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specialgradefckr · 3 days ago

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tw: explicit content, incest, satoru/reader, satoru/suguru, shoko/reader, codependency, very twisted relationship dynamics, implied abusive/neglectful childhood

suguru had never known what to make of the two of you.

satoru the six eyes and his twin sister. satoru who was his best friend, and you, the girl who looks just like him.

satoru who let suguru bend him over and fuck him until he cried, only to roll off the bed, pulling out his phone.

god. he knew satoru was a dick, but this?

it hurts more than it should. they'd never talked about it, never even called each other friends. he should have figured this wasn't anything special.

but what the fuck is satoru doing on his phone?

"satoru?" he says, trying to sound casual.

everything has to be casual with satoru. low-key. being with him feels like he's coaxing a wild animal. get too close, and he might just bolt.

bolt, only to hit him out of the blue days later with a picture of a candy and a smarmy comment about suguru's taste in food. or his hair. or his power as a sorcerer, or whatever was going through that malfunctioning brain of his.

god, why the fuck does he even like him again?

satoru turns back so suguru can see his smirking face.

god. that was why. the face of a fucking angel, a smile that made his heart skip. why did it have to be on this asshole?

"what, suguru? you feelin' lonely?" satoru drawls.

it's a question he knows the answer to. keep it chill. don't show your hand. don't get too close or he'll get scared.

it aches. "shut up," he says, "i'm just curious who you're texting right after i pulled my dick out of you."

he smirks back when satoru pauses, hesitates.

"who's this person you're thinking about right after you cum?" suguru drawls. he's proud of how distant he manages to sound.

satoru's eyes dart towards him, all ice blue and piercing.

"nobody," he says, setting his phone face down while he pulls on his pants.

he blinks. "what are you..."

satoru ignores his question, strolling out towards the door while waving goodbye. "later, su-gu-ru~"

"but this is -"

before his eyes can furrow, satoru closes the door behind him.

"...your room."

he'd thought that it meant something different this time. satoru always left right after they fucked, he never stayed.

but this is satoru's room. so he'd either kick suguru out, or let him stay.

he hadn't been prepared for him to just... leave. his own room.

what's wrong with him? seriously.

suguru glances at the downturned phone. flips it over.

nee-chan~ (2)

his sister? it beeps.

nee-chan~ (3)

no, don't. i'll ask shoko

you'll ask shoko to do what? satoru has a lock, so he can't see.

seriously, i mean it

after a moment, there's another message.

are you ignoring me, or just busy with him?

don't come over. slut

...what?

the message notification disappears along with the message.

suguru gets a strange feeling.

he looks around satoru's room. he finds some girl's clothes.

does satoru even like girls? they could be yours. he's seen you in his room before.

the strange feeling starts to get. stranger.

there's condoms in here, too, which is weird because satoru has never asked him to use them. or used them himself. he whined when suguru suggested it, actually. asked if he was scared of getting knocked up.

ugh. stupid, insufferable, endearing little shit. he wants to have him in his arms right now.

but it doesn't mater what suguru wants. satoru just left. like he always does, sooner or later.

picking up the phone, he makes his way out. down the hall, towards the girls' dorm.

shoko is already there when he gets there. holding out an arm to stop him.

he raises a brow.

"she's sleeping."

"how do you know i'm here for her?"

shoko shrugs. "why else would you be? saw gojo go in there. anyways, they're asleep now."

"can't be. i was with him just a few minutes ago."

the look she gives him is... strange. everything about this situation feels... off.

he pushes past her, and she sighs.

there's no noise inside, at least. he looses a curse to twist the lock on the door, turn it form the inside.

and it's surprising because - god, what was he expecting?

you're there, curled up beneath the blanket with satoru laying behind you, arms wrapped around you and holding you close.

it's romantic, sure. intimate.

but nothing weird. well, nothing too weird. satoru's always been weird, and you're just like him, so of course you're both weird together. you've always been close. you're his twin sister. what is he thinking?

with a toss, he lets satoru's phone fall onto the floor.

he avoids shoko's gaze as he closes the door and stalks off.

(he doesn't see her anxious glance at the door.)

"he's gone," satoru whispers to you, brushing his thumb over your nipple as you bite your lip.

"shut up," you hiss, putting a hand over his. "i can't believe you did that. why did he follow you? what did you say to him?"

his other hand, threaded beneath your panties, wriggles playfully.

"whaaat? you said you wanted to go to bed. i didn't want to make you wait." he sighs dramatically, "i'm the strongest sorcerer, you know. i need my rest~"

and without you, there is no rest.

as soon as your body is against his, it's like all the tension leaves him. you're there, with him, and everything is all right.

all his worries fade away when he can wrap his arms around you and feel you embrace him in return. mind blank at the soothing sound of your voice. never mind the words you're saying.

"yeah, but do you need to do... this." you say fruitlessly. "you could have come later."

"didn't wanna come later," he kisses your shoulder, "wanted to see you now."

you wriggle in his arms, too wide and too strong to escape, even if you wanted to.

it's enraging. it's gratifying. you don't know what it is, and never have.

he must have been fucking suguru. and after he got his, he came to you.

should you laugh, or cry?

"i could have asked shoko." you mumble almost miserably.

but a sigh escapes you as he fondles your breast. satoru always knows how to make you feel good.

maybe not as good as shoko does, but you're still nice enough not to say that to his face.

"what? to sleep with you?" satoru scoffs, "you can't sleep without me, either."

neither of you have ever slept alone, not a single night in your life.

not even when you were deathly ill and the clan begged the precious six eyes to stay away and not catch your sickness.

satoru had stayed by your side the entire while. held your hand while your head pounded and your body ached. wiped your tears when you cried.

because you were very young, and very sick, in more pain than you'd ever felt before. you had honestly thought you were going to die.

there had been no servants, no mother or father or caretaker. only satoru holding you close, lifting you to drink some water and medicine. telling you that you couldn't die. he wouldn't allow it.

and to your child's mind, that had been reassuring. your brother never left you. your fever broke and you were okay, just like he said you would be.

now, you know better. now you know satoru would lay in bed with people who weren't you, even if he always came back (for now).

now you knew what it was like to have someone else by your side.

(but was it enough? could it ever be enough? could it ever be what you have with him?)

"i'll never know until i try." you turn in his arms to face him, and he allows it.

blue eyes. beautiful, beautiful blue. a pretty face. almost as pretty as shoko's.

you've been learning, lately. you used to think of the mole on her cheek as an imperfection, the cigarette smoke a bad habit.

now? you still think it's a bad habit, but the mole is charming. and you don't hate the smell as much because shoko took you out shopping for perfume.

she asked you which one you liked the most, and bought it for herself. she wears it every friday when you have your girls night out with utahime.

where you get drunk enough to make out with her until she brings you back to the dorm, kissing and fondling and touching.

she asks you if it's okay. asks you how you like it best. asks you to touch her this way, that way.

it's not like how it is with satoru. but she makes you feel good, makes you happy. she wants you to feel good. when you cry she kisses your tears away, like she knows better than to ask but wants to comfort you anyways.

when was the last time satoru tried to comfort you?

"hey," satoru breathes into your ear, pulling your panties down, "c'mon."

when you think of her, your heart flutters. when you think of satoru, your stomach flips, and your whole body aches.

you don't know what love is. you don't think satoru does, either.

otherwise, why would he ever leave geto's arms? when he's so obviously head over heels for him?

you clasp one arm against his chest as you reach down, stroking his cock to hardness. geto must have made him cum (satoru has never made you cum). must have fucked him.

satoru rolls you so you're on top of him.

his shirt is off, baring his lean, muscled chest. your brother, your strong, handsome, beautiful brother, looking up at you with wandering eyes and greedy hands.

your hands are equally greedy. running over his chest, ghosting over his nipples until he shivers. oversensitive. he always is after he's been with geto.

satoru's got a condom out already. he slips it on, leaning forward and pinning you down beneath him.

he doesn't have to use condoms with geto. he doesn't have to be the one on top all the time, either. geto can fuck him. he must like that.

geto's a special grade sorcerer. geto's a man. he's not his sister.

his cock is sliding up and down against your entrance, wetting the condom as he nips at your breast.

he always leaves marks like this, but never where anyone can see.

does he leave marks on geto?

"do you like him more?" you mumble, anxiety swirling in your gut. your lower half is a hot swirling pool of need, leaking for him.

and he inches in, making you whine, making you claw marks into his shoulder. you hope geto sees them.

satoru groans, low and throaty. it always feels like coming home when he's inside you. a perfectly matched lock and key.

his hand threads through your hair. you're so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. he'll admit he's a vain bitch, but who wouldn't be? looking like the two of you do.

maybe one day he should get you to dress up like him. wear a strap and fuck him, that'd be fun.

for now, you're warm and soft and perfect for him. so comfortable. and you're rambling about stuff that isn't important.

"what," he murmurs, breathy from the warmth of you around him, "who?"

if the frustration shows on your face, he can just fuck it away.

"geto." the name is swallowed by a swift thrust, hands planted on your hips.

you wish he'd touch your clit more (you never ask). you wish he'd answer your question (you're afraid to push). but your brother just doesn't think about other people.

"c'mon," he whines, "don't talk about some other dude. you're with me."

"you were with him."

"so?" he thrusts in harder, stealing your breath, like that'll win him the argument, "you're fucking shoko."

satoru fucks you breathless, then. pumping in and out so quickly that the friction has you shuddering, shivering, close enough that you finally start to squeeze around him.

it's always like this with him. you feel like you're drowning, helpless. all you can do is cling to him.

"satoru," you hate how pitiful your voice sounds, "satoruuuu...."

he's hitting you, so deep and so hard it hurts, pierces through the breathless haze and leaves you clenching around him.

"please," your breath escapes you with his next thrust.

please don't leave me. don't abandon me for him. don't discard me now that you have someone better. don't leave me all by myself...

tears dot at your eyes, squeezing around him. satoru's own eyes are wide and wild, his hips shoving into you staggeringly fast.

"i got you," he says, close, so close, "i've got you."

another deep thrust, painful as it is pleasurable, bruising and fast like his fingertips on your hips. he swallows your moans with a kiss.

he thinks he can eat up all your complaints, all your anxiety. hide away from his own by nestling himself in your body.

you don't want anyone but him, right? he's the only one who touches you like this.

the way you squeeze around him, the way your body feels against his, no one else gets that from you. shoko couldn't do this for you. no one could.

you say his name again and he's ready to burst. you love him always. you're so good for him. you make him feel good just by being there.

a part of his life. a missing limb. his precious sister, his beating heart, right there against his chest.

"there," satoru pants, "fuck, there, cum for me, baby..."

it's tears you blink away when he gasps and cums, burying himself inside you with a wounded sort of whimper.

you never do, when it's him. to be fair, you've never done it to yourself, either.

you only ever came when shoko fucked you. but fucked is such an ugly word for how gently she touched you, how soft she smiled.

"satoru," you whine again, "do you like him more than me? i like you more than shoko..."

satoru doesn't answer you. his hands move from your bruised hips to wrap around you, pull you close, plant kisses on your head.

"you know," he mumbles out your name. "you know."

there's a flash of rage. irrational.

he won't say it. he won't even say it. satoru will fuck you, his own sister. cling to you like he needs you to survive, sleep with you every night of his life.

but he won't say he loves you more than geto. he won't even say he likes you.

and you know - because you know him like the back of your hand, you were born with him, you spent every waking moment of your life with him until you came to the school - you know satoru loves you.

but he loves you like he loves air. it's always there. always accessible. it's not like the air will suddenly leave.

you curl into satoru's muscled chest, let him embrace you closer, sink into the silence that's only comfortable for him.

maybe there's something you can do about this.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk #jjk x reader #satoru gojo #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader #suguru geto #suguru geto smut #satosugu #satoru x suguru #shoko ieiri #shoko ieri smut #shoko x reader #female!reader #gojo!reader #tw: incest (siblings)#gojo twincest

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ryuto12-gaming · 23 hours ago

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Funny idea that after Veilguard Emmrich returns to the Necropolis and starts teaching again and ljke, his class of ten doesn’t believe he was actually part of Rook’s team, think he was just like distantly involved and not really right up and personal

Until one day the Neve Gallus pops in, and Maker only knows how she got there. And she’s talking with Manfred like she knows him personally, calling him ‘Fred’ and patting him on the arm like an old friend. And after shrugging off that nonsense while Emmrich is in the middle of a lesson some random just sits in the back of the class and it’s only later they all figure that’s Rook who was coming to trade ideas on the Bellara Lutare’s notes on a possible renovation to the Lighthouse.

And that’s just passing bullshit, right? Wrong. A bunch of younger Watchers are gushing over this new monster hunter manual and one brings it up in class so Emmrich takes the opportunity to show off his signed by Davrin copy of it and their all just jaws to the floors. He even offers to have Davrin come in and they could have a small module on Darkspawn and other creatures they could encounter.

Emmrich has a beef with another teacher about something, and on his desk the next day is a note “ask Lucanis about the issue with (name)” one student who has an odd backstory makes the connection that’s Lucanis Dellamorte, the killer of Ghili’nain and First Talon of the Crows. Start watching the other teacher very closely, thinking there’s now a hit out on them. Emmrich had actually meant it as help with a poison in the body of a nobleman that he’d never seen before and wanted a Crow’s professional opinion on what it was, but they don’t know that.

One becomes mildly obsessed with dragons and Emmrich starts listing off anything curious about and when they ask how he knows so much he goes into a whole story about how he and Taash bonded over learning each others interests. Spirals into Rivaini and Qunari death practices eventually, and how a combination of cultures can lead to unique funeral preparations.

By this point they almost believe him, but just can’t bring themselves to fully get into the idea that old, soft-hearted and sweet Professor Volkarin fought the impossibly powerful Elgar’nan.

Then one day there’s a griffon playing with Manfred when they walk into class and Davrin is having the time of his life because Emmrich’s chair has wheels and he’s just spinning. And on the desk Taash is sitting there, spinning him faster and faster. It’s not helped by once again the Neve Gallus, who’s fighting off like seven wisps who are trying to steal her hat.

They finally believe him.

#dragon age #dragon age veilguard #emmrich volkarin #neve gallus #Davrin #lucanis dellamorte #taash #da rook

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confuzing · 1 day ago

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I have this idea for an SVSSS fic where SQQ winds up regularly sharing dreams with both his LBH and OGLBH. I'd need to do a reread for it but I'm gonna post the broad strokes because I can't stop rotating it in my mind.

It's Abyss time but SQQ puts his foot down. No he's not pushing his Binghe into the Abyss, shut up System. Oh you're going to kill him? Then do it.

Then he throws his sword away and pulls LBH away from the Abyss.

SQQ: Ok honey I'm maybe about to drop dead but it's not your fault ok?

LBH: WHAT???

And then the System does indeed try to rip SQQ's soul out- except LBH, right there and terrified, mentally grabs hold of his Shizun's soul and won't let go.

MQF rolls up to a fucking nightmare, SQQ is in the process of having his soul ripped out by some kind of mystery curse? LBH is burning through his own supply of qi to stop it but that's a napkin on a stab wound- Liu Qingge put your sword down right now! Yes MQF can see LBH's part demon, now help him keep SQQ alive or fuck off - you too Sect Leader!

Meanwhile the System is glitching out, and decides to initiate a Punishment Protocol because this mess is all SQQ's fault and he won't die like a good user.

So it dumps him in the dreams of OGLBH, who's just been pushed in the Abyss by his own Shizun.

Faced with a very upset teen Binghe, SQQ does the only thing that he can. He hugs that boy and tells him none of this is his fault and he didn't do anything wrong.

It probably only works because OGLBH is very upset and desperate for comfort- and when OGLBH said "SQQ??" incredulously SQQ says "No, I'm sorry I know I look like him" and this man doesn't act like the SQQ he knows at all, and he gives really good hugs.

SQQ is stuck in OGLBH's dreams when he's not just... nowhere and after a few more short hug sessions (OGLBH can't usually sleep for long) OGLBH finally asks who exactly SQQ is then?

Right around this time MQF figures out how to stabilize SQQ without requiring LBH to be awake and actively channeling qi the whole time. So LBH passes the f out and goes to look for his Shizun, turning up right when SQQ is dreaming with OGLBH.

After a little Binghe stand off SQQ sits them both down and decides to just, tell them everything -he can here, the System can't stop him and it's already killing him what else can it do?

So he tells them about parallel universes, and his own original world, about Proud Immortal Demon Way, and his decision, upon waking up in his favorite book in the villian's body, to meddle every way he could. He tells them about the System and explains that it probably sent him here thinking OGLBH would hurt him, thinking he was OGSQQ. Everything.

Eventually MQF and a bunch of other cultivators untangle SQQ from the System, letting his soul come back to his body but leaving that door open between his mind and OGLBH's.

From there I just have ideas I'd want to explore, some of my favorites:

-OGLBH finding out about Without a Cure and that SQQ isn't telling his Binghe about the easy fix and having to decide if he's going to spill the beans or not.

-Every time I think about what to do with SQH I wind up thinking about what would probably be a whole side fic of court wranglings, political assassinations and interspecies dating drama after SQH runs away to hide with MBJ when SQQ wakes up and goes "you're cursed too right?"

-Both Binghes and their Meng Mos coming along on SQQ's scenic tour of SJ's traumatic backstory (I just need SQQ to hug that little tea-soaked Binghe only for him to split into the two older Binghes because when they entered this memory both of them inhabited the baby Binghe's avatar)

- The whole sect deciding that actually LBH is their half demon son and none of the other sects better even look at him funny. (The biggest reason for this might be SQQ waking up from being cursed and immediately threatening to kill everyone in the room and then himself if anything happens to LBH even though he can't even sit up. Also like, the kid's been crying nonstop for days now, not exactly scary demon behavior. Kid needs a hug and some juice)

-A very fraught conversation when OGLBH gets out of the Abyss where he tells SQQ he's going back to the mountain and SQQ refuses to ask him not to kill everyone because he knows exactly what OGLBH suffered at the hands of those alternate versions of the people SQQ loves.

-Every now and the the Binghes just meet up to hiss at each other like angry cats

#svsss #svsss au #luo bingmei #luo bingge #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #thank you for reading my rambling

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rametarin · 1 day ago

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The hyper-criticality was always the point. It was always dressed up in trendy "queer"ness, because those same people are the ones that beat the drums so hard to make "queerness" a cultural thing. It was never about the queers, it was about the tribalism and the romance of being a minority special club with special considerations and needs.

'Queer media' was always about providing a micro-cultural outlet for these types to shepherd and dictate invisibly from the ivory tower. It was never about having "diverse" media, it was about media with a shield made of a dilema; does the person strike the shield to get to what's controlling it, and hurt an LGBTQ person, seeming like an anti-LGBTQ? Or, do they avoid striking it at all so as not to bring down the trap on their heads?

It was always about begging the questions they wanted asked and to get other people to roll out the red carpet for their extremist views, and have the entire counter-culture pick each other apart over ideological purity, and overcompensate to constantly meet this constantly shifting and moving targets, where just as soon as something goes mainstream and queer, it isn't treated like a hero for long before some academic writes a paper about how racist, how sexist, how queerphobic society is, and how that beloved piece of queer media enabled and assisted the unsophisticated dregs of an evil and sick society "appropriate" queerness as trendy and further insult it by trying to accommodate it, and vaguepost about how figures like Rebecca Sugar may as well be traitors to the cause for their both offensive and "missed opportunities" for queer things. Simultaneously saying they did too much and not enough of all the right and wrong things, making them an enemy, not an ally. Old meat to throw under the bus.

You can never please the critics that comes from things from a vaguely or unstated ideological bend. The harpies choosing to selectively interpret your special group's media based on their academic views will always see anything in mainstream society as wrong or detrimental, and just 2-3 years later, invent new lines in the sand making something an unforgivable faux pas to make it, "an unfortunate product of its time," and thus to be ashamed of it and insufficient.

And you'll see the same thing happen as they desperately try to make being non-binary as revolutionarily radical a thing as being transgendered was during the era where homo and bisexuality was trying to get acceptance.

Thanks to the internet and the wide distribution of knowledge of academic texts and decades of radical bullshit and conspiracy, however, tomorrow's kids will have faster turnaround between those playing with the new wave like it's actuall a radical new way of thinking, before realizing it's just the next wave of a culturally creeping exploitation and drop it like we dropped TERFs and radical feminism of yore.

You won't get media with messier, more nuanced, more realistic queer characters if you keep flying off the handle the second a fictional character has sex, does drugs, swears too much, or acts vaguely like an asshole.

You won't get more diverse queer media with wider stories if you can't handle it when queer artists make art that is raunchy, crude, edgy, and gross.

You won't get more diverse queer media if you shut everything down the second it does something you, personally, get squicked out by.

You will never get more diverse queer media if you contribute to the way queer media is picked apart, raked over the coals, and held to unreasonably high standards.

You will never get what you want if you keep tearing queer artists down for their weird experimental art instead of learning how to say, "this isn't for me, that's fine, and I'll be over here in my own space."

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fuck-customers · 5 hours ago

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This is technically a fuck-customers even though it wasn't technically our customer, which was in fact the whole problem.

This person calls in ranting about her digital downloads not working. Problem: we don't sell digital downloads. at all. nothing we sell *can* be downloaded, we only sell actual physical items. I tell the person she's called the wrong store, she just starts explaining louder and slower that the download won't work.

"Ma'am, you must have bought these somewhere else, this is [business] we don't sell downloads."

"I just need them sent to me again! They're not working!"

"I'm sorry, I can't resend the files because they didn't come from [business], we don't sell digital downloads."

"Then transfer me to someone who CAN help! I bought these and they don't work!"

"Ma'am there's no one here I can transfer you to, this is [business] we don't sell any downloads you didn't buy them from us."

"Then what number do I need to call, I PAID for these and I can't open them!"

No luck trying to explain there are literally thousands of places online she might have bought downloads and I have zero way of knowing where she bought them or who she should call. Finally, even though this is not at all my job, talked her through pulling up the order confirmation email and reading the business name, which was not at all similar to ours, and told her that's who she needed to call and she STILL didn't understand that it was an entirely different company, I couldn't just transfer her to their phone.

She hung up acting like I was either stupid or deliberately unhelpful, even though we're specifically not supposed to try to talk people through how to use their computer beyond navigating our own website and I stretched the rules to try to help her figure out who to call.

Some people need their internet shopping privileges revoked.

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himbodruid · 13 hours ago

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Taking a break from Sylus fics to give yall some Zayne!

Zayne x Reader

Intended for 18+ readers. MINORS DNI.

Desperate -:- clothed sex -:- angst -:- possessive Zayne (kinda) -:- Zayne loses control (but not of his evol)

Desperation in Yearning

There was a certain excitement that came with danger, an addictive rush of adrenaline. Maybe that was why you kept throwing yourself into missions that could end in your death. Or maybe it was some sort of misguided sense of survivor’s guilt, seeing as you’d been quite literally throwing yourself into your work for the last 14 years. Since the explosion. Since your world came raining down in a rain of ash and embers.

Your bags were almost packed, even though the shuttle wasn’t leaving for another several days. Captain Jenna had given you and the rest of the deployment team a few days off in order to prepare for the arduous journey, but you felt unsettled. You needed to move. To do something other than hurry up and wait.

Cooking was a nice way to distract yourself, even if you weren’t very good at it. What you made was edible at least, if not very creative.

A hurried knock on your door returned you to reality on that first night, and you looked up with brows drawn down. You weren’t expecting any visitors, and the stirfry you’d been disassociating over was almost done (note: probably burnt actually). Shaking your head, you removed the pan from the heat and killed the stove so you wouldn’t start a fire in your distraction.

Zayne was there on the other side of the door. He was out of breath, as if he’d run straight from Akso Hospital. He also looked…angry, and you ushered him inside.

“Doctor Zayne? What’s going on? Is something wrong?”

He took a moment to compose himself. It was almost disturbing to see the usually unflappable Doctor Zayne in such a state, and you feared the worst.

“When were you going to tell me,” he demanded. His usually even voice held the slightest of tremors, and you didn’t understand why. His eyes held an intensity to them that made you look anywhere but his face.

“What do you mean? Tell you about what?” He sat heavily in a stool at your breakfast bar and you put a hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch.

“When were you going to tell me that you’re leaving?”

“Oh. That.” You still didn’t understand why it was such a big deal to him. It was just like any other away mission before. You always texted him when you were heading out and he wished you a safe return. And then when you returned, the two of you would go out to dinner together. You always celebrated your wins with him, mourned the losses with him.

“Were you just going to send me some off-hand text again? Letting me know you’d be leaving and then leave me in radio silence for weeks on end? Leave me wondering if everything was going okay, if you were safe- alive, even?”

He stood and punctuated his words by crowding you against the counter. His hazel eyes held a predatory glint to them, a look you were so unused to in his regularly smooth expression. He wasn’t one to wear his emotions easily, and you always struggled to read him. Even now, when he had you pinned at your counter, you couldn’t figure out what he was so upset over.

“Doctor Zayne, it’s fine. I do stuff like this all the time, it’s part of my job.”

His hand slammed down on the counter, making you jump. “Purposefully throwing yourself in harm’s way is not part of the job, not when you constantly do it to the point of self-destruction!”

You stared up at him, eyes wide in wonder. His face was flush and you thought you could read despair in his expression. This was a man that was always calm, cool, and collected, and yet here he was losing his temper at you.

“I…didn’t think of it that way. I’m sorry,” you say to him, trying to appease him so he would relax. But your words only seemed to fuel his frustration even more.

“That’s the problem. You never seem to think,” he whispered, the tremble in his voice more prominent now.

“Zayne,” you say, dropping his title in favour of your friendship. “What’s all this about? I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this. Please, help me understand.”

He blew out a shaky breath and let his head drop to your shoulder. You froze. It’s not that you didn’t see Zayne as a man, it’s that you always thought he never saw you as a woman. You thought maybe he only ever saw you as a trouble-making younger sibling, seeing as you had been friends with him since childhood. But here he was, face buried in your neck while he struggled to maintain his composure.

“I’m tired of watching the woman I love run head-long into danger,” he said quietly. “And not knowing if you’re safe is a special kind of torture I wouldn’t wish on anyone.”

You felt your heart shudder at his admission. Oh how you’ve been so stupid, so blind to his true feelings. The only credit you could give yourself is that Zayne wasn’t the best at portraying what he felt, and you were even worse at picking up social cues.

Your mind dug through all of your memories with him. How he would always seem to hug you a little longer than necessary when you came home. How he would always use one excuse or another to call and check up on you. How his demeanor went from cold and distant to warm and welcoming as time passed. The clues were there all along, you just never picked up on them. Or you assumed they were just a natural progression of friendship.

“Zayne, I-“ you didn’t know what to say. How to finish that sentence. You felt like you were in shock and you didn’t know what to do. He lifted his head from your shoulder slowly, bringing those damnably beautiful eyes up to bore into your very soul.

“I hate not knowing if you’ll survive the next mission that takes you away from me. I hate not being able to clear my schedule fast enough to go alongside you as a medic. And I hate the very idea of losing you to your own stubbornness.”

With that, he leaned forward and his lips captured yours. It was hesitant at first, testing, but the last remnants of his control snapped when you returned the kiss in equal measure. He coaxed your mouth open with ease and plunged his tongue in to tangle with yours. He poured all his desperation into you in that single point of contact, his hand coming up to grasp the back of your head to hold you in place.

When he finally broke away to let you have some air, his face was flush with all that was left unsaid. His eyes pleaded with you, his breath mingled with yours. He searched you for the same kind of yearning he bore to you. And when your gaze flicked to his mouth and back to his eyes with a soft sigh, he knew he had his answer.

He hauled you up against him, holding you as close as he possibly could as if that act alone could prevent you from leaving him. As if that alone would keep you by his side and out of danger forever. But it was that threat of danger that made desperation all the more prominent, all the more sweeter.

Zayne carried you to your bedroom without hesitation and without trouble, as though you weighed nothing more than the pen he carried in his lab coat every day at work. Your legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his broad shoulders on instinct, hiking up the skirt you wore and exposing yourself to his chill touch. He plopped down on the corner of your mattress with you straddling his lap, not even taking a moment to break the kiss. You rocked your hips against him, lost to his every touch that drove you deeper into a needy mess.

You hated admitting it, but you knew that this is what you’ve been craving for so long. The realization that you were waiting for him to make a move so that your passion wouldn’t scare the normally reserved doctor away. Zayne was letting go of all those reservations and it was the single most attractive thing you ever experienced.

He devoured you. Touched you. The noises he made shot right to your core and your own noises rose to respond to him. The chill of his hands sent shivers dancing through you. You could feel the length of him hardening beneath you, responding resolutely to the grind of your core against him. One of his large hands found your thigh, smoothing along your skin until he was at your hip and his thumb ran along the edge of your underwear. You were subconsciously glad you wore lace, but it didn’t really matter when you were lost to him. And, gods, the cold metal of his watch pressing into your hot skin did something unspeakable to you.

The pad of his thumb pressed against your clit, making lazy circles as his tongue continued to battle with yours. You couldn’t stop the moan you released into his mouth, but the noise only seemed to goad him further. He absorbed the sounds you made and became drunk off you.

And then you were suddenly pinned underneath him. One hand held your wrists above your head while those elegant fingers of the other dipped into your slicked folds. When he found you wet and wanting, he groaned into your neck. He curled those fingers inside you, eliciting a gasp as he put pressure in the perfect place. You bucked your hips against his hand, chasing the release he was so graciously gifting you.

And when you fell over the edge, you breathed his name into the air like a chanting prayer. Your body arched into him involuntarily and your hands grasped at whatever they could while still restrained.

But Zayne wasn’t done with you. He was far from it.

He removed his fingers from you, bringing them up to inspect the result of your climax still slicked between them. And then he looked you in the eye, muttering ‘beautiful’ before he stuck those fingers in his mouth and savored the taste of you with a moan. And something about that damn watch on his wrist while he did it.

And, fuck, he still wasn’t done torturing you.

The buckle of his belt was loosened and his cock freed from his pants with hardly an effort. He did it all with one hand while still pinning your wrists together above your head. You wanted so badly to touch him, but all you could do was wrap your legs around his hips as his narrow hips nestled between your thighs. And then your underwear was brushed aside and his cock slicked against your folds, a gentle, testing nudge at first. Then pushing further at your moaned pleas.

You all but begged him to fuck you roughly like you wanted, and still he took the time to make sure your petite body could accommodate his size without hurting you. And, oh how he filled you. It was more than you could have ever dreamed, and still he remained infuriatingly still inside you while his mouth worked at yours with promises of what was to come.

You flexed your walls on him in silent revenge, and he hissed a moan into your mouth with an involuntary forward jerk of his hips. And that’s all it took for the dam to break on his control.

Before you knew it, he was slamming into you with reckless abandon, so hard you swore you could feel yourself being moved across your bed. His hand finally released yours and all you could do was cling to him while he basically folded you in half, trying to somehow get even deeper than he already was. His grunts, moans, whimpers were diffused by him burying his face in your neck. You chanted his name into the open air, punctuating it by kisses and bites against whatever skin of his neck and chest you could access.

He hooked his arms underneath your knees, giving himself the most access he could while he pistoned in and out of you like a madman. Every thrust slammed against that sweet spot in your core and you came undone around him more times than you could count before he’d even gotten close to his end. Each climax that swept through you was more intense than the last until you were all but screaming his name.

“So damn…good,” he grunted, his pace increasing as his own orgasm finally neared. His sounds were no longer muffled by your neck or mouth. He let his own pleasured cries rise with yours as he continued making a mess of the both of you. His words became incoherent as he lost himself to the rapture.

Zayne slammed so, so impossibly deep into you with a sound that came out like a mix between a shout and a moan. His climax steamrolled through him so thoroughly that all he could do was jerk his hips while trembling in your hold. Your walls quivered around his cock once more, milking him as he flooded you with his cum.

Zayne collapsed atop you, a sweating panting mess. You realized that the both of you were still fully clothed, so caught up in your frenzied coupling that you didn’t even take time to undress. You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be embarrassed at the madness that’d taken over the both of you. Especially when he was still shifting his hips in micro-thrusts that made you realize that he was still hard inside you.

Everything about this encounter sent a thrill through you, and it was something you would never forget. Though, your mind went blank when he suddenly rode you through overstimulation only to jolt you both through an unexpected mutual orgasm. His cock twitched and pulsed inside you as another deluge of cum filled you. And your body was all too eager to take him in. If it weren’t the sensations of his cock inside you, you were almost certain the sounds he was making would have sent you over the edge again. Or even the contrast of his cold hands on your heated skin.

It felt all too soon, but he pulled from you with a long moan. He kissed you and put his forehead against yours in an action so tender that it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured to you with an embarrassed smile. “That’s not exactly how I imagined that would go.”

“Yeah?” You chuckled. “How was it supposed to go?”

“Slow and sweet. Definitely not horny and wild while clothed,” he grumbled. You couldn't help but look down and grinned when you saw the mess the both of you had made against his nice black trousers.

“Why not show me how it was meant to be?” You ventured. That soft smile of his played across his face as he leaned in and kissed you.

He proceeded to demonstrate what his first idea had been. Soft, slow, and sweet, bringing the both of you to climax over and over. He worshipped your body in a multitude of ways and you were grateful, then, for the days off that Jenna had given you. Because, aside from going home for a change of clothes and picking up some take out, Zayne hardly left your bed until it was time for you to go.

He walked you to the shuttle while trying to stoically hide the devastation in his eyes. Other hunters were already boarding the vehicle, but you turned to face him while your luggage was loaded, drawing him into a tight hug.

“I promise to be more mindful of missions in the future,” you say to him. You lean up in his embrace and kiss him in full view of anyone that cared to look. You knew there would be relentless teasing from Tara, but you didn’t care.

“After all, I have someone at home to look forward to now.”

#zayne smut #zayne x you #doctor zayne #lnds zayne #l&ds zayne #lads zayne #dr zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne x reader #lads fic #lads #lads smut #lads x reader #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace

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strwberri-milk · 2 days ago

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same anon who asked whether or not I can request for two characters from different fandoms. Since you’ve confirmed that I can, I’d like to request for Wriothesley + Sylus

This is something I suffer with personally, so that explains why I wanted to see what you think they’d do. Basically, reader has severe separation anxiety and abandonment issues. They think it’s just ‘clinginess’ at first but then they start realising how abnormal this ‘clinginess’ is when they have to leave reader to attend something important and reader desperately clinging onto them. They quickly realise what’s actually going on and it gets to a point where they’re scared of leaving reader alone at home because they’re worried she might end up hurting herself.

Sorry if I was too detailed. You can skip over the details and just write them with a GN or fem reader that has separation anxiety. Thank youu! 💕

i get this bc i also have bad abandonment issues but also i do reccoemend that you try to talk to people you're worried about leaving you more transparently and seeing if you can get some more security in your relationships/try to untrain yourself from the assumption that you'll be left because as im sure you know this constant dread is very exhausting but i promise you people arent going to abandon you that easily - i didnt want to go into details about reader hurting themseleves bc once things get to that point relationships can become toxic and im not a big fan of stuff like that at the moment!!

Sylus doesn't realise just how clingy you are until the twins and Mephisto report it to him when he goes on his business trip. You had a hard time letting him go but he thought that was you playing with him and being dramatic so he brushed it off. You're grown, and he knows that despite how needy you are you'd be fine by yourself. Or at least he thought you would be.

When he comes home you refuse to let him out of your sight, or if he does need to leave you're blowing up his phone. He doesn't mind showering you in attention but he's also worried for you, not wanting to make you feel as though he's going to randomly just leave you one day.

He spends his days subtly implying to you that he isn't leaving you that easily. He doesn't say anything to you about how he suspects you're having some problems with abandonment, simply deciding to make it so that you don't have to doubt his feelings for you. He never ends a conversation without reminding you how much he loves you, texts you whenever he's going to be running late, and makes an effort to reach out whenever he's thinking about you (which is pretty much all the time). Slowly but surely you gain confidence in him at the very least, making it a little easier for you to let him leave for longer periods of time.

Wriothesley clocks it pretty quickly, noting how you can't handle it when he tries to go on patrols and with help from Sigewinne who points it out when he's trying to figure out what's wrong with you. Rather than taking a passive approach he "confronts" you head on, telling you what he thinks and asking if he's right. It takes you a second but you decide to nod, admitting that his assumption is indeed correct.

He takes the information in slowly, mind beginning to come up with ways he can try and help alleviate this burden you feel. He asks you what the best ways to assuage your doubt would be, what sorts of things he can do to make you feel less anxious when he's gone. He knows he could be better at communicating with you when he's off on longer jobs, trying to find some middle ground for the two of you to sit on so he can both get work done and keep you happy.

You aren't sure what to make of it at first, finding things a little overwhelming with how anxious you are. However, thanks to his consistency you can feel yourself relaxing, the fear of separation and abandonment no longer hanging over your head as heavily.

#sylus x reader #l&ds sylus x reader #lads sylus x reader #wriothesley x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #l&ds x reader #lads x reader #love and deepspace x reader

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real-isaac-clarke · 1 day ago

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1. Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

I personally call myself nonhuman, if I refer to my nonhumanity at all. I only really use alterhuman as an umbrella term for myself; it's not something I awakened to, or have ever felt awkward for. At least right now, I'm not human.

2. What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

Fused-to-armor and living action figure. I just happen to also be Isaac Clarke; less as a type and more of who I inherently am. When I was still forming, one of the materials in the metaphorical headmate printer was an Enderman, so that's why my RIG glows purple.

3. Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

Nope. Depending on the definition one uses, I'm either always in a shift or never in a shift. I'm a non-canon version of Isaac, but I am him, so I act like him.

4. How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

Trying to engage in my old hobbies (welding, wiring, construction, some other general engineering work). Doesn't work well, but I like learning about them when I can.

That, and... Okay, this might sound funny. But I also experience it by being attracted to people who're like Nicole. Just about everyone in the system has a type, and apparently mine is my fiancee.

5. What do you think of the community?

I try not to judge as a whole, you're gonna meet bad apples everywhere. That being said, fuck Therian Territory (not for the reasons you might think either. Those too, but holy shit they're fatphobic. Violently and oppressively so.) If you're alterhuman and fat, go anywhere but there.

6. What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

Knowing I'm not the only Dead Space alterhuman out there. Engaging with my source helps a lot too.

7. Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

Yeah, but on a really low level. This body bothers me; in my source I was fused to my RIG through some... unpleasant but thankfully unintentional events, making me technically part Necromorph. I really want my suit back.

8. What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

Form your own opinions and don't be afraid to be wrong about your types. Practice thinking with your mind and heart together, and don't be afraid to piss some people off - though that's the life advice we'd give in general.

10. Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

It's because I'm part of a system. Everyone who gets introjected in our system usually gets some form of nonhumanity attributed to them.

Fun fact, we don't actually have a host; Marlin is just the default. We belong to the subconscious itself, not any particular alter, and are all whole people, not parts of one.

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

#Alterhuman #Technically stolen from gay4carver #I know I can come off flat but you genuinely have no idea how happy I am to meet other Dead Space fictives/kins/otherwise connected #Ask Game

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heejamas · 2 days ago

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nicest guy: 7. the aftermath

word count: ~2.6k words

warnings: profanity, sexual jokes, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, jake and hoon hate each other, puking, hangover, crowded party

Every time you had to go to a party, you hated the feeling of it. It wasn’t really because you didn’t like the people – even though you're an introvert, you're the type of person who can hold a casual banter. It wasn’t even because you hated the loud music or the drinking. You love good music and a night of heavy liquor. You just preferred doing all those things (hanging out with your friends, drinking, and listening to music) from the comfort of your own home.

But this time, things seemed different. Sure, the party was super crowded, drunk people everywhere, people bumping into you, people judging your looks. But you were actually having a good time with your friends. That is, until Woonhak sent you that message.

“He did what?!” Sunoo gasped, eyes wide.

“Apparently, he tried to sneak in... and now he’s stuck,” you said, setting your phone down and taking a final sip of your drink before storming out.

“In the bushes?” Giselle asked, raising an eyebrow. “What the hell is wrong with this kid? Jesus…”

“Do you need help?” Sunoo asked, gripping your shoulders before you left.

“Nah, I’m good,” you replied with a small smile, then burst out laughing. “God, why is he like this...”

What you didn’t know was that Sunghoon had been eyeing you all night. He wasn’t sure how to make it sound casual, but he really wanted to get closer to you. His friendship with Jungwon meant a lot to him, so naturally, he wanted to be tight with his twin sister too, just like Jay was. But there was something about you that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He thought you were funny—everyone thought that. But this was the first time he’d seen you up close for more than a few minutes, like those brief encounters in the college hallways when you bumped into Jungwon. Tonight, though, you were way closer. Still, you hadn’t said a word to each other besides "hey” or "how are you” or “this drink is pretty strong”.

So, after downing about 8 or 9 beers and a couple of vodka shots, he figured it was definitely a good idea to talk to you. And then you stormed out. But even then, he still thought it was a great idea to try and help you with whatever was going on.

Only did he know that your cousin - your underage cousin - was trying to sneak into an already crowded party and got trapped in the bushes outside the house.

Sunghoon rushed toward you as you made your way outside. He bumped into you, causing his beer to splash all over the floor—and a little bit on your shoes. “Sorry, sorry! I’m so sorry, Y/n,” he mumbled, clearly tipsy.

“That’s alright,” you laughed at him. “Why aren’t you with Jungwon?” you asked, since you had just seen him a minute ago chatting with Jay and your brother.

“I—I saw you storming out, and I thought you might need help with something.” He looked down at the alcohol stains on his shirt, trying to clean them off with no luck.

“And your drunk ass is going to help me, huh?” You chuckled. “Alright, let’s go outside.”

Sunghoon followed you, even though he had no idea what was going on. And honestly, neither did you. You weren’t sure why you accepted his help. Your friends had offered to come along, but you turned them down. Still, there was something about Sunghoon that made him fun to be around—even if he was drunk as hell. And, yeah… you thought he was kind of cute. Dangerously cute, considering he was one of your twin brother’s best friends.

The moment you stepped outside the house, Sunghoon leaned against a column on the balcony, eyes closed.

“Are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer and gently placing your hand on his shoulder. “I can grab you some water.”

“No, no need,” he muttered, his eyes still shut. He took a deep breath, opened his eyes, and suddenly found himself staring at you. You were standing there, looking up at him with your hand on his shoulder, offering help in the sweetest way possible. You looked cute as hell.

His best friend's twin sister looking cute as hell.

Sunghoon quickly got to his feet, stepping back from you like he just realized he was getting too close to danger. “Thanks, though. So, where are we going?”

You thought it was weird how he moved away so suddenly, but then again—he was wasted.

“So… do you know Woonhak?” you asked, to which he nodded.

“Well, he tried to sneak into the party, and now he’s stuck in the bushes. So we’re going to help him out.”

He blinked at you, clearly trying to process your words, but his drunk brain was too busy thinking about how cute you looked to focus on anything else.

Sunghoon followed you as you walked around the side of the house, looking for any sign of your cousin hiding in the bushes. Yeonjun’s frat house was massive—basically a mansion. People were still pouring in, and the party was getting way more packed than it had any right to be.

You pulled out your phone to text Woonhak and ask where the hell he was. That’s when Sunghoon placed a hand on your shoulder. He mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch, so you turned to face him.

“What was that?”

“I’m gonna…”

And then it happened.

He threw up right beside you. Your shoes were instantly soaked in vomit.

You were in shock. You had no idea what to do. Sunghoon was mumbling at you, but your brain was way too foggy from the unpleasant surprise.

“Fuck, Y/n. I-I’m so…” And then he threw up again. This time, right on a bush.

“Oh. My. God.” You heard a familiar voice from the bushes. “Is that puke? What the fuck! Oh my God, I’m gonna barf.”

“Woonhak?!” you yelled, still in disbelief. “Is that you?”

“Y/n?!” your cousin shouted back. “What the hell, dude?!”

“I’m with Sunghoon, he came to help. But, uh… he’s feeling sick.” You watched Sunghoon flop onto the grass next to you, yanking off his jacket. “What are you doing?!”

“I’m gonna clean your shoes.” Sunghoon mumbled, placing his jacket on your shoes and attempting to wipe them off, with zero luck.

“No, Sunghoon, you don’t have to—“ You stood there, frozen, watching the mess unfold. You leaned into him, grabbed his arms, and awkwardly pulled him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

He draped his arms over your shoulder, but he was way heavier than you expected. By now, you had already abandoned your shoes, and you yelled back at your cousin, still stuck in the bushes.

“Woonhak, I’ll get someone else to pull you outta there! Hold on!”

Woonhak yelled back, clearly pissed off by your response. But you were way too focused on not gagging from the smell of vomit to even care about what your cousin was saying.

You stumbled into the house with Sunghoon slumped against your shoulder, and, by some miracle, you found a bathroom that wasn’t already occupied. The house was packed, and it was starting to feel a little claustrophobic. As you made your way to the bathroom, you had to elbow your way through the crowd—people giving you weird looks as the smell of vomit followed you and Sunghoon like a shadow.

And of course, one of those people was Jake. The college quarterback, who had a major crush on you and hated Sunghoon with a burning passion.

But Jake didn’t even notice you were the one carrying Sunghoon. He was way too focused on finding yourself in the crowd. When you bumped into him, he didn’t even register it was you—he was too busy trying to spot you through the sea of drunk college students. Not that he wasn’t tipsy himself, but he wasn’t Sunghoon-level wasted yet. He was just tipsy enough to be a mess.

“Still haven’t found her?” Niki asked, handing Jake another round of beer in a red solo cup.

“Nope,” Jake muttered, taking a sip and continuing his search.

“What are you gonna do if you actually find her, though?” Heeseung chimed in. “I mean, you see her around all the time, and yeah, she texted you out of nowhere, but you still don’t have the guts to actually talk to her.”

Jake shot Heeseung a look. “You’re saying way too much for someone who can’t even text in English.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes. “Whatever, dude. You’re gonna be drooling over her for the rest of your life if you don’t do something.”

Jake knew Heeseung was right. He’d had a crush on you for way longer than he could remember, but he never actually talked to you. At this point, he was pretty sure you didn’t even know what he looked like. And that was kind of shocking, because Jake was the starting quarterback. Everyone knew Jake. Hell, even your cousin Woonhak was practically fangirling over him. So the fact that you didn’t give a shit about him had Jake way more intrigued than he probably should’ve been. And, just to make things worse, you looked hot as hell.

“Alright, I’m gonna wash my face for a bit,” Jake muttered, turning away from his friends and heading for the nearest bathroom—the one you and Sunghoon had just entered.

The door wasn’t locked, so Jake swung it open without a second thought—only to freeze when he saw what was happening. There you were, standing at the sink, trying (and failing) to clean Sunghoon’s shirt while he sat on the toilet, bare-chested and totally wasted.

Jake was stunned. He couldn’t even process what he was seeing. You—his ultimate crush—with his nemesis, sitting half-naked and drunk as hell, right beside you.

“Can I help you?” you asked, clearly a little annoyed, as Jake stood there, completely frozen, staring at you.

“Sorry, I just…” Jake mumbled, his words stumbling over each other. “Sorry, I’ll leave.” Then he slammed the door shut, still in shock.

He leaned against the bathroom door, trying to process what he’d just seen. You were just cleaning his shirt, he thought. There was the overwhelming smell of vomit in the air, so Jake had connected the dots. Still, he felt this annoying twinge of jealousy. Not because Sunghoon was puking and you were helping him out, no. It was because Sunghoon was close to you. And Jake hated that.

“You look like you just saw a ghost,” Beomgyu said when Jake finally rejoined his friends.

“I did. I saw Sunghoon,” Jake muttered, taking a long gulp of his beer.

“So what? You see him at practice all the time.”

“I saw him with Y/n. In the bathroom. Just now,” Jake practically whispered, like he was sharing a dark secret.

“Oh.” Beomgyu and Heeseung’s eyes went wide. “In the bathroom? Doing what?”

“She was cleaning his shirt, I guess. He was sitting naked on the toilet,” Jake sighed.

“Naked?!” All his friends gasped in unison. Jake was already drowning in stress and embarrassment.

“Half-naked. I think he got sick or something. It smelled awful in there. She was probably just helping him out.” He snorted. “I swear to God, we have practice on Monday. Is he seriously going to show up hungover like that?”

Jake didn’t stop to think about the fact that he himself had been drinking. But right now, all he could focus on was how pissed he was that you—his ultimate crush—were stuck with his nemesis. He needed to blame someone, and Sunghoon was as good a target as any.

Meanwhile, you had already called Jungwon to help you out. He said he’d get Woonhak out of the bushes and suggested you and Sunghoon head out of the house since it was getting way too crowded.

So, you agreed. Now, you were sitting on the balcony with Sunghoon beside you—completely wasted, his shirt half-dry, half-wet, while you were barefoot and trying not to look like a mess. And, in the midst of all this chaos, there was just one thought running through your mind: I should’ve stayed home.

“I’m so… so sorry, Y/n,” Sunghoon mumbled, barely getting the words out as he leaned heavily against the wall. His face was pale as he’d just emptied his entire stomach.

“It’s fine. These things happen,” you replied, trying to steady your breathing and avoid focusing too much on the situation.

“No, really.” His gaze met yours, his eyes soft and unfocused, and despite everything, you found yourself noticing how round and gentle they looked. “You never come to these parties… I feel like I ruined it for you.”

“You didn’t,” you reassured him. “You were just trying to help.” You weren’t sure if Sunghoon was the type to cry when he drank too much, but you figured it was better not to find out.

“I just wanted to get closer to you,” he admitted quietly, the words broken up by a hiccup.

You handed him the cup of water you’d brought over, watching as he accepted it like it was some grand gesture. The vulnerability in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed.

“Why?” you asked softly.

“Because Jay’s close to you, and he’s not your brother's BFF. I am.” His expression twisted into a slight pout, and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh.

“Right,” you said, giving his knee a gentle pat. “But I think you’re more like Jungwon’s best friend, Sunghoon.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

You smiled, knowing he probably wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow—and honestly, you hoped he wouldn’t. You just wanted to him not feel so bad aboud the fact that he just threw up at your shoes.

At this point, Jake had fully committed to getting obliterated tonight. So, he and Heeseung knocked back a couple of vodka shots and decided to light up a joint on the balcony. As they stepped outside, Jake was on a mission to find a quiet corner, but then he saw you again. With Sunghoon. This time, he wasn’t half-naked, but that didn’t stop Jake from being pissed.

Without thinking, Jake stormed off, leaving Heeseung standing there, completely baffled by what was going on with his best friend.

“Is he bothering you?” Jake snapped, glaring down at you and Sunghoon. His eyes flicked to your bare feet. “You need shoes? I can get Yeonjun to grab you some.”

“No, he’s not bothering me. And no, thanks,” you shot back, annoyed.

Jake realized then that he had definitely had more to drink than he could handle. And seeing you with Sunghoon like that? Not helping.

“Well, because he’s always bothering. He’s gonna show up at practice on Monday hungover, and gonna mess everything up,” Jake mumbled, drunk as a skunk.

“What?!” You stared at him, incredulous. “You’re gonna be just as hungover on Monday! Why are you beefing on him like that?”

“Is he your friend?” Jake asked, slurring the words a little too much.

“Well, no—” You started to answer, but then someone screamed from the front of the house.

“The cops are coming!”

Panic spread like wildfire. Everyone started running around like chickens, and when you tried to help Sunghoon stand, you got hit with another surprise.

Jake. Threw. Up.

This time, not on you.

But on Sunghoon’s feet.

You froze. Is this real life? You thought. Are the introvert Gods punishing me for turning down a quiet Mario Kart night and takeout?

Your brain kicked into survival mode. You grabbed Sunghoon and Jake, half-dragging them toward a room. As you tried to remember where the hell Woonhak was, you spotted a basement door. Without missing a beat, you ran toward it.

You flung open the door, dragged the two of them inside, and Sunghoon collapsed on the bed and passed out immediately.

The room was clearly a student’s lair—posters of bands you’d never heard of and manly stuff you couldn’t care less about, but whatever. You had bigger problems.

Jake, meanwhile, had found a trash can and was busy making sure it was filled to the brim with his own vomit. You stood there, completely stunned, trying to process the insanity. Your brother’s best friend was face down on a random bed, unconscious. The college quarterback who hated Sunghoon’s guts was puking into someone else’s trash can. You were barefoot, in a party you never wanted to be at, with cops outside because the place was literally bursting at the seams.

And oh yeah, your cousin was still stuck in the bushes.

Was he? Did Jungwon help him out?

And now, you were trapped in that basement. And you didn't know what to do.

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author's note: HEY GUYS this is the first pov i write, sorry this is longer than usual 😭 btw this is pure chaos and it happened something really similar to a friend of mine, believe it or not. anyways!! hope you guys enjoy it 🤍

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skullmoss · 2 days ago

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helluva boss really pisses me off, because every day it is more proof that vivziepop has no idea how to write female characters with their own lives and goals without having the anchor of a male character holding them down into the narrative.

the one female character with any actual nuance and care given in helluva boss is probably octavia, and she mostly serves as a plot device for her father. we don't know anything about her beyond what she represents to stolas. all conversations with her and about her revolve around stolas.

when a male character is present in a female character's life in helluva boss, the male character overshadows them and becomes the Main Person. stella is an antagonist, but once her brother is introduced he immediately takes over as an antagonist, leaving stella to be a lackey as opposed to an active villain with her own agenda and goals.

and millie has always been a problematic sticking point with the main cast of helluva boss, because she is so underdeveloped & underutilized compared to blitz & moxxie. she cannot exist separate from moxxie. the writing team for helluva boss clearly struggles to figure out what to do with millie outside of Wife. and it's at a point where it is entirely too late to reconcile and fix her role in the story without feeling like it's forced. knowing full well the prioritizing of male characters over female characters has cornered the helluva boss team into trying to acknowledge the 'millie problem' in a way where most people can tell they just...can't fix anymore.

so they give her an unplanned pregnancy/motherhood angst plot. and she is so underdeveloped and underutilized as a character, and the fandom is so hyperfocused on the male characters where they don't stop to think for five seconds about the female characters outside their relationship with their fave males, that some people think/theorize millie is upset because she cheated on moxxie, because the helluva boss fandom is so primed and groomed into simply not taking five seconds to try to understand why a female character feels a certain way unless they did wrong to their man.

there is a way to explore a lack of individual personhood and the anxiety of being pregnant and becoming a mother making that even more apparent for a character like millie, but the helluva boss writing team just does not function that way. i do not trust them with a pregnancy subplot just given the overall way they write and handle their female characters, shoving them into a corner where only the male characters can dig them out into relevancy before they get shoved aside once again. there is no agency.

#helluva boss critical #i keep up with this show as like. a sunk cost. i need to just stop watching but idk man.#so many people im friends with enjoy this garbage so i still have to see it even when i tune it out.#and when hazbin hotel s2 drops i just know im either gonna be bored to tears and lillith & eve wind up being so. dull.

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sootchild · 3 days ago

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So what is happening in your Blades in the Dark Game exactly? The Midnight Runners Specifically?

[Takes a deep breath in] OK so this is gonna take a bit.

Blades in the Dark: The Midnight Runners was run by my friend colinomicon on The Lost Caravan RPG twitch channel at the start of 2024. (You can find 3 out of 4 sessions on the youtube channel, sadly the 4th is lost to time and space.) The premise of the game was the 1979 film "The Warriors".

Where The Warriors leave their turf in Coney Island to take part in a meeting in uptown NY city called by the largest gang in the city. Things go south and The Warriors have to survive the night and get back to their turf whilst everyone thinks it is their fault things went wrong at the meeting. So our game followed that premise but with a bit more to it.

In our game The Midnight Runners is a small gang of drug producers/movers that specialize in "Blue Lips" a psychedelic mushroom that grows on corpses. It mimics the "going into the light" feeling people have in near death experiences, though untreated the shrooms cause actual death. The gang knows how to make the shrooms safe to consume and also how to make the purest high, so they corner the market on Blue Lips.

The members are (L to R)

Rust: The Cutter. The muscle of the group. Loves to fight and fuck, typically in that order.

Soda Pop: The Hound. Second in command and drug tester. Drinks a lot of soda pops, like so much. There is a post about her pre episode 4.

Cricket: The Lurk. "God's favourite child", an ex Blue Lips junkie and sneak thief. Likes having a place she feels she belongs and River.

River: The Whisper. She sees dead people and talks them into moving on which makes the Blue Lips high all the better. She likes stuff... she is insane but she likes Cricket.

Dexy. The Leader. Botanist, mother figure, the best of us all. GM NPC.

The gang got their invite to the big meeting called by The Unseen by crashing a big old fundraiser/ball at the Academy and getting everyone high as balls off Blue Lips that was added to the beef wellington and vegetarian dishes. As well as having smashed so many priceless antiquities and releasing some ghosts in the process.

There was a lot of downtime and flashbacks that happened in episodes 2 and 3 so I'd suggest checking out the videos that didn't get lost to time and space, cause I think we were entertaining and brilliant.

At the meeting (which they had to go to without any weaponry since a truce was called), all the leaders were called up to the stage to talk with the leader of The Unseen... Only for a bomb to go off. Killing a lot of the leaders, including Dexy. Dexy had been wearing a piece of pottery that served as a new calling card for the gang and that unfortunately survived the explosion and made everyone think that The Midnight Runners had set up the bomb.

Episode 4, which is sadly missing, was the gang trying to get back to Barrowcleft.

Dodging gangs and the police. Dangerously climbing under a bridge to bypass a barricade. Fighting Soda's old bounty hunter mentor who was trying to collect the bounty on them. Fighting a gang with a ghost toilet cover, River called up a useless ghost of a man that died on the toilet along with the ghost of his toilet. So Rust having no weapons armed himself with the cover from the ghost toilet and bashed a man's head in.

Getting back onto their boat to try to make it home, only for the mostly exploded leader of the Grinders, Marlo, sitting in the boat being a scary badass. Luckily talked her into not killing us all with her one good hand.

Got back to Barrowcleft only to find our hideout, the barn, on fire surrounded by cops. Decided, fuck it, we are going in live. Ends up that "Officer Muttonchops", a seemingly joke of a man, was the one that set up the bomb and pinned it on us... Soda shot him through the eye before he could get into his whole villain monologue. Everyone ran in swinging: River summoned a lightning storm, Rust punched his way through, Cricket armed herself with dynamite from some stashes, and Soda made her shots count.

In the end The Unseen showed up and ended the conflict. Apologizing for thinking we were to blame for the death of their leader and offered us reparations. We said we'd need a new hideout and since we needed new corpses for Blue Lips, we'd be taking the cops'.

That is how it went. Hope that answers your question.

#answer #blades in the dark #blades in the dark the midnight runners #the midnight runners #ttrpg #ttrpg art

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 days ago

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Hey sorry but could I change mine to Caine, Pomni, and Gummiegoo x reader who is actually an npc and has been hiding in the circus and has been lying about being a real person

Caine, Pomni, and Gummigoo x NPC!Reader who is hiding it

oooooohoooohooo including gummigoo in this is going to make this interesting notes: reader is gn and a npc, gummigoo is still struggling and just BARELY snuck past caine, youre in the same boat of just barely being able to get past him cws: none unless you include the constant dread of nearly being snapped back to your original state

CAINE

god it is so... nerve wracking... and its probably best that you try to limit your interactions with caine as much as you can out of fear that one day he might recognize you as an NPC-- youre kind of... screwed... if he actually takes a liking to you because that just means more interactions. more room for an error to tip him off to the truth

doesnt know why you go all clammy and weird around him and hes going to go snooping to try to figure out whats wrong... does he have something in his teeth...? cling onto anything you can to make him focus on that and believe thats the reason

it almost feels like being stuck in a quick time event when having a conversation with him because its sometimes hard to gauge how much he actually knows about whats going on- and theres been scares before where you think hes finally clicked the pieces together only to go on about something completely off topic

POMNI

shes almost as scared as you when caine is around- and shes unsure of if the others know youre an NPC too... she doesnt know if she can trust them not to rat you out... most wouldnt.. some might..

you both sit together and try to come up with some sort of plan- how to act around caine, a background cover up story... yeah yeah you just slipped in unnoticed while some chaos was going in- thats when you joined the digital world- you totally arent any code and youre a real person-

she gets so... very tense... whenever you interact one on one with caine, you can see her in the corner of her eye visibly freezing and staring at you- just about praying that you survive this encounter.... theres even more fear if this is a timeline where gummigoo didnt get poofed- because she wouldnt *know* what would happen to you... that adds to her fear,,,

GUMMIGOO

he just barely slipped by when pomni took him to the circus- how he managed to even do that is beyond him. he... doesnt take any chances being spotted and hides away in the circus, does his best not to get spotted out of fear that caine would notice him in an instant. he tries to urge you to do the same- youre playing an incredibly dangerous game wandering around like that

hes a bandit who fears nothing but his realization of his existence has left him shaken. hes not as fearless as he was before. hes filled with dread, and hes still reeling from the truth- and hes found comfort in you... youre... an NPC just like him, everything you knew was a lie too

and god hes going to make sure he can do whatever he can to keep you safe no matter the costs- if you two arent careful it may end in the both of you getting poofed and reset

#the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #amazing digital circus x reader #amazing digital circus x you #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #caine x reader #caine x you #tadc x reader #tadc x you #pomni x reader #pomni x you #gummigoo x reader #gummigoo x you #canon x reader #canon x you #x reader

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causeimcrayzeebee · 1 day ago

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oh my god ive been reminded of this time and time again recently so i need to talk about this cause it’s been kinda bothering me this week: i really don’t like when people talk about characters in fangans in terms of their ‘role’.

now first before i talk about it more, i wanna make a disclaimer that this isn’t that big of a deal, and if you happen to do this, don’t worry you’re not a bad person at all. it’s just something that has really annoyed me and id like to highlight, hopefully so at least a few people stop doing this.

i think a lot of fangan fandoms tend to jump to make everything like the original danganronpa series. this criticism applies to people comparing fangan characters to existing dr characters, but i think more people understand that that’s kinda shitty.

to use an example of what i mean exactly, after the eden’s garden prologue released, many people were saying that Wolfgang is the protagonist and Damon is the antagonist— this eventually became people saying the reverse, because that first statement is blatantly incorrect. a protagonist isn’t the “good person” of the story, a protagonist is the person you follow throughout the story, so they seem like a hero bc it’s from their perspective. Damon is, quite literally, the protagonist, even if he’s morally and ideologically different from past danganronpa protagonists. these terms have been warped to fit the kind of people the original games portrayed and lose their actual meaning.

many have also talked since chapter 1 saying that eva is the support, or kai or diana are gonna be the new support, and while it’s not necessarily wrong, as they all can play supportive roles, it just feels weird to me to push everyone into these parts of the danganronpa formula, if you will.

have i fallen into doing this? yes, i have. but now as my interest in mainline dr has faded and I’ve become more into fangans than anything, ive realized how much goes into making these fangans. yeah, it’s based off of the existing franchise, but that’s nothing but a mere prompt to get these incedibly talented people to tell the stories they want to tell! to keep pushing the chapter killer cliches, antagonist/protagonist/support stereotypes, etc, it feels like it diminishes the creativity and originality of many of these games/series/shows. it feels disrespectful to the people trying to tell their own stories- no one wants their hard work to be compared to another game yk?

it’s an overreliance on pushing characters into these roles to figure the narrative out and it doesn’t let them exist as their own self.

in the end, these are completely different stories with different characters and different perspectives behind the creation of it. it’s just unfair to compare fangans to the inspiration.

#fanganronpa #fangan #rant #sorry y’all this just pisses me off 😭#p:eg #project edens garden #we ballin n tagging Eden’s garden ig #other fangans have this too but I think it’s most prominent in p:eg rn

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power-rings · 2 days ago

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Like the Sun (ShadAmy)

Here's my take on a little fluffy Christmas!

It was quite busy at the bakery like everyone expected with Christmas in a few days, everyone was buying last-minute gifts for their loved ones, or quick bites before they continued with their shopping spree. By early afternoon, it slowly started to slow down, and all of us were able to restock some of our items. Refilling cups, plates, bowls, and checking inventory for baked goods. Amy had time to clean up the lobby area, sweeping, and wiping down any tables. She wiped her brow, and then walked towards the back of the counter when the bell at the door rang as some people walked in. Her coworker greeted them first, at the register. Behind them, stood a familiar dark hedgehog. Amy’s ears pricked up. It was rare for Shadow to enter the bakery… especially alone.

When their gaze met, Amy could have sworn after she smiled at him he actually returned the smile. It was ever so faint, but something about it made her heart flutter. She turned her attention back to her coworker who needed some assistance with fulfilling the new customer's order. They had asked for two dozen of their doughnuts, a dozen of their chocolate chip cookies, as well as two peppermint frappes that were a big hit with the holiday season. With the three of them, they were able to meet the customer's order and they left in glee of their sweet treats.

Amy’s attention went back to Shadow, who apparently was sitting down at the farest table with a laptop and a hot coffee. As another couple stepped in, Amy’s coworker approached her. “Hey, Ames. You can take your break now. I almost forgot.” She smiled sheepishly. Instead of clocking out for break right away, Amy helped her with the new guests real quick. She grabbed a quick bite, and made herself a caramel frappe.

Quietly, she approached Shadow’s table with the items in hand. “Hey.” She greeted him carefully. He barely looked up from his laptop, instead acknowledged her with a slight nod. “Want some company?” She glanced at the empty chair. He blinked before finally meeting her jade eyes.

“Go ahead.” Amy smiled and dropped down in the chair across from the dark hedgehog. She sipped on her coffee, and gave a sigh of content.

“Work-related stuff?” She gestured towards his laptop. He just simply gave her a nod. She went quiet, and started eating her “lunch” and glancing at her phone for any new messages or updates from social media.

Before she could get lost in the for-your-page TikTok videos; Shadow cleared his throat and then shut his laptop. “How’s work going?” He asked.

“Oh! Been very busy… “ she laughed nervously, “it’s going well though. I’m glad it’s been busy! I can’t stand slow days.” She took another sip of her frappe. “It’s weird seeing you here. Usually Rouge comes in and grabs somethin’.”

He gave a shrug, “I ran out of coffee at home.”

“Aww I thought you were just stopping by to see me.” Amy dramatically put a hand on her chest.

“Tch.”

“I did have a question though… since you’re here.” Amy tapped her chin, and smiled brightly at Shadow. “I’m having a Christmas party.. I wanted to see if you’d like to come.” It was nice to have his company during Thanksgiving last month, so she felt like it was appropriate to invite him to their Christmas gathering.

“...When?”

She giggled, “Christmas Eve, silly. Gonna try to stay up late watching Christmas movies altogether.. Eat way too much sugar.”

“I’ll think about it.”

Amy shrugged, she had figured Shadow wouldn’t say whether or not he was coming. “Sonic said it would have been a waste of time asking you.” She muttered.

“What…?”

“Oh… you heard that..” Amy smiled sheepishly at him, “yeah he thinks you wouldn’t enjoy it. I told him I’d invite you-”

“I’ll be there.”

Amy wasn’t quite sure if he just agreed to prove Sonic wrong, or what but at least he did agree to come. She smiled. “Wonderful! You don’t have to bring anything… so don’t worry about picking anything up!” Soon after some small talk, Amy went back to clock in and continue with the rest of her shift. Thankfully after such a busy day.. The cafe will be closed until after new years. She had last minute shopping to do, and some other errands to run. It was only a couple days until Christmas Eve and she had a lot to prepare for the holiday.

Christmas Eve…

It snowed! It was a perfect way to start the day and the snow kept falling until mid-day covering the ground, it had snowed enough to almost go past her knees. Granted she wasn’t very tall…

Her friends started piling in the cozy home. Shadow was the last one to show up, but Amy was quite relieved he had shown up nonetheless. For the next several hours, the evening was filled with her and her friends enjoying a pizza, cookies, brownies, and hot cocoa. Of course all the Christmas movies. From the classic films, to some of the newer films that they soon fell in love with. Several of her friends were scattered across the living room floor resting on cushions, inflatable mattresses, while some rested on the furniture in the room. After about 1AM, a lot of her friends had fallen asleep; including Shadow.

It wasn’t until about 3:30AM when she fell asleep.

There was a commotion in the kitchen that disturbed her from her sleep, nobody else stirred awake, but now she had to use the restroom. Quickly, she went to the spare bathroom down the hallway before making her way towards the kitchen. The light wasn’t on so she could only make out an outline of a familiar figure. She reached for the lightswitch. She could make out Shadow’s back standing near the sink. “Can’t sleep?” She saw Shadow bristle slightly, and glance over his shoulder before quickly looking away. She heard him sniffle. Was he crying…?

She stepped closer, closing the distance between them. When she met his gaze, it was clear he had been crying. Without a word, she reached for a kleenex. “You… ok?”

He avoided her gaze, and just stared off into space. “Yes. I’m fine. Just…. A dream.”

She swallowed before she said the next few words, “was it about her?” They both knew who she was referring to.

He shook his head, “It’s… ridiculous. I put this behind me.” Shadow wiped his face with a gloved hand.

“Just because you put it behind you, doesn’t mean you’ll never not miss her or think about her.” Amy gave him a sympathetic smile.

“...Yeah.” Shadow cleared his throat, and backed away from the counter. “Don’t worry about me. Get some more rest, Rose.” There it was again. Her heart fluttered like it had again. Perhaps she should get it checked out? Before Shadow could protest, Amy closed the distance and embraced him. She felt his heart pound against her ear, and ever so slightly felt his arms wrap around her. Oh, there goes my heart again.. Sonic usually only makes me feel this way. He felt so… warm and safe? It felt like the embrace lasted for eternity until Shadow broke away. “What was that for?”

“... S-sometimes you just need a hug. It seemed like you needed one tonight.” Amy’s cheeks burned. She wanted to believe the warmth in her cheeks was from embarrassment. “I… should get to bed.” Chaos, Shadow please stop staring at me like that. His eyes were piercing right through her, making her feel weak in her knees.

“G’night.” His voice was barely audible.

For the rest of that night, Amy could barely sleep. Why did she suddenly feel like this around Shadow? Sonic was her true love! Right? Sure, he hadn’t confessed … but that didn’t change her feelings for the blue hedgehog. She kept thinking how great it felt when Shadow returned the embrace just hours ago. The way his heart too pounded in his chest when they touched. Perhaps, it was silly of Amy to even hug him. But, she felt like he could’ve used it. She rolled over and looked at the clock, taking notice of how little sleep she was gonna get when she needed to get up around 7 in the morning to prepare. She buried her face into her pillow, and then finally drifted off to sleep.

Amy knew she had slept later than planned when everyone else was up and about. Some of her friends were already enjoying either some hot chocolate or a fresh cup of coffee. Nobody seemed to mind that Amy wasn’t rushing around in the kitchen to get everything ready. She knew it didn’t have to be perfect, but for Christmas she wanted everything to go smoothly. After brushing her teeth, and refreshing up a little bit Amy stepped into the kitchen and found Sonic, Cream, and Vanilla. Sonic was actually preparing everyone some pancakes this morning! Amy smiled at the group, and then started working on making eggs, bacon, sausage and biscuits with Vanilla. A big Christmas breakfast has become a new tradition and it was just as special as the rest of the traditions. Once everyone had finished breakfast they would return to the living room and begin opening presents. Throughout preparing breakfast Amy didn’t see Shadow anywhere. Perhaps he was sleeping still? She wasn’t sure. To her surprise, she was quite disappointed that he didn’t join didn’t and eat with them.

After everyone was finished and started making their way to the livingroom after helping with the cleanup in the kitchen, Amy saw Shadow emerge from the hallway and make a cup of coffee. She was gonna greet him until Cream grabbed her by the hand, encouraging her to join them in the living room, as the youngest of her friends gathered near the Christmas tree. Everyone watched as Tails, Cream, and Charmy opened their gifts. Like usual, Santa brought them so many gifts. Once they gathered their things to a corner, and out of the way Cream decided to hand out the gifts to everyone this year.

Amy watched as one by one her friends were handed gifts. Soon after, her pile of gifts started adding up. She was almost startled when Shadow took a seat not far from her. He had a plate in his hand with some pancakes, bacon and some fruit. “Where have you been hiding?” She teased quietly.

The dark hedgehog shrugged, but said nothing. He was handed a stocking, which confused him but he took it from the young rabbit. After he cleaned his plate, he saw that he had random goodies in it from chocolates, chewing gum, a handmade ornament and homemade cookies. Amy believed that Cream had worked on the ornaments that were given out in each stocking, and her mom made the cookies.

Amy received a gift from Sonic, she laughed that he had put it in a gift bag this year instead of wrapping her gift. Poor guy was not so talented in the wrapping department. She removed the tissue paper and found a beautiful green dress that she had fallen in love with at the mall. It had beautiful sequins in the fabric. Underneath the dress was a heated throw blanket, then a box of multiple different flavors of coffee that he remembered her loving. It was nothing over the top but she absolutely appreciated that Sonic put more thought into it this year! She put her things down and gave him a rib bruising hug. Sonic’s gift was really simple, Amy always tried to go to the souvenir shop knowing that he’d love it. Luckily, she found a lot throughout the year that she knew that Sonic didn’t have in his possession, she also gave him some funny socks that he may appreciate. She felt like she could’ve done more for him this year, but Sonic didn’t seem to care, he thanked her with an awkward arm hug and showed off his souvenirs to Tails who sat next to him.

After seeing how empty it looked underneath the tree, Amy just remembered she had forgotten to get her gift from the bedroom that she got together for Shadow. While everyone was showing off their gifts, Sonic was helping Cream unbox some of her items that she could not wait to assemble, and the others were talking amongst themselves, roaming the living room, enjoying more hot chocolate and talking about their year. Nobody noticed Amy slipping out to grab the gift.

“I almost forgot, Shadow. Merry Christmas.” She returned to the living room with a big gift bag, and a small box in her hand. Once more her cheeks burned when his eyes met hers. She really hoped he didn’t notice, if he had… he didn’t say a word. He raised a brow when he saw the size of the bag, and then put his things down on the little table beside the sofa. He started with the smaller box, and then immediately got confused. “That’s for your Chao, silly!” Inside the box were random items from treats that many Chao’s enjoyed, and a cute little outfit that matched Shadow’s chao perfectly. It was some sort of cloak with a hood. Shadow gave a snort of amusement at the thought of his chao wearing it. (If it doesn’t eat it… first). Once he put that aside, he dug through the gift bag and discovered… gift cards to a motorcycle dealership, more sunglasses, last but not least found a leather jacket with red along the inside. It suited him quite nicely!

Amy smiled sheepishly, “I didn’t know exactly what you’d like… I asked Rouge for some advice-”

“Thanks.” He interrupted.

Wait, did she just see the Ultimate Lifeform smile ever so slightly? “Y-you’re welcome.” She felt her cheeks hurt slightly from smiling so wide at the dark hedgehog. When the living room finally settled down from all the commotion, Amy noticed that Rouge was looking at her skeptically. She mouthed “what?” at her, before bending down to collect the wrapping paper to dispose of. Rouge didn’t say anything, taking a sip of her cup of coffee then proceeded to carry on small talk with some others.

“Well, that was an interesting scene.” Rouge walked into the kitchen hours later, while Amy started going over some of her recipe cards before her. Amy bristled slightly, startled by her appearance.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” Amy huffed.

Rouge just laughed. “You seem quite friendly towards Shadow as of late.” She leaned against the counter.

“That’s nothing new, I always try to be friendly towards-”

“By hugging him?”

“Hugging- what do you mean… ? I only did that once, and that was a mistake!” Chaos, where was that recipe card?! She continued to flip through her box of cards. “I always put it back in here -” Rouge glanced at her and then looked behind her to see a card with a recipe on it, and handed it to her. “Thank you!” She huffed and started gathering her ingredients hoping that Rouge would drop the subject and just let her get to baking.

“It seemed pretty sincere last night…” Rouge coughed. “Honey, it’s not my business or anything. I just happened to walk in on it. Just curious is all.”

“... He had a rough night… “ Amy gave a sigh after retrieving a mixing bowl, “everyone gives him a bad rap. He’s not so bad- well, you know how he is!” She had to constantly remind herself that Rouge, and Shadow were teammates and shared an apartment, of course Rouge knows a side of Shadow that no one else sees.

Rouge gave a shrug, “I’ll be honest he has changed a lot. I have seen it.” She then turned playfully to her, “he must have a soft spot for you to allow a hug though.” Amy quickly hid her face when she felt it burning. “Oh, I meant to ask. I’d like to make the punch this year.”

“Rouge. We don’t need everyone to get drunk.” Amy scoffed at her comment.

“Now that would make it interesting!” She winked, “don’t worry your pretty face, I’m not gonna put a lot of alcohol in it.”

“I don’t need to remind you that your definition of “too much” is totally different from mine.” Amy watched Rouge pull out some cases of alcohol that she brought, and then pull out some caffeinated drinks. She made a mental note that she’d avoid her punch this year.

The rest of the afternoon and mid-afternoon was filled with preparing the rest of the food for dinner this evening. While it was cooking, some of her friends hung out in the living room with a Christmas movie playing, and some playing board games at a table. The house was filled with laughter, and stories of past holiday celebrations. During this time of the year, Amy had forgotten all that was wrong in the world. It seemed like hours flew by when they gathered at the big kitchen table and devoured the delicious meal. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, baked mac and cheese was a hit this year, and tons of desserts. The punch that sat at the end of the table was half gone already, and it concerned her that one of her friends will end up wasted tonight. During the commotion at the table, Amy did notice that Shadow didn’t join them, but sat alone in the living room eating his own plate of food. She had wished he would have joined them at the table, but didn’t bug him.

Once everyone had finished their meal, they helped Amy clear the table, and clean up some around the kitchen. When they rejoined the living room they played another movie. It was another tradition that they spent the night of Christmas watching movies, and staying up most of the night. The youngest of her friends - except for Tails, ended up crashing in one of the guest rooms just shortly after their meal. Amy happened to look up just now and see Shadow slip out of the door. Without interrupting the movie, Amy quietly followed him, grabbing her coat on the way out. The gust of cold wind stung her face.

“Are you leaving already?” She called out to him, causing Shadow to turn towards her. His crimson eyes studying her.

“Don’t worry about me; get back inside. It’s cold out.” He picked up the stick arm that belonged to the snowman that was built near the house, and placed it back on the side of the snowman.

“If it’s so cold, why are you out here?” There was a hint of humor in her tone.

“I’m just getting fresh air, Rose.” He turned fully and started back toward the set of steps that led to the porch, and kicked at the snow that settled on the top of the stairs.

“You call this fresh air?” Amy hugged her coat tighter against her body. She watched him step on the porch, his eyes locked on her again. She felt weak in her knees again. It’s just the cold, that’s all. She saw the corner of Shadow’s mouth twitch into a grin, before removing his jacket and handing it to her… offering warmth. “No, you need something to keep you-” Suddenly, her vision went dark when he tossed the jacket on her head.

Shadow crossed his arms, “I can handle the cold. If you get pneumonia, do not blame me.” Amy glared at him, as she finally wrapped the jacket on top of her own coat, hugging it tighter. “Did you allow Rouge to fix the punch…?” This caused Amy to laugh.

“Hey, you can’t tell her no.” She grinned back at him, “did you drink any?” Shadow shook his head no and then quietly walked to the door. He gestured to the door. “Yeah that’s enough “fresh air” for me.” Shadow narrowed his eyes at her, then took his leather jacket back from her. “Hot chocolate, yes? Or coffee?” Before entering, Shadow stomped the snow off his shoes. Amy started towards the kitchen, but Shadow stopped her. “...Huh?” Although his touch was only a second, it sent a shiver down her arm.

He searched his pockets, and pulled out a box, presenting it to her. “... Merry Christmas.” Amy quickly took it from his grasp, eager to see what he had gotten her. She beamed brightly, and opened the box. Inside was a gorgeous golden necklace with a sun on it. She awed at its beauty, and then read the paper inside the box:

“Sun and Moon

Like the Sun,

You brighten my days and warm my life,

Like the Moon,

You light my path in the darkest hours.

Thank you for always being by my side.”

When she finished reading it, she felt tears stinging in her eyes before they escaped and filled her vision, she rubbed her eyes. “Chaos, Shadow. It’s gorgeous…y-you didn’t have to.” Had she just now noticed that he was wearing a moon shaped necklace? Or was he hiding it from her? She desperately wanted to hug him. Heck, she wanted to kiss him. Just on the cheek… of course! Yeah….

Shadow coughed awkwardly, “you’re welcome..” He refused to look back at her, feeling uncomfortable now. “I need coffee.” Amy reached out for him, but he was too quick, and was already in the kitchen. As she stepped further into the house, she noticed that most of her friends had fallen asleep during the movie. She kicked her shoes off and tiptoed toward the restroom to use the mirror. She took the necklace out of the black box and tried to clasp it around her neck but struggled.

She peeked her head out, spotting Shadow drinking some coffee. “Shads…~” His ear twitched at her voice, “could you help me with the clasp?” She grinned sheepishly, “please?” Amy could tell that he was hesitant, but thankfully, he put his coffee down and joined her in the bathroom in front of the mirror to help her.

“Happy?”

Amy just beamed brightly after he fixed the necklace, it looked so good. How could she ever take this off? It felt so special… “Thank you!” Amy quickly pecked him on the cheek, and dashed off in a blushing mess.

Necklace mentioned was found here (I'd imagine that the one Shadow gave her had diamonds in it though)

#shadow the hedgehog #amy rose #sonic the hedgehog #shadamy #my writing #sonic fanfiction

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