talk to you about your team-building proposal."

Ayame finally glances up, her fingers still fussing with the decorations. "Oh, sure. What's up?"

Nari's gaze flicks to Chan, who is now watching with mild interest, before returning to Ayame. "Chan submitted his own proposal."

Ayame freezes for a fraction of a second before setting the angel down deliberately. "Did he now?"

Chan, clearly enjoying himself, stands with a confident smirk and brushes off his blazer as if preparing for a presentation. "Paintball," he says with the smug assurance of someone who thinks they've already won. "Outdoor activity, teamwork, adrenaline. It's perfect."

Ayame's brow arches, her legs crossing as she leans back in her chair, the picture of poised disdain. "Ah yes, nothing fosters workplace camaraderie like a chance to physically assault your colleagues with projectiles."

"I thought it was inspired," Chan replies smoothly, crossing his arms.

Nari sighs, rubbing her temple. "I wasn't entirely sold either, but Haechul loved the idea."

As if summoned by the mere mention of his name, Haechul barrels into the room like a human wrecking ball, his voice booming. "Damn right, I loved it!" He claps his hands together, his grin wide and obnoxious. "Let's face it, who doesn't want to shoot their coworkers every now and then? Get the tension out! Guns, ammo, and teamwork, baby!"

Ayame stares at him, her jaw tightening. "That sounds like a lawsuit waiting to happen."

"Ha!" Haechul barks, waving her off. "You millennials and your HR paranoia. Back in my day, we handled shit like adults"

"Back in your day, they also let people smoke in hospitals," Ayame mutters, her voice dripping with venom.

"Anyway," Nari interjects before Haechul can respond, "we flipped a coin, and paintball it is."

Ayame's grip tightens on her armrest, her knuckles going white as her mind conjures a vivid scene of launching herself across the desk and tackling Chan. She imagines yanking his tie tight like a makeshift noose, slowly choking him to death.

"Ayame?" Nari's voice pulls her sharply from the fantasy.

Ayame blinks, finding herself still seated, her nails digging into the armrest. She forces a tight smile, smoothing the fabric of her blouse. "Whatever's best for the company," she says sweetly, her tone sharp enough to cut glass. "If you'll excuse me."

She stands, her chair scraping against the floor as she strides out of the office, the staccato clicks of her stilettos echoing in her wake.

Haechul watches her leave, then leans over to Chan, a smug grin plastered across his face. "Pixie on the rag?"

Nari freezes, her eyes narrowing as she stares at Haechul like he just spat on her shoes. "Seriously, Haechul?" she snaps, her voice laced with disgust. "Do you ever listen to yourself?"

"What?" Haechul shrugs, clearly unbothered. "I'm just saying—women get moody. It's science."

"Christ," Nari mutters, throwing her hands up as she storms out, her disgust trailing behind her like a storm cloud.

Haechul remains seated, whistling an off-key tune as he leans back in his chair. "Bet she hasn't gotten laid in a while," he muses, grinning at Chan. "That's usually the problem, right? Women get all tense—"

Chan slams his laptop shut with a force that makes Haechul flinch slightly. "You done?"

Haechul raises his hands in mock surrender. "Touchy."

Chan doesn't respond, his jaw tight as his gaze flicks toward the door Ayame disappeared through. For a moment, his expression softens, the smugness draining away to reveal something closer to regret.

Haechul stretches, still completely oblivious to the tension in the room. "You know," he says, grinning again, "paintball's gonna be fucking awesome."

Chan doesn't look at him, his tone clipped as he mutters, "Yeah. Fucking awesome."

The tension hangs heavy as Haechul shrugs and whistles his way out, leaving Chan alone in the office, staring at the empty doorway Ayame had walked through. His fingers tap against the desk, his usually sharp eyes clouded with something he refuses to name.

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gh0st-t0wn3 · 1 year ago

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Lmk ss edits + headcanons, Part 5 (Porty MK, Artist MK, Delivery MK)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson either Wildfire or Firecracker

- Whenever something goes wrong he says "called it." (He did not, in fact, call it)

- Calls everyone "Dude"

- Once took Redson out to the Anti-gravity Arcade and got mad when he passed out after almost 32 hours of non-stop dancing and playing arcade games

- Tells MK that he has no fashion sense but will wear the most atrocious combination of colours and patterns himself

- Has multiple ear piercings as well as a bellybutton and tongue piercing

- Once threw a party that got busted by the police and dispelled himself to avoid getting caught

- Has so much energy, if he's not at a party he's constantly walking around the apartment, if his legs start hurting he'll sit down for like 8 seconds before getting up and walking around again because he still has so much energy left

- Makes the dirtiest jokes known to man kind

- Makes the others do karaoke night with him. every. week.

- Will sometimes put on lipstick and kiss all over Redsons face and neck to make og MK jealous (trust me guys, please🙏)

- Absolutely HATES dark chocolate, it's too bitter for him

- Despises the claw machine games at the arcade, if he gets something and then it falls out of the claw he'll literally break the glass and just take it

- Lives on energy drinks

- Will refuse to drink any soft drinks when they run out of bubbles

- Loves those cringey alpha wolf memes

- Laughs at those firemen saving people in reverse videos and always sends them to Redson, who also laughs at them (yes it does concern MK and the others)

- Smells like sweat and cotton candy (its from flavoured vape smoke)

- Love language is Quality time (and by quality time I mean partying)

- Has a whole box of glowsticks

- "Hey, hey, hey guys, watch this!!" *fails at trick*

- Loves candy, especially hard candies

- Scams kids out of their tickets at the arcade

- Paints his nails a different colour every week, and almost always uses glow in the dark nail polish

- Tried to make his own firework show once and set three houses on fire

- Would rearrange someone's whole room just to mess with them

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to take prizes from the claw machines without having to actually play them

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson his Muse

- Would probably collect bones. It freaks the fuck out of MK and the other clones

- Will destroy any and every art piece if it doesn't turn out exactly how he envisioned it in his head

- Writes fanfiction

- Constantly covered in paint splatters, charcoal, glue, etc

- Hates baths, lives off dry shampoo

- He acts like a cat whenever he gets wet

- Takes great care of all his art supplies and will flip out if something is out of place

- Agreed to help Sandy paint his boat again the second time he was summoned but only if Sandy stopped changing what colour he wanted it to be after every new coat of paint (Sandy learnt his lesson the first time art MK was summoned)

- His advice is always "just kill them"

- Bites ankles

- Was almost arrested for vandalism (he ran away from the cops)

- Once painted a picture of Redson, who only said "this is pretty good" (it was in fact a genuine compliment, he loved it), and Artist almost killed him

- Analyzes his dreams as if he's the prophet predicting the end of the world

- Won't let anyone use his art supplies

- Growls at people

- Perfectionist

- Smells like paint fumes

- Love language is gift giving and words of affirmation

- If he's focusing on something really hard and something startles him, he'll jump in the air like a cat

- Was drawing at a park once and a bunch of kids were being annoying so he tripped one when it ran past him

- Collects concept art books from literally anything, movies, video games, TV shows, it doesn't even matter if he's played/watched them he just likes looking at the concept art

- Insomniac who 'cures' it with an unholy amount of caffeine

- Has drank paint water before, will do it again

- Extremely passive agressive

- MK yelled at him once for getting paint all over his bed

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to reach higher places when painting on walls and shit

(Had to use og MK has a base ref because the show did delivery MK dirty)

- He/They

- Gay

- Calls Redson Paprika

- Loves straws, will only ever drink something if he uses a straw (I did this as a kid)

- Is constantly listening to music while doing deliveries and has absolutely passed his destination on multiple occasions

- Surprisingly witty

- Is the only MK who knows how to cook and genuinely loves it

- Has a little bit more chub than og MK does (duplicatnation did him dirty and I will never forgive them for his design)

- Has gotten into physical fights with rude customers before and would do it again

- Absolutely HATES eating fish

-His shoe laces are never tied, the amount of orders he's ruined because he tripped on his stupid laces is insane

- If he gets bored he'll just lay on the floor and do nothing

- Has accidentally eaten dog food before

- After a long day of delivering he'll pass out for hours at a time then wake up again at like 2am

- "Not to be rude, but.." proceeds to say the most disrespectful shit you've ever heard

- Either cannot keep a secret for the life of him, or will immediately forget the secret 5 mins after being told what it is, no in-between

- Him and the other clones accidently broke into a strangers house once, and he felt really bad so he cleaned the dishes before leaving (it was on the news)

- Will @ a specific person in a group chat instead of just dming them

- Sometimes eats out of the noodles he's delivering, no one has found out yet

- Smells like noodles

- Love language is Acts of service

- If he gets into a fight with someone he is fully willing and ready to resort to biting

- Saw Monkey King eat his own hair once and almost threw up

- Sometimes if a customer is being rude while ordering over the phone he'll purposely drive slow or take a longer route so their noodles are cold when they get them (og MK has told him to stop multiple times because he's scared of Pigsy thinking he's the reason they get any bad reviews)

- Has a Spotify Playlist for every possible occasion

- Gives out really good hugs and will hug people for really long periods

- Cries when he sees sad animal videos

- Can't whistle to save his life

- Has a monkey form just like og MK, he uses his tail to hold more orders to get work done faster

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morbidology · 1 year ago

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‪Sally Ann McNelly, 18, and Shane Paul Stewart, 17, were a teenage couple from San Angelo, Texas. On the 4th of July, 1988, they attended a fireworks display at Lake Nasworhy. The following morning, a lake ranger discovered Stewart’s abandoned Chevrolet Cameo parked near the O.C. Fisher Reservoir several miles from Lake Nasworhy. With the couple nowhere to be found, they were reported missing.‬ ‪

‬ ‪Four months later, hunters stumbled across skeletal remains in a pasture south of Twin Buttes. The remains were identified as Sally and Shane and an autopsy concluded that they had been killed by shotgun blasts to the head. At a time when satanic panic was rife, rumours soon started to circulate that they had been murdered by a satanic cult that they were both involved in. According to friends, Sally and Shane attended parities with occult activities. It was alleged that the couple were involved in a satanic cult. Years later, investigators would rule the satanic cult theory out.‬ ‪

‬ The case eventually went cold but in 2017, there was a breakthrough when John Cyrus Gilbreath was pulled over on suspicion of possessing marijuana in Texas. When police searched his home, they found three Audi tapes with “SS” on them, a lock of hair, blood and a fingernail which could link him to the double murder. He has since been named as a person of interest in the cold case.‬

#true crime #unsolved #mystery #cold case

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togetherhearted · 1 year ago

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Hello. How about Sett, Thresh and Nasus with explosives specialist S/O?

Hello to you!

And of course!Hope this is fine!!

SETT,THRESH AND NASUS WITH EXPLOSIVE SPECIALIST S/O.

-Sett recognizes his limits. He's formidable with his fists but put him in front of a machine snd he will look at you with confused puppy eyed.

-He would love to help but he's as delicate ss s pack of elephants in a glass house;no way you'll let him touch your stuff.

-Asks if you can prepare fireworks for his grandiose entrances in the arena.

-The souls collector might get too interested in your abilities. His mind working on a plan to use it at your expense.

-Will convince you into making a,totally not dangerous,explosive;then trick you to deploy it in an empty space, apparently empty but you don't have to know the truth.

-Despite the quite obvious sinister intent, you are happy he's supportive of your work.

-The first time you brought one of your explosives in his library he went out of character and almost threw it out golf style. He was afraid you would damage his books.

-It wasn't your intention to upset him, so you only worked on them outside;making them explode in the sand.

-He still gifts you books about them. He wants to support your passion, in his own way.

#x reader #league of legends #sett #sett league of legends #sett x reader #thresh #thresh league of legends #thresh x reader #nasus #nasus league of legends #nasus x reader #league of legends x reader

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harrietbarnesblog · 6 months ago

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Call it what you want

Series masterlist

Warning: mild smut

Chapter 7: slow hands

Your house was on the second floor of the building. You guys took the lift. You both were silent but there was no awkwardness. You couldn't keep your eyes off him. And he kept sneaking looks at you too.

When you reached your door you entered the password to your house and entered along with Chan.

You offered the couch for Chan to sit down.

“You want some … beer?” you said as you took the beer bottle out of the fridge. You had only alcoholic beverages in your fridge. You ran out of milk and coffee. There was nothing else to provide to the guest.

“Isn't it too early for beer?”

“Not when you are an alcoholic.” you joked. Chan chuckled.

“Let's drink.”

3 beer bottles in, you and Chan were starting to get a bit tipsy.

“And then I was dancing on my bed very badly like in a sexy way you know and my mom came in. and it was so embarrassing for me. She rushed down and told my dad everything and they won't stop bringing it up each and every time we have dinner or lunch together.” you narrated your memory to Chan and he was listening with so much attention.

“You are so cute.” he said out of the blue.

“I know I am.” you said

“Look at you being narcissistic.” He teased you.

“It's not a crime to be narcissistic, mr. Bahng.”

“Is that so, ms. y/l/n?”

“Yes.”

He pulled you closer by your waist and started to tickle you. You couldn't stop laughing.

“Chris..ss…. Stop.” you said in between your laughs.

You were lying on the floor while he was tickling you. You managed to grab him and turn you guys around so that he was on the floor lying. You grabbed his hands and pinned his hand above his head. You both were closer than you guys should be. One wrong move and your lips would be on his.

“y/n.” he said.

“What?”

“We shouldn't.”

“Yeah we shouldn't.”

Your mouth might be speaking of something but your heart and lips wanted something else. You leaned in and kissed him. He kissed you back. His soft lips moved against yours.you let go of his hands and grabbed his shirt

“Wait wait. What happens after this?” Chan asked, breaking away from the kiss.

“I have no idea. I mean I can't afford love or relationships in the condition I am in. You even being my friend will do a lot of damage to you.”

Chan didn't wanna lose you. He knew if he walks away from here he will lose everything with you. He just wanted to enjoy the rest of his life with you but it doesn't seem possible.

“We dont have to be in a relationship. Let's just roll with the flow. Shall we?” he asked and you nodded your head agreeing with him.

He pulled you back in the kiss. You deepened the kiss and your hand was tangled in his hair. His hands were under your hoodie tracing your back. You felt the butterflies in your stomach. There were fireworks and everything. You tear open his shirt and pull away from the kiss to look at him.

“Oops , sorry.” you said breathing heavily.

“You are not sorry.” he retorted back. A Few seconds in and all your clothes were scattered on the floor. Chan put you up on his shoulders and carried you to your bed. you pulled open your bedside drawer. You picked a condom. You ripped the cover open between your teeth.

“Damn you are sexy as fuck.” he said.

“Stop talking.” you said jokingly.

“Yes, ma’am.”

You rolled the condom on his dick. He was quick enough to push you down onto the bed. He grabbed your hand and pinned it above your head. He entered inside of you. Both of you lost into the moment of passion. Ignoring the whole world. Right now only you existed to him and only he existed to you.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz #bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #bang chan stray kids #bangchan x reader #bang chan #christopher bang #bang chan x y/n #skz x you #bang chan series #stray kids series

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crusherthedoctor · 8 months ago

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Sonic Stellar - Prologue, Part I

Prologue: A New Genesis

Three months later...

The late morning was silent, a portrait of complete tranquility. Like a perfect summer, but without the sweat to match. There were no clouds in this sky, no waves on this ocean, no strife on this day. The faint ripples of the sea were all that could be heard nearby.

...is what would be said, were it not for the giant purple aircraft soaring erratically overhead, flying left and right almost as much as it flew straight ahead.

"WHOOOO! Ha-haaa!"

The vessel in question, the SS Tornado EX, performed at an absurd speed for its size, and that wasn't all it had up its sleeve, as shown by the beeline it made towards the ocean below... only to then raise back up at the last second, completely unharmed, and impressively undrenched. About the only absent trick was a full-on barrel roll, as the lack of seatbelts would have presented a problem. Otherwise, nothing was beneath it.

Fortunately for the sealife, this was no reckless flyer... not too reckless, anyway. This glorious machine had seen its day before, and its pilots even moreso. In a change of pace however, it was the older member of the two who had found himself at the driver's helm. As it had been a while, his friend graciously offered him the role. He knew the risks full well, but he trusted him with his life.

After all, who wouldn't trust Sonic the Hedgehog?

"Having fun?" Tails wryly commented, not even shifting his gaze from the brochure he was reading. Despite his young age, he had experienced more than quite a lot of adults. Sonic flying in his own, unique way was like a Tuesday to him.

"You know it!" Sonic confirmed, with a characteristically wide grin. His bliss was downright enviable. "Haven't lost my touch!"

"I never said you did," his friend lightly chuckled.

As the Tornado EX continued its display of aerodynamic showmanship, something caught the corner of the fox's eye. He didn't put his brochure down, but he did glance to his right at the water below. It was shimmering marvellously, which would not be considered an irregularity on its own, but...

"Hey, does the sea look different to you?" Tails asked his partner. The entire time during their journey, it had remained pure blue, as one would expect, yet all of a sudden, the ocean had quietly turned a faint teal, as though it had always been that way. It couldn't have been the conditions either, since the weather hadn't changed at all...

"Huh, it kinda does," Sonic mused, which was followed up with a knowing smirk. "Must be cause we're getting closer! In fact..."

He paused, with a brief squint of the eyes... then nodded eagerly. "Yeah, that's it! That's the one!" He couldn't resist a fist pump. "We made it!"

As they flew closer to their intended destination, its true scope became quickly apparent, which got an impressed whistle out of the hedgehog, and silent awe from the fox. Without question, it was the largest island they had ever seen in their lives. Perhaps it was just as well that this one did not float in the air. Its perimeter, at least what little of it they could see from their direction, was near-completely circular, as though it had been precisely and carefully carved that way, and although no one appeared to be setting off any fireworks, a glowing phenomena seemed to radiate from within.

Viridonia was a more than worthy fit for their chosen vacation. To Sonic, the great thing about the world was that no matter how much of it he had seen in his travels, there was always bound to be something else further beyond. He wouldn't have it any other way.

With a simple push of a button, the Tornado EX slowly, yet rather ostentatiously, folded its wings as the aircraft hit the water for real. With the exception of a single sharp bump, the landing was respectable, much to the internal relief of Tails. As it made its way further towards a visible docking bay, the young heroes both knew they were in for the time of their lives.

In what way, however...

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After he and Tails double checked that they tied down their ship in a way that wasn't amateur, Sonic turned around and got a first proper, in-depth look at his surrounding. The chalk white sand almost took up his attention all on its own, as did the black railings with their distinguished floral-themed patterns, but the town itself was simply too enticing to ignore.

Lime Shores could be described as walking into another world. Not the past, not the future, but one entirely of its own. It wasn't the largest town Sonic had ever seen, but it didn't need to be in order to make its first impression count. Every building that he could see, though they had a wide selection of colours for roofs, were otherwise a sleepy light blue from top to bottom. The formations that marked the cobblestone ground were a delicate selection of pastel pinks, light turquoises, hazy purples, and sea greens, among others. Shops and stands had been set up that sold all manners of pottery, jewelry, and other bits of pleasure to the senses that didn't match what he had seen anywhere else. It was like stepping into a book, and he would know, since he's done that before.

And throughout all of this, the residents carried on with their day as though it were any other. Animals and humans alike could be seen left and right, which - not counting the hedgehog's own presence in human-populated cities - was not a sight he was used to seeing. Their choice of fashion was equally as varied across the board, each of them with their own untold story. Some of them even looked in Sonic's direction ever so briefly, then carried right along as though he were a regular guy. Not that it particularly mattered to him if they recognized him, since that was never what he was about.

With his hands on his hips, his eyes stayed put on the scene, content with what he saw. As Tails walked up the small flight of steps to join him, the hedgehog could barely hide the joy on his face. He could feel his heart pumping in anticipation of this new venture.

"This is gonna be sweet," he let out with a smile. The sense of wonder found on the fox's face confirmed he was unambiguously feeling it too. "All this for the two of us."

"~Sonic!~"

The smile remained perfectly still on his face. "Oh."

Sonic and Tails turned to their right in unison, as if they didn't already know who it could be, to find none other than Amy Rose, who was currently sprinting over to them in only the way that she could. Her trusted friend, Cream, was tagging along right behind her, as was Cheese the Chao. It would seem that they decided to go for a vacation of their own... right here, of all places. A mere coincidence, right?

"Fancy seeing you here!" Amy beamed, with one hand on her hip, and a finger on her chin. "You didn't tell us you guys were coming here too!"

"Well, uh..." Sonic turned to Tails for a brief moment, to which his orange pal merely shrugged. "I mean, you didn't tell us either... Not that I can blame you for stopping by, cause look at all this!"

"It's so pretty, Mr. Sonic," Cream simply said, with that innocent smile on her face, and her hands clasped.

"Chao!" Cheese gladly agreed.

"As soon as we heard about this place, I knew we HAD to go," Amy explained, as her tail predictably swished to and fro at the sight of her hero. She took another look at the glowing buildings. "It's the perfect little spot... or big spot... and it even kinda has a romantic touch to it-"

Before finishing, she noticed Sonic wordlessly raising an eyebrow, as if he knew exactly what was coming. Sensing this, Amy abruptly cleared her throat.

"Well, anyway, it's great that we're all here," she laughed. "I don't suppose you were planning on doing anything before we turned up?"

"We were just sort of looking around for now," Tails answered, scratching his head awkwardly. "We just got here after all, so we don't know where everything is yet."

"Oh, we only arrived a couple of hours ago, so we're getting used to it too!" The pink hedgehog mischievously smirked at Sonic. "Wanna do it together?"

Sonic took one look at her, and jokingly sighed, complete with rolling his eyes as dramatically as possible. "I GUESS there's no harm," he muttered, though he couldn't help but smirk in turn at his bubbly friend's not-too-subtle determination. "Too bad Knuckles couldn't attend, I think this could have been up his street... or maybe all the blue would have reminded him too much of me."

As the blue hedgehog and his two-tailed partner began to examine the stands in person, for a closer look at what they had to offer, Amy was all too ready to join them. However, upon looking back, she soon stopped in her tracks as she noticed the mild expression of guilt on Cream's face.

"Hey, what's wrong?" she asked out of concern, and placed a hand on her friend's shoulder. "Missing home already?"

The bunny grabbed her left ear out of shame. "I know it's silly of me, because we've been to so many places before... but this is the first time in a while, so I think I might need to get used to it again..."

"Y'know, there's nothing shameful about that," Amy rubbed her shoulder sympathetically. "Tell you what, why don't you have a look around of your own and in your own time, then you can meet back up with the rest of us?"

After mulling it over, and checking for Cheese's input, Cream nodded gently. "That sounds good... but I won't go too far away," she clarified, before the two of them shared a giggle together.

---

"Maybe we could find something for mother," Cream pondered out loud, with some increased elation. "Or maybe a picture would be nice?"

"Chao!" Cheese nodded enthusiastically.

As promised, Cream made sure to not stray too far from her friends. She had been in unfamiliar territory before, and had gotten herself out, but those had a particular urgency to them. To do so on what was meant to be a calming vacation would be the opposite of ideal. As she made her trek, taking mental notes of where certain passing sights were so as to remember them for later, she found herself looking down at the colorful cobblestone more than once. Not without reason.

She hadn't noticed it previously, but now that she was this close, it almost looked… translucent? Maybe that wasn't the right word, it wasn't as though she could see right through it, but despite being a simple stone walkway, it was as though some kind of energy had been quietly streaming right through it, bringing its soft flavors to life.

And now that she thought more about it, the buildings from earlier had a similar thing going on. The more she thought back to them, their colour also looked less like an ordinary coat of paint… Was she imagining things, or was this really how they were? Was there something more to them...?

Before the bunny could give it additional thought, she looked up once more, and found that she was actually in a secluded woodland area now. She wasn't that far deep into it, she could still see the familiar shore from a certain distance behind her, but she immediately took to it. The trees and bushes, of which there were plenty, provided a bountiful mix of dark greens and oranges for their leaves, and inbetween was a modest field of flowers. Some of the flowers in question were similarly orange, while others were either red or yellow.

"Ohhh!" Cream eagerly ran over to them, and kneeled down for a closer look. It was a mystery how she didn't scrape her knees in the process. "They're so beautiful, aren't they? Maybe we could give one for mother, or for Amy! ...Although... what if someone owns them? They might not like us picking them, huh?"

"Chao..." Cheese astutely commiserated.

Regardless of that possibility, it was still a joy for the two of them. She pointed at this flower, that flower, that flower over there, and more or less every other flower. She was certainly caught up in all this, and she had every right to be... even if it made her a target for Metal Sonic.

From a small distance, behind one tree of many, the robot watched the bunny having her fun. Its limbs lowered for a moment, as though it had been taken off guard... as though it had been doing something else before noticing her. Perhaps it did not expect more of the hedgehog's friends to appear on this island. Perhaps it remembered her as one of the culprits that got in its way that one time. Whatever the case, it wouldn't remain an issue for long. An enemy to Eggman is an enemy to Metal Sonic. And there's only one option for pest control.

With the element of surprise, it could have swiped her in a second, before she would have time to realise what had even happened. It knew that. It was more than capable. To witness the look of fear, though... that's a special pleasure. One that would not be sacrificed.

Metal stepped forward, with an alarming absence of sound for such a machine, and slowly closed in on the unassuming duo. As they continued to point out whichever flowers that had tickled their fancy, its left hand scraped its claws against its palm, as if it were hungry, starving, to use those claws on anyone, or anything. As a look of uneasiness suddenly appeared on Cream's face, as though sensing something was amiss, Metal swiftly raised its left claw, waiting sadistically for the moment she turned her head.

*THWIP*

It would not get the desired craving.

Metal jolted, and turned to its left, in a way that heavily suggested something else had distracted it. Yet, there appeared to be no one else in the vicinity. Before Metal could regain its focus, Cream had finally turned, and suffice to say, she was immediately filled with shock. Despite this, she took to a fighting stance rather quickly for her age, with Cheese going as far as to put up his dukes, yet the fright remained present on both of their faces. As Metal took notice of this, it tilted its head, and silently nodded. It was prepared to deal with this silly girl in the old fashioned way. It stretched out its claws, ready for a battle if necessary-

*THWIP*

Metal jolted once again, as though it had dodged something, even though neither Cream or Cheese had laid a hand on it. It looked at her again, and although no emotion could be registered from its permanent glare, something seemed to tick in its head. With a mocking wave, it flew away violently, leaving as quickly as it had arrived. The rabbit looked up in the sky at where the evil doppelganger had vanished, and she couldn't help but be a teensy bit baffled at the whole experience.

"M-...Metal Sonic?" She paused to check her heartbeat. "What was he doing here? Why did he attack us? Is he doing something for Doctor Eggman?"

As soon as she mentioned the scientist, she gasped, and clasped both of her ears at the mere thought of him. "Oh no! Could the doctor be up to bad things again? In this pretty place? We've got to tell our friends about this!"

"Chao! Chao!"

"Huh?"

Cheese lightly tugged on her ear to get her attention, and pointed at one of the trees from nearby. At first, she couldn't tell what she was meant to be looking at, but upon inching closer, it soon became apparent. There was something there that hadn't been there when they had entered. Namely, a pair of arrows, both of them stuck on the same tree.

With a raised eyebrow, she slowly placed her hand on the lower arrow that was stuck, and gently took it off, taking care not to break the arrow outright. As she examined it, the craftmanship stood out to her: not that she would claim to be an expert on that sort of thing, but it was clear even to the casual perspective that this was no simple job. It was finely put together, and the handle even had a specific pattern carved on it, consisting of swirls in one direction or the other. Now, as for who could have made these...

"Are you okay?"

"Ahh!"

Cream did a little jump upon being startled by the sudden voice that came from a very close proximity. As if being startled once wasn't enough. Though this one had a voice... and that voice was distinctly feminine. Seeking out the source, she turned her head to the left, only to find nothing. She turned her head to the right... and was greeted with a thick pair of blue boots that stood tall and reached up to the person's knees. The heels of which were firmly flat, and behind them was the lower half of what seemed to be a tail as green as mint, and smooth as silk. The kind of tail that you'd expect from a horse. Taking a moment, Cream slowly glanced her way upwards.

Where the boots ended - which took a while, as their legs were quite long from her perspective - a pair of brown breeches began, and as she got to see the rest of the person's tail, she could confirm that it was indeed that of a horse. Covering their chest was a breezy tank top, with the same shade of blue as her boots, and their arms were covered by a pair of icy blue gloves that reached just above the elbows, one of which was holding onto a maroon bow... which, as it happened, featured a remarkably similar spiral pattern to the arrows on the tree. The figure itself had a youthful, yet mature build, and her fur was as gentle green as her tail.

Finally, the rabbit looked up at the head, but much of the lady's face was obscured by a bandana from the bottom, and a headscarf from the top, both of which were colored... well, surely you can guess. Poking out between them were a pair of warm brown eyes, and some of her bangs. Two arched ears poked out of the headscarf, along with a ponytail as large as her head that reached down to the upper half of her body. Amusingly, its shape strongly resembled that of her actual tail. After completing the analysis, Cream looked at the bow again, and immediately put two and two together... but not before realising she had remained quiet for a little too long.

"Y...yes, miss," she stuttered. "Thank you..." She really wasn't used to being crept on, let alone twice on the same day. She briefly wondered if this was how Blaze felt, before she soon remembered the arrow in her hand. Without another word, she raised the arrow in the woman's direction, as if to hand it over to her. She wasn't sure what to make of this person, and not just because she couldn't see much of her face, meaning she could only really look into their eyes.

Then again, they did just come to her defense, didn't they? And those eyes were as far from Metal Sonic's as you could get. They were calm... tender...

"And thank you," the lady said, as she blinked with a tiny nod. She took the arrow from the young girl's hand, and casually placed it back into her pocket that, by all accounts, should not be able to fit an arrow. She followed this up by gently pulling the second arrow from the tree herself, and placed that one in the same pocket. "Pardon me for causing a fright, but I couldn't let that incident go undisturbed."

"I'm... sorry about that," Cream shuffled her foot, still awkward in this unplanned for presence. Admittedly, she was also slightly weirded out by the unexpected maturity of the person's voice, despite them appearing to be not that much older then her friends. "I was silly, I should have noticed him-"

"What?" The horse glanced in her direction, and slowly kneeled down to her level. "My dear, what on earth do you have to be sorry for? That dirty bucket of garbage got the drop on you, it was hardly your fault." She gave a playful wink. "Besides, I'm sure you would have kicked his butt. You've done it before."

Cream couldn't help but giggle at that. And despite how it may have sounded to a more cynical individual, this was not hot air she was spewing just to make her feel better. It was obvious from the tone in the older person's voice that she fully believed what she was saying. And yet, what reason would she have to believe such a thing? Unless...

"You... know who I am?" the rabbit asked.

"Chao?" Cheese boldly questioned.

"Why, of course I do," the lady answered, with the faintest hint of a chuckle behind her bandana, as she rested her hands on her knee. "You and your friends are quite the celebrities, are you not?"

Before she could respond, Cream took another look at the eyes. The longer she looked at them, the more she noticed something else about them. For reasons unknown, they did not have the common white sclera. Instead, they were a very mild, light blue. You were not likely to notice it from far away, but up close was a different story. It was peculiar, and irregular, but not threatening... she found it kind of pretty, in a way.

"I don't really know about that," Cream bashfully scratched behind her head. "I know Mr. Sonic saves the world a lot, but I don't think anyone from around here recognizes him that well. Or maybe they don't care, it was kinda hard to tell..."

The woman paused at this. Her gaze turned downward for a single moment, before looking back up at the girl's own. After an additional moment of silence, her left glove slowly reached up to her bandana, and - with what seemed to be a short burst of hesitance - softly pulled it down, revealing the rest of her face at last. The first thing Cream noticed was how round and soft her muzzle was, with two slits that formed her nostrils. The second thing she noticed was how... pale it was.

"Well, if it means anything, you've got one fan over here," she stated fondly. Now that her face was revealed, the rabbit could appreciate the comforting little smile on her face. "Rest assured, I know who Sonic is. I know who you all are."

"You know all about our adventures?"

"Mm-hm," she confirmed, slightly sheepishly. "Not literally everything, but... generally, to put it lightly."

Cream looked at Cheese, who responded by nodding, indicating that the lady was fair enough in his book. As if by swift activation, a wave of excitement quickly filled the rabbit's expression, as an idea formed in her head.

"Would you like to meet Mr. Sonic?" she politely, yet unhesitantly asked.

The woman froze, apparently having not expected this offer in the slightest. She had merely intended to look out for her after Metal Sonic's attack, and was grateful enough to be speaking with her, now all of a sudden... what?

"I..." She took a moment to process that this was, in fact, reality. That she was not dreaming. That she was offered, out of nowhere, to meet Sonic the Hedgehog.

"...Well... if it wouldn't be a burden for him..."

"It won't, I promise!" Cream grinned cheerfully, and wasted no time in grabbing the equine's hand. "He makes new friends all the time! I'm sure he'll like you, Miss... Miss..."

"Lutrudis," the horse clarified, smiling once again. "Lutrudis Hadeer, to be precise. And please, there's no need for the title. Being with you is the real honor."

"Hee hee, that's such a lovely name!" Cream clapped her hands at the thought of it. "Don't you think so, Cheese?"

"Chao Chao!" Cheese cleverly pretended to know the meaning of it.

"Heh, well," Lutrudis started, as she tried her best not to be overwhelmed by the praise. "I suppose we ought to let them know as well that a certain Metal Rotter is on the loose, hmm?"

"Yes, of course!"

As Lutrudis got off the ground, and switched to standing upright once more, Cream's excitement temporarily halted as she noticed the look of exhaustion on her face, as though this simple act took a lot out of her. Before she could ask about it, the horse lightly fluttered her hand, as if to preemptively dismiss any concern.

"Phew," she muttered, and rubbed the side of her chest. "My apologies, I'm... not the fastest on my feet. Between you and me, my endurance has always stunk quite offensively. Far from Sonic's level, I'm sure."

Cream put her hands to her mouth, and nodded with full understanding. "Oh, I see. Sorry, Miss Hade-" She took a moment to catch herself, then let out a proud giggle. "Lutrudis."

The horse said nothing. Her smile was all that needed to be said.

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