#this took around uhh. 3? 4 hours?

[theofficalnarrator]

Hi I have a req!! Sophia x y/n but make it enemies to lovers ? Uhh u can choose the plot n everything else 😭 thank u hehehehe

OKAY so I tried. I really did :(. It's enemies to lovers and I hope I did a good job (pls tell me I did good or I'm going to start crying). ALSO, so sorry with how long this took! I had midterms and had to lock in 😼. Also, before any of you come for me, this is PURELY fictional. I'm not siding w anyone on the katseye doc matter, guys pls chill 😭. ---

Hater, Hater

Summary: A small argument between the leader and main dancer of Katseye during their trainee days spirals into something far deeper. Following a revealing documentary, Eyekons realize that the subtle fan service and brief exchanges between Sophia and Y/N mask a fierce rivalry. As their reputations crumble and tensions rise, the world watches to see if the two can reconcile their differences and salvage both their friendship and the group's future—or if their feud will tear them, and Katseye, apart..

Warning: Angsty, Fluffy at the end, hate comments, Y/N is an asshole, poor Sophia doesn't deserve any hate

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The rivalry between Sophia and Y/N didn’t ignite until later in their training at Dream Academy. Among the sea of aspiring talents, friendly competition was a common thread, but for Sophia and Y/N, their relationship had always been more of a cautious camaraderie. They shared a mutual respect, but their interactions were limited—neither friend nor foe.

That was until the Manon roundtable discussion happened. As the girls sat around on the floor and as Manon talked about her experience, Sophia added on: "Well yeah, but last week the instructor had to call your name 4 times cause you were zoning out"

The comment hung in the air, prompting Y/N to blurt out, “Same thing happened with you yesterday.” The moment those words escaped her lips, she regretted them. A wave of fatigue and frustration had compelled her to respond, but her tone came off sharper than she intended—more confrontational than tired.

Y/N's gaze met Sophia's, and the intensity of the glare sent a jolt through her. There was no denying the fire in Sophia’s eyes, a mix of anger and disbelief. “Are you accusing me of something, Y/N?” she snapped, her brows furrowing as the playful banter evaporated into tension.

The heat of the lights and the oppressive atmosphere in the room weighed heavily on Y/N. She had barely slept the night before, her vocal struggles gnawing at her confidence, and the sight of Sophia’s effortless talent only deepened her envy. It was a perfect storm of emotions that pushed Y/N to abandon her usual restraint.

“No, I’m simply stating a fact. You of all people shouldn’t be berating Manon. Esp—”

Before Y/N could finish her thought, the instructor intervened, redirecting the conversation back to Manon. Y/N maintained her gaze on Sophia, who visibly flinched at the bite in her tone. The hurt flashed in Sophia’s eyes but vanished just as quickly, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

As the discussion wrapped up and the girls began to disperse, Y/N felt a sudden jolt as Sophia’s shoulder brushed against hers. The Filipino dancer didn’t pause or offer an apology; she simply stormed off, leaving Y/N standing there, grappling with the weight of their exchange and the uncharted territory of their once-friendly relationship.

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As Mission 3 approached, a noticeable shift occurred within Sophia. It was as if a switch had flipped in her mind, igniting an insatiable drive for perfection. She spent countless hours in the practice rooms, often practicing late into the night, her dedication bordering on obsession. The other girls began to express their concern, whispering among themselves about Sophia's relentless pursuit of excellence.

Y/N, always the one to step in when needed, couldn’t ignore the growing worry for her friend. One evening, she found herself outside the dance studio, bracing herself to confront Sophia.

“Why are you here so late?” Y/N began, her voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration.

“Pack your bags, you're going to sleep,” she ordered, leaning against the door frame, trying to project an air of authority.

Sophia merely huffed in response, her glare piercing through the dance room mirror. She brushed a stray hair from her face, revealing the fatigue around her eyes. Y/N’s heart sank as she took in the sight: dark circles under Sophia's eyes, a pale complexion, and a sheen of sweat from the harsh artificial lights. Clad in a skin-tight black long sleeve and grey joggers, she looked both stunning and worn down.

A swirl of emotions tugged at Y/N—guilt, concern, and an undeniable attraction. But above all, worry consumed her.

“Soph, come on—”

“Don't fucking call me that!” Sophia snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Y/N was taken aback; this wasn’t the usual Sophia. The intensity of her words, so unlike the playful banter they once shared, struck a chord deep within Y/N.

“I need to perfect this. I’m going to win. I won’t let anyone beat me based solely on popularity. I’m winning on talent,” Sophia declared, her voice resolute yet tinged with desperation.

Y/N took a moment to respond, the weight of Sophia's words hanging heavily between them. “... Good,” she finally said, a smirk creeping onto her face. “You’re actually practicing instead of whining. Maybe you can finally get the choreo down instead of complaining—”

Before she could finish, Sophia stormed over, pushing Y/N against the door. The sudden closeness sent a jolt through Y/N, their faces mere centimeters apart. In that moment, Y/N realized just how much she enjoyed this fierce side of Sophia.

Sophia’s angry words flowed, but Y/N found herself lost in the intensity of the moment, hyperaware of the way Sophia's hands gripped her shoulders.

“Are you even listening, you bi—”

“You're really pretty when you're mad,” Y/N interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment Sophia pulled away, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a rush of confusion flooding her thoughts. The distance between them felt palpable, charged with unspoken words and emotions.

“Y/N, wait—” Sophia began, but before she could finish, Y/N had already swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway, leaving Sophia's words hanging in the air like a fragile thread about to snap.

Sophia rushed after her, but her heart sank as she halted in her tracks. The sight before her made her stomach twist: a camera crew stood in the hallway, their presence a stark reminder of the reality they were living in. How much had they overheard? Had they captured the vulnerable moment that had just unfolded between them? Panic gripped her as the questions raced through her mind.

Before Sophia could gather her thoughts or confront the crew, Y/N brushed past her, her expression a mixture of determination and hurt. The moment felt heavy, suffocating, as Sophia remained frozen in place, watching Y/N disappear down the corridor.

That night, Sophia refuses to speak during the confessional about Y/N.

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For the next week, the tension between Sophia and Y/N hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating and unyielding. The other girls sensed the shift, their usual flow disrupted by the unspoken rivalry that had erupted overnight.

After some back-and-forth, the plan was set in motion to get the two to talk. The girls decided on a trendy restaurant downtown, hoping that the lively setting would ease the tension and coax Sophia and Y/N into a conversation.

As they arrived at the restaurant, the group was seated at a long table, laughter and chatter filling the air. But Sophia and Y/N sat at opposite ends, the distance between them almost palpable. The other girls tried to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and sharing stories, but the tension lingered like a shadow.

As the dinner wrapped up, the girls decided to walk home together, the bustling streets of Seoul lit by the warm glow of streetlights. The air was crisp, and laughter echoed through the night as they strolled, but Y/N and Sophia hung back a little, the girls leaving them behind intentionally.

The group chatted animatedly ahead, but Y/N and Sophia fell into an awkward silence, the tension between them gradually increasing with each step. The camera crew was nowhere to be seen or simply forgotten in that moment. The sounds of the city surrounded them, but all Y/N could focus on was the presence of Sophia beside her. She stole glances at the girl, who walked with a slight bounce in her step, her earlier intensity fading into something softer.

“Are you really going to ignore me the entire way home?” Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with frustration.

Sophia’s gaze flickered briefly to Y/N before returning to the path ahead. “What do you want me to say?” she replied, her tone clipped.

“Maybe you could start with ‘I’m sorry’ for pushing me against the door,” Y/N shot back, her irritation bubbling to the surface. “Or how about acknowledging that we’ve both been acting like idiots?”

Sophia stopped abruptly, turning to face Y/N, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. “You think I wanted that to happen? You think I wanted to feel… whatever that was?” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the strength she tried to project.

Y/N felt her heart clench at Sophia's admission. “No, I don’t think you wanted it. But it happened, and now we’re stuck in this weird place. I don’t want to fight with you, Sophia. I don’t want to feel like this.”

Sophia scoffed and snapped back, “You don't have to do this because the girls are pushing us to. I know you hate me.”

Y/N stepped closer, her heart racing at the shift in the atmosphere, her eyes filled with confusion as the two crossed the street. “... hate you? Soph, I never hated you.” The Filipino stopped, turning to make their eyes meet.

Sophia’s eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that had been suffocating them began to lift.

HONK! The two girls jumped, realizing that they were blocking traffic and quickly ran to the other side of the street. Once they made it over, a silence passed between them—this time, much more comfortable. The words were unspoken as they caught up with the others, but it was there. The understanding that this whole ordeal was nothing but useless. They had better things to worry about.

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The final couple of months went by, the two contestants somewhat at ease. The were used to their familiar limbo from prior in their trainee days. The underlying tension and awkwardness was still there. It wasn't uncommon for Y/N to feel Sophia's eyes glaring in jealously during dance practice or Sophia to feel Y/N's during vocal tests. Some of the looks were different, more.... alluring. Like the time Y/N was practicing in a crop top and caught a certain Filipino's eyes glued to her waist and abs. Or the time Sophia decided to sing at a local open mic at some random cafe with the other girls and caught a certain dancer watching her starstruck and open-mouthed.

The first time they actually had a conversation was after the final announcement ceremony. The two were backstage, alone sitting side by side. The other had gone god knows where and with who, leaving the two to awkwardly scroll on their phones to avoid any confrontation. Sophia, the less used to silence finally sighed, locking her phone and placing it down on the empty chair next to her where congratulation bouquet was sitting. Y/N felt the Filipino's eyes bore into the side of her head, but Y/N ignored her, acting as if the article about jellyfish mating was far more interesting.

"I'm sorry,", Y/N's head whipped to meet the side of Sophia's whose eyes were downturned.

"...for?"

Sophia huffed slightly as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't make me say it.... you know exactly what. I'm sorry." A beat of silence passed over them and Sophia thought that the other girl hadn't accepted her apology until she spoke up.

"I'm sorry, too." Sophia turned her head as she heard the soft-spoken girl's voice go even lower in volume. Eyes avoided one another, but heads nodded in acknowledgement.

"We cool?" Sophia asks.

"... yep, cool."

"Cool."

"...Cool."

Sophia went back onto her phone after the conversation ended, this time with relief and the edges of her lips upturned. Y/N went back to her article, the tips of her ears tinged pink, nothing about jellyfish mating going through her skull.

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The next passing months caused the two to create somewhat of a limbo. They talked and conversed like they did in their early trainee days, the awkwardness slowly passing over. The Kats seemed relived as they saw their two friends actually see eye to eye.

Eyekons didn't. There was quite a lot of speculation of the few interactions the two had in public. However most chalked it up to one thing: the two were surrounded by 19 other girls, it is inevitable that one relationship out of Katseye was a bit weaker as they hadn't interacted during Dream Academy.

That was until the documentary dropped.

y/nlover3000: That Filipino had some audacity for bumping shoulders like it was Y/N's fault. Y/N was the most right! sophiaenthusiast: Siding with Manon of all people? Those two weren't even close!! Y/N clearly didn't like Sophia and she never deserved the #1 spot ynsleftpinkytoe: no wonder Y/N doesn't interact with Sophia, I wouldn't either if she was being a bitch to me for a year.

And those were just the nicer comments. These comments flooded the official Katseye's socials over new and old comments. While Y/N, who didn't participate in many TikTok's and Reels wasn't the most affected, Sophia could see the hit immediately. She'll never forget the way that her heart dropped seeing the first comment on her new TikTok being a comment about how she didn't deserve to be in the group for being a bully.

Was she? She asked herself. All the girls had talked it out afterwards, unraveling their stories and eventually seeing eye to eye, even apologizing when needed. The two saw eye to eye, but clearly both had underestimated the impact of the documentary and the public's opinion on it.

That's why the two sat in front of a table with Geffen and Hybe management. The topic of discussion? The two's relationship in the public eye.

"People think you two hate each other," Missy, one of the Geffen staff spoke.

"We don'-"

"I know you don't Sophia," Missy interrupted the Filipino ," However, the public doesn't. They've jumped to conclusions and already formulated opinions. Lara and Manon have worked it out in their own unique way. You should too."

Son, a Hybe staff member, spoke up ," You both have a mandatory vlog-style video together due by the end of the month." He put up his hand to stop either from speaking ," I don't care what you say. Megan and Yoonchae barely interacted, and after their video, people have started calling them Katseye's power duo. Such video can reduce stress."

The next 30 minutes of droning is over the same topic. Y/N zones out after 5 minutes, more interested in counting how many dots were on the new intern's tie. .... 34, 35, 36-

"That's all for tod-" Y/N was already on her feet, nodding politely at the staff and walking out. Son sighs and turns to Sophia. "... please, figure this out..."

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As Y/N stepped out of the conference room, the weight of the discussion hung heavily in the air. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath as she tried to process everything that had just been said.

Meanwhile, Sophia remained seated, her fingers tapping anxiously against the table. She could feel the pressure mounting, not only from the management but also from the public’s scrutiny. The comments had stung, and she was acutely aware of how her actions had been perceived.

After a moment, Sophia exited the room, catching up with Y/N in the hallway. The two stood in silence for a moment, the tension palpable. Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice low. “So, a mandatory vlog, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sophia replied, crossing her arms defensively. “Great idea, right? Just what we need.”

Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve been in the best place to film something like that.”

Sophia turned to face her, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You think I’m the problem? You think I want this to be awkward?”

“No, I don’t think you’re the problem,” Y/N replied, her tone defensive. “But we both know that things have been tense between us. We need to figure it out before we go on camera.”

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Later that evening, they met at a cozy café, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The café buzzed with the sounds of laughter and chatter, creating a comforting backdrop for their conversation.

“So, what do we want to say in this vlog?” Y/N asked, pulling out her phone to take notes. “We should probably address the rivalry head-on.”

Sophia nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, but we should also highlight how we’ve grown from it. I don’t want to come off as defensive. I want to show that we can move past this.”

“Right,” Y/N agreed. “And maybe we can share some funny moments from our training days. Show the fans that we’re not just competitors but also friends.”

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Like during vocal evaluation, when you burped into the mic”

Y/N looked up, her eyes glaring, but not ass sharp as before. She responded with her own snark, " No, more like that time you tripped during the group performance and fell into my arms?” As Sophia's huffs, her cheeks tinging pink, Y/N leans closer. "Wait... Does that mean you fell for me, Laforteza?"

Sophia huffed as she turned her eyes down to Y/N phone looking at the ideas for the vlog. "We should go somewhere l-like here. A cafe. Maybe the aquarium."

As Sophia listed off places for their rendezvous, Y/N smiles softly, listening to the cool melody of the Filipino's voice.

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The vlog was had done numbers. More than the documentary, earning more recognition. All that recognition was mainly positive. It seemed to shed light that the two weren't just closed off rivals, but actually two friends who just interacted differently. The two's adventure to the aquarium (alongside matching instagram posts), cafe trip, and bookstore visit were all highlighted in the vlog:

ynsoph12: Sophia getting Y/N a book that she was eyeing at the bookstore? Oh my god, my Y/NSun heart!!!

ynsmalewife: Y/N refusing to let Sophia pay and carrying all their bags was so cute! Literally wifey material

manonlover: Lmao they weren't friends all along guys, they were secretly dating #YNSun

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That hashtag was trending among Eyekon social media. The vlog was supposed to make the girls look like friends, but quickly swerved into romantic lovers territory. The managers simply shrugged at the girls saying "you guys are popular. What more do we need".

Clearly their rivalry was okay... right?

ynsupremacy: Hybe and Geffen trying so hard to make Y/N and ****** seem all coupley. Y/N clearly didn't want to be there ynf0rever: Sophia making fun of Y/N for her vocals is so mean. Idk what you guys mean when you say their friends, LET ALONE a couple. I would dump her if that was true. sophsun24: Sophia was clearly uncomfortable w Y/N flirting w her #getridofher

Okay... maybe not. There were still plenty that hated one of the two. It was taking a toll on the Filipino. She rarely went to sleep in the past couple of days, busy scrolling through twitter and reading about herself.

"Soph?" In the dead of night, Sophia hears her door open, a familiar voice echoing through the chamber. Another beat of silence gets interrupted by a sniffle from Sophia. "Oh... Sophia.."

The words call a damn to break as she feels the ex-rival come up and hug her in bed. She wraps her arms around Y/N, sobbing. It's all so sudden and normally the Filipino would rather shit into her hands and clap than ever show weakness if front of the main dancer. But right now? The two are the same person, struggling with the same issue.

The two stay in that position for some time. Thank god Yoonchae had decided to have a sleepover in Megan and Lara's room.

As the last remnants of tears dried on Sophia's cheeks, the room felt lighter, filled with an unspoken understanding. Y/N sat beside her, their shoulders brushing, a comforting presence that made the heaviness of the moment dissipate.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly , “...I’m here for you. We all are.”

Sophia rests her head on Y/N's shoulder, her eyes glistening with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. “I just felt so overwhelmed.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the weight of those emotions. “It’s okay to feel that way. We all have our moments.”

As they sat in silence, the atmosphere shifted. The tension that had once filled the room began to transform into something softer, more intimate. Y/N reached out, gently taking Sophia's hand in hers, their fingers intertwining naturally. “You're a good leader, you know?” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia smiled faintly, the warmth of Y/N’s words wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. “I don’t always feel strong, but having you here makes it easier.” The air between them thickened with unspoken feelings, and Y/N could feel her heart racing. She glanced at Sophia, who was looking back at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

“Y/N,” Sophia said, her voice trembling slightly, “I… I don’t want to lose you again.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the confession. “You won’t. I promise.”

Sophia couldn't hold it back any longer. She leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with her own in a soft, tentative kiss. For a fleeting moment, the world around them faded away, and the chaos of their lives melted into a serene stillness. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the warmth of Y/N against her.

But as the kiss lingered, a wave of uncertainty washed over Sophia. She became acutely aware of Y/N's stillness, the way she hadn’t responded in kind. Panic surged through her, and with a sudden urgency, she pulled away, her heart racing as her fears began to materialize

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Just shut up, Laforteza." With that, Y/N closed the distance once again, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a gentle exploration, filled with the sweetness of their shared history and the promise of new beginnings.

As they kissed, the weight of their past struggles melted away, leaving only the warmth of their connection. Sophia’s hands found their way to Y/N’s face, cradling her gently as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled away, both girls were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Y/N’s heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief coursing through her.

“Sophia…” Y/N started, her voice shaky with emotion.

“Shh,” Sophia whispered, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”

In that quiet space, they both knew that their relationship had transformed into something deeper, something worth cherishing.

They weren't enemies. They were kinda friends. They were most defiantly into one another.

--- THE END ---

Hey.... sorry for how late it took, I was too busy w Comp Sci and writing a research paper. Sometimes I feel like we often forget that the people online are also people outside of their profiles. Like SophiasLeftEyebrow02 is a lawyer and ManonsArmpit just moved into her first apartment in NY. Anyways, hope you enjoyed... :) ALSO!!! Who should I do next???

[writingbluerose]

a song just for you | idia shroud x reader

SUMMARY: Idia has been keeping a secret from you, and also he has been working on something special just for you. As a thank you for everything he's done. Have patience with him, he's just nervous

WARNINGS : none <3

A / N : Idia is literally the loml so I wanted to make this short story. ALSO HELLO IDIA FANS??? Idk if that AppleBloom card implies he's playing violin or not, he's playing it in this story idc

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IDIA HONEY ILY 💙💙

He's been at this for months. Trying and trying and modifying everything that didn't seem right to him. He practiced for hours in a day, days that he didn't even touch his gaming console, much to his brother's surprise and of course he's also very proud of his big bro. Idia wanted to make something special for you, something that would let you know how much he loves you without speaking too much, after all he wasn't that amazing with words, even tho you understood him and accepted him the way he is.

So, for you, Idia started doing something he's never done in years. Playing the violin. He remembers when he was little and found a super old violin in the S.T.Y.X headquarters at home, he started playing it and found out he actually has a nick for it! But, well, Idia is Idia so he quickly forgot about it. But when hanging out in his room one day, you mentioned that you really liked the sound of violins, also mentioning that on winter holidays you loved listening to a certain song played by a one. Idia never forgot that, of course he didn't, after all that's what he's doing right now, practicing just for you.

And just like that 4 solid months passed with Idia practicing and perfecting his song. And that meant that it was finalized the moment to show you. Calling his little brother Ortho to go fetch you, Idia was nervously pacing around his room, his violin not revealed yet as he wanted it to be a surprise. Minutes passed and his brother finally entered his room, beaming with anticipation with you smiling behind him. Idia could tell you were excited for whatever surprise he had for you. After Ortho left, you sat on his bed and looked at him. “Sooo, Ortho told me you have a surprise for me right?? What is it?? I'm excited!” “Well, u-uhm...uhh” Idia's hair slowly started becoming pink as well as his face, slowly fidgeting with his fingers thinking on how to start. You smiled softly at him. “Take your time Idia, no rush” He hesitantly looked at you again, then took a deep breath and started talking all at once. “I-IrememberthattimeyoutoldmeyoulikeviolinssoImadethisforyoubecauseIliterallyloveyousomuchandIwantedtothankyouforeverythingyou'vedoneformebecause I love you so much” The last 5 words came out slower, while Idia finally took the violin behind him showing you what the surprise really was. With a studded look and pink cheeks you looked at Idia in awe. “Idia... You- you didn't...” Idia learned violin for you? Oh goodness, that thought only made your heart beat faster and faster, you loved him so much.

“I- I did yeah...so uhm, — Idia coughed taking his violin and getting into position — this... is for you” And so he started singing. And God, it was beautiful. You knew Idia well, that means you easily knew that he was the one who wrote the song that was now slowly coming along on the beautiful thin strings of his polished violin. You slowly got lost in the song, your cheeks getting a pink tint while listening to Idia's gift for you. Because I wanted to thank you, that's why he did this, he wanted to thank you and that thought alone made a warm feeling in your chest. You looked up at him, Idia's eyes were closed and you were sure he wasn't aware his tongue was slightly out of his mouth indicating he was concentrating. The sight made you silently giggle, Idia's silly faces was one of the things you loved about him most.

After a while, Idia's singing came to a stop, the hand that was holding his bow came down to rest beside his body, his other one still holding the violin. He looked at you with his cheeks pink and you didn't fail to see the tips of his hair getting pinker and pinker, some of them burning into little hearts. “How-how was that...?” Awaiting your answer, Idia shifted his weight from one leg to another looking at you expectantly. Before he could register what you were doing, you jumped on your feet and hugged him tightly. “I loved it Idia. It was beautiful” At your words, Idia let out a relief sigh then grinned at you. “Weehee, I unlocked the right route” You smiled at him in response. “I really didn't expect you to do all this for me, really. I mean learning violin that fast? That's something not all people can do” “Ah, well, it's not like I didn't know how to play it — he carefully set the violin down next to his bed — I played a bit when I was little but I kinda gave up after a while” You understood quickly that Idia probably found the magic of video games so that must've been the reason he stopped playing.

“Well, I must give you something in return,no?” You approached him putting your hand on his cheek, pulling him by his hoodie and kissing him on the lips. He was quick to return the kiss, he got better at this since you started dating him after all. After he let go, Idia's hands were still holding tightly onto your waist, his face pink while grinning at you. “Hehe, this was definitely an S rank kiss” “An S rank kiss for an S rank boyfriend” Idia's face turned fully red at your comment and so did his hair, he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “No fair! These comments do critical damage — he looked up at you — you can't use them so casually!!”

You knew Idia would give up the world to be with you forever, he loved you so much and he always made sure to tell you in his special ways. And now, while being in his bed, hugging his sleeping form, you thought that no matter what, you'd always do the same for him.

No matter the outcome.

[alicechess]

Art x reader part 2

Note: This hasn't been proof read, so my bad if it's not the greatest I smashed this out in like 4 hours. So not the highest quality chapter. I might fix this up at one point, heavy maybe.

@ch1hvro

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You felt ill after the shift, it could be explained, it absolutely could be, right? Just a coincidence, a man dressing up to be a dick, then point at the plastic ring on your hand because he thought it was amusing, and joked that it was him who gave it. Yeah, just a joke, coincidence. You settled on it being a coincidence. 

As soon as you got home, you took the ring of and but it on your bedside table, you didn't want to wear it, you were meant to Halloween night, but it completely slipped your mind. 

However, that night, you heard on the news he somehow escaped the morgue today, in the morning. The news reporters stated the injuries, and allegedly a few people who work in the medical field said how unlikely it would've been for him to survive. They then stated that the poor mortician was brutally murdered too from him, because of course he had to do it. Does that mean it is possible he came to your work today? If that was him, why? He didn't have any blood, or any visible injuries at least. He moved perfectly fine. 

You shook your head, there was no point in thinking about it. If you saw him again, then it absolutely wasn't a coincidence, as there would be no way to justify it. You then turned the TV off, then went to bed. The thoughts of him stuck in your mind as you laid there, the whole day repeating over in your head. How his attention was stuck on you, why that specific Cafe, and although again, the ring may just be him being a dick and not knowing. It still bothered you, all of that happening within the span of an hour. Eventually you fell asleep, your dreams, of course, had him there too. 

The next morning you awoke in a cold sweat, your heart racing rapidly. Once you glanced around and noticed you were in your room, you felt relief.

Just a dream

Maybe you needed to ignore the news, take a break from social media for a few days or even a week. You had no doubt some people would be talking about stuff, but you just had to hope you wouldn't overhear anything. Maybe it'd be good to take a day off, though you knew your boss would be pissed and so as your co-workers. You've barely taken days off the whole year, maybe 3 at most. 

You decided to send a message to your boss, explaining that you have some family stuff going on, and if you could take the day off tomorrow. 

Hopefully he'd be fine with it.

You started getting ready, after showering

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You walked into the door of the Café, the ringing bell irritated your ears. You walked into the back, you had to do a bunch of dishes from last night since one of the other workers had to leave early. Your co-worker spotted then greeted you, "Hey, you look like shit."

You rolled your eyes, "Wow, what a nice way to say good morning Charlie." 

They gave you a cocky smile, "I know I know, I'm wonderful aren't I?"

That damn smile was contagious, "Aww, and I've got you smiling too."

A small chuckle left you, "Yeah yeah, anyway, how longs your shift today? Anyone else in?"

"Uhh, till about 4. I have another job on the side to earn extra. And no, Laurie left about 10 minute ago, she had to leave early as she had an appointment."

"Ew, that's gotta be painful, and god damn it, it would've been nice having a third for today.

"It's painful, but moneys money, world can't go on without it." They sighed, "And I'm trying to save for a new car, the shitbox out there ain't gonna last much longer." They said, taking the eggs out the frypan. "Anyway, can we talk more during our break? Can't have customers complaining."

"Yeah sure, that'd be great actually." They then walked out with the plate of food. 

Your morning was a lot easier to deal with after that interaction, although you hated to admit it, they were annoying at times but you loved them. They were a great friend, and made working a lot easier to tolerate.

You filled the sink and placed the dishes in there, cleaning the least dirty to the most. More and more dishes came, but you tried your best to stay ahead. The dishwasher was going to take forever and only could do a small amount at a time, so this is unfortunately a job that had to be done.

After about an hour, you were close to being finished, and so was the dishwasher. After, you put the dishes away, then went up to your Charlie to check if they needed help with anything.

"To be honest, not really, business is slower than normal, which is a fucking relief." They whispered, so none of the customers could hear. 

"Nice, is Chloe gonna be here soon? It would be nice if she could cover the register, and we can chill in the back."

They shrugged, "Not sure, she's meant to be here at some point today but that's all I know."

You groaned, "Alright, since business is slow should I just sweep and mop now?" 

You heard that cursed bell ring, and you heard a honk. You instantly turned around, wondering what that noise was. 

"What the fuck..." Charlie muttered under their breath.

Your eyes widened, bile rose up in your throat. You stood still for a few moments as you locked eyes with that fucker, then you sprinted towards the staff toilet. You leaned over, the breakfast you ate not longer ago instantly came up. Your throat burned as acid tore at your throat. You clenched the toilet bowl as it kept going. You body shook rapidly from fear and shock.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck

Why is he here, it was meant to be a fucking coincidence. Do I have a murderer stalking me?

You weren't sure what to do, but after about a minute you heard your Charlie running over.

"Hey, hey!" They said crouching down, rubbing your back. "What the hell was that? Are you okay?"

You nodded, "Yeah...." You croakily mumbled, your legs wobbling as you slowly stood up.

"Stay there if you need to, I can handle the front for a bit." 

You shook your head, "I'll be fine, it's fine. Just give me a minute and I'll clean up."

"Look Chloe should be here soon, when she gets here I'll explain you were sick so you had to leave. Got it?"

You rolled your eyes, "I'll be okay, I just got nauseous.-"

"No, you're heading home when she gets here."

You wanted to argue, but you knew it was probably a good idea. You didn't want to see... it again. 

"Fine, can I help just till she gets here?"

"Yeah sure, just don't overwork yourself and let me know if you feel ill again."

You nodded, moving towards the sink to splash water on your face. "Alright, I'm gonna head back, don't rush yourself I can handle it." They patted your back again, then walked off.

You looked down at your shirt, and thankfully there was no vomit. So, you went back to helping Charlie. As soon as you were in the doorway you spotted him, sitting down. "Hey, is it okay if you could pass this to the customer in the clown suit real quick? I just need to prepare another order."

You nodded, trying to not show your fear to them. "Yeah, of course!"

While you walked over, you noticed his eyes were on you. You looked at the floor, knowing it was rude but you were so afraid. You put the pancakes down in front of the clown. "Here's your order... sir." You mumbled, giving a forced smile. As you starting walking away, he beeped the horn. 

"Did you need something?" 

He nodded, gesturing you to come closer.

He looked at your hand, a frown forming on his face. But not a second later is was replaced with that eerie smile. He stared at you as he purposely knocked the plate down onto the floor. It shattered onto the ground. He covered his mouth, giving an exaggerated 'Oops' face. A few customers looked over giving a confused and concerned expression.

Your face turned into a thin line, what the fuck "I'm sorry sir, I'll be back." You quickly muttered, walking to Charlie, "Hey, look I can't do this right now, can you please talk to the clown? I'll do whatever you were doing before. I'm just really uncomfortable around him."

They nodded, noticing you were shaken up. "Yeah that's fine, but what's going on? You look horrified, did something happen?"

You shook your head, "It's nothing, just can you help him?"

"Okay, I'll do that now, you just need to make a strawberry milkshake for table 5 while I deal with the clown."

"Easy." You immediately started to work on it, you scooped the ice-cream, poured the milk and strawberry-flavoured syrup and then blended it. You occasionally heard words from your Charlie while they were trying to communicate with the clown. But of course it went nowhere. As you were pouring the milkshake into a plastic cup, they came up to you. "I have no idea what he wants, he's not responding at all to me. I clean up the mess, but I don't know what else to do. Was he at least responding to you?"

"Yeah, I guess, but I really, really don't want to talk to him. He's... scaring me." You glanced at the floor, feeling embarrassed. 

"It's okay, I'll figure something out. Other customers are starting to feel uncomfortable as well. Fuck, Chloe needs to get here soon."

"Yeah, hopefully, should I contact the boss?" 

They nodded, "Can you contact Chloe first? We need her here soon."

"I'll do that now, I'll try and make it quick." You hurried out to the back again, pulling out your phone. You dialled her number, but it immediately when to voice mail. "What the fuck..." You murmured, trying again. And again. You groaned, then decided to send her a quick message.

Y/n: Hey, are you still coming into work today? 

You hoped she'd read it soon, then you dialled your bosses number. Thankfully, you heard her voice on the other end. 

"Hello?"

"Hey, I heard from Charlie that Chloe would be coming in today at some point. What time would she be here? She isn't picking up any of my calls. "

You heard a sigh on the other end, "Give me a moment."

After 15 seconds of rustling sounds, she answered. "Alright, it says she'd be on around 2pm till 8pm. Is she not there?"

"No, she's not. It's 2:30."

You heard another sigh from your boss, "I'll try and contact her, that's all I can do. Is that all you needed?"

"No, I was wondering what to do about a customer. One of them is making me and Charlie uncomfortable. He keeps.... just doing stuff."

"If you want advice I need more details." 

You took a deep breath in, "For one he's in a clown outfit, which in itself isn't bad but it's just how he's acting doing it too. If that makes sense, and he purposely broke one of our plates, and acted like it was all funny. He then wouldn't talk to Charlie, only me. It's just such bizarre behaviour."

"Normally threatening them with the police will cause them to stop, but if he continues call the non-emergency line for the police. That's it."

"Alright, thank you."

"Bye." She said, the line ending.

You walked back to the register to talk to your Charlie. "Chloe was meant to be here at 2. What the fuck do we do? She isn't picking up my calls, she's not answering my messages and the boss just told us to threaten the clown with the police but fuck that I'm not comfortable with it I don't know him and he's scaring-"

"Calm down, you're gonna be okay. This isn't a big deal you'll be fine we can figure this out. I'll talk to him."

You glanced over your shoulder to look at the clown. He was sitting there, his chin resting on his hands, giving you a wink. 

"God fucking damn it." Your muttered under your breath, he waved at you, then gesturing for him to come over again. "He wants me to go over again, what do I do? What the fuck do I do?"

Charlie bit their bottom lip, "I can go over if you like and try again, but I doubt he'll listen."

"Fuck, fine, I'll fucking doing it." You whisper-yelled, immediately going over towards the clown. You noticed most of the customers had left. How had no one called the police yet? Maybe they thought it was someone trying to be funny? 

"Hello sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

The clown told you to stop, raising his pointer-finger. He then went through the garbage bag next to him. You heard the sounds of metal hitting metal, making you feeling almost as sick as before. He pulled out an envelope. You stared at it for a moment, noticing brown splotches over it. It looked like dried blood. You also noticed how there was a bump inside. You were about to place it down, but he gestured for you to open it.

You stared with widened eyes, really not wanting to. "I'm sorry sir... I-"

The clown gestured one more time, a deep frown on his face. You were afraid, so begrudgingly, you open it. And inside was a chunk of blonde hair, with a small amount of dyed-blue strands. You pulled it out and saw a piece of someone's scalp was attached. The blonde hair looked identical to Chloe's. You placed it back down onto the table, stepping back. 

"Why.... what did she do to you?"

You knew what he did. It was obvious. But all you wanted to know is why. Yeah she could be bitchy at times, but she never had bad intentions. Not anything worthy of her fucking dying.

The Clown silently giggled, slapping his knee like it was the funniest joke in the world. He pointed at you, mimicking a horrified look and then continued laughing. 

"Oh fuck this." You muttered, Charlie looked over and saw the terrified look on your face. "Charlie we need to get the fuck out now!" You yelled, grabbing their arm, dragging them into the kitchen. To get out through the front, you would've had to walk past him again, and that was not something that you wanted. 

You shoved them inside and slammed the door shut, locking it. "Grab a knife Charlie." They didn't ask questions, just grabbing it off the bench. The clown was walking over towards the counter, where you'd pass food through to the person at the register. He stood there smiling. 

"Nope, don't look just fucking get out." You urgently said to Charlie, grabbing their arm and leading them to the back door. You unlocked it ran out with them. You rummaged through your pockets and grabbed your keys, your hands shaking as you tried to open the car door. 

"Y/n your tires have been fucking slashed!" 

"Oh for fuck sake!" You yelled, this time they dragged you. You dropped your keys while they pulled you, "My keys!"

"It doesn't matter Y/n! There's a fucking psycho chasing us." 

You followed them, running to the nearest store. You looked behind, noticing the clown was behind, with that fucking garbage bag thrown on it's shoulder. 

As Charlie ran into the store, they yelled to call the police. They didn't care about scaring the workers, they just needed to make sure the both of you were safe. The woman at the register looked confused. They ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind the both of you. They fumbled with their phone, dialling the emergency number. 

"What's your emergency?"

"There's a fucking psycho chasing after us! He's trying to fucking kill us!" They yelled, sounding hysterical. 

"Okay, calm down. Are you safe right now?"

"I think so, we've locked ourselves in a random stores bathroom. We don't know where he is right now."

"Okay, what did he look like?"

"He-he was wearing a black and white clown outfit, like the one from the news!"

"Alright...." The operator said, sounding like they thought it was a prank call, but they still continued.

"What store are you in right now?" 

Charlie turned to you, "Do you know where we ran to?"

You shook your head, "I-I wasn't paying attention, I'm sorry!"

"It's fine." Charlie murmured, "We don't know, but can you guys track the phone?"

The woman sighed, "Yes we can, but if this is a prank call you will be in serious trouble."

"We aren't fucking lying, my fucking car tires were slashed and this fucker gave me an envelope with co-workers scalp in it! Get the damn police here right now or we could get brutally murdered!" You screamed at the operator.

"Please calm down, the police are on their way." The operator said, "Please stay on the line, are you hearing anything outside of the bathroom?"

Charlie spoke up, "No, it's oddly quiet out there, I... I don't know where he is. I don't know if he followed us in or not. We didn't look around."

The only thing you could hear was cars driving by, it was otherwise painfully silent.

"Fuck what happened to Chloe, oh god I hope she's okay. Please Chloe be okay." You whimpered, dropping to the ground. "Fuck I'm sorry Chloe, I'm so sorry." Tears welled up in your eyes, then started streaming down your face.

Charlie knelt down, placing their phone on the tiled floor, "Hey, it's okay, Chloe might still be out there. Probably not in the best condition but still maybe out there." They gently hugged you.

You sniffled, "What if that psycho grabbed my keys, I'm not even going to be safe in my own fucking home." You sobbed, "I didn't even do anything to him!" 

"I know, some people are just messed up, but you'll be okay, I'll make sure of it. No ones going to hurt you." 

Eventually, you heard the police sirens and them shouting. After a few moments they knocked on the bathroom door. You immediately unlocked it, running out. "Did you find him?" You asked, your eyes showing the hope in this being simple, like maybe he was waiting outside or something stupid. But of course, reality didn't work that way. 

"The only people we found were the workers here, I'm sorry." One of the officers said, "Do you have any injuries?"

You and Charlie shook your head.

"Alright, we're going to need to take you in for questioning."

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[starlyx0]

so I have noticed some people think Ben is boring (trust me I’ve seen it)

so I am here to talk about everything ben and try to explain his character!

This won’t be the best character analysis

as English is not my first language and I'm trying to bring more attention to stuff that's not talked about often.

So I'm going to split this into 6 categories to try to make writing this easier for me so bare with me.

Things I’ll go over!

personality 

looks 

hobbies

past & current 

relationship with family 

relationship with friends

This is going to have a bunch of stuff that are headcanons I'm only including them to show ppl if u can put some thought into it u can get some reasonable ones.

1 | personality

I see a lot of ppl reduce his character to only music and being mute? which really upsets me because he soo so much more,

but making his entire personality music makes me so mad

most headcanons I see are all the same PLEASE I AM TIRED of hearing what kind of songs he listens to that or all ship headcanons titled as Bens 

he's a shy awkward guy we all know that cuz he really just stands in a corner awkwardly scratching his neck most times and he also doesn’t like horror or anything scary (eps 11) 

hes a protective older brother not overly like Tyler where hes more protective of Tay from other people ben is more chill going and more afraid of what life throws at Lily, there’s not much here cuz more points I have fit in the other categories :)

2 | looks 

he looks kinda of basic nobody can deny that so I won't, but because of his past I imagine he would have a bunch of scars ik he doesn’t and that’s a bummer cuz I really wish he had 🥲

After he lost his voice he became super facially expressive but also really good at hiding his emotions so it’s either really easy to read him or really hard no in between. also because of his past bullying, I assume it affected him and the way he presents himself that why he sticks to basic outfits and look,

overall trying not to bring attention to himself even after therapy he stuck to his habit but if someone gave him a little push and helped him he would drop it and start putting thought into his looks,

saw this somewhere I don’t remember where they said he would have curly hair as a kid but his mom didn’t know how to take care of it so they ended up shaving it and i think curly or wavy haired Ben would be so cute also he would look amazing with an eyebrow piercing %100 and uhh I genuinely don’t remember him smiling genuinely in canon so i imagine his with a downturned smile I may be wrong about that idk

3 | hobbies

did I make this a separate category just to talk about him being an artist? yes I absolutely did 🙂↕️

I fear most people forgot about it n honestly and that is criminal 

there is not much said about it in canon but I’ll work with what I have,

he probably didn’t have much artistic skills when he was younger and only started doing it as a distraction and a way to calm down n he probably made himself draw

I feel like red projected onto him in that ifykyk😭

but from the picture Ben draws based on things that happen so he diff draws a bunch of random things he sees and thinks its cool, he would draw everything and everyone and I feel his art style would be more realistic tbh

but Ben also plays guitar, plays piano 

, fight, used to sing, and the medic of the group like what else he do?? he is literally perfect what more can I say here but most of these are not really hobbies but skills he had to learn for the sake of his life 

4 | Past & current 

I’ll talk more here about how his past affects him currently,

I love to think he has a fear of fires because of the fire that burned down his house more of a headcanon tbh

see the pan he burned in that official art? it took him half an hour in his room to calm down his heartbeat and gathering around the campfire is the opposite of relaxing for him

probably hates turtlenecks with his being 

and I want to talk about his voice as that affects him the most what really bothers me about the fandom is that a lot of people ignore the fact that he probably will never speak. 

I see plenty of ppl benlor shippers say 

“he would sing for —-🥺“ “he would whisper to comfort—🥺“ n it makes me wonder are we even talking about the same character???? which is absolute bullshit if he did that he is the one that’s gonna need comfort like please. he would probably never speak unless he sees someone's head gets ripped off there body.

It's said flat out in episode 27

That he has the option to speak but he doesn’t why? Because he hates his voice and if he hates his voice sm he chose to not speak for yearsss what makes u think he would speak for the sake of someone else's comfort when doing that only pains him? he is selectively mute for a reason I'm not saying he doesn’t have a voice but at least if u headcanon him to speak in the future at least let it be for his own sake instead of doing it for someone else or make it about ur ship.

5 | Relationship with family 

Starting with his parents I don’t think they are bad parents at all they tried to help him as much as they could but they couldn’t so they opened up other options and let him move away and heal even if he’s not with them I think what the did is a good choice for their situation and their relationship would still be great tbh considering the distance 

now onto Lily

I honestly can talk about them for days. I love them 

Their relationship is so sweet the way Lily is stuck to him every chance she gets and ah also used to sing to her can you imagine how she felt seeing her brother coming home later and later covered in bruises not singing to her to sleep anymore watching him sneak out 

she basically watched her brother spiral down and then leave she was probably too young to really understand what was going on fully so now she just wants to spend all the time she can with him and he tries to make up for lost time :(

now Aiden 

most people probably forgot Aiden is the closest person to Ben and the same goes the other way around.

Aiden is a life long friend of Ben’s

he literally trusts him, follows him everywhere and lets him decide for him 

they spent most of their time together since Ben moved in they live together there stuck together.

Aiden probably helped him a lot mentally helping him try new things and be more carefree

Ben also probably helped him mentally and physically patching him up and looking out for him overall,

I see some Aiden fics that are like “Oh no Ben’s gonna be so upset at me 😖” and they make him act like a nurse, not a friend and he just bandages him up then leaves as if nothing happened and someone else comes and in does all the comforting 

like I can count all the fics where Ben acts like a decent person and I'd still have more fingers up than down,

it’s so upsetting how ignored their relationship is in this fandom they deserve so much more honestly.

6 | Relationship with friends 

he is definitely the therapist friend 

He is that kind of friend that you can tell everything to him going from weird food to the worst time of your life and won't even realize it 

his friendship with Ash is very chill not the closest I'd say,

they're really just trying to keep their peace lmao

his friendship with Taylor

I imagine them as gossip girls tbh Ben being a quiet kid while Taylor is popular they definitely know some good gossip 

his friendship with Tyler is something he used to find him irritating but then he realized they have a lot in common especially when Tyler was teaching him guitar which was precise since he was the one who offered 

and his friendship with Logan 

it's really sweet Logan would try to teach him gardening while they talk about their interests

and be absolute nerds together lmao

overall the friendship between all of them is really sweet ik I didn’t give it justice here but the found family trope and the way they find comfort in each other is just everything to me

And I'm done yappin hope u enjoyed that because that was over 1,5k words 

if u have any questions feel free to ask 🫡

[writingtraumaforever]

OKAY OKAY I SAW THIS—

AND I HAD TO! IT’S NOT MY FAULT! I H A D TO!

Anyway. Tiny Sonadow Songfic thing under the line. (NSFW for Queen Sabrina’s lyrics)

Sonic and the gang were practicing their performance for a local charity event. It had been a while since they had been able to jam together, but this was as good an excuse as any to do it. Amy was on bass and backup vocals, Sonic was on guitar and vocals, Tails had the keyboard, and Knuckles took the drums. Only difference between now and the last time they performed is Sonic has a “groupie” with him now.

“I told you if you called me a groupie again, I’d knock that stupid smirk right off your face,” Shadow grumbles, arms crossed from where he stands in front of the stage.

In reality, they were having rehearsals before the event in a few hours, and Shadow had thoughtfully brought them all lunch. He in fact was not a groupie. But he did love hearing them perform. Especially Sonic. Even if he’d never say it.

“Aw come on,” Sonic grins all cheeky, “I’d be honored to have you as my number one fan!”

“A fan is one thing. But I’m not resorting myself to be titled as someone who stalks you for attention or whores myself out to your band simply because of your fame,” Shadow huffs, taking everything far too literal, as always.

“I didn’t— ya’know what? We’ll just stick with number one fan then,” Sonic surrenders, not wanting to waste rehearsal time trying to explain to his boyfriend that he was simply kidding.

“What song is next??” Knuckles asks, spinning his drumstick around in his hand— Sonic swears he has no idea how he does that with giant, poky mittens on.

“Uhh..,” Sonic squints his eyes in thought as he tries to remember the next song on their set list, “Juno, I think.”

Amy immediately squeals excitedly, bouncing up and down with a grin, “Eeee! I love Sabrina Carpenter! I’m so obsessed with her!”

Sonic chuckles at this, smiling at his friend’s enthusiasm. But what really catches his attention is how Shadow’s ear twitches slightly and his tense and defensive stance relaxes into something almost eager.

“Hey, Shads?” Sonic tilts his head with a quirk of his brow, “You’re a pretty diehard Sabrina fan, too, right?? Didn’t you guys just go to a concert a month back??”

“Yes,” he nods, “it was adequate..”

“It was the femininomenon event of the year!” Amy counters to which Shadow merely smirks.

“Didn’t realize you were so feminine,” Sonic teases with a little smug smirk in his boyfriend’s direction. This doesn’t seem to get under Shadow’s skin the way he hoped it would, though.

“I can be when I want to be,” he shrugs. Sonic blinks at this, quirking a brow a bit curiously.

“Hm… well, why don’t you come up here and join us on the stage for this one then???” Sonic challenges, “Show me just how feminine you can be.”

Shadow quirks his own brow at this, seeming to consider it a moment.

“Come on,” Sonic snorts, “It’s just for rehearsal. Or are you just too scared?..”

Shadow narrows his eyes at Sonic then before giving a nod, “Alright..” He never was one to back down from a challenge. Especially not from Sonic.

Amy cheers excitedly, Tails and Knuckles share a slightly skeptical look. Sonic just watches Shadow climb onto the stage with them, smiling and offering a hand to help him up before nodding his head towards his mic before taking a step back from it to give Shadow space.

They exchange a little playfully competitive glare As Shadow steps to the mic, now standing in front of it with a hand on his hip, his other resting easy at his side.

“Oh this is gonna be so fun!” Amy giggles, “Just like at the concert!”

Shadow just smiles a bit at this, nodding his head towards Sonic to gesture that he’s ready.

Sonic nods back before counting down, “1. 2. 1, 2, 3, 4!”

Tails starts them off on the keyboard, Amy joining in the base and then Knuckles laying down the beat before Sonic begins on his guitar, eager emerald eyes watching his boyfriend begin to slowly sway to the music.

“Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing. Oh yeah, you just get it,” Shadow’s voice is quiet at first. Breathy and shy, similar to Sabrina’s at the beginning of the song. Though, Sonic isn’t sure if this is on purpose or Shadow simply is trying to beat his anxious nerves.

“Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit it. God bless your dad’s genetics,” Shadow sings beginning to nod his head as the music picks up to be a bit more peppy, “You make me wanna make you fall in love. Oh, late at night, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah, ah-ahh—“

Shadow spares a glance back to Amy as he sings the next lyrics, remembering how she had been the lucky fan to be arrested at Sabrina’s concert when they attended it.

“Wanna try on my fuzzy pink handcuffs?”

Amy giggles along at this, Sonic riffing the end of the bridge as Shadow sings—

“Oh, I hear you knockin’, baby. Come on up.”

Shadow’s hand rises to hold the mic on the stand, voice becoming a bit more confident now as his eyes shut and his brows knit up,

“I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno. You know I just might. Let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two, though? Give it to me, baby.”

Sonic is grinning from ear to ear as Shadow sings, watching how his boyfriend’s foot begins tapping and his body begins swaying. Never thought he’d be hearing him perform a song about begging to get knocked up, but it’s somehow so endearing coming from Shadow. And there’s something so soft about how Shadow seems to lose himself in music.. like he’s safe when his eyes shut and the sounds flow.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love, ow!”

”That all you got??” Sonic challenges over the music between the first chorus and second verse, Shadow looking over to him with a slight furrow of his brows.

“What do you mean??”

“Just wasn’t very feminine is all,” Sonic shrugs, still strumming along, “not too impressed.”

Shadow’s lips purse at this, eyes narrowing at Sonic as he gets ready for the next verse. Jerking the mic off the stand, he turns to Sonic and starts strutting towards him. Sonic’s eyes follow his every move as his brows start to slowly raise.

“I showed my friends,” Shadow spins right as he gets to Sonic, swerving around him to instead stand before Amy and hold up his hand, “then we high-fived.” Amy laughs, lifting her hand from her bass a split moment to high-five Shadow before returning right to playing.

Shadow’s eyes never leave Sonic, batting his lashes and pouting his lips all innocent, “Sorry if you feel objectified, oh.”

Sonic smirks at this, chuckling under his breath as his eyes follow Shadow’s hips. Watching how he approaches Sonic again all slow while gripping the mic with both hands,

“Can’t help myself, hormones are high.”

”Ow!” Amy howls supportively at Shadow nailing the high riff, Knuckles now seeming very amused by this whole thing as well while Tails rolls his eyes and shakes his head with a little grin.

“Give me more than just some butterflies,” Shadow sings, reaching a hand out to playfully flick Sonic’s nose.

“Hey!” Sonic laughs, watching Shadow wink all flirty before he turns to walk to the back by Tails.

“You make wanna make you fall in love,” Shadow struts around Tails before turning to lean his back against him, Tails laughing and doing the same so they’re back to back while Tails plays and Shadow sings, “Oh, late at night, I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah, ah-ahh.”

Shadow spins away from Tails and skips across the stage to the back by Knuckles instead, “Wanna try out some freak positions??”

Sonic once again does the riff on the guitar, but his eyes are locked on Shadow’s as Shadow looks straight at him with such blatant bedroom eyes. Sonic swallows hard, watching as Shadow turns and arches his back to sway his hips and run his tail along the windchimes perfectly in sync with the music. Sonic’s eyes watch the black tail run along each wind chime while Shadow seductively sings,

“Have you ever tried this one??”

Knuckles wolf whistles, Amy cat calls him and Tails just laughs all shocked. Sonic can’t help but laugh as well, quite shocked by his boyfriend’s no-shame performance, blushing as Shadow prances back to the front of the stage with a very proud and smug smirk.

“I know you want my touch for life. If you love me right, then who knows? I might let you make me Juno. You know I just might let you lock me down tonight. One of me is cute, but two, though? Give it to me, baby. You make me wanna make you fall in love.”

The music goes softer and Shadow’s eyes shut, placing the mic back on the stand as he sings, “Adore me, hold me and explore me..”

Sonic watches Shadow’s hips sway back and forth, how his gloved hands slide up and down the pole of the mic stand. Fingertips just barely grazing the metal. Teasing it.

“Mark your territory,” Shadow sings, eyes slowly opening again as his hands slide back up the stand to the mic all smooth and beckoning. Sonic’s eyes slide up from the movement to find Shadow’s looking right back at him.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one.”

Shadow takes the mic back off the stand, slowly walking towards Sonic and the way he moves is like he’s gliding—

“Adore me, hold me and explore me..”

The world disappears as Shadow closes the space between him and Sonic, reaching his free hand out to run a finger up Sonic’s chest and under his chin. Sonic swears the slow beat of the drum is his heart. His eyes are wide and watching Shadow’s, completely entranced by him. Shadow is looking at Sonic’s mouth. Singing it like he’s begging for it.

“I’m so fuckin�� horny.”

Sonic swallows. Shadow leans in close over Sonic’s guitar.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one..”

Sonic’s eyes are half-lidded when Shadow stops just shy of kissing him, watching Shadow’s teeth bite down on his lower lip. The Ultimate Lifeform smirks at how easy Sonic looks currently before muttering between them— Sonic can feel his breath against his mouth with how close they are,

“Had enough?—!”

Sonic cuts off the end of it by catching Shadow off guard and quickly closing the gap, mashing their mouths together. Shadow is wide eyed only a moment before kissing back.

Sonic pulls away before Shadow can even catch up to what just occurred, grinning proudly and hearing Knuckles cheering for him that he stole the kiss.

Sonic quickly begins shredding on his guitar, face beaming in victory as Shadow blinks, shakes his head, and chuckles at him. Then he begins dancing to Sonic’s playing, Sonic ripping it up on his guitar with a light blush dusting his cheeks. Eyes still watching Shadow and how he dances to him.

Shadow sings the chorus one more time, Sonic bouncing in sync with him while playing. Shadow is smiling that rare and bright smile that makes Sonic’s stomach do flips and makes stupid, silly challenges and competitions between one another like this so worth it. They keep each other on their toes. Literally.

(If you enjoyed this, check out this far more fleshed out version: Juno)

[whatdoidosatoru]

Sleeping In

PART 3 of The Only Exception

- part 1 - part 2 - part 4 - ao3

pairing: Keisuke Baji x OC (reader)

wc: 4.6k

tags: smut, fluff, no use of y/n, some back story (talk of cheating etc..), oral sex (m and f receiving), this chapter is actually pretty mild, sorry :)

summary: after another night of shenanigans with Keisuke, he cleared his schedule to spend a day with me

music:

Absolutely (Story About a Girl) - Nine Days

The Great Escape - Boys Like Girls

Coffee at Midnight - Stand Atlantic

Always - Panic! At The Disco

Church - Fall Out Boy

Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco

Memories Of A Broken Heart - Crown The Empire

Sleeping In - All Time Low

Always - blink-182

MDNI! 18+ ONLY!

I rolled over after what seemed to be a very short nap to find Keisuke with a very focused face holding a book from beside my bed.

“Everything okay?” I seemed to have snapped him out of his focus.

“Oh, yeah, this is just a bit weird."

I chuckled, “Yeah, it’s quite different. One of the main themes is reinvention of oneself and writing one’s own story. Meaning, in storytelling, you can reshape your life and constantly move from one self to the other and so on. If you want, you can borrow it, I’ve read it twice already.” He put the book away and slid back down to meet me for a kiss. 

“Maybe later, I like the person I am with you now.” He pushed my hair out of my face.

“Uhh so,” I started, clearing my throat, “What was that ‘all mine’ business?”

His face turned serious, “Did you not like it? I’m sorry if it was too much…”

“No, no, it’s not that,” I quickly stopped him, “I was just wondering what that meant to you.”

“I thought it seemed kind of obvious?”

“Let’s pretend it’s not and I’d like you to clarify.”

With a sharp inhale I stared at his face. I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about it. There’s a certain satisfaction in fantasising about a relationship with a person you’ve only seen in a public space once and couldn’t forget their face. But this was different, he was really here, physically and emotionally, asking me to trust him and let him in.

He sat up and I followed, both completely naked and vulnerable.

"I want to be with you. I want you to be mine and nobody else’s. I really like you, to the point that I don’t know how I survived those 28 hours between leaving and seeing you again, having the confirmation that I was just overthinking things. I want to be the only person to do these things with you. I want to take you out on dates and then come back home with you and hold you until we fall asleep,” he shook his head, breaking eye contact, “and now that I said all this I really hope you feel somewhat the same because if you don’t I might just lose my mind.”

 All I could hear was a faraway voice in my head, repeating a mantra that had kept me from living my life the way I was supposed to.

You’re so obsessed with me and naive, no wonder I could sneak around and bed a different girl every night and still come back to you to take me in. Are you so stupid that you can’t see that we have been over for months now? I just kept you around so your cunt can be useful to me.

Keisuke sighed, reaching to touch my face. “Then I guess I’ll have to try harder to get to know you,” he said with a smile, “I’m not giving up on you, Yuna. I know we’re going to be good together, I can just feel it in my bones. Whatever I can do to help you see it, I’ll do it.”

“Keisuke…” his eyes locked onto mine.

“...I’m not sure you thought this through enough. You don’t really know me, you don’t know what a mess my head is in. I want to say yes and it felt right saying I was yours, but I’m afraid we’d rush into it and ruin everything.”

“Can we just watch something first?” I asked.

“Can you be naked while we watch?” His mouth showed a devilish grin.

“Pervert.” I playfully smacked his shoulder, then leaned over to kiss his soft lips, digging my hand into his hair, now in a very loose ponytail. He bit my lower lip, took out the hair bobble, and shook his hair out. I got up to position my laptop on the desk so we could see the screen and put on one of my favourite series.

~ 

When I got back to bed, Keisuke wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head,

“I’m still going to call you mine until you tell me to fuck off.” I didn’t think that could ever be an option.

Mai Darling, 21:33

i’m going to sleep, getting up early to finish my research paper so you can get spicy wherever

just please don’t do it in the kitchen

i don’t want your sex particles in my food

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

good night my darling i hope we dont wake you later <3

Mai Darling, 21:34

you’d better not or i’ll rip your boyfriend’s dick off :D

Yunaaaaasty, 21:34

:’(

Mai Darling, 21:35

thought so, good night and stay safe lovebirds <3

Huh. Boyfriend.

Something about the notion felt safe and comforting. But that was just a recipe to get hurt again. Especially after last time…

~

“I’ll be out late, don’t wait up,” the voice on the other end of the line said. My heart sank, this had been happening for months now, we never saw each other, apart from him sneaking through my window in the dead of night, waking me up for a quick fuck and then passing out, disappearing before I woke up. Whenever I wanted to bring up the fact that we didn’t spend time together anymore, that I was losing interest in him because we didn’t even talk, he’d wave it off. “I told you I was busy, what more do you want from me?” 

Mai had told me to break it off with him, he wasn’t worth crying over, he didn’t care about me, and I’d find someone who would actually make an effort with me. “Don’t be dumb, Yuna, he’s a little weasel. He’s always seemed a little bit off to me, and you can’t even deny it! You only started liking him because it felt good being with a bad boy at the time. Who knows what he’s actually doing,” Mai would warn me to break things off with him on a daily basis, but I didn’t want to give up on him. I believed I could get him back to how he was before he started to pull away from me. Nobody prepared me for what I’d actually see when I decided to follow him out that night. 

~

“Good morning, sweetheart,” I rolled over and saw Keisuke, already awake, smiling at me from the other side of the bed.

“Mmmmornn.” I definitely couldn’t be accused of being a morning person.

Keisuke chuckled, “I don’t think I know that language, but I’m going to assume you need a couple more minutes of quiet to wake up.” He pulled me closer into his chest so I took a deep breath and inhaled his scent. 

I opened one eye as if to sneakily look at him. I couldn’t get enough of him. I could smell him, but I needed to see him, touch him, taste him. Quickly forming a thought in my mind, I managed to wake myself up for my hand to start venturing lower along his body. He quickly caught on and gave me a naughty smile,

“I take it you’re awake now, hmm?” I replied with a kiss, my hand reaching its destination and making him moan into my mouth. 

My hand wrapped around his cock and started slowly pumping it. As I did that, his hips started rolling into me. His moans turned into groans and soft grunts so I decided to switch my approach. Lowering myself to his crotch, his eyes turned hungrier, his noises needier. I took his length into my mouth, eliciting a long moan from his perfectly soft lips. His hips started thrusting upwards, but only slightly, like he couldn’t help himself.

I moaned at the taste of him, sending him into another long moan from the vibrations on his sensitive tip. I bobbed my head up and down, licking along the shaft and wetting it with my spit. His hands were gripping the sheets and his eyes were squeezed shut, taking in all of the sensations. While one of my hands was on the length of his shaft I couldn’t fit into my mouth, I brought the other to my clit, slowly rubbing circles around it and using the sensation to moan around Keisuke’s cock.

He moved one of his hands behind his head and the other to grab my hair into a makeshift ponytail. I looked up and locked eyes with him.

“You look so pretty with-ah fuck-your lips around my cock I could watch you-ah-suck me forever.” He noticed where my other hand was. “Ah, I see. You enjoying yourself?” He smirked with amusement, gripping my hair tighter and pushing me to take more of him in while I sucked in my cheeks to squeeze him tighter. Now he set the pace and very soon he started moaning louder. I rubbed myself quicker now, incredibly turned on by his using my mouth how he wanted.

“Can I come into your mouth?” I could barely hear him through his panting and I had no way of replying as he was still fucking my face so I removed the hand from my clit and gave him a thumbs-up. He laughed, but quickly returned to moaning and cursing under his breath.

“Fuck your mouth is incredible I could do this all day. Good girl you’re taking me so well. Are you ready? Fuck I can’t hold on any longer-” With another tug of my hair and a loud moan he spilt down my throat and my fingers slowed down, not quite willing to stop. I flipped over onto my back and looked up at him, showing him my empty mouth. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss then dragged me back up and kissed down my front to get to where my fingers were teasing my pussy. 

Flashing his canines he went straight in to devour my needy clit and puffy lips. I let out a cry as he pushed two fingers inside of me, immediately hooking them upwards to make me arch my back in pleasure. He removed his tongue only to instruct me to grip his hair, to which I obliged right away, desperate for more friction.

As he licked lazy circles around my sensitive clit I pulled him in closer, kind of afraid he might suffocate, but he just attacked with more fervour, making me moan even louder than before,

“Yes-ah-Keisuke please I’m almost there,” I needed him so terribly and he chuckled, sending vibrations to my core, almost finishing me. 

“Cum on my tongue, pretty girl, I want to taste how good I made you feel.”

That sentence alone sent a wave of pleasure over me, I arched my back and cried out his name while he was slowing down to ease me down to earth. Once again, he wiped his face and licked my slick off, savouring every drop of me before helping me up and embracing me into a tight hug. I was enveloped in his scent, sweetness with a hint of citrus, and it felt like all my stress and overthinking just melted away.

He pulled away after a kiss on my forehead, grinned, and went to put his clothes on.

“I’m guessing you don’t have classes today?” I went to look for something to wear in my wardrobe.

“No, I have Mondays off from university and work, you?” Now that he was, sadly, dressed, he peered out of the bedroom to check if Mai was still home.

“I already messaged work I’m not coming in today.”

With that I stopped in my tracks. Was this because of me? Am I preventing him from going? Wait, does he want to stay in with me?

“Oh how come?” Somehow I managed to sound cool, calm, and collected…I hoped.

“If I hadn’t, I’d have to leave you in bed around seven to get home and get my things to make it. I’d decided I’d much rather spend time with you, if that’s okay with you, of course.” My heart skipped. I felt the biggest grin forming on my face and his face lighting up when he saw it.

“Of course, um, it’s my turn to cook today so I’ll need to pop into the shop to get a couple of things and Mai will be home around 2 and out by 3. Do you want to give me a hand cooking? You don’t have to, of course, but if you want to that would be cool. Also I have to let her know you’ll be with us, do you have any allergies or something you don’t like to eat?” I felt myself rambling and holy fuck I needed to shut up, but he was still grinning at me as if he’d love nothing more than listen to me ramble. 

“You’re so cute. I eat everything and I’ll definitely help and give it my best to not burn down the building.” He made his way to the bathroom and I followed, my hair was in dire need of brushing.

~

Yunaaaaasty, 10:12

my darling keeper of my very own sanity, for lunch we’re making you your favourite <3

Mai Darling, 10:13

My lady, whomstever doth thou meansth whensth thou saysth we?

Yunaaaaasty, 10:14

you’re giving me an aneurysm 

keisuke is staying here for a bit :| hope thats okay with you pls dont be mad mai

Mai Darling, 10:14

as long as my peppers are done and you haven’t fucked in the kitchen i’m fine 

he really likes spending time in our flat huh

don’t take it the wrong way i really don’t mind, i’m just…noticing things

Yunaaaaasty, 10:16

noticing things, my queen?

Mai Darling, 10:16

don’t you worry your pretty little head with that ;) you have enough worries in there for all of us

i’m just saying he’s trying to spend time with you i think that’s cute

continue with my lunch now, servants!

Yunaaaaasty, 10:17

certainly, your highness *bows, scrapes ground with head, disintegrates into ground*

~

On our way to the shop, I noticed Keisuke battling with himself whether or not reach for my hand so I made it easier for him by entangling our fingers and smiling at him. He stopped in the middle of his sentence, as if shocked by my action, and continued with a slight stammer.

On the way back he decided to take my hand himself, but he was reduced to giggles when I used his hand to drag him closer to me and kiss his cheek. It felt good being out with him, being seen and not hidden like some kind of a shameful secret. Maybe it wouldn’t be catastrophic, being with Keisuke. 

“Have I told you how pretty you are?” I interrupted his thoughts, he snapped his head towards me and opened and closed his mouth a couple of times as if unsure how to start.

“I…I mean you said something like that when we met, but uhhh where’s this coming from?”

“I was just thinking out loud. I like being seen with you. Like this,” I lifted our hands, fingers threaded together, “and not feeling like you’re ashamed of me or whatever.”

“What? Has this happened to you before? Because if someone was ashamed to be seen with you, then they’re a moron of epic proportions.” He brought my hand to his lips and gave it a soft kiss, “If we were together, I’d shout it from the rooftops. I’d become so insufferable that everybody would roll their eyes whenever I mention you.” He was so ecstatic about it that I just had to giggle at him.

Back in the kitchen, I put on my apron adorned with Mai’s and my faces - it had been a birthday present from her not long after we moved in together. Keisuke rolled up his sleeves and started chopping red and orange peppers while I seasoned chicken and popped it into the oven. He had already diced the onion because I mentioned nothing stopped from me crying when I did it. When we threw it all into the pan, I got the seasoning out and Keisuke just stared at me from the other end of the kitchen.

“What is it?” I said with a smile.

“Being here and doing mundane things with you feels so natural.”

I couldn’t help but imagine a reality where this was the norm. Walking together, holding hands, cooking lunch, just existing in the same room and talking. I grabbed my wooden spoon and mixed the peppers and onion, adding herbs and garlic. I took out a tablespoon to taste it and grabbed a spoonful for Keisuke to try. He nodded approvingly,

“This is that dish you said you make often? Fucking incredible.” I grinned, put the cooked rice into the pot and mixed it all together.

By the time the chicken was finished in the oven, Mai barged in, groaning and throwing her bag on the chair before face-planting the couch.

“I hate her so muuuuuuch! She knows I don’t read and she still won’t cut me some slack when it comes to assigned reading. I don’t know how many times I have to spell it out for her that I’m fucking D - Y - L - S - E - X - Y - C!”

I had to smack Keisuke’s chest to stop him from snickering.

“My darling,” I went to check on her, “you do know that’s not how you spell dyslexic, right?”

She lifted her head off the pillow and blew a strand of hair out of her face, “Well that’s how I spell it.”

I patted her head and motioned her to come to the kitchen where I plated up our food and brought it to the table with Keisuke’s help. 

“And is your brother older or younger than you?” I wondered.

After we finished lunch, Mai grumbled away into her bedroom and got ready for work while Keisuke and I washed up and put away leftover rice. We still had a good few hours before he had to go home to make dinner for him and his brother so I suggested we go for a walk.

This time holding hands felt natural, and every time we passed someone I knew I didn’t feel like I had to let go and hide. He told me about his coursework, how he had always known he wanted to be a vet, about his favourite things, and his childhood friends. 

“Well, he’s not actually my brother, but he may as well be. We’ve been friends since we were in school. Funny story, actually,” He chuckled to himself, “He wanted to bully me but I ended up saving him from getting beaten up. You’re gonna have to meet him one day soon.”

I stopped in my tracks. He wanted to introduce me to his best friend/brother?

“No, not at all. I’m actually looking forward to meeting him.”

He looked at me, worry in his face, “Something wrong?”

I shook my head, trying not to show I was tearing up,

“You’re so weird, did you know?” He pulled me closer for a kiss. In public? In front of people!

Our kiss got broken up by a bicycle bell so we fled out of the way and just kept walking around. When we passed my university building I pointed it out.

“Looks like a prison, sorry,” Keisuke noted.

“Sometimes it feels like one, too. I need to get something from the library though, wanna come with?” He joined me inside, perusing the shelves of different sections in the library, while I went to the linguistics section to get a massive tome I needed for my next paper. On the way back home he offered to carry it for me when he saw the sheer size of the book. 

“Not gonna lie, Kei, you look really hot with a book in your hand.” His raised eyebrow made me giggle.

“Kei? I like that. I’ll start carrying a book with me at all times.” His hair was shining in the sun and I was overwhelmed by the need to run my fingers through it. Get it together, Yuna. 

I ended up recounting how I had met Mai, how she essentially ‘adopted’ me when she realised I was revising for the same midterm she had to take and she could listen to me revise instead of suffering through her own notes. Then we very quickly became best friends and I asked her if she wanted to move in with me since I had a free room in my flat.

“You own the place then?” Keisuke asked. This story always made me sad.

“Yeah, it was my grandma’s, but she died just before I started university and she left it to me, fully paid off, and she left me a savings account for my tuition. Technically I’m only working to cover my spending money and pay for food.” He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and caressed my cheek.

“Sorry to hear about your grandma.” I smiled at him, now approaching the front door. 

As I was struggling to find the apartment key in the sea of keychains, Keisuke started nibbling on my neck, “Hmm this feels kind of familiar, don’t you think?”

I hurried with the keys and pulled him behind me, heading straight into my room and starting to take off my clothes. His mouth was pulled into a devilish grin, canines poking out, making him look like a vampire, and he took his shirt off before pulling his hair back and attacking my neck again.

~

While we were lying entangled I couldn’t help but overthink the situation. I could feel myself digging the hole of obsession deeper by the minute, which is something I had told myself wouldn’t happen again. But, that said, this didn’t feel like last time.

Keisuke opened his eyes and nearly startled me when he spoke. “You look sad.”

Last time I jumped into a relationship without weighing out my options, just because I liked the look of him and he charmed me into thinking he’d stay like he had been that first week. Then I ended up spending six months constantly wondering where he was, and, on the rare occasions he actually spent time with me, being hidden from the eyes of anyone else.

We’d never held hands or hugged in public. He’d never introduced me to his friends or family. Then he’d said he was just keeping me around for sex and my whole self-worth collapsed. 

Not a question. I didn’t want to bother him with my problems, but it was like he had a sixth sense for it.

“Did you forget what I said to you last night? I want to be with you, and that means taking on a portion of your sadness as well as making you cum daily. Let me help you.”

His usual goofiness is gone, replaced by a serious tone, seeing directly into my soul with his intense eyes. He moved one hand to my hip and started caressing me. 

“I was just overthinking things. I know, I know, when do I not?” With a sigh, I continued.

“I wasn’t allowed to express myself in the last relationship. I’m still trying to learn how to communicate with a partner because I didn’t get that before. That’s why I’m so conflicted because I was drawn to you from the start, but the past experience says it only leads to a catastrophe.” I felt the need to shut my mouth immediately. I’d said too much and laid out my emotions too soon.

My mind was racing, but I’d decided. “I think it’s too soon to say, but there’s another Emo Nite event in 11 days and that might be a good day to decide.” 

Keisuke touched my face, looking deep into my eyes.

“Funny you said that, I also felt drawn to you when I first saw you. I was rude to you to try and stop myself from acting on that feeling, but it clearly didn’t work.” He gestured at us lying in each other’s arms. “But I’m glad this happened because now I can show you how a real man treats his partner. What the actual fuck was this guy’s problem? You’re so smart, kind, funny, and interesting, I can’t wait to hear every next word from your mouth. I really hope you give me a chance to show you how serious I am about all of it.”

“Sounds like a date. Gives me time to talk to my friends and get them to come with me again. Apparently they had a decent time after I left.” 

“Does that mean I could meet them then?”

He leaned in to kiss me and chuckled, “Sweetheart, you’re meeting them way sooner than that.”

~

With a million kisses to go and no firm plan on when we’ll see each other next, I saw him to the door and said goodbye. It hadn’t been five minutes before I got a message from him.

Keisuke, 18:32

I can smell you on my clothes. It’s making me smile in public. c:

Yuna🖤💙, 18:33

thats funny because we spent most of the time with no clothes on

but i can smell you on my pillow and im just gonna sit here and snuggle it for a while

Keisuke, 18:33

That’s probably the lamest thing I’ve ever heard.

Please keep it up.

I’ll give you my hoodie or something next time.

Yuna🖤💙, 18:34

PROMISE?!

Keisuke, 18:34

Woah eager beaver C;

Yeah of course. Seeing you in my clothes might send me to a hospital, but I bet it would be worth it. c;

Yuna🖤💙, 18:35

if you get a heart attack whos gonna eat me out until i cry from overstimulation??????

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:36

Hey I’m hospitalised, not dead!

Yuna🖤💙,18:36

youre ridiculous. let me know when you get home safe <3

Boyfriend Material🧛🏻, 18:37

How cute, she’s worried about me c;

~

Yuna-chan, 19:03

i spent the past 22 hours with him 

hes sooooo not like any asshole from before

like

he held my hand when we walked

he kissed me in front of the library?!?!?!!?

he asks me stuff about me

chat is this real??? 

Hana-chan, 19:05

Dibs on picking bridesmaid dresses :)

Seriously though Yuna Im so happy for you

He sounds really nice

I expect an in-depth report on Sunday :D

And I want to see both of you at the event next Friday ;)

Yuna-chan, 19:10

thank you hana i couldnt have done this without you

seriously

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HE TOOK A POLAROID OF ME FROM THE FRIDGE!

Hana-chan, 19:12

Thank fuck it wasn’t a pair of panties hahah

That’s kinda cute ngl

You have one of him he has one of you.

Yuna-chan, 19:15

i’m smiling uncontrollably ??????? can’t stop send help

btw you got homework done for tomorrow?

~

After a few more hours of general upkeep of the apartment, texting with Hana and Keisuke, and sniffing the pillow whenever I walked into my bedroom, Mai arrived home from work and headed straight into the kitchen for leftovers. We sat at the kitchen table, catching up, when she pulled out a bag of popcorn from her bag, along with a couple of pots full of nacho cheese dip.

With a grin, we switched to the living room and put on our favourite show to rewatch, snacking on the loot from the cinema. 

[lovinqmils]

ꜰᴀʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ┊ avatar x human!reader

Warnings: follows avatar twow plot (aka spoils the whole thing) , sfw (don't even try me w anything weird) , some ooc, use of y/n, female reader, argument?

can also be found on wattpad: @lovinqmils

THIS IS A STORY (NOT A ONESHOT) SO IT'LL HAVE MULTIPLE PARTS

I don't speak na'vi, so all the na'vi words are from google pls forgive me if they are wrong (┳◇┳)

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6

TW: ARGUMENT

PART 2: " DANCER " 1.9k words

you sat on your desk chair, curled up in a ball mumbling angry complaints about your current situation

“how could they do this to me..? why would I want to get closer to my potential killer!?”

you fell silent as you heard a knock on your bedroom door, reluctantly getting up you slowly opened the door and saw a young human boy, who you often saw in the lab, standing in the doorway.

‘wait! maybe I won’t have to face them after all!’ you thought, your eyes lighting up with the hope that you wouldn’t be spending a painfully awkward 2 hours with the blue creatures Jake’s sons as you had dreaded.

“…can we.. uhh come in?”

oh great..we

clearly, you weren’t as fortunate as you’d hoped

“..sure.” you said, a tinge of disappointment in your voice , “two of you will have to sit on my bed, I haven’t got enough desk space” you returned to your desk chair sitting snug up against the wall, awkwardly looking at the table.

there was only one spare seat, so naturally the human boy took a seat in front of you, while Neteyam and Lo’ak sat next to each other on your bed.

“..so let’s start with basic introductions first, im sure you’ve..uhh seen me around, but my name is Spider” the human boy awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, turning towards his two friends, silently begging them to introduce themselves.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan,” he looked up noticing your confusion, “…Neteyam.”

letting out a tired sigh, “I’m Lo’ak”

“i’m y/n,” you said, your gaze never leaving sight of your desk in front of you

the first 45 minutes consisted of intense stares from Lo’ak and Neteyam while Spider was trying to teach you how to pronounce, “my name is y/n”, however, it was clear that you weren’t gonna get very far any time soon

“no, you have to make like an rrrr sound”

“…how am I supposed to make an r..r-rrr sound!?”

the conversation in the room grew quiet, spider rubbing his temples (trying to convince himself that he was not a bad teacher and that you were just slow)

“who really are you..?” Lo’ak spoke up, looking at you up and down . it was now clear that they had never really stopped suspecting you. you paused, taking a deep breath, you were starting to get annoyed with the number of times you'd been asked that question.

“…who do you think I am?”

this answer drew everyone’s attention, the atmosphere quickly became tense, however, you remained in complete eye contact with Lo’ak awaiting an answer.

“..a spy” he paused, “I think you're a spy, sent from whatever dumb planet you came from , helping with whatever the sky people here are trying to do.”

you let out a low chuckle; now you were annoyed, “you must think you’re really smart, sorry to break it to you but if your tiny blue brain still can’t process what I’ve told you a thousand times, I’m not sure you’re fit to be asking all these questions”

you stood up from your seat, walking towards Lo’ak before Neteyam held out his arm protectively in front of his brother. Normally at the mere sight of Neteyam, you’d run away in fear, but the fact that the two of them couldn’t even last two hours without giving you dirty looks was extremely irritating.

“calm down, you sound quite rich considering you were flailing around in the forest a couple of days ago.” Neteyam scoffed, moving to take a step forward so he was now towering over you

“wait..are you kidding me!?” your eyebrows furrowed together and your mouth agape in shock, “what were you expecting me to do?” this time you take a step closer, now forcing Neteyam to shuffle back. “I appear in this random place, stripped away from everything I ever knew. piecing together whatever little survival info I had trying to find help, only to be attacked by..by wild ape things and you expect me to be calm?!”

“hey! you don’t get to insult my friends like that,” Spider was now standing, roughly pushing your shoulder to get you’re attention, “what did you want him to do? not protect his clan, his family? I understand you're stressed but-”

“you..understand..? being forgotten, as a baby, does not mean you can relate to me” all the stress and anxiety had finally caught up with you, you weren’t expecting an apology but they could at least be mindful of what they were saying

“if his family is so important, he should be able to feel even the slightest bit of sympathy” you turned to Neteyam, “try to imagine..being kidnapped, taken by force, and waking up in an unknown land, your family nowhere to be seen. you’re not familiar with anyone so ‘naturally’ you get attacked, then you get bombarded by thousands of questions, being examined hundreds of times. After all that, you overhear that you may not be able to see your family again.” you scoffed, “so, forgive me if I am being dramatic, I hope my ability to be calm won’t affect you too much.”

everyone looked at you in shock, sure they could see you were stressed but they did not expect you to burst out in anger like that. you walked over to your wardrobe and took out a black box from the top cupboard, walking towards the door you said,

“we have around 30 minutes left, if you need me I’ll be behind the lab. once the time is up, get out.” your voice was laced with venom, you were blinded by intense rage and stress that you refused to spend any longer around them.

you walked out of your bedroom and told the working scientists you were going for a walk, leaving before they could question you any further.

the three boys were frozen, they didn’t know what to say. Neteyam felt a small pain in his heart when he heard you say that you might not be able to see your family ever again, as he knows that without his family, he has no purpose. Lo’ak was also confused, he didn’t know how to feel. he wasn’t in the wrong for suspecting you, but he started to regret giving you nothing but judgmental stares for the past hour and a half.

“uhm.. do we just sit here and wait for 30 minutes…?” Spider awkwardly turned to look at his friends, this was the first time they’d been in such a…unique situation.

“no, let's just leave now. I’ll tell dad she wanted to end it early.” Neteyam dusted himself off and walked out the bedroom, Lo’ak and Spider following suit. they waved goodbye to the scientists, and quickly walked out of the lab.

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you stormed out of the lab, your nails digging into the sides of the black box. once you had found a nice clear area behind the lab, you knelt down on the grass and opened the box. inside were 3 things, all of which you had stolen borrowed from other scientists. the first thing was a walkman, you were confused as to why somebody had something that old in their possession but you needed some form of music so you took it anyway. the last two things were dance equipment; pointe shoes & toe pads, you were a dance student back on earth so taking them was a no-brainer.

after tying the ribbons on your pointe shoes, you adjust your sweatpants and slip on the walkman pressing a button to play whatever music tape was left inside.

as the music flooded your ears you allowed your body to melt into the rhythm of the music, your feelings drifting away as you moved. you smiled and pretended as if you were performing on stage, acting out the very story you were dancing to. as the song reached its climax you softly hummed the melody, turning faster yet obtaining your elegance. this was a routine you had done thousands of times before yet it was still the one that you enjoyed the most.

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Lo'ak's ears twitched as he came to an abrupt stop.

"what?" Neteyam stopped walking and turned to look at his younger brother

"listen," Lo'ak whispered turning towards a certain direction of the forest. Giving nobody a chance to respond, he started to walk closer to where he heard the sound coming from.

"look," Spider pointed in your direction

"what's she doing?" Lo'ak asked, looking directly at your pointe shoes

"I think she's..dancing?" Spider replied. he and Lo'ak were now crouching behind a bush, trying to get a better look at you without making it obvious that they're watching you. Neteyam on the other hand, stood next to a tree, mesmerised at the way you moved. how effortlessly you turned, while humming a soft tune.

"is she balancing on her toes..!? is that a human thing?" Lo'ak turned to Spider n nudged his side repeatedly, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things

"how would I know!!? I don't know everything about earth!" Spider groaned, attempting to stop his friend from bruising his ribs

after hearing a loud noise, you immediately stopped dancing and took off the walkman, turning in the direction of the sound. you spotted two blue figures; one in a bush and one shamelessly standing by a tree. you moved your gaze slightly to the right and saw small a head of blonde dreadlocks.

you chuckled, "so much for a spy, huh?" you sat down on the grass and started to untie your pointe shoes, while Spider and Lo'ak stood up from their 'hiding' spot

"what were you doing?" Spider asked, looking at your pointe shoes

"aren't you a human?" you picked up your pointe shoes and walked towards him, "I was dancing, the style is called ballet. these are pointe shoes , I wear them to...make my dancing look more graceful?" you passed Spider one of your pointe shoes and gave Lo'ak the other, before turning around to put the walkman back into the black box.

"uhh...I'm gonna need those back" you coughed awkwardly, pushing forward the black box and gesturing for them to put your pointe shoes in the box. after closing the lid on the box, you slowly looked at the three of them your mind tracing back to the heated conversation earlier.

"sorry-"

"about earlier..-" you started,.

Lo'ak looked up in embarrassment and pointed toward you, signalling for you to speak first

"I didn't mean to blow up at you guys earlier," you turned to Neteyam, "I was wrong to blame you like that... I guess I just don't know what to do anymore" you took a step back and cleared your throat, trying to remember a short Na'vi phrases you had been taught,

"Oe..tsap'..palute s..see?"

you looked up, a deep blush immediately rushing up your cheeks as you saw the confusion on their faces

"do you mean..Oe tsap'alute si?" Neteyam looked at you in amusement, while Lo'ak and Spider burst out into laughter

"you...you know what I meant!" you held the box closer to your face, trying to hide your humiliated face, "look..I'm sorry okay!"

"sorry for being...rude," Lo'ak sheepishly said, still chuckling from your poor attempt at speaking the Na'vi language

you smiled and waved goodbye to the trio, "see you guys next week!" they waved goodbye and headed deeper into the forest

maybe...just maybe they weren't as bad as you thought

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thank you so much for reading ! please make sure to comment who you'd like for the love interest <33

[diamondzoey]

Rules of the bug army house!

Marco walks into their house: Alright bugs sorry to bother you but- *Sees a whiteboard* umm… what is that in the wall?

Korey: umm.. So that, that’s a white board

Emerald: of all the rules we have for the house

Marco: you guys made rules for yourselves?

Chester: Uhh yeah.. We realize we needed it, after a lesson a day of living with each other sooo.. have that

Raine: Yeah and as the time goes on we add to the list, sooo

Calix: it’s been growing

Marco:….Let me see that

-a few seconds later-

All of the bugs and Marco are sitting down

Marco looking at the list of rules: Rule No.1 No sparing, training, fighting, etc.. after dinner, seems fair enough

Duarte: See, it’s not that bad

Marco: Rule No. 2 Lamia and calamity are not allowed in a room together unsupervised.. also understandable..,

Jemma: see, that was made after they almost blew up the house after the first night

Lamia huffs: I said I was sorry, also he started it *While pointing at calamity*

Calamity: you little-

Marco: Rule No.3 neither Jemma nor Korey are allowed in the kitchen unsupervised…why?

Easton: Well Korey would burn the kitchen and jemma can’t cook and will burn the food she’s making into a crisp

Marco:…Okay, Rule No.4 Duarte is not allowed to babysit the baby bugs unsupervised..what?

Chester: Well when she does she teaches the baby bugs curse words

Marco shrugs his shoulders: Fair, Rule No.5 if you hear one of the bugs playing in someone’s room, leave them alone. Okay, I don’t understand this one

Malachi: basically means that they are going through it and they need to be left alone

Easton: No question asked

Marco: Rule No.6 Sunday brunch is mandatory- what are these rules!?

Emerald: Sunday brunch is necessary for team bonding, come on Marco

Azren: besides the rules get better trust me

Marco looks at the list: Rule No. 7 if any one dyes their hair red they must only do it in their bathroom

Calamity: Yes, so that was from when I dyed my hair in the kitchen, apparently I got red dye everywhere..

Victor: And it looked like a crime scene

Jemma: Sammy and some of the other bugs was traumatized for days

Marco: Oh my..Okay, Rule No.8 Jemma or Lamia needs to wear gloves every time they sleep

Vincent: yeah we found out after night 3 that they both sleep walkers

Jemma: I’m NOT a sleep walker!

Chester: Okay then explain why the couch lit on fire last night?

Jemma: I don’t know maybe you were dreaming??

Korey: it wasn’t a dream if all of us saw it

Marco: Okay moving on..Rule No.9 if anyone hurts one of the bugs or the gator boys, the bugs are allowed to beat that person up

Easton: yeah we made that rule when Jemma almost rip Sammy’s bio mom’s hair out

Jemma: 😊

Marco: Alright..Moving to rule no.10

Vincent: Oh my divines, this one is my favorite!

Marco: If someone picks up a nerf gun…? Everyone in the same room must immediately pick one up and participate in a nerf..Battle…Is that why there are so many nerf guns lying around?

Duarte: Yup and you pretty much keep going until there’s only one person left standing!

Calix: it’s very intense

Marco: oh okay.. Rule No.11 Sammy is not allowed to have weapons near him

Azren: yeah that rule was made when he accidentally fired a tranquil dart at victor and he was out for days

Marco: Okay, Rule No.12 Azren is not allowed to sleep outside when it’s winter?

Joan: yeah that was after the many times he almost turned into a human shaped ice cube many times

Azren: Hey!

Marco: Alright, Rule No.13 twister is not allowed to be played in the house, why?

Easton: that was because after few games of twister some of us got turn into a human pretzels and took hours to get unstuck

Marco:…Rule No.14 every week everyone gets to pick a activity to do that week

Amber: me and Lucy made that rule because we thought it was be a fun experience to do everyone’s activity UwU

Marco: Alright… Rule No.15 Jemma is not allowed to use her fire power in the house

Jemma: Yeah that was after I accidentally burned the kitchen because I thought if I use my fire power it would cook the food I was making faster

Duarte: it didn’t

Marco: Okay… Rule No.16 Monopoly is banned, that’s a rule?

Chester: Monopoly ruins friendships, Marco

Emerald: Basically Raine way too good at it

Malachi: there’s also been times when the board had been broken too many times

Vincent: first instance being calamity and the second time Jemma almost beat Raine in monopoly and Jemma accidentally lit the board on fire

Amber: So…

Azren: The last time we played calamity throw the board game out the window

Marco:…Okay, Final rule- Rule No.17 always remember that we’re a team/Family, Aw that’s pretty sweet

Duarte: that is correct Marco, we have to remember to work together in times like these

Marco: Times like these?, what do you-*Sees that all of the bugs have nerf guns*

Marco: Well is that a nerf gun in your hand…?

Nash: refer to rule No.10 Marco

Sammy: if someone picks up a nerf gun, everyone in the same room must pick a nerf gun and participate in a nerf gun battle

Marco: You- You’re not being serious…?

Let’s just say a nerf gun battle begin

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A/n: am finally done, this took me three hours to write , also what would you add to the rules?

The bugs in this

Korey- @rozeliyawashereyall

Emerald- @aspenm00n

Chester- @not-5-rats

Raine- @willowve01

Calix- @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid

Duarte- @puffin-smoke

Jemma/Lamia- @diamondzoey

Azren/calamity- @strayharmony943

Sammy- @ccstiles

Easton- @itsargyle

Victor/Vincent- @littlesiren79

Nash- @lightdragon789

Amber- @astralbulldragon13

Malachi- @stxph-artist

Joan- @rustycopper4use

Lucy- @castbracelet240

[jakekiszkasmommy]

The Professor Part 4 📖

Warnings: ETIRE SERIES 18+, a little fluff/angst, p in v unprotected sex, dirty talk, rough sex, a little bit on bondage, squirting, ALL the warnings!!!!! You know the drill- minors if you are here I will have professor Jake slap you across the face with a textbook.

Author's note: I am NOT condoning teachers and students having a relationship like this. HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

............

Jacob:

7pm. I have to get some lesson planning done.

.....

After classes you came home and took a long nap, much longer than you were anticipating. When you woke up, the time on your phone read 6:02pm. Shit. You climb out of bed, quickly shower, and throw on a pair of leggings and a cropped tshirt with two rock and roll skeleton hands on it. The shirt nearly too cropped, exposing the underside of your breasts when you reach up.

You spend the next hour deep cleaning your house. You hadn't given yourself the time this weekend to give it a good cleaning. After lighting candles all around your home, you dig your freshly clean blankets out of the dryer and fold them. You put some away in your room and lay the others neatly in their spots around your living room.

You pour yourself a glass of wine and settle onto your couch. You hadn't heard from Jacob all day and weren't sure if he was even stopping by. Pressing play on your TV remote, the opening scene of Scream rolls across the screen. You chuckle to yourself quoting, "What's your favorite scary movie?"

About 20 minutes into the movie and 2 glasses of wine, you hear your doorbell ring. Opening your door, you find Jake dressed in the same clothes as this morning and a stack of take out containers in his arms. You grab the top few boxes so that he can see as he steps over the threshold. You walk into your kitchen and help him set everything down.

"I was starting to think you wouldn't show. 20 minutes late," you scoff.

He opens a few containers while you set out plates for the both of you. "Sorry, I wasn't sure what you liked, so I- uhh, I got a little bit of everything so that took longer."

You walk to the living room and snatch up your wine glass. You wiggle it his direction as you ask, "Would you like a glass?"

He nods and watches as you reach up into the cabinet to retrieve another glass. Your shirt raises higher and exposes your left side and the underside of your breast. His lips part and he clears his throat, tearing his eyes away.

When you turn around and hand him his glass his cheeks are flushed. He takes a rather large sip of wine and notes, "Scream? You like that kind of stuff?"

You giggle, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you take a seat. "Do you not like scary movies?"

He takes a seat one stool away from you, grabbing a few scoops of food. "No, horror is actually one of my favorite genres. But this," he says while pointing his fork towards your TV, "is just child's play."

.....

You both eat in silence, the movie playing in the background for a moment before you speak up.

"Jacob," you sigh, "we can't....." you trail off as you pick at a piece of chicken with your fork. You take a gulp of wine.

His eyebrows are knit together in thought. "I know. Damn. I know." He huffs and shakes his head. "I know it sounds crazy, Y/n, but I want to get to know you. Not just a hookup like the other night. I don't do that either, you know?"

"But your job. Us- we can't." You pop the last piece of chicken into your mouth.

He turns to face you in his seat. "I know we can't. But there's this- this tension. Obviously you felt it earlier."

You stand up and collect your dishes. "I would be lying if I said I didn't want to. But I can't be worried about your job and the fact that I could get kicked out of school right before I graduate." You scrub the dishes in frustration.

Your back is turned to him and as you busy yourself at the sink, he is taking you in. Dressed comfortably as you were the night prior. He stands from his stool and looms behind you, arms trapping you in between him and the sink. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder. "I'm going to keep chasing you, I'm afraid. Always wanting what I can't have." He bites at the exposed skin and trails up to your ear. "I would have fucked you across my desk if you would have let me today."

His gravely voice making your body tense. The crushed velvet covering his top half brushes your arms and you place the dishes off to the side to dry before turning to face him. Your fingertips lightly brush over the material before your arms lay atop his shoulders. Your fingers naturally find purchase in his hair.

"Jacob, if I didn't know better, I would think you were the Devil himself trying to drag me to hell with him." You look up at him with doe eyes, fluttering your lashes ever so slightly.

"Well the thing is, love, I know you want me to." In the blink of an eye he picks you up under your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. "What do you say, love, be my Persephone? Let me drag you to the underworld."

Your lips are on his in an instant. Picking up exactly where you left off earlier in his office. You tug the hair at the back of his head downward, exposing his throat. You lick and bite at his sensitive skin. He could hardly stand it anymore.

While his plush lips travel the length of your neck, your head tilts back and you whisper, "Take me."

No sooner than the words leave your mouth, he has you thrown over his shoulder walking towards your room. The sound of Randy explaining the 3 rules of horror movies getting more and more quiet the closer you get to your bedroom.

He tosses you down on the bed, your head landing in the pillows. He quickly unbuckles his belt with one hand and uses it to tie your wrists to the headboard. He pushes your shirt up but your bound wrists stop it from coming all the way off. He shrugs off his jacket and pulls his shirt quickly over his head, opting for that rather than wasting time unbuttoning it.

Leaning over you, his lips wrap around one of your nipples. Your back arches off the bed in response. "My Persephone," he bites at the supple skin under your collar bone. "Are you ready to be dragged to the depths of hell? Held on the brink of pleasure and pain until you give yourself to me?" His voice is dripping with lust as he whispers to you.

"Yes, sir. Please?" You wiggle under his light fingertips ghosting over your hips.

He drags your leggings and panties down and tosses them to the floor. Settling between your legs, he slowly kisses and nips at your inner thighs. You lift your head slightly to take in the sight of the man below you. His eyes meet yours as he wraps his lips around your clit. His tongue working slowly over the bundle.

He releases you and comes up to lightly kiss your lips. His left hand lightly wraps around your throat. "I want you to beg. You sound so pretty when you beg."

"Jakey," you plead. A moan escapes your lips.

"Ooo that's a new one. I kind of like it. Makes you sound pathetic." His right hand moves back down to circle your clit. Your eyebrows knit together in response and your mouth hangs open. He sinks two digits into you, eliciting a groan from your chest.

"Ughhh, Jakey, please, please I need to cum." You grind your hips into his hand.

He tsks, "You really are such a needy thing. All tied up and begging to cum." He quickens his pace with his fingers. Each pump in and out of you has you screaming louder.

"YES. GOD YES. PLEASE," you pant out.

"Such a good little slut for me aren't you? Know how to make my cock twitch." He pulls his finger out and shoves them into your mouth. You lick your arousal from them before he rips them out of your mouth. "I want you to give me everything you've got." He sinks his fingers back into your core. His pace is even faster this time. His grip on the sides of your throat tightening, restricting the blood flow to your head.

Your wrists struggle against the restraints. "Jacob, I- I'm-" you are absolutely lost in pleasure. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you feel dizzy. Just when you think you might pass out, he let's go of your neck and cradles your head in his hand.

"Look at me, love," his smooth accent floating to your ears coaxes you back to the present. His pace has slowed but only slightly. And it's enough to throw you headfirst into your orgasm. You clench around his fingers. "Fucking hell, baby." He pumps his fingers faster. Your eyes lock with his and it's all you need before you are releasing all over him.

He removes his grip from you and you whine in protest. Quickly he undoes his belt from around your wrists and you make quick work of the button and zipper on his pants. He slides them off and you push him into the pillows. Straddling him, you line yourself up before sinking down onto him.

You both groan in response. Your hands trail up his chest, gripping his layered chains as you start to move up and down on him. His hips move to meet yours. His eyes are fixated on the way you breasts bounce. The perfect little tattoo that lays between them. A particular thrust sends your head falling backwards and you start to squeeze his thick length. "Already, love? Is my cock just that good?" His hands grip your hips so tightly, you are sure there will be bruises. He uses his grip to slam you down onto him harder.

Your eyes meet his and you swear you feel the world stop around you. You lean down, tangling your hands into his hair. Kissing him feels like absolute heaven. Your bodies feel like they were made for each other.

You pull away from the kiss just enough to whisper, "Jakey," you moan, "I want to be yours. I want you to have me anytime you want."

He slows his pace, keeping you both teetering on the edge a little while longer. "All mine, eh?" A smile spreads across his face. "I guess having this velvety pussy wrapped around me all the time doesn't sound too bad." He flips you both over again. Your bodies tangled together. You are unsure of where yours ends and his begins.

His thrusts become sloppy and he is moaning into your kisses. You can't hold it any longer and are releasing all around him. "Fuck yes, Jacob. Keep going. Please don't stop." You moan, clawing at his back.

His hips still as he spills into you for a moment but then he continues fucking his release deep into you. "I fucking love this pussy. Tell me who's it is." His hips snap into yours harder. He leans back and pushes your thighs into you. "Hold them." He instructs smacking your thigh, you yelp. "I said tell me."

"Yours. It's all yours, sir." You grab your shaking legs and hold them in place. This angle making tears stream from your eyes. "God please."

His thumb circles your clit and his left hand resumes it's earlier postion on your throat. "God isn't here, love. Remember? Better to not make deals with the Devil." He slams into you relentlessly.

You start to lose grip on your legs and you see stars in your vision. Your orgasm rips into you and you scream his name. He fucks you through it and eventually still his hips. He leans down and kisses your forehead.

"My Persephone."

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Part 5

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[carionto]

Something was supposed to be there

Part 1 2 3 4

"Explorer's log, the Radiant Dusk at Everest, Day 1. Me, the impeccable Trisha, alongside with my irritating companion Haespar, (Haespar: Hey now, no need to be rude) (Trisha: and my point stands proven. Hush now, this is my documentary!)

and the lovely Silent Engineer Emily, (Trisha: Emily silently blushes, hehe) (Haespar: ignore her listeners, she's making things up) (Trisha: stop being irritating, you're just giving me more stuff to edit out later)

are making our way towards our first objective - the teleporter-warp engine hybrid thing. (Haespar: very documentary-like choice of words) (Trisha: see what I have to deal with viewers? No respect for the arts) (Haespar: I thought this was a documentary.) (Trisha: Gah, that's it, your character is gonna meet a tragic end at the start of this and I'll make you into a ghost in editing or something)

A-hem! Emily and I, after making our way through the desolate crash landed Dusk, mourned the death of our associate, Mr Kraus, who fell victim to faulty electrical cabling dangling from the dark ceiling. Tragic. (Haespar: I don't even get a eulogy? That hurts my feelings. *grins*) (Emily: *light chuckle*) (Trish: *gasp* Emily, I thought you were on my side! And you, wipe that smile off your face, you're dead now)

However, the two of us, accompanied by a SILENT ghostly visage of the fallen person, continued on with our critical mission to assess the condition of this deadly ruin of a ship, and figure out if we have what we need to make our way back home. (Haespar: Just to be on the record, the ship is perfectly fine, structurally, the lights work and life support systems are all green and we are walking along a nice, flat and wide hallway with no obstacles or hazards) (Trisha: buzzkill)

After hours of grueling work (Haespar: not even 20 minutes since we started) AFTER HOURS OF GRUELING WORK, we have finally made it to the first checkpoint. Emily, using her superior skills and knowledge of technology, has taken upon herself the mighty task of reverse engineering the broken down doorway (Haespar: aka - showing her ID to the terminal) to grant us access to the abandoned chamber (Haespar: pretty sure I went here two days ago) that holds the first key information we need.

The door creaks open under the weight of history to reveal...

uhh, okay. What are we actually looking at?" Trisha is forced to return to a normal way of talking as reality is now proving to be less boring than she expected.

Haespar, also quite stunned by what they see: "That's a big hole where the room with the telerporter-warp hybrid engine was supposed to be."

"There's scorch marks." Emily chimes in, "It looks like a perfect sphere. Maybe 30 meter diameter."

Indeed, a massive empty space where not only the hybrid engine was housed, but a few other less relevant rooms across five different floors were as well.

"It's like someone took a laser cutter to all of this, like in that movie, Terminator, where that guy comes back from the future and there's this cool effect and the ground where he lands is all like cut off and stuff."

"I'll take your word for it, Trisha." Haespar gets on the comms back to the bridge, "Ira, we've reached where the hybrid engine was. It didn't come with us and disintegrated a large section around it, Emily will send you precise details shortly."

On the other end, Chief Engineer Ira Tameki silently absorbed the new information. After a long pause and a deep breathe, she collected herself: "Understood. Leave that area alone, but continue with the task. We still need to know the status of everything else on this ship. I need to talk to the Captain."

"I don't know if telling him will do any good in the state he's in right now." Haespar suggested, but Ira shook her head, even if he can't see her.

"Probably not, but he needs to know we're stuck with no way of getting back currently. The sooner he begins digesting reality, the better."

"Alright, I hope you're right."

"Me too."

Continue->

[growling]

For all the (mostly american) mutuals that were curious about the realm of Poland and its strange and unusual inhabitants:

Polish soldiers/armed forces etc salute with two fingers instead of the whole hand. Apparently some cub scouts also do that??

Mushroom picking season is like REALLY big here. Like. It's big. Poles love mushroom picking. When I was a young boy my mother, aunt and grandparents would drop me off into the wilderness to pick boletes for 4 hours straight then get lost and have to navigate back into the car via utilizing the earth's magnetic field to determine our position which took like 1 more hour and then once we got back I had to physically recover from that shit for like an entire week. We got like at least 4 huge baskets mushrooms after that that lasted for at least a few months if they're preserved well however I do not like mushrooms so I never even ate them. Except for cultivated mushrooms these are fine the soup bangs actually

I thought this was normal in most countries but turns out it's just us and a few others in eastern/middle Europe: most movies in Poland use voice-over translation/lektor filmowy instead of dubbing/subtitles. Multiple va dubbing is reserved mostly for children's movies and those real popular but mostly younger audience marvel type movies or something, while the subtitle type of translation is pretty rare and I honestly never even seen it on tv.

A FUCKTON of roadside/wayside shrines just being there, especially in smaller towns. Sometimes theres also a single shrine in the middle of nowhere in some woods with no civilization in sight and you just don't question it

those fuckibg white storks

We still got blasphemy laws ("offending religious feelings"/"obraza uczuć religijnych") by the way. Yes you can actually get arrested and fined and get sentenced to months of restriction of freedom for being mean to jesus

Not removing your shoes upon entering someone's place is considered rude. I feel physical pain whenever someone doesn't do that. Take them off kurwa jebana jego mać stop staining my beautiful surfaces I am going to kill you

Unlike the horror stories I've been hearing about the USA in Poland you're allowed to be rude to customers at your job🥰🥰 You can just not smile if you want🥰🥰🥰🥰 its so funny seeing tourists get so confused and offended over that and half the time we're not even being mean just. Literally servicing you with a neutral facial expression and minimal required effort sfdysrsfjewdggs

Yeah uhh related to above point kind of, there still seems to be a few remnants of a culture of distrust. 30-40 years ago neighbors snitched on each other for subversion and people sometimes just disappeared (PRL times). Fun fact during PRL my dipshit mega absent dead paternal grandfather used to beat people on the street with sticks as a job or perhaps a recreational activity in order to get goodboy points from the police. or the secret police. No idea all we know is that he didn't do that for free. Growling family lore drop

National eating donuts/pączki day. National water fight day

As far as I know, USAmericans (and honestly other english-speaking countries too?) really like to regard people they know only a little as a "friend" like I noticed its really really easy to get called a friend in there. Poles on the other hand are very scared of the word "friend" they really avoid saying it nearly all the time you won't hear a pole just say that. Most people are not our friends. That title is special sacred and reserved for only the worthy ones who you actually genuinely know and trust for a minimum of 10 years. In order to be considered someone's friend in Poland you have to max out all their meters complete all of their quests and defeat their father at the end. Most poles only have like 2-3 true "friends" lmao we really don't throw around that term lightly

Carpet hanger jumpscare

The "polish cow song" people love to meme not knowing the language/lyrics is actually about drug addiction lmao. Sorry. Lol

We also got raccoon dogs here👍👍👍

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Yay, you updated! I loved it! Part 3? 🥺

Okay~ Part 1, Part 2

His Name [3]

Awkward. That you felt about this situation between you and Jonggun, but he didn't.

You sat beside him while one of his men drove the car. He looked very cold, you admitted it since you first met him at Junior High School. In your mind, his cold and silent demeanor never change, he still 'Yamazaki Yuzuru' that you knew.

"So ... uhh, why you want me to come with you? I mean, why are you want come to your Yamazaki residence?" you asked. He glanced behind his sunglasses, you knew that he throw the cold look.

He took off his sunglasses, "Your dear father want me to have business deal, because he owes me. So you will come with me." he looked at your eyes.

'These eyes still same like you were 16,' he thought, then he turned his gaze at the outside of window. The wind blew his hair, made you thought about why he didn't use pomade like he used to. But you still enjoyed the view.

▪︎▪︎▪︎

After an hour passed, you finally arrived at the Yamazaki residence. A traditional Japanese house stood firmly in place, Jonggun got out of his car, so do you walking behind him.

Jonggun stopped his track then spoke, "Walk beside me." his tone was stern and demand. You just obeyed him, you walked beside him. But, that was one thing making you surprised; he grabbed your waist and pulled you a little closer to him.

Before you protested, he spoke, "Act normally, I'm just doing this and you want to protest?" he raised an brow. He made you silent.

You two walked together toward the building, you glanced at him, found that he was still wearing flat facial expression that gave the impression of coldness.

"From now, you're always by my side," he looked at you, "that's mean you're won't be with another man." he added. As he finished his words, you couldn't help but silent in surprised.

Is he mean that you two ... engaged?

"He mean, you're engaged with him." someone chuckled, that was someone with blonde hair, and he smiled at you. "Hello there, Ojou-sama~" he greeted with a flirtatious tone.

He was Kim Jungoo.

"I thought Mr. Kenji's daughter was a bratty one, but you weren't." Jungoo commented, he analized your look from the head to toe, "You're a good one."

Confused, you just looked at the man that still had his hand around your waist. He sighed, "Why are you here?" he asked.

Jungoo shrugged, "Am I wrong to see you with this beautiful woman?" he snickered. But Jonggun didn't give a fuck about what he just said and walked with you to enter into his residence.

You turned at Junggo, then lowered your head and gestured 'sorry' to the blonde man.

Without you knew he putted his hands in his pockets, and thought. 'Perfect as the old man said.'

"Goo-kun~ You're fucking here, darl?" a woman was named Shimamura Rei walked toward him. Before he spoke, that woman punched his back, "Why you don't answer my call, huh?"

Goo rolled his eyes, "This little brat ..." he said.

"Just shut up, Goofy!"

▪︎■▪︎

You gave your father a side eyes, and he just smield stiffly at you. "Honey ... Please?" his tone became softer than before. "You never be lonely again, honey. As you told me when you were teenager, you like---"

You shushed your father, "Dad?! Shut up, don't bring it up."

Your father chuckled, "Well, it's already set. All that's left is your wedding date, it's up to you where you want to get married, in Japan or in Korea," he said. Then he bowed down before Jonggun, "I beg with all my life, please protect my only daughter, she is my most precious treasure."

You widened your eyes, didn't expecting that your father bowed before Jonggun. And Jonggun just nodded, that man reached your hand. "She'll always be my side and I can protect her with my own strength," he spoke.

"She's my light, my [Name]." he whispered, almost you couldn't hear it.

A/N:Part 4

[i-am-a-fan]

Question time cuz now I'm curious! (Mainly pirate AU cuz you guys sorta caused a fixation) What is the mark on her forehead? Is it related to her inheriting the samadhi fire or is it related to her draconic past? :0 IS THERE A FIC I CAN CONSUME?? Is there other refs on the making? I'm interested to see Sandy's design :3 Are you and spoof like co-au authors, or do you guys kinda pass the au kinda like hot potato? (lol) I noticed that in the concept for the pirate AU it had a doodle indicating that the treasure (which I'm presuming is the staff from previous post 👀👀) is located on Macaques eye. (probably, idk) and that Mk is the key. So uh. Bestie. How does t h a t work???? (Am nervous of angst)

Loving the details! Love the Au! Love any silly thing, either way keep it up Speck!

-your friendly mutual Peony (I should change my pfp lol)

OKAY. IMMA JUST RAMBLE BECAUSE I GOT SOME ANSWERS THAT ARENT SPOILERS. WAHOOO!!! This got long. So just click see more for all the answers

summary:

1. Both. 2. Yes and no. 3. No refs but comics are still being sketched. 4. It’s more like a game of telephone, and 5. i’ll explain when we get there.

1. The mark on mei’s forehead is actually from both!

My inspiration was the pattern on the back of redson’s jacket in the show. It has 3 fireballs and three lines in the middle. Since i deeply love putting in tiny details I of course used this as inspiration for the markings on redson’s back in the au.

The same markings that they got when the samadhi fire was ripped away from their body and sealed into the golden rings. However, it looks like part of the pattern is missing from the burn marks on redson…

2. Is there a fic? Yes and no. I’m still super new at writing fan fiction and comics are my go-to place for storytelling, as a result I’m hesitant to actually release any fic to the public. More so, the comics give me some time to actually think about what I want the plot to be, since i’m just laying down train tracks as I go. (Terrible. i know.)

3. Are there any refs in the making? Honestly? right now, no. Ref sheets are fun but only when you draw that character a lot. And unfortunately, just doing the mei sheet took me around 20 hours total to get it where i wanted it to be. So, i’m still working on other sheets. However, since you asked about Sandy..

He’s supposed to appear in the next comic which will probably take me a while to do. So please be patient! With finals and everything I have no idea what my day to day looks like.

4. Are me and @spoofyleaf co-authors or is this a game of hot-potato? I think it’s closer to a game of telephone, where things get lost in translation sometimes, but over all the message gets passed. The amount of rambling they endure from me in ungodly and i appreciate them. so much.

5. The concept art… uhh don’t worry about :>

THANK YOU FOR YOUR QUESTIONS!!!

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Wenclair -Detective AU Part 2/4

Yeah I had to continue this lil story I got inspired! Thanks again @henribellani here's part 2

Detective Addams had spent the better part of 14 hours delving into the world of the Sinclair Family with insatiable curiousity. She had followed leads out in the wild, researched online and even stalked the entire family during this time.

The Missing Women in question, the Mother, seemed to be more or less a lonely woman who gripped onto her children and nursed them into submission to appease her own wishes. Now if that wasn't a motive she didn't know what was, considering the idea of suffocating affection caused Wednesday's entire body to cringe.

Now as abhorrent as Wednesday found technology in her line of work it had become a necessary resource which she would use on occasion and this case in particular needed it.

The Sinclair's were not rich, not plastered across the media, little information in any ancestry books and no current overview of them at all. So she turned to social media where, fortunately for her, the so called innocent Enid Sinclair posted an amalgamation of dangerously detailed information on her entire life. "Ridiculously incompetent" the detective found herself muttering at the screen on multiple occasions.

Her Murder board had grew 3 sizes with connections to people, last known whereabouts and police reports plastered across the once plain whiteboard. She had papers haphazardly strewn about her desk and floor and honestly her brain began to hurt with the amount of information she had found.

Wednesday would occasionally find her eyes drifting to the photo of this Enid Sinclair character and would unwillingly smirk at it. She couldn't tell whether the photo peaked her interest because of her obvious attraction to the woman or if it was her budding suspicion of her. But either way Wednesday right then and there decided she would pursue this lead first before her curiosity ate her alive.

Luckily she didn't have to wait long for this to happen

...

Later on that night Enid could be found creeping towards the door of Detective Addams' office suspiciously. She looked around before removing a Bobby pin from her hair and effortlessly using it to unlock the door. With a quiet click the door unlocked and she opened it, silently sliding inside the room and closing the door behind her.

She ran towards the board with hast shining her phone light across all of the information that hadn't occupied that space earlier. Her eyes scanned the material worriedly attempting to determine how far the Detective had come in her investigation.

"Find what you were looking for?" The voice appeared as if from thin air and Enid gasped stumbling backwards as she looked towards the corner of the room where Detective Addams sat. A disapproving look covered her face, her arms crossed over her chest, an eyebrow quirked upwards in a questioning manner.

"I uhh I-" she stammered out stepping backwards in a feeble attempt to remove herself from this incredibly awkward encounter. Wednesday didn't answer and instead let the girl incessantly stumble over her words while she took pleasure in the reaction she had caused.

"ummm-" Enid scrunched her nose in annoyance pulling at her black leather jacket and adjusting her posture "What are you doing sat in the dark?" She questions Detective Addams in an attempt to deflect suspicion away from her.

She had obviously failed.

"I'll ask the questions" Wednesday sprang up from her seat and moved towards Enid at an alarming speed. This made Enid practically gulp with guilt and fear as she leaned back in an attempt to avoid what she thought was about to be a physical altercation.

But the detective just stopped abruptly Infront of her.

"What are you doing snooping around MY office, in the dark aaaaat" she raised her arm to glance at her watch "1:15am" she spoke " Night owl are we?" She smirked again, tilting her head, awaiting an explanation from the apprehensive woman.

"I often enjoy a little night time stroll?" Enid smiled nervously along with her own sarcastic and obvious lie. She flitted her eyes between Wednesday's own and her surroundings, suspicion starting to invade from her aura.

"Me too." The detective spoke flatly "Care to accompany me on one?" Wednesday immediately responded, looking at the blonde expectantly, her voice dripping with sinister undertones.

"Sounds oddly threatening" Enid's smile faltered and she balled her hands into fists in an attempt to hide her anxious state.

"It was supposed to" Wednesday flicked her eyebrow up and stepped closer to Enid, drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Enid let out an audible "Heh" involuntarily letting the detective know she was nervous. "I'm a little busy right now maybe later?" Enid asked rhetorically.

"I can see that" Wednesday flicked her eyes towards her murder board then back to Enid's guilty, but beautifully blue, eyes. She refused to tear her own eyes away from her for longer than a second, this woman was a slippery one. One wrong move and she could see herself ending up like Esther Sinclair if she was not careful.

"Well you seem awfully busy" Enid said taking a small step back and turning to leave "So I'm just gonna go-" Once facing the door she had scurried along towards it but her voice was cut off in its tracks when she heard something whizzed past her ear.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she heard a sharp Thud! And a scoff from the detective behind her. When Enid opened her eyes, they immediately went wide when she saw a beautifully crafted pointed blade sticking out of the door.

Wednesday threw a knife at her?!

"Are you crazy?!" She practically screamed turning back to Detective Addams to scream at her.

"Possibly." She agreed "but clearly I'm severely out of practice which is a much more pressing issue that requires my attention" she looked on at the knife protruding from the wooden door in annoyance.

"You threw a knife at me?!" Enid yelled again while Wednesday ignored the panicked women in front of her.

"Yes" Wednesday admitted, as if that wasn't an incredibly dangerous thing to occur "and I missed" she seemed disappointed in herself "I must be more fatigued than I realised." She pursed her lips at the knife then stared back at Enid.

"You're ..." Enid's face twisted into one of confusion "You're not like other detectives" she observed, shaking with the thought of Wednesday committing attempted murder on her.

"I'd be inclined to thank you if I held anything you said in high regard" Wednesday smirked. Of course she actually felt flattered by what Enid had said but showing this was not in her nature. She's lucky the words thank you were even present in that sentence.

"Okay what do you want from me?" Enid breathed out looking at the knife , fearful of her life if she was not to cooperate. When her eyes returned to Wednesday she frowned.

Detective Addams walked past her to retrieve the knife and as she wiggled it around and yanked it from its place she turned back to the blonde woman with a sinister smile.

"The truth" she used the knife to point at her and Enid huffed out a sigh of relief. To think Enid actually found the Detective attractive after her initial interaction, rude but attractive nonetheless. And now she was about to be her victim... 'wow bad taste much' she scolded her inner monologue before getting back to her current situation.

And then she composed herself and smiled ready to give Detective Addams exactly what she wanted.

"That's rather vague but sure ..." Enid held back a pride look as she began "Once in the 10th grade I cheated on my finals and no one ever found out. Then when I was in college I totaled my car but put the blame on another person, I felt incredibly terrible of course but at the end of day I-"

"Stop." Wednesday demanded, knowing exactly what Enid was up to.

"Oh but..." She innocently twirled he hair with her finger and pouted at the detective "I thought you wanted the truth" she up-played her ditsy nature, knowing full well it would agitate the Detective.

"You know that is not what I was referring too" Wednesday shook her head slightly, trying to squash down the urge to give into her anger.

"Oh and what was it you were referring too?" Enid asked, forcing back the proud smile that threatened her lips.

"Don't play games with me Miss Sinclair" Wednesday warned.

"But I love games, I'm very good at them, I play them all the time" something about her change in tone, caused Wednesday's guard to fly up.

"Yes well I'm obligated to inform you that I have never lost a game in my life." Wednesday spoke stepping up to challenge the blonde woman.

"Me either, I always win" She found a spark of confidence and followed suit stepping towards Wednesday. "You have no idea the kind of tricks I have up my sleeves" Enid informed her.

"Tread lightly" She lightly threatened the intruder. She wasn't quite sure whether it was to warn her of how guilty she seemed if she were to place that sentence over her current case or if it because the Woman was actually getting to her violent side.

"Ooo another threat I'm terrified" she waved her hands sarcastically, emitting a somewhat childish energy In front of Wednesday.

"You should be" the way Wednesday said it was dark and dripping with sinister undertones. Enid immediately retreated feeling the air in the room shift, and her nervousness made an unwanted appearance once again.

Enid shook her head and placed her hands on her hips, she couldn't believe the audacity of detective Addams right now. So she went straight into her defensive mode and attacked Wednesday with her words.

"Ummm you are like... Scary scary, morbid even I should be questioning you about a murder not the other way around" she spat at her with an irritated scowl evident on her face. And there it was the defensive nature peaking its head into their conversation.

The detective had been waiting for this.

"I'm not questioning you about a murder" Wednesday furrowed her brow " I'm questioning you on a missing persons case Miss Sinclair" she spoke and Enid visibly looked uncomfortable, letting her arms drop to her side and her eyes widened slightly with realisation.

"Unless" she paused tapping her chin with her index finger almost comically "You know something I don't" she quirked and eyebrow up. She had caught her out no doubt about it and she was ready to use this uneasiness in Enid to force a confession from her.

When Enid didn't immediately respond Wednesday stepped forward to apply pressure to the woman.

"Wellllll?" She asked again, now up close and personal with her just staring accusingly at Enid with morbid delight.

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 8

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Getting some blabla out of the way 💁‍♀️ next chapter should have some cool action wahoooooooooooo

(Present)

Vee woke up with a startle at the sound of her phone ringing. In a half-awake state she stumbled her hand across and over to her nightstand, grabbing the device. She took a second to see who was calling, the name being none other than her surpervisor at work. Shit.

"Yeah?" Vee opened with a raspy voice.

"Where the hell are you? You were supposed to start an hour ago!" a woman voice shouted at the other end of the line.

God, it was too early for that...

"I was sick all night," lied Vee. "I'm sorry, I just passed out. I can't make it today."

"You realize I now have to cover for your ass?"

Oh boo-hoo, cry a fucking river.

"I'll be there tomorrow."

She ended the call right there and then. Fuck that job. Fuck that low salary. She didn't have to explain herself furthermore.

Vee sighed, leaving her phone back on the nightstand. In that moment she also realized two things: She was still fully clothed. When did she get to bed last night?

Last thing she remembered was Donatello coming into her apartment after Raphael's impromptu visit, then she cried. So much. That was extremely embarassing...

Putting on her glasses, she resolved herself to getting up, prefering to exchange yesterday's clothes for a oversized black t-shirt and keeping her underwear on. Getting her hair up in a messy bun, Vee made her way directly to the kitchen area, getting a coffee bag out of the pantry next. She barely started to measure the coffee beans needed for her grinder that a tired voice rose from behind.

"Someone called you?"

Vee let out a "Criss!" in French, jumping out of fear and turning around. Coffee beans flew out of the bag at the same time, many now littering the floor. She finally noticed Donnie who had been sleeping on the couch, the terrapin's eyes now fully opened - surprised by her reaction. They were both frozen for a moment, the woman wanting to drop her heart's rate first.

"... What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Uhh ... you said it was okay for me to sleep here."

Vee squinted, trying to recall that.

"Huh? When?"

The turtle was now sitting up, having put his glasses on.

"Last night after I got you to bed."

That was like a blast to Vee, absolutely confused.

"Man ... I don't recall that at all," she confessed. She quickly frowned afterward: "Wait, you took me to bed?"

"Why, you wanted to sleep with me on the couch instead?" said the other, amused.

Vee groaned, giving up as she proceeded to get a broom out. Starting to collect the stray coffee beans, the terrapin had now made his way closer.

"Nice outfit...," he pointed.

She paused, realizing her look.

"It's my apartment, I dress how I want," said the human with a quick shrug. "Enjoy the view, I guess."

Donnie extended his hand towards her, motionning for the broom.

"Gimme that. This mess was caused by me."

Vee sighed, handing him the tool: "Sure, have fun. I'll get the coffee started. ... I have a feeling I'll need a couple of cups today."

It felt so weird... To see him in daylight and with less equipment on himself. Grinding the coffee, she prepped her machine so a pot could be filled. Observing the terrapin at work next, she took a moment to glance at his movements, his muscles. She almost caught herself biting her lip too hard...

"Remind me why you stayed over?" she asked. "For real, the only thing I remember is just crying like a lil' bitch last night."

That caught Donnie off guard, laughing lightly. Throwing away the last beans, he looked at Vee, putting the broom back to its place.

"I wanted to make sure you'd be okay," he started. "You seemed quite shaken up, so it only felt right that I'd be there."

Vee got some mugs out, letting him continue.

"And... I kinda got into an argument with my brother Leonardo last night. So I didn't want to go back home just yet."

"Oh?"

"They saw us together last night, hence why Raph paid a little visit as well."

"What a charming family you have...." she said sarcastically.

"Their intentions are well placed, but poorly executed," he added, thoughtful. He pointed towards Vee's computer next: "By the way, your client replied last night..."

She first frowned, but then quickly realized that she didn't lock her screens - first interrupted by Raph's arrival. She hastened to her desk with a slight panic, sitting down and looking at her screen. As she was reading, Donnie was now standing behind her, waiting for her reaction.

BillionsPerSeconds: How much are we talking about? Color me interested. smooth_criminal: Oops, sorry, the information self-destructed. I don't have it anymore. smooth_criminal: Good doing business with you. Bye bye.

"Hey, I didn't write that! What the heck!" she blurted out.

"I did."

He hunched closer to her, hands against the desk and at each sides of her, searching for her gaze at her left.

"I told you to not give out the biometrics data."

"And I told you not to look through my stuff! You're breaking rule number two."

Donnie showed an annoyed look: "... Your screen was litterally opened and your web browser on that conversation. Forgive some wandering eyes."

"Breaking rule number three now; don't be an ass," she added, looking over to him.

A brief staring contest ensued, the woman finally realizing how close the terrapin now was. A sigh left her, losing the battle as she glanced away.

"And I wasn't giving it out," mumbled Vee. "I was trying to sell it. It's different."

"It's still going against what we talked about. Don't try to play around with words and meanings."

Her eyes now back on him, she patted his cheek amusedly: "Alright, I got my lesson now. No need to chastise me anymore."

Donatello's smile was sweet, as if happy to have won whatever battle this was. Letting out a simple "good", he quickly nuzzled over Vee's top of her head, proceeding back up and into the kitchen. As he was pouring the now readied coffee, the woman was still processing this rapid display of affection he just did, swiveling her chair around and observing his motions with a slight confusion.

... What happened last night?

***

(Last night)

Her crying had calmed down, her eyes still red and watery however. The duo was still in eachother's arms and now comfortably seated on the couch - Vee completely leaning onto the mutant's form and in absolute need of comfort. Her fatigue was now drowsing her mind, yet that didn't stop her from talking:

"I never wanted this," she confessed. "I wanted to create. I wanted to be happy. ... I got fucked over so many times, I simply lost hope."

She could still feel Donnie's hands slowly petting her in soothing motions.

"I only started all of this information broker shit 'cause I'm good at searching stuff," she added with a sniffle. "I lost so many years going to College for music and arts, I didn't want to lose a couple more years trying to go down another career path." She paused, some sobs escaping her. "... I was abused, I was broken, the industry swallowed me whole and spat back my emptied shell."

She dared move, wanting to find Donnie's gaze.

"People have told me to grow a spine and be assertive - and believe me, I've tried so many times. ... I was met with rage and shouts. I had nowhere to go. I've been told countless times that I'm good for nothing and that everything I ever did was for nothing. ... What am I supposed to do other than to believe that?"

She could feel her tears come back again, shaking her head slightly: "People only want what's best for their personal gain. Once they see weakness, they'll do anything to step on it and take whatever left there is. ... And I was tired of it. I wanted none of it."

One of Donatello's hands moved, cupping her cheek and his thumb tenderly wiping the wet trail on her skin. He had this serene and mindful look, showing that he was completely attentive to her. The woman brought her hold to his hand, leaning into his touch with closed eyes. At once she realized how much she had craved for any form of contact and interaction... To simply be approached by someone and feel a touch on her.

"I'm so glad you're here..." she murmured in a sad tone.

"And I'm glad to be here," he answered in a hushed voice as well, getting closer.

She felt a motion at the top of her head, the turtle now nuzzling her gently. Her body reacted like a magnet as she herself wanted to be nearer. A deep rumbling sound started from the mutant's chest, this small vibration felt between them and throughout the woman's body. She lost herself into this feeling, moving her arms to rest around his neck and hiding her face in the crook of his neck. In an instant Donnie's embrace was now wrapped around her, his face buried in her hair and his churr incessant. They both didn't want to let go - simply wanting to savor the moment and newly found comfort and proximity.

"Please stay," softly said Vee. "I don't want to be alone."

Donnie noted her body relaxing, as well as some yawns escaping her. Without any words he proceeded to scoop her in his arms, hers still around his neck. Heading for the bedroom, he next laid her down on the mattress, kneeling down beside the furniture and observing the space while petting her hair in a soothing motion.

"... Where do you want me to stay?" he asked. "Your bed's not big enough." It was nothing else but a double sized mattress. They could both fit, but they'd need to stay close...

"You can sleep on the couch," Vee answered, yawning again.

"Then I'll be there if you need me," added the terrapin, his eyes translating a loving emotion.

He only wanted to stay close to her... Bringing a blanket over her clothed form, he nuzzled her temple, getting a soft hum from Vee in return. As he was about to head out of the bedroom next, her tiny voice did stop him:

"I'm sorry..."

He looked her way again: "What for?"

"I'm sorry...," she repeated, her tone trailing off, too tired.

Knowing he'd get no more answers from her, Donnie prefered to disregard whatever apology that was, leaving the room and keeping the door ajar - only to be able to hear her if ever needed. He started to turn off the lights around the apartment, finally stumbling around her computer and noticing its screen and active web browser. The turtle frowned lightly as he read over the conversation with her current client, knowing she was hinting at the biometrics he had just shared with her. Seeing that the client seemed interested, he answered in Vee's stead, bullshitting something about the files having self-destruct. He didn't care if that prevented her from getting money, he simply couldn't let her share that information...

With a sigh he headed for the couch, leaning his shell on it and bringing a cushion between his neck and shell for his head to rest on. Donnie's eyes were stuck on the ceiling for a long while, his thoughts running over and over again in his mind. The fact that Vee had opened herself so easily tonight, he knew there was hope... More than ever, he didn't want to let go. He wanted her to be happy...

***

(Present)

They had settled for an easy breakfast - eggs and toasts - then sitting down on the living room's floor and plates on the coffee table. As Vee wanted to avoid any awkward silences, she had put on some faint music in the background, in hopes of making things easy in this ... weird morning. Her playlist was set to a random cycle, which brought her to almost choke when 'My One and Only Love' came up next. She promptly skipped as barely a minute rolled in, the soft beat of 'C.R.E.A.M' coming up instead.

"Afraid of love songs?" said Donnie, amused.

"Absolutely not," replied the woman. "It's just ... not needed right now."

"Mm-hmm, sure."

Vee's stare was slightly annoyed as she observed him take a sip of coffee. ... There simply was no time right now to let any lovey feelings invade her mind. Instead she prefered to switch the subject to a matter she'd be wanting to know for some time:

"Can I ask something about the project Renaissance? ... There's a detail in those files that I've been wondering about."

Donnie was now attentive, his brow ridges furrowing lightly.

"I dunno why you're so stuck on that project, but sure, go ahead."

The woman took that as a cue to get up, fetching a tablet she had left in her room. It didn't take her time to swipe through the device as she walked back to the living room, already bringing up the Renaissance's files. Sitting back down at the coffee table, she read through some lines, finally pinpointing what she wanted to know about:

"Here... The initial mutative components of the alien substance have been noted down, yet a thorough investigation of its properties still remains to be conducted. Following the ongoing observations on the animal subjects, blood tests revealed that the so-called 'green ooze' is present amongst the cells, ensuring a continuous safekeep of the element - if ever missing and needed." She looked up at Donatello, her head slightly tilting to one side in questionnement. "... Have you ever tested the ooze from your blood? Or have you ever offered it to scientists?"

His answer was quick: "Never in a lifetime would I ever give that substance to anyone. I'd be too scared for it to fall into any wrong hands." His pause was brief, considering his next words. "... I did get some results myself, but never pushed for more answers - and frankly, my family and I are okay with never knowing what the ooze entails of, or even to have it die with us."

"Aren't you curious though?"

The terrapin shrugged: "About what?"

That actually stopped Vee, actually wondering herself. Seeing her incertitude, the other kept going on.

"We know the ooze is capable of bringing great transformations into any beings. Yet, to be affected by it is to be marked for a life of exile, at least that's how we see it; to be feared by most people. Why would we want that substance to affect anything or anyone's life? Who are we to decide if any being can potentially be inflicted by this curse?"

"A curse?" questionned the human. "Why say that when it litterally gave you sentience?"

"Did I ask to be given that sentience?"

"No, but it made you into who you are."

"And you think my family and I are okay with that?"

Vee stopped, knowing there was no more point in trying to raise a counterargument. Seeing her concerned look, Donnie did sigh softly, fingers mindlessly and softly tapping against the table, reminiscing.

"... Years ago, we did get our hands on a deritative alien substance; the purple ooze. It had been used to turn human subjects into animal mutants, which brought me to the realization that it could be used to turn us into humans." He glanced at his left hand, closing and flexing his three fingers. "... I remember the feeling of having five fingers, even if it was for a brief moment. At that time, my brothers and I were contemplating the idea of changing our forms, only to be accepted within society."

"Why didn't you guys do it?"

That brought a soft smile to the mutant's lips: "As cheesy as it'll sound, we do love who we are. Through all the hardships and seclusion, we simply couldn't give up who we truly were." His gaze remained on Vee, knowing she probably had many question still. "I guess the point I'm really trying to make is that we don't wish the challenges we've been through to anyone else. We honor our lives, we remain in this lifestyle simply because that's all we've ever known. ... The power in our blood may be too destructive or unpredictable, so we can't risk letting it be shared freely into this world... And we don't want to change. We don't want to allow any more successes into our very undemanded existence."

Vee remained silent, contemplating his words. While she understood the reasonings, there was still a small part of her that simply couldn't push aside her curiosity; she wanted to know more about the substance. She could only contemplate the possibilities of any advancements it could bring into society or individuals. Yet when she listened to him, the sympathy in her could only agree with the terrapin. ... Something she never thought she's reach at this point. She locked her tablet's screen, giving it no more attention.

"Thank you for telling me all of that," she said, sustaining his gaze. "I guess I can finally put those questionings to rest."

"Anything else you'd like to know then?" he asked in light amusement, elbows on the coffee table and his chin against his raised hands.

Vee let out a quick chuckle, first peeking quickly inside her now empty coffee cup.

"You want another coffee?"

He shook his head slightly: "I'd rather go sleep in fact... We usually don't stay up much during the day."

And she supposed that he couldn't really get out at this time, or else he'd be spotted easily. The woman simply got up, then standing by his side and offering her hand to him. In a follow me gesture, she got the turtle to stand up, her tiny hand holding his large one as she guided him towards her bedroom. As she offered him her bed, he was quick to politely decline, but her insistance and assuring him that she didn't mind did bring some ease into the offering.

"I'll be working on some stuff in the meantime, I don't mind," Vee simply added.

And that was good enough for him.

Putting the dishes away, Vee's actions only slowed down once she sat back at her computer, mindlessly going through her files and reorganizing some documents. Thinking back to Donnie being so open about how he felt in regards to his own existence, she slowly realized that last night had a ... similar outcome, but this time coming from her end. Bits and pieces of her blabbering came back to light, realizing that she had been pretty vulnerable in that moment. In a sense she absolutely hated it, but then again ... it had felt so good to let it all out. To finally voice things that had plagued her mind and kept her in this sense of failure for anything she ever undertook. Her life was this endless wandering, all about taking on the opportunity to ruin people's lives - only for her gain. Yet when she was with Donnie, she felt this sense of purpose, a plan that was getting built before her very own eyes... And that felt absolutely refreshing. Her playlist still going, this time even more softly, she groaned lightly as 'My One And Only Love' started again but from another artist, yet kept the tune playing. She remembered his touch. His hands over her form, caressing ever so softly. His nuzzling to her hair, the churr in his chest. The proximity she experienced, as short as it was, had only her screaming for more - simply to feel alive a little more.

After a while she sighed, knowing she couldn't resist the thought anymore. She got back up and headed towards the bedroom, finding the turtle already asleep. She felt bad for walking in and sitting by the bed's side, her hand shyly reaching for his. That easily woke up Donnie, his tired motions leading him to look at Vee.

"What's up?" he asked in a hushed, half-asleep tone.

"... Can I join you?" said the woman, her voice tiny.

He only hummed, moving a little and bringing the blanket up for the human to slip in. Removing her glasses and joining Donnie, she prefered to face him, both on their sides and first studying his traits. Feeling her hands to his cheeks, a purr-like sound left the terrapin, his eyes already closed out of fatigue.

"I'm so glad you're here...," she echoed from last night.

His arms were now fully around her, bringing Vee's to wrap around his neck. In an instant, the rush of their hearts was deafening, their bodies so close - they could've just melded together. Vee's fingertips tenderly traced patterns on his scales, appreciating the texture. Oh she could keep doing so for hours... The mutant lazily nuzzled her hair, his hands patiently petting her upper and lower back. There was this excitement about keeping her close, yet everything felt so right and calm... he knew they both needed this.

And in all truthfulness, they wished this moment would last forever...

((Part 9))

[spidercom]

If you can, may you please do a Pavitr x spider person male reader? :)

HANGIN OUT!~

Pairing!:Pavitr and spider!M/N!

Warnings?:None just major fluff.

Summary?: Pavitr wants to tell reader something but doesn’t know how so Gwen helps him out at the ‘hangout’ for the two.

(Y’all this is my first one-shot like thingy so if it’s bad then uhh- nvm💀)

Das

Just like any day in Hobies Dimension. Pavitr was ranting to the marvelous 3 (marvelous 3 being Miles, Gwen, and Hobie.) about you, your costume your personality all that stuff. Eventually Hobie just chuckled and decided to say something “why don’t you ask him out ‘den eh?” All the three nodded in agreement while Pavitr blushed crazily. “Yeah! Y’all seem like a cute couple!” Gwen says with a big grin as the chuckles. “I- what?! I don’t have the guts to do that!” Pavitr says raising his hands for a dramatic effect. The 3 laughs at his nervousness and possible embarrassment. “I mean that’s what happened with me and Gwen.” Miles says as Gwen blushes and slightly smacks his arm. “Yeah, but anyway. Y’all are gonna hangout tomorrow right? Jus’ ask ‘em out then.” Hobie says jumping onto his couch. “Fine! But I’m gonna need help.” Pavitr says crossing his arms with a pout. Gwen chuckles “I’ll help! I got the skills to anyways, right Miles?” She says in a teasing tone turning her head to Miles as he blushes a dark red out of embarrassment. “Here take this comm, it’s only connected to our network.” Hobie says handing him a comm. Pavitr puts the comm into his ear as the 3 head back to their original universes.

The next day the 4 meet up in Hobies dimension again. “Alrighty so… what time are you supposed to hangout with M/N?” Gwen says eating a banana Hobie gave her. “Well since we’re meeting up at his dimension I guess around 5?” Pavitr says in a questioning tone checking his dimensional watch thingy. Gwen sighs as she lays her head onto Miles’s shoulder. “Well you better get ready because it’s almost 5 in his dimension.” Gwen chuckles as Pavitr panics quickly grabbing his things and leaving, not before saying goodbye to the 3 though. As Pavitr jumps through the portal he quickly closes it swinging to your usual hangout spot. As he lands onto the roof he sits onto the edge waiting for you. When he sees you land into your heroic but unusual pose he shouts. “Hey M/N!” He says waving to you with a huge smile. “Hey Pav!” You wave back to him as you walk up to him siting next to him on the edge. “Uhh- M/N I-I wanted to ask you something..” Pavitr says glancing at you as a small blush appears onto his face. “Ask away Pav.” You say with a chuckle as you take your Spider-mask off to look up into the stars. (Y’all took like 2 hours to get there so it like 7 pm now. ITS WINTER BTW BTW.) “U-Um ..” he stutters fiddling with his fingers for a second. “W-will you go out with me?” You both say blushing a bright red as Pavitr looks to see your reaction. You turn your head to face his as your blushing a bright pink. “Ofcourse I’ll go out with you!” You both say again with a laugh. “Jinx!” You both say loudly pointing your fingers at each other. Y’all sit in a comforting silence as you both turn back to the stars. You lay your head onto his shoulder with a sigh as the star’s light shines into your beautiful e/c eyes. “Your eyes are beautiful.” He mumbles loud enough for you to hear it. “So are yours.” You say giving him a kiss on his cheek as you lay your head back onto his shoulder as he blushes profusely. “T-thank you.” He says softly as you both stare into the night sky of New York City for the rest of the night.

(MIND YOU ALL THIS IS MY FIRST ONESHOT/FIC SO IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW IT WOULD HELP ALOT!! THANK YOU AND GOODBYEEEE!!!