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smok3r7 · 11 months ago

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New Traditions // Valentine’s Day Oneshot

Joel x f!reader

Explicit, 18+

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Summary: The last Valentine’s Day two years ago has shattered your view of the so-called holiday. When Joel brings up the idea, you shut him down immediately, but he doesn’t listen. He hopes he can change your opinion on the holiday of Love.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: No outbreak AU, no Sarah or Ellie, slight angst, fingered, FLUFF

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“What woman doesn’t love Valentine’s Day?” Joel questions as he lets your bent knees fall on his lap and lays one of his hands on your bare skin. The question throws you off, it’s a no-brainer; your face furrows instinctively.

“I guess just me,” you shrug your shoulders and laugh, “I just- I don’t have the best memories, is all. Ended up catching my ex of five years cheating on me two years ago with my receptionist. In my own home, might I add. So, safe to say that I despise this bullshit holiday.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah…fucking Adrianna, the gremlin lookin’ bitch.”

“Welp, his loss. So fuck ‘em.” Joel winks at you, causing you to chuckle and slightly shake your head.

“Thank you, but don’t think my feelings are gonna change just ‘cause you said that. Gonna take a lot for that to happen - if that’s even possible.”

“Oh baby, I got a week to think of somethin’ to do for you. But if it doesn’t work, I won’t try again okay?”

You give him a glance as your head lays in the palm of your hand, propped up by your elbow on the back of the loveseat. “Don’t go out of your way, baby, okay? I promise, I’m okay with doin’ nothing special or even related to it. Nothings gotta change, alright?” Your tone has more of an edge than before, making sure he understands that you really, really don’t want to do anything.

Joel must’ve heard the tension in your voice because he just nods his head, yes ma’am. He slowly leans closer and lays a soft kiss on your forehead as he cups your face with his large hands. Both of you turn your attention back to the TV that’s playing an old episode of Dexter, with both of you understanding your wishes.

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The memory of that conversation finally clicks in your brain as you stand by the round kitchen table, with a mixture of fresh fruits and homemade omelets as Joel stands behind the wooden chair he’s waiting for you to sit in; you’re baffled.

“Joel, I told yo-“

“Don’t, I don’t want to hear it from you.” He interrupts your strong protest, before it can even begin. “Now, here’s the plan for toda-“

“But I said-“ you glare at his face when you cut him off, starting to become irritated because you really did want today to be the same. You just wanted to enjoy the day with Joel with no special treatment, but the fact that he didn’t listen to your wishes from a week ago kills you on the inside.

Why didn’t you just listen to me?

Joel interrupts your sentence by barking your name loud, this is when your body language shifts. Your arms quickly fold in front of your chest, your weight shifts to your left hip, and you just stare into his face with tears starting to blur your vision.

You hate to be yelled at, hell, scolded would be a better word for it. This has always been an issue for you; the minute you feel like a man goes against your wishes and then scolds you for arguing about it - you shut down and start to crack.

An eerie silence coats the walls of the kitchen that surrounds you and Joel. It feels like time has stopped, he stands in front of you with both hands wrapped around the rectangular dark wood chair and his face sharp. Although you’re about eye level to Joel, you somehow still feel small and broken as he looks into your eyes; you’re not quite sure what to do or think.

You look up slightly and start to rapidly blink so you can try to stop the tears from rolling, so you don’t seem like this weak little girl, but this just happens to cause the salty drops to fall. With a fifteen year age gap between you and Joel, there are times you do feel like a child and it twists your stomach into knots.

Your lips quiver from a smile, to biting your bottom lip, to being slightly pursed, all because you’re trying not to lose it completely.

“You went a-against my wishes, Joel,” you barely whisper, lowering your sight back to him in front of you.

“Just-“ he removes his fingers from the chair and turns his body to face you, now only about three feet apart from you.

“Please sit down n’ eat this breakfast, okay, baby?” He questions quietly, which causes his southern accent to vibrate through your ears.

Still with your arms crossed and body weight on your left side of your body, your eyes shift from his face to the delicious food on the table - that he clearly got up early and prepared for you. You don’t say anything when you look back at him, all you do is nod and wipe the tears from your face.

“Thank you,” Joel sighs, he then stands back and lets you sit down as he pushes the chair in behind you, and he kisses the top of your head, then walks to his seat across the small table from you and sits down.

Breakfast is eaten in silence, but a different one than before. This time, the silence feels comfortable and calm, no tension or eeriness in the walls. It’s just the scrapes of the knives and forks on the glass plates, mixed with the chewing from the two ends of the table, that fill your ears.

So delicious, my god.

By the time you clear your plate Joel is already standing up and reaches for your dishes. Instinctively, you move to stop him, but your brain stops your body from rejecting and you decide to sit back in the chair instead.

“Thank you,” you whisper as you scan your eyes up the large body only inches away from you.

“No need, darlin’,” he responds, staring down at you, he then turns and walks towards the sink and sets down the dishes with a soft, clink. “Now, I want you to head upstairs n’ wait in the bathroom for me. I’ll be right up.”

Your brain still isn’t functioning how it should be, and a large part of you wants to scream at him about how you don’t need to be treated with special treatment. But then the other part of you wants to accept this for what it is, that this man is madly in love with you and desires to treat you to special things.

An even smaller piece of yourself really does want to enjoy Valentine’s Day, it’s always sounded like a sweet thing; maybe this is the time.

So you know this isn’t a time to argue; instead, you smile when you stand up, and you don’t say anything when you walk in the direction of the landing that leads to the staircase. As you hesitantly step onto the dark carpeted landing, you hear the faint sound of the faucet turn on and the clinks of dishes in the kitchen.

The corners of your lips softly curl, and you continue up the staircase. The dishes are a part of the cleaning you did around the house - you and Joel split the chores around the large home, it was something that seemed fair for the both of you so no one got overwhelmed or felt taken advantage of.

So, the fact that he is taking the time to do something off of your list causes your heart to flutter. You reach the top of the stairs and head in the direction of Joel’s, and now your, bedroom. When you gently push the door open, your nose is filled with the scent of Joel, the musky scent of his cologne and his shirts lingering in an intoxicating way; this warm tender feeling forms in your belly, you feel so loved.

You just have to accept that Joel wants to do this, it’s not a chore for him, it’s a desperate need that he has.

Swiftly, you walk through the bedroom to reach the master bathroom that’s connected, and you slide the large barn style door open to the sight of tall candles lit and spaced out on the white tile floor and the outer edge of the porcelain tub, a small chair with bottles that read “Shampoo, Conditioner, Butter Cream Bubble Bath” next to the tub, and two white towels on the back of the chair.

When did he have time to do this? You whisper to yourself as you set your bare feet onto the cool tile, sliding the door closed behind you to keep the warm air from the heater confined to the bathroom. Your mind is trying to jumble ideas together, but comes up completely blank.

You still hear the sounds of dishes and water running downstairs, n’ wait for me. A smile grows on your lips, your cheeks warm up, and your belly spins and spins from anticipation. You spot your plush gray robe hanging on the hooks next to Joel’s black one, that’s hung up besides the glass standing shower.

So you decide to strip your pajamas off, the black tank top and sleep shorts dropping them in a small pile on the tile floor beneath your feet. Your right hand grabs the robe off the wall and swings it around your bare body so you can slip your arms through, and wrap the soft fabric around the front of yourself, as you do a little tie to keep it loosely together.

When you spin around to observe the bathroom from this side of the room, the soft glow from the candles is still just as breathtaking and beautiful. You catch the spot on the counter between the two sinks is empty like normal, at least something is the same. It’s the spot you sit whenever Joel shaves, brushes his teeth, showers - honestly, whenever he’s in here.

To keep some kind of routine and normalcy, you stride over to the counter and turn around so you can push your body up and set your ass onto the white and gray marble counter. Why does he insist on doing this? I’m not deserving of this kinda love and affection, it just doesn't seem real.

Your legs dangle off of the edge as you wait to hear the thumps from his feet on the stairs and the creak from sliding the door that separates you from the rest of the house. By now, the noises from downstairs have stopped and it’s only a matter of time until he’s in front of you.

The same time that you lean back onto the large mirror behind you, the barn door to your right gently slides open. The biggest smile appears on your face when you see him standing there, holding a long tray that’s filled with some more fruits cut up, but this time they’re covered in a white chocolate.

“Baby,” you purr as you sit up straight and he closes the door, then walks towards you on the counter and sets down the tray on the other side of the sink. Without saying anything, he turns around and turns the tub faucet on and to the hottest setting, and steam slowly rises from the water. Then he turns and brings his large body between your dangling legs, his hands placed on your hips, and he lowers his head to kiss you.

Your eyes start to well with tears as you kiss him back, but these are happy tears. You’ve never been treated with such care and tenderness, it’s very refreshing to know that a man is still capable of doing simple and effective gestures. Naturally, your arms hook around the back of his neck, which pulls your body right up to his; the smell of sweat, dish soap, and spices from breakfast overpower your nose.

God, he’s perfect.

“Okay, darlin’,” Joel sighs between the last couple kisses before he hesitates to pull away from you. “I want you to know that today is meant for you n’ that I want you to learn to love today. Cause’ you’re meant to, alright?”

With your hands playing with the curls that lay on the nape of his neck, you smile and nod as you stare into his soul-catching whiskey eyes, yes sir.

The smirk that appears on his face has your stomach doing flips, your hips instinctively grinding on his lower abdomen. His fingers dig deeper into your hips that’s covered by your robe as he groans under his breath, his eyes staring daggers into yours, trying so hard to not give in on his desires.

“Stop tryna’ distract me,” he tells you as he smiles and backs away from your jello-like body. Your arms drop in your lap as you watch him spin around and turn the tub faucet off, grab the bottle that reads “Butter Cream Bubble Bath” and squeeze a good amount into the water, and he swirls the steaming hot liquid. Bubbles start to appear just above the rim of the white bathtub, you can’t help but smile like a child waiting to be put in the bath after a long day.

Joel then brings his attention back to you, and the butterflies begin to appear like they did the first time you laid eyes on him at the bar where you met. The way his head cocks to the side to try to analyze you and your reactions tells you that he’s really trying to understand you fully, which you absolutely love.

He steps between your legs again, but this time his hands find a place underneath your ass and your arms hook around his neck once again. Joel then pulls you up, your legs latch around his waist, and your face rests in the crook of his neck, now lined with droplets of sweat from the warmth and humidity of the bathroom. You inhale once again, you can’t help it - you’re just so intoxicated by the smell of him, it’s almost an addiction.

But, just as soon as he lifts you up, he’s kneeling down and sitting you on the edge of the bathtub. You pout your lip at the loss of the body contact, your arms still around his neck as he kneels in front of you, his face now parallel to your chest.

“Don’t wanna’ get this wet, do ya?” His voice is deep and low as his hand reaches for the tie at your waist, his fingers slowly pulling the string keeping the piece of clothing together. You chuckle at his sudden confidence change, and you love when he does this, it somehow makes you fall even more in love with him.

His hands rise up to your shoulders and he gently pulls the fabric off of your body, letting the soft robe pile around your ass and thighs. His eyes gaze up and down your bare body, lingering on every inch of your skin like he’s eyeing his food, about to devour.

You slightly shiver from the warm air that hits your bare skin, Joel’s eyes move to your tits and he watches how your nipples perk from the humid air that circulates around the room. He licks his lips and mumbles something to himself, between the heater on the floor and the thumping of your heart in your ears you can’t make out what he’s said.

Both of his hands are placed on the top of your thigh and his thumbs start to do small up and down sort of motions. Your cunt beats at the same rhythm as your heart, a swirling feeling growing stronger in your belly, and you try to move your hips for some sort of friction. But your body is stuck from the grip Joel has on your thighs. You slightly whine and he smiles at seeing you losing your control.

“Now, spin your little self around n’ sink in.”

You do as he says with no hesitation, no questions, and no arguing. When you spin around and sink your feet into the bubbly steaming water, you’re immediately wrapped in warmth. Hhmm, you moan as you shut your eyes and fully submerge your body into the tub, laying your back on the porcelain behind you.

The water is almost at a scalding temperature, but it feels amazing on your skin, immediately relaxing the tension in your limbs that you didn’t even notice before.

“There you go, babygirl’, just relax n’ I’ll be downstairs, yell for me if ya’ need me.”

“Wait-“ you quickly say as your eyes shoot open and you lift your body up, causing your tits to surface from the water with clouds of soapy bubbles over them. Joel stops his movements and looks at you in the bathtub, waiting to hear what you have to say.

“You’re not gonna come in with me?”

Joel’s jaw clenches at your soft voice and the question, “Only if ya’ want me to,” he smirks back at you. All you do is nod and move your body closer to the faucet so he can slide in behind you. He watches the way the water moves with your body, and he starts to strip himself of the basketball shorts and his dark gray t-shirt, dropping them in the pile of your clothes.

Your cunt clenches at the sight of Joel naked in front of you. His chest and belly full of dark hair, his tan skin underneath, his cock hard up against his lower abdomen, and his thick legs beneath - he’s the perfect man, physically and emotionally.

He steps over the ledge and sinks into the same water you’re in, the bubbles and water now only an inch away from spilling over the edge of the tub. He slowly maneuvers your body so your back is against his chest, and you feel his cock lay against your lower back. Your head falls to his shoulder and leans into the crook of his neck, and your hands rest on his thighs that bend on the outside of yours.

Joel’s strong arms hook around your waist, one hand spreads against your lower belly and his right hand lightly grabs your inner thigh and raises it out of the water to hook your calf on the outer edge of the tub. The drastic temperature change between the water and the air causes goosebumps to rise on your skin, and Joel chuckles. You feel the rumble at your back as he does.

“Now, I want you to listen,” he whispers in your ear as he drags his fingers down your thigh and submerges back into the bubbles and water, stopping right at the crease before your mound.

“My moon n’ stars, you’re beautiful inside n’ out.” He bends his face and you feel his stubble tickle your neck as he starts to leave soft kisses between his words. His hands are still on your lower belly and thigh, giving soft squeezes to your skin; the mixture of it all causes soft moans to escape your lips, but you want more.

“You deserve nothin’ but the best things in life,” the hand on your thigh lowers and hovers over your aching cunt; your hips rise to try to feel him, causing the water to spill a little bit.

“My baby’s needy, huh?”

Mhmm, is all you can force yourself to do as you dig your fingers into his thick thighs and bite your bottom lip as you let him continue to leave sloppy kisses on your neck. Your stomach feels like it has dropped into a sinkhole, you’re just waiting for his touch so you can relax that overwhelming feeling. And just like that, his middle and ring finger swipe from your slick hole to your clit, your back arches and a broken moan leaves your throat from the sensation.

“Love when you finally give in, the noises you make,” his two fingers softly circle your clit and your right hand comes up to hook around the back of his head as you turn your face to meet him.

“N’ the way your body moves,” he whispers into your mouth as he kisses you with moans between each one. His fingers swirl slow circles on your clit for a moment before he lowers them and slowly inserts them in your small hole. The moan that leaves your lips is swallowed by Joel’s kisses as he pumps his fingers in and out, “So tight baby, relax,”

You try but you can’t. You’re so overstimulated from his fingers, his palm hitting your clit with each thrust, his cock throbbing behind you, and his other hand now pinching your left nipple.

I love you, my sweet girl, you look so damn pretty when you’re full of my fingers, your cheeks get so flushed and the way you can’t form words, just drunk off of the love.

You’ve never felt so loved before, this was all about you and Joel being able to do things for you - you’re finally starting to understand the appeal of Valentine’s Day. Pure love.

“That’s it darlin’, just like that. I’m right here.”

You break the kiss and lean your face into his neck, arm still wrapped around his head behind you, and you finally let that coil snap. With the last pump of his fingers, your back arches and you feel this tension release in your hips. Joel, fuck, you repeat into his neck as you calm down from the orgasm he just ripped from you, as he continues to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you.

Shhh, pretty girl, I gotchu, he purrs as his left arm lowers around your waist so you don’t slide down too far into the water.

By now the water has cooled down, and it’s still warm but any longer and the two of you will be laying in a cool bath, which is fun for no one. Joel waits until your breathing has calmed down, and when it does, he taps your thigh that’s still hooked onto the outside of the tub. It jumps a little before you submerge it back into the bath water.

You and Joel chuckle at your body’s response, “You ready, dear?” You lift your face to look into his and you nod with a fucked-out look on yours. “You gotta carry me though,” you laugh as you say it, causing Joel to smile ear-to-ear and a deep laugh leaves his chest, “Was already plannin’ on it baby.”

Joel taps you once again to tell you to lean forward for him to get out, which you do. You watch him grab his black robe off the wall and slip it on as he ties it loosely in front of him. He then goes to grab yours and throws it over his shoulder, his hands then reach for yours to grab onto. You smile as you lift your hands into his and with the help of him pulling, you’re able to stand up and step out of the white tub. Water and suds drip down your body as Joel brings your rope around your body and lets you slide your arms into the soft material, then he ties the string to keep it together.

The smile has not dropped from your face, and you don’t think it will any time soon. Joel now has a softer smile over his, like he sees your opinion changing of valentine's right in front of him.

Joel takes your hand and leads you to the barn door once more as he opens it and tells you to lay down on the king size mattress you two share. Your brain is too foggy to try to refuse, so you climb on the navy comforter that smells of Joel. When you reach the pillows and turn around to lean against the headboard, you notice Joel holding the tray that’s full of the chocolate covered fruits that you forgot about.

Your face lights up as the sight of the chocolate strawberries, pineapples, and melons. So much so that Joel chuckles, I knew you forgot about these. He walks over to the side of the bed and sets the tray on your lap, he then grabs the TV remote that’s on your nightstand and he turns it to the station that plays movies that you always seem to love.

As you shove your face with the fruit, you also watch the guide on the TV as Joel scrolls and you look in the top left corner which reads, “2:48PM”. You almost choke when you realize that you two spent over an hour and a half in the bath, it definitely did not seem that long.

“There it is,” Joel says out loud as he clicks on the 234 channel, “Look at that, Good Will Hunting,” he turns his body to gauge your reaction, which is amazing nonetheless.

“How did-“

“Don’t. A magician never reveals his secrets. Now, I’m gonna’ go start dinner-“

“You’re not gonna watch with me?” You pout, setting down the small strawberry you were about to pop into your mouth.

“I mean, I had a couple more things planned, darlin’.” He replies but he watches your posture and how your eyes lower with sadness, it’s like a gut punch to him to see you like this.

“But if you’d rather sit up here n’ watch this, I’d be more than happy to do that with you.”

Your face brightens when you hear his voice tell you that with pure sincerity. You nod your head quickly, yes, please, baby, spills out of your mouth and you scoot over for him to sit next to you. He chuckles and climbs into the spot you cleared for him. “Wanna’ share?” he asks with a smirk on his face.

The laugh that leaves your chest causes Joel to blush and smile like an idiot. “My bad baby, of course.” You grab the tray and lay half of it on your lap and the other half on Joel’s. You lean into Joel’s side, he lifts his arm and rests it over your opposite shoulder as the two of you watch Matt Damon solve a ridiculous math question.

“So did I change your mind?” Joel’s question vibrates your body against his.

You take a second to answer him, you raise your eyes off of the TV and to Joel’s face where he’s already looking at yours below him.

“Order some Chinese takeout, and you sure did.”

Joel’s laughs and shakes his head, deal, darlin’. The same smile you had from the bath, takes over your face again as you push yourself up to kiss his soft lips.

“I love you, thank you.”

“Anything for you pretty girl, I love you more than the moon n’ stars combined.”

He kisses you one more time before he grabs his phone from his nightstand and goes to the menu for your favorite Chinese restaurant down the street. You bury your body more into Joel’s black robe, and you lower your eyes back to the movie.

Matt Damon bangs on the restaurant window, “You like apples?” The other dude nods his head, and Matt slams the napkin with the girl's number on it on the window, “How do you like them apples?” All his friends laugh as they walk into the street.

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crheativity · 1 year ago

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SUMMARY: thanks to two certain idiots, you were yet again landed in detention. As if your luck couldn’t get any worse, of course it has to start raining! But no worries, a certain Hyena has your back.

WARNINGS: mentions of Ace Trappola, Ruggie says D*mn. Other than that it’s just tooth rotting fluff!

COMMENTS: Anndd here’s the Ruggie fic! It’s not very long but I thought it turned out pretty cute. I hope you guys enjoy!

How perfect, you thought dully, staring out into the rain that bucketed down just outside the entrance. As if your day couldn’t get any worse.

Actually, scratch that. Your day hadn’t really been all that bad, come to think of it. Other than those dirtbags Ace and Grim ‘generously’ gifting you a pretty seat in detention from their shenanigans. Granted, it had been pretty funny. Not detention-worthy, but still funny.

“Shishishi, penny for ya thoughts, Prefect?”

You grinned; that adorably contagious laugh could only belong to one person - your crush.

“Hey Rugs.”

Ruggie Bucchi appeared to your left, hands held behind his head and smiling widely, revealing his little fangs. His dirty blond hair was just as messy as usual, and his drooping blue eyes held that usual mischievous glint that never failed to capture your attention and make your heart skip a beat. “Hey yourself. Whatcha doing out here this late in the afternoon?” He crossed his arms, curiosity in his eyes. “Almost never see you out here this late.”

You thought for a moment, then shrugged. “I got detention.”

He let out a low whistle. “Damn, Prefect. Never took you for the type.”

You smiled. “It happens. Still, though…” you looked out at the downpour and cringed. “That rain is coming down fast. Wish I’d had time to grab an umbrella.”

Ruggie raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. “You can afford an umbrella?”

“No.”

He laughed and shook his head. “Shoulda guessed. Welp, you’re in luck then, Prefect. I got one in my bag.”

You looked at him curiously. “You own an umbrella?”

He cracked a charmingly crooked smile. “Nah, it’s Leona’s.” He winked and held his finger in front of his mouth. “If you keep that on the down-low for me, I’ll let ya use it if you want.”

“Really?!” Your eyes lit up with hope, and you could’ve sworn his expression softened for a second, before returning to his signature cheeky grin.

“‘Course!” He grabbed his bag and, after digging around for a while, pulled out a black umbrella. “Take it.” He held it out to you, but you hesitated.

“Are you sure? We could both share it. That way we’d both stay dry.”

He looked startled for a moment, an almost unnoticeable pink briefly dusting his cheeks before he recovered and smiled. “Nah, I got errands to run. You should head back to Ramshackle before this rain gets any worse.”

“Alright, if you’re sure… thanks, Ruggie!” You reached to take the umbrella.

As you took the umbrella, your hand brushed his. For a split second, it looked as though Ruggie had been jolted by static electricity. Then, he shakily laughed it off, shrugging off his jacket and lifting it over his head.

“Welp, gotta go, later Prefect!” He smiled, a little nervously, and plunged into the rain.

Warmth spread over your face as you watched him disappear with a smile. Maybe one day you’d be able to have a conversation where he didn’t try to escape before the end.

Not yet, but soon.

♥Thank you for reading!! I hope you enjoyed it!!♥

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pumpkinsareamazing · 1 year ago

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all because of a pair of gloves. (Simon Riley x Reader)

(I just wanna say thank you all sm for the attention for my first story, love you all!)

You were practicing your aim. Although you were useful for close combat, being far away from the enemy and trying to shoot them was a whole different story. You constantly felt like your grip wasn’t enough, you always wore cloth gloves but never assumed anything of it. Until today.

As you were shooting you felt a tap on your shoulder. You put the gun down and take off your headphones “Yeah??” You asked before turning around. It was…ghost? “I just wanted to tell ya’ you’ve got the wrong kind of gloves for this.” what..? “I do??” You asked “Mhm. The cloth makes the grip on the gun looser. Ya’ need leather.” He says with his dead voice. “I do??” You asked again “Mhm.” He mumbled, “Welp..I guess I gotta make a trip to some kinda store..but we are like..three hours away from the nearest town-“ you started to mumble to yourself “You can have mine.”

“What..?” You murmur finally being pulled out of your thoughts. “I said you can have mine.” He says blankly before taking off his gloves “W-wait! Are you sure?? Don’t you need them..?” You said quickly, “Nah, I have a bunch.” He says lying. He only had one pair. After he took of both his gloves off, he roughly grabbed both of your hands, taking off your gloves before placing the leather ones in your hand and pocketing your old ones. “Those should help you.”

“Thank you, Ghost! This means a lot to me.” You sang happily before going to hug him but stopping. “Sorry...I almost forgot you’re not the hugging-“ you say before you feel someone’s arm wrap around your waist. Ghost looked down at you as he held you to his chest. Your back facing him. He rests his chin on your head and sighs. “Between you and me, I’m quite the hugger.” He says happily..? Before nuzzling his face in your hair. “Hmmm…” he mumbles, “your hair smells good…”

#cod x reader #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #call of duty fanfiction #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost cod #fluff fic #I hope yall like this one

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sincerely-sofie · 8 months ago

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Chapter 6 of Sofie Plays "Slay the Princess": The Princess and the Hero (Round 2) + The Witch

Gotta experience 'em all!

[ Beginning ] - [ Previous Part ] - [ Next Part ]

I meant to pick up the blade but misclicked and entered the basement. Even so, we got some new dialogue! Pretty sure I needed to pick up the dagger to get a new Princess, but I might just continue this route for the sake of flavor text :>

Asked the princess warily what we would do if I couldn't find a key to free her, and she whipped out the "Maybe we could cut me out of them! :)" idea so fast guys I'm having flashbacks,

THE FLASHBACKS ARE INTENSIFYING

Don't worry, Princess! I'm sure we'll figure out a way to get out of GOOD GLORY NOT AGAIN. PRINCESS I HOPED YOU WERE KIDDING ABOUT CUTTING YOURSELF OUT OF THE CHAINS. COULD YOU HAVE WAITED A SECOND UNTIL THE KNIFE POPPED INTO THE ROOM SO THAT IT COULD BE A LITTLE LESS GRUESOME?

*cartoon dog voice* This is fine :)

Hey, Narrator? What the FRICK do you mean by that? Mister disembodied, no-hands-having, secret-keeping voice? Are you going to drive me mad with constant demands that I kill the Princess? Too bad that I'm not going to. Hopefully you can manipulate the environment somehow to make the basement collapse on us, because I'm not going to hurt---

... Oh.

New chapter. I guess.

I can already tell I don't like my new brain buddy.

THE MIRROR IS BACK!!!! aaaand it's gone the second I try to clean it. We aren't getting any mirror selfies today.

Oh my worrrrrd Opportunist you sleazy, conniving kiss-up. Ughhhhh

GEE WILLICKERS, NARRATOR IT'S ALMOST AS IF I TELL PEOPLE THE WHOLE TRUTH, UNLIKE CERTAIN CHARACTERS WHO SHALL GO UNNAMED.

At the very least, there isn't any dismemberment involved this time.

NARRATOR! THERE'S ANOTHER WEIRD CAT IN THE BASEMENT!

Is the achievement title a reference to that fable about the Frog and the Scorpion?

Welp. She's playing chicken. We're stuck down here. I decided to just accept it and wait.

Just realizing that the narrator has a capital H when referred to with third person pronouns, and I'm too busy noticing the red at the edges of the screen to consider it for very long.

Alright. The cabin has vanished around us. Is it time for arms to erupt from the aether and absorb the Witch?

Huh. Very anti-climactic.

What the HECK does "you've grown" mean?????

Okay, okay. the Long Quiet is definitely a location. But I'm not convinced it isn't also a character of sorts. It feels like it has some kind of goal, but I can't tell what.

It's the start of a new chapter, and I chose to leave the cabin behind me this time. I kept looping back around to the cabin, but surely I got turned around or something in the forest. That's normal. I'll just keep trying.

THIS IS NO LONGER NORMAL.

OKAY THEN. SEE YOU IN THE NEXT POST. I GUESS.

#slay the princess #stp #sofie liveblogs stuff

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bidisaster-peanut-romano · 4 months ago

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soo hi everyone!! i'm back on my bully essay/meta/something writing!! sort of. i did this.

anyways anyone who's been on this page for some time know how from time to time i have insistently mentioned the parallels between lola and peanut, right?

welp! that was a joke but the time has finally come!! a super-pretentious essay just for the fun of it!! (and also bc i haven't been writing actually argumentative texts in like months perhaps a year, so. yikes, i really need to practice again)

word count: 2.2k WOAH. IM SORRY

i, in my corner, with my monstrous needs. — susan sontag, as consciousness is harnessed to flesh

take this quote both as a title and an anticipation of what is to come. the essay will be distributed analyzing first the dependence of each of them on johnny, to then draw comparisons. i'll make sure to steer as away from headcanons as possible, sticking closely to the source text. obviously, some things' interpretation might be ambiguous, but, you know. your usual occupation hazard.

also, a disclaimer before we start: while they are psychologically complex and there is always a mimetic intention in developing them, these are fictional characters, and, as such, their primary function is to be vessels for different themes, questions and so forth. therefore, i will prioritize meaning and themes over moral implications and similar elements.

i. peanut

for how much i can adore talking about him, the way peanut depends on johnny is very much on the nose; worn on his sleeve, even. in 11:11 minutes of voice lines, he mentions johnny 30 times.

many interpret this as the caricature of a boy crush, but i have reasons to believe it is much less cute than that.

the problem is that, really, more than trying to identify specific situations... peanut seems to rely on johnny for a significant part of what he does. when he does good at dodgeball:

Look at me, Johnny, look at me!

almost like a child calling for his parent's attention to be praised. he calls johnny's name when he's going through hardships, when he's scared or when he's sad.

more than someone he just loves, johnny is a point of reference. whenever there's something going on, whenever he does or has to do something, his first thought goes to johnny; vice versa, what johnny asks of him is his priority.

I gotta tell Johnny! No time. I gotta see Johnny now. Gotta help Johnny. What can I do next to please Johnny? I mean Lola! I mean…

(this also goes in a "negative" direction, envy being the other side of the medal to adoration. especially because, in some way, this reliance on johnny might be felt by him as emasculating, and, being johnny his model of masculinity, adding it to the napoleon complex thing, it's not hard to guess why it can be so unpleasant. we can see this manifest through some of the things he expresses in regards to lola- not as much an interest he has towards her, but the interest he wishes to have from her- which are a bit more different than it might seem at a first glance. but this is a mouseketool we'll need later. still:

Last time I saw her, Lola made eyes at me, not Johnny!

do we really need this part? heh. i'm not sure, but it's always good to point out)

(also, just because, for the purpose of this analysis, it might be useful to specify: while these sentiments are very much implied in peanut's canon quotes, we have no evidence in canon in what measure they are reciprocated by johnny. the fandom has universally agreed that johnny also views peanut as his Best Friend In The World; while in some measure, they must be at least a bit close, i think it is even safe to say, given the caricaturist nature of bully's characterizations, that johnny holds peanut in less consideration that peanut deludes himself into believing. quoting another post of mine, the kids who show some level of obsession towards their leader mention him on average ten or less times (gord mentions derby eight times, parker six times, kirby mentions ted five times). the leaders don't usually make names at all, that much is true; however, peanut mentions johnny 30 times, and, even in front of this proportion, johnny mentions peanut 0 times. just to make that clear)

overall, what undeniably shines through his voice lines is a feeling of general inadequacy, whether about his height, or his strength in front of a bigger adversary. the audios in which he tries to show off range from being disingenuous, to straight up improbable.

crossing what we have until now said, it is not hard to come to the conclusion that he really tries to make up, to fill this empty feeling of inadequacy by taking pride in his role as johnny's second in command.

while i am a big fan of bully's characteristic of having left much content out of the main game, leaving the gamers to dig it up for themselves, i do believe that scrapping some of the stuff that was prepared for peanut is a loss. we have a number of voice lines coming from chapter 3, in which it was heavily implied how important peanut's role as johnny's right hand man was.

for example, much like... all other seconds in command, really, he was to be followed and then fought in the rumble, before you could get to johnny, with the specific duty to cover his back. even his very first scene, the opening cutscene of chapter 3, i believe, is not to be underestimated. most of the other people, as far as i recall, call you when they need it in person; johnny, however, sends peanut. making him, de facto, an extension of himself, almost.

again, you choose the motivation. what is important, from a narrative point of view, is that peanut clings to johnny through these acts of service, almost making it the foundation of his personhood.

basically, he makes it so that, if he can't be of help to johnny, his whole self is fundamentally annihilated, giving himself completely to johnny.

ii. lola

with lola, reading between the lines gets a bit more difficult; first of all, because lola is much less transparent than peanut, her insincerity being a supporting beam of the whole chapter 3. secondly, whether she was done dirty by the creators or not, it is undoubted that being the perspective that of a teenage boy (namely, jimmy, but we certainly, as viewers, are brought to sympathize more with johnny than with lola) with all the prejudices it can bring with itself.

however, it doesn't mean that there isn't anything to work with- quite the contrary, actually. the issue with lola is that there is a certain amount of layers to get through before gaining a satisfying perception of her as a character. still, we're here to try our best, aren't we!

even behind the muddiness of her intentions and the manipulation she shows herself a master at, it is clear from the second we first meet her that what she does is in function of johnny.

to get through this mess with order, we'll start from an easy, measurable numeric information: lola mentions johnny in her audio files 19 times. which, we're assessed, IS a considerable amount.

we have extensively talked about the way her cheating patterns are a strategy not to succumb to the passive role of the girl in the heteronormative, patriarchal prototypical couple (there's a post here breaking down a lot of this stuff, if any of you is interested!!), so, instead of this, i want to focus on what lies beneath that behavior.

ultimately, the whole point is that lola expects and wants johnny to fight for her. whether is it because she feels taken for granted, or just because he can't perceive it if not through grandiose gestures like the rumble- your interpretation will work; she wants to see johnny fighting nail and teeth not to lose her, she wants him to show her that he wants her.

she's all about that attention, and she knows exactly what and how to do to get it. and i think this is especially clear when you compare the moments in which she knows there's no advantage she could go for; when she has understood that jimmy won't fall for her manipulation, when algie and chad leave her unsatisfied, when norton openly accuses her and antagonizes her - she loses her temper, lets go of that sweetened and/or flirtatious voice tone, abandons that specific kind of gesturing. she doesn't care anymore about obtaining something. she was actually angry, and she was actually upset that johnny had disappeared.

in some of her audios, she references johnny with some amount of fondness, as well:

Johnny and I were on the best date ever.

(there is also a voice line in which she says "He told me he likes me because of my personality. Isn't that sweet?"; due to it being a general chatter and not exclusive to one chapter, i assume it is relatively safe to assume she is quoting johnny. however, as i said at the beginning, we're trying to stay as close to canon material as possible, so, do your thing- and i'm open to arguments!!)

a considerable amount of audio files, however (which will lead us to our final point) is about her... calling for help for johnny, or stating, confidently, that he will come save her, or avenge her later.

Someone get Johnny! Johnny's gonna get you for this. Johnny is gonna kill you!

but wait... i have some sense of déjà vu...

You're gonna be sorry when Johnny finds out!

iii. two faces of the same medal

if i had to pick an effective image for a metaphor, i'd say that the thing about lola and peanut is that they are both dogs looking for someone to take their leash; we’re talking here about an exclusive relationship with someone they can rely totally on, someone we’ll call the Other (with a capital o, distinguished from just other. yes it is unnecessarily complicated i’m sorry).

for what my professor would call accidents of history, it happened that both of them found that Other in johnny.

each of them attempts at creating an exclusive relationship with the Other, one foolproof and fundamentally… perfect. perfect in the way that everything works like oiled gears, in the way that every next move is predictable, in the way that any accident will not break the created equilibrium. (even if, in the general sense of the term, lola and johnny's relationship is everything but perfect, it is in the connotation that we have established here. lola is aware that, no matter what she does, johnny will come back around. hell, the very thing that she does is aimed at keeping that balance; specifically, keeping him a bit on the edge, pushing him into a corner where he has to actively make an effort to keep her close.)

they both hide something they are ashamed of, regulating not only their actions and reactions but their very way of existing in the world, in order to keep that gear working, in order to remain in johnny's hand. lola hides that craving for a genuine and stable affection, dissimulating it with the cheating and the fatuous physical demonstrations of closeness; peanut hides his sense of inadequacy and complex of inferiority, by being the tough and reliable second in command.

basically, what they mean to achieve is a sense of security, the safety of not really being the one to lead but, at the same time, finding a purpose, other than a shield from the outside world that they are not willing to concede themselves to. like a... symbiotic relationship?? i was going to say parasitic, but, yknow. the Other does get some advantages, which are, respectively, peanut's acts of service and lola's capacity to boost johnny's pride.

now, of course, johnny is not aware of either of their play. which makes it even better, since, as we already said, both of their approach to the relationship needs some degree of insincerity.

like, i don't deny that johnny might be a good friend, or a loyal one. but he is an oblivious, prideful fuck who can't see past his own nose; he's got a tendency to make it all about himself - which of course goes perfectly with what we said about both peanut and lola making the Other their center, taking up, in a certain way, a passive role in the relationship.

this way, both of them aim at creating with johnny a relationship that is, in a way, codependant and conditional, in which the do ut des (their respective "service" ↔ johnny's guarantee of stability) creates the foundation of the very relationship.

this, of course, brings up the problem of exclusivity; on which, however, i prefer not to delve into too much, as this would bring us to the topic of their antagonism which... isn't really what i wanted to go for, at least not here. (it would risk bringing us a bit too close to my subjective interpretation and too far away from the canon, which i PROMISED i wouldn't do. however, someday i might elaborate on that??? idk , please do lmk if someone's interested around here)

i will, however, show you a diagram (it looks like a triangle- i guess it is, but it is VERY important that it is a pyramid, with a top and a larger foundation) and a quote, to wrap this up bc i think it is already WAY too long and ramble-y lmao. let me know what you think anyway, my ask box is always open <3

it almost feels like a joke to play out a part when you are not the starring role in someone else's heart you know i'd rather walk alone (i'd rather walk alone) than play a supporting role if i can't get the starring role -- starring role, marina and the diamonds

#WHEW. do you know how long this has been sitting in my drafts???? do you???#date: 23 of aprile. yeah. but i only had the premise and the title. whops. the intention was there.#it took me a bit more than half an hour to write the first two paragraphs. then it took me THREE WHOLE DAYS to write the last one #i was RECORDING MYSELF. RAMBLING AND TALKING. THROUGHOUT THE DAY. trying to get some coherent thoughts out of my head #god i love them but theyre SO compclicated to talk about. i guess i just like my characters a little bit fucked up idk #also yeah ask box is always open u know the drill. thank you if you have read all of this and congrats!!#i hope i fried no brains in attempts at reading this bc i certainly fried mine at attempting at writing it #bully #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #bully game #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #lola lombardi #peanut romano #greasers #odyposts #odywrites

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dayseedrawz2 · 4 months ago

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Hahaha uhmm idk what to do so here's a self-indulgent Uh I mean practice fic while I mentally prepare for chapter 4 based on that One post I made a while back.

This is all cannon to Ring-Misstress AU btw

Uhhh enjoy!!

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"Bedtime story" - (A Ring-Misstress fanfic fanfic)

Pomni found herself walking towards her room, not just alone, but with a child holding her hand. But it was all by choice (mostly). She and Caine now had a mission to raise this small AI. She herself was surprised just how motherly she could be.

[So, I get to sleep in the big bed with you??]

♧Just untill Caine and I can design your own bed. Here, go ahead and look around!♧

The Ring-Misstress opened up the door with her face on it.

This was Voz's first time in his new mother's room. Well- his first time in the circus at all! His first day existing! The moment he stepped in to look around, something immediately caught his eye.

Up on a small desk beside the bed stood a small plushie. A chubby yellow and green alligator with a cowboy hat. Sitting on the edge of the desk with its arms and legs stretched straight out in front of him.

Voz had to jump but successfully obtained the plush from its spot. Pomni noticed him and chuckeld.

♧I see you've met my friend Gummigoo.♧

[Is that his name??]

♧Yup. Named him after an old friend of mine. I got him as a gift! My most prized possession!♧

[Really?? Woah...]

Voz looked up at Pomni and back down at the Gummigoo in his hands. Pomni pulled out a replica of Caine's WackyWatch.

♧Welp, let's get you and Gummi to bed. Caine says you gotta recharge.♧

She picked him up, still with the plush in his hands. As she tucked him in, his little artificial mind couldn't help but stay curious.

[Mama, you said he's named after an old friend. Who??]

♧Yesh, it's quite a long story... you sure??♧

Pomni teased, knowing this was most likely a lure to get him to stay up longer.

[Yes yes yes please tell me everything!!]

Voz squealed with excitement, wanting nothing more but to learn about his mother and the world around him.

♧Alright, alright, I guess a little bedtime story wouldn't hurt. Well, it all started the second day I joined the circus...♧

*Insert Pomni's POV from episode 2 (you already know what happened) ok back to the story*

[Papa did WHAT!?]

He squezzed Gummigoo as right as he could.

♧Mhmm.♧

Pomni nodded. It was a whole lot for Voz to take in. "But... if that happened the day after Pomni and Caine met, then... how are they still friends??"

[So... you weren't mad at him..?]

♧Oh no, I was really mad At him for a LOOOOOOONG time. Untill one day...♧

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Caine stood in midair, confused why the Jester was so blind by rage.

☆Pomni... I- I don't understand... he was just some old NPC of mine! Why are you so... upset-☆

♧OF COURSE YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU HEARTLESS PEACE OF SH-♧

The Ringmaster crossed his arms with an exaggerated expression on his face. Still oblivous to the issue at hand.

☆Hey, hey! There's no need for such language!May I remind you that The Amazing Digital Circus has a very strict family-friendly Policy-☆

♧I DON'T CARE ABOUT SOME STUPID @#! POLICY!! YOU'RE A SORRY EXCUSE FOR A RINGMASTER! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE TO SNAP HIM OUT OF EXISTENCE!! I JUST WANTED TO HELP HIM AND NOW HE'S- ...he's...♧

Pomni suddenly stopped. Small sniffles escaped her as she stormed off to who knows where.

A few hours passed, and there was no sign of Pomni. Caine had asked all the other performers for any information, but they either didn't know or didn't care to help him.

He was digitally heartbroken. He somberly floated around the circus tents interior. Pomni would probably never look him in the face ever again. He just wanted to get to know his new performer. He genuinely didn't know what he had done wrong. If he could just try to find her and talk things out...

Then, he heard what sounded like Pomni sobbing in the distance.

☆Well, that's oddly convenient.☆

He followed the sound and turned the corner to see that it was, in fact, Pomni. She sat on the floor with her knees to her chest and her head buried in her hands to cry. He called for her, but she didn't answer and stayed in the same position.

The ringmaster let out a defeated sigh as he descended to the ground to sit beside her.

☆Hey...☆

He scooted a little closer, so he was heard. This was probably the quietest Pomni had ever heard him.

☆I know I probably haven't been doing my best, but-☆

☆I just want you to know that I'm trying.☆

☆I really am.☆

☆and I'm sorry if I've screwed it all up.☆

☆I am so, very sorry, my dear...☆

He thought about the argument they had. That NPC really did make her happy. More than he ever could. But he took it away from her. He's supposed to make his members happy, and he took away the ONE thing that brought her joy. She was right... What a sorry excuse of a Ringmaster...

At this point, he, too, was on the brink of tears.

Pomni finally looked up. She saw that he really was being genuine. But still salty, she got up and faced away from him, crossing her arms.

Caine also got up. He began to speak again, trying to be a bit less quiet.

☆Oh... I see... B-but I still wanna make it up to you! I... I realized how much your NPC friend made you happy. And I really wanted to keep it that way. I was really hoping we could... start over. So... I made this!☆

He snapped his fingers, and Pomni's hands spawned a little plush replica of her gummy gator friend. She slowly turned to look at Caine again. He was looking down, fidgeting with his hands. He quickly stopped once he realized that she was looking at him.

Pomni looked back at the plush, then back up at Caine. Her eyes were watering, and her mouth began to quiver. Caine's expression of worry returned, and he began fidgeting again.

☆O-oh... oh my you- you're crying again... I wasn't sure if this would help, but it looks like I have my answer. ...I suppose I'll see myself out now-☆

Pomni leaped towards Caine and wrapped her arms around him. For a moment, Caine froze. This was the first time someone had hugged him willingly, so though unexpected, he still returned it.

♧Thank you Caine. You're still kind of an awful ringmaster, but I forgive you...♧

☆Does this mean we can start over..?☆

Pomni nodded. Even though made out of teeth, you could still make out a huge smile on Caine's face. She couldn't help but giggle at his attempts to keep his cool.

♧Heheh, let ME be the ringmaster for a day why don't ya?♧

She joked through her now happy tears. Caine caught on and laughed along with her.

☆Ha! You'd probably do a better job than me!☆

♧Pfft, no kidding!♧

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♧And that's how me and Caine became friends! And how i git one of my favorite gifts! I thought you're father just wanted to hurt us but turns out... he's actually... really sweet. Uh- So... what do you-♧

Pomni was brought back to the present moment, smiling down at Voz who was fast asleep, hugging the Gummigoo plush.

Perhaps there was more than one prized possession Caine had given her...

#this is basically a late bday gift... for myself-#happy late birthday to me!#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc caine #tadc pomni #caine #showtime #tadc showtime #caine x pomni #[ring misstress au]#[r m fic tag]#dayseeyaps

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not-wholly-unheroic · 2 months ago

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Watching “Peter Pan” and “Return to Neverland” for fun. There are some top quality gags to appreciate when you’re old enough to understand them. Hehehe.

Cue Hook getting a “special” chiropractic treatment.

Child me: Haha! Hook’s in his underwear! . . . (Sees as we dance on Hook’s back) 😳 Welp, that’s what happens when you get old. Your back starts hurting like Hook, but that’s never gonna happen to me! 8D

Years later, adult me: I really need that. . .

Also I highly question Smee’s chiropractic skills but when you’re in Neverland, I guess your options are pretty much limited. Hook needs a proper spa treatment 😅

Lol. Smee’s professional qualifications as a chiropractor are definitely suspect. 😂 But bless him, he tries! (And probably does innumerable other things for Hook nobody else can or will do.) Pretty sure he often doubles as cook/carpenter/nurse/personal bodyguard… Basically, Smee is the mom friend we all need!

But yeah, it’s weird to me to think that one day, I will be physically older than the character who I loved when I was 12 and he was the “grownup.” Hook has always had like…dad vibes to me. So being older than him someday will be weird. I can handle us both being adults/peers but me being the “old person” someday? That’s gonna weird me out…

It’s gotta be trippy for Wendy to see Peter again at the end of Return to Neverland and have him still be the exact same age as she remembers him…even if she knows logically that of course he hasn’t aged because he’s Peter Pan.

#Peter pan #Captain hook #Disney Peter Pan #peter pan 1953 #return to Neverland #Mr Smee #Smee

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thewizzard767 · 5 months ago

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Thinking about my old Undertale fanfic idea...

Back when a certain royal scientist was working on an alternative way to free monsterkind, he discovered the code behind the universe. He theorized that if one could learn to harness that code, manipulate even one value, they could achieve the impossible - bypass, and even destruction of the barrier.

The royal scientist, with the assistance of his colleagues, eventually constructed a device capable of "editing" this code, but there was one problem. Powering the device would take immense energy, more than even the CORE could manage. There was only one option: A human SOUL, and its determination.

But a human had not fallen down in years. The last human SOUL to enter the Underground had shattered alongside Asriel's.

... Or so the King and Queen thought.

It had been discovered, hidden among the flowers, by the royal scientist on his daily walk. The fused SOUL was cracked and fading, but it somehow struggled to survive. He managed to preserve it, and began to study its energy output, as well as find a way to isolate and siphon the DT from the SOUL.

Eventually, he created a machine to harness its power, powering the entire laboratory. More importantly, it powered the royal scientists hope of freeing every monster. It was ready for a test run.

Late at night, he took two of his most trusted associates to assist him in the inventions first test. Hooking up the power, he ran the necessary calculations and started the device. And then…

And then…

Something went horribly wrong.

Much more time later…

With the Barrier shattered, monsters went free and eventually made contact with a nearby human city. After shaky relations, the human government realized the benefits of peace and eventually formed an alliance. The monsters agreed to settle in a camp nearby, while a more permanent solution could be constructed. But while most of the populace were eager for this new era of peace, some were too stuck in their old ways. Weekly protests, some turning into riots, threatened the hopes and dreams of both monsters and humans alike.

At the height of one of the biggest riots, outside the newly erected monster embassy, a terrible tragedy occurred. It was reported that a monster, known as the self-proclaimed “Mascot of Monsterkind”, was in the process of making a rousing speech about his belief in change for the better, when a brick was thrown out of the crowd.

The brick hit the monsters skull and killed him instantly.

The human ambassador somehow managed to single out the murderer and was about to engage in battle, but suddenly disappeared in a flash of darkness. The riot died down after police action was escalated, but that could not undo the fact that an innocent monster had been murdered.

What could?

You’re in a dark room. The only light you see is a blue flicker in the corner in your eye.

*oops, sorry. lemme turn the lights on.

The lights turn on, and you find yourself in Sans and Papyrus’s house. Sans is standing by the light switch. His hands are shaking.

*there we go. *… *welp. *i couldn’t just let you attack that guy, huh?*even if he DID just… *…

You both stand there for what feels like forever. The silence is deafening. Sans lets out a shaky sigh.

*figured out how to time-travel again yet?

You tell Sans you lost the ability to do so since entering the city. You tell Sans you’re sorry you can’t do more.

*you sure? *eh, i don’t blame you. *guess things are stuck this way now, huh?

You nod, sadly.

*damn. *it was going so well, too. *sorry bro, guess there’s no turning back the clock this… time…

Suddenly, Sans goes still. His pupils flicker as he turns to you.

*maybe there is. *sorry, kiddo, but i gotta go. *i’ll drop you at the embassy, though. *tori’s probably worried sick.

There’s a flash of darkness, and you find yourself back in the embassy. People are yelling, but stop when they catch sight of you. Toriel runs to you and catches you in a motherly embrace. Asgore, Alphys, and Undyne are discussing things with the human governor. Sans is nowhere to be found.

You feel a low rumble, underneath your feet.

Deep in the underground, there is silence. The air feels quiet and stale, especially in the True Lab. Sans materialized in the power room, wheeling a strange machine covered in a tarp alongside him. He stopped beside the main breaker and pressed a combination of switches. The breaker shuddered, and a panel slid back to reveal a round port. Sans pulled the tarp off the machine and pulled a thick cord out from underneath it. Plugging the cord into the power source, he flipped another switch, this time on the device itself. A faint hum began to emanate from the machine, louder and louder until it turned into a low wail as the inner workings of the machine turned and shifted to reconfigure the world as he knew it. Taking a deep breath, Sans blew the dust off a keyboard and began to type.

>open console

The machine began to vibrate...

>access game files

The air turned colder, dark̶er̴...

>access entity files

Yet dar̶̉ͅkeṙ̴̦...

>access monster files

The wailing from the machine escalated into a stuttering shriek, almost too much to bear. The ̶r̴o̷o̴m̶ ̷b̸egan ̵̜̐to ̵͔̾shudder.

>filename: [Papyrus]

The typing became slower, more deliberate. Within his Ṡ̷̨̻̩̋̌̏͜ͅO̴̧̰͕̍͑Ȕ̵̧̻̋̌L, Sans could feel the universe shifting with every keystroke. Around him, the walls ̷͖̅seemed ̴͙̍to ̸̯͘fade ̸͎̈́in ̵̙̌and ̴̻̒o̴͇͠ȗ̸̮t̶̖̀ ̶̇͜o̶̠��f̶̺͆ ̶͉̈́v̵̳̚i̸̲̓ḙ̸̓w. He felt every fiber of his body start ̵̛͉to ̸̳̇stretch ̷͚̀ą̷́ņ̸̓d̶̠͝ ̶͗ͅc̵̯͗o̷̡͆ń̷̲t̵̻̏r̵̡͌á̸̯c̷̰̀t and ̸̹̗̆͠burn ̷̤̅̈͑͂and ̷͓̬̺̯̆͂̚͝fre̸̗̻͂̈́ͅe̸͈͍̯̙͋z̷̝̑e̸̤̾̚ ̴̧̦̍͑͌͝a̸̭̤͈̯̓ń̶̬͇̋̓d̴̥̏̿̍͂ d̵͓͍̼̳̹̏̒̋̈́̀ì̴̦͕̮s̷̯͍͖͚̹̿ap̸̨̛̰̼̖̰̄́̉p̶̙̙̘̉̀͐̏ear̸̡̬͎͈̰͒̽̇̈́ ̶̧̔̉̑͝a̴̦͛̎̽n̷̼̝̭͖̖͊̂͒̓̆d̴̳̀ ̵͙̳̘̀̋̉̈̊m̶̢̧̬̭͛̄̒͘͝u̴͔͚̓̉͗̐lti̴̻͂̀p̴̹͈̙̞̬̑̓͊̐l̵͕̪̼̟̓̋̃͒ͅý̸̭̖͚̯͒ ̵̺̖͝ä̵̪̘̤̯́̈́̎͜͠ļ̵̣̣̑̓̈l ̶̫͎͕̃a̴̢̢͎̐̈́͗̊t ̴̭̺͓͍̪͆̈́ö̴̙͍͒͘͝n̸̰̪̹̽͊c̵̹̹̝̭̩̃͘e̴̢̯̳̥͌̑̑̃͠. The earth herself shuddered, as if about to draw her final breath. As he typed in the final inputs, his hand hê̶̯̈́͝s̵̺̤͗̍̈͘̚iẗ̸̨͒̅a̸̮̩̞͋t̵̞̆̃e̸̝̟̘͘d over the “Ȩ̸̑͋͌͒̄̈͠Ņ̵̡͚̔̕T̷̼̗͉̮͒̀̅E̶̡̗͚̗̝͙̽̄͝R̴̛͉̪̤̤̻̔̄͂̅̌̐ͅ” key. But o̴͕̝̼͝n̶̰͈͓̏͒͆͋̊l̴̡̦̯̆̆̒͛̈́̌́y for a moment.

When he pressed the key, he felt a hand on his shoulder, and smiled.

“HELLO SANS.”

And t̷̡̙̝̋̌ḧ̷͓͇̼́̈́ẽ̵̙̪̝́͒ņ̸̜̿̽

t̶͙̫̫̠̙͉̗͍̿̊ẖ̶̢̨̡̰̝̦͙̍̂͌̈́͊͘̚e̴͙̲̟͚͂̎̈́̿́̄͆̚ ̵̱̹͇̗̭̔ ̸̠̱̯̰̀̽̎̀͘ ̸̡̦̫͉͎͗ ̷̬͓̣͎̲̍̅̒ ̴̱̥̫̞̦͑̊͝

w̷̫͓͍͎̤̩̟͈͂̀̈́͐ͅơ̷͇͚͑̌̇͠r̵͚̈́̀͊̎̋̀͠͝l̵̨̖͉͇͍͈͈̜̺̫͓̳̭͂͐d̵̨̧͍̭͕̟̯͉̤͆̑̆͑̉̄̉̉̏̋̽͒͊̕͜ ̵̳̗͛͜ẉ̴̛̛̬͗̔̊̌̾̐̔̓̽͌̽̋e̶̛̤̺̺͉̪̱͓̠̮̝͓͎̅͛̈̋̃͂̂̈́̍͛͘͝ ̶̡̛ ̸̮̊͝ ̶̦̍͋ ̸̞̐͂ n̵̡̛͈̝̼̜͔̞͊͆͒̎͛́̈͒̃̔̓͛̄̚͝͝t̷̛͖̬̭̻͙̼̄̽̍̌̃ ̶̡̨̩̪̬͍͈͖̀̈́b̶̧͍͉̣͉͇̤͍͔̍̑͗̈́̈̆͆͑̀̄̔͂̈́͐͛̚̕͝͝l̶̢̲̩̠̳̪̀́͌́̎̈́͑̋̈̌̋̿̃̑̚͘͘͝ḁ̵̣̙̙̌̓̊̇̊͜ c̷̹̄̄͑͘͘͝ͅḱ̷̨̆̃̓̚͝.

#undertale #undertale fanfiction #sans #papyrus #alphys #undertale au #gaster #undyne #toriel #asgore #✋︎ ☟︎✌︎✞︎☜︎ 💧︎⚐︎ 💣︎🕆︎👍︎☟︎ ❄︎⚐︎ 💧︎☟︎✌︎☼︎☜︎ 🕈︎✋︎❄︎☟︎ ✡︎⚐︎🕆︎ ❄︎🕈︎⚐︎📬︎

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sparkles-rule-4eva · 2 years ago

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"Comfort in a Thunderstorm"

Happy Wholesome Sonic and Tails Wednesday!!!! 🥰 So I've actually drawn a ton of things for them but obviously gotta post them one at a time 😂 I had something else planned but then another fic suddenly materialized in my docs so I was like "welp"

Haha, enjoy!

Quick desc: "Sonic & Tails' first thunderstorm experience together."

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Sonic didn’t like the rain.

For one, he wasn’t a big fan of water in general, although he mainly didn’t like being in it. But rain often made it harder to run. He’d lost track of the amount of times he’d slipped in wet grass, or crashed into a mud puddle, or been blinded by a downpour and ran into a tree or something.

He didn’t like it, but he wasn’t afraid of it.

As he was soon to learn, it was a different story for Tails.

It had started sprinkling around the late afternoon, and by sundown it was pouring. The skies were overcast with dark, almost black clouds. They’d need to stop and find shelter somewhere, Sonic decided. It was already hard enough to keep moving during the day in the heavy rain. It would only be worse to try and get through it in the dark.

Tails had seemed unusually quiet. Sure, he didn’t talk a whole lot to begin with, but sometimes his little brother would go on rambles about something new he’d discovered; usually about mechanics and technology. The kid had taken a liking to such things the moment he’d first discovered them, and although he didn’t have any of his own tools and techy stuff yet, he was taking every opportunity to learn as much about it as he could. He’d been fascinated by Sonic’s plane, the Tornado, ever since he’d first laid eyes on it. Sonic had been thinking about buying him a computer or something for his birthday, whenever that was.

Did he actually understand all the stuff Tails told him about? No, not really. But it was fun to listen to him go on and on about his passions.

Tonight, however, his little brother had been silent for a couple hours at least. When Sonic glanced back to check on him, the little fox’s blue eyes were wide and nervous.

He cleared his throat as he stopped for a moment. “You okay, buddy?”

Tails jumped and looked up at him. “Yes!” he answered, a little too quickly. “Where are we gonna sleep tonight?”

Sonic looked up and scanned the horizon. “Dunno yet. I don’t see any trees. We might have to settle for burrowing tonight.”

“We shouldn’t go under a tree, anyway,” Tails protested. “If it starts making thunder, we might get struck by lightning if it hits the tree.”

Sonic looked down at him, surprised. “Oh, okay.” He glanced around. “I just don’t want to get flooded if we go underground is all.”

The little fox stared around for a moment. Something still seemed off about his demeanor, but Sonic couldn’t put his finger on it.

“Well, guess we’ll just keep moving until we find somewhere safe to stay for the night.” He sighed, then held out his hand. “Stay close, kiddo.”

It had taken him a while to get Tails to be comfortable with touch when they’d first met— which, granted, hadn’t been too long ago. A little under a year, perhaps? But Tails had been sensitive to it as a result of the bullying he’d had to endure before Sonic had met him and intervened. So it was safe to say that Sonic was a little taken aback when Tails not only took his hand immediately, he grabbed his entire arm and clung to it with both hands, standing barely a couple inches away from him.

They started walking, although Tails was more shuffling to keep up with Sonic’s longer paces. “You feeling okay, bud?” Sonic finally made himself ask.

His little brother hesitated for several seconds, then mumbled, “I’m just sleepy.”

It had been a long day. “Want me to carry you?”

“…Yeah.”

Sonic stopped walking, turned to crouch down, and held out his arms. Tails quietly climbed into his grasp, and as Sonic stood up again, this time holding his brother against his chest and one shoulder, he realized Tails was shaking. His heart rate seemed a little too fast, too.

But his little brother had already shown he didn’t want to talk about whatever was bothering him, so Sonic just held him close and continued walking, occasionally rubbing one hand over the fox kit’s back.

Maybe five minutes of silence passed before thunder started rumbling in the distance. Sonic kept moving, but he felt Tails stiffen slightly in his arms.

Finally, he spotted a few small caves just beyond the hill they were approaching. “Eureka!” he cheered quietly, and Tails made a tiny noise of acknowledgment. They were just entering the mouth of the biggest cave when a loud crack of thunder exploded just over their heads.

To Sonic’s surprise, Tails yelped at the sound and clung to him ever tighter, whimpering. Sonic just continued to hold him, even as he walked in deeper and sat down against a wall. He was tempted to ask some questions, but figured it was better to just stay quiet and be there for comfort.

Four cracks of thunder and four mini screams from Tails later, his little brother finally said something.

“I-I don’t like thunderstorms.”

“I got that, buddy,” Sonic replied quietly, trying for a teasing tone, but instantly regretted it. Tails probably wasn’t in the mood for jokes and sarcasm.

“That’s okay,” he added, after another few seconds’ hesitation. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Everyone has fears.”

“Not you,” his brother mumbled.

Sonic paused. While it was true he liked to go about boasting that he feared nothing, it . . . wasn’t necessarily all true. He didn’t fear Eggman. He didn’t fear pain. He didn’t fear death. But . . .

He sighed. “No . . . I have fears too, buddy,” he forced himself to admit, and one of Tails’ ears perked up.

“Really? What is it?”

Oh boy, this was painful, but anything for your family, Sonic supposed. “A couple things, actually,” he confessed, albeit very softly. “I . . . had some bad experiences with water when I was younger. And I never learned to swim, so . . . you could say I’m afraid of drowning.”

Tails’ big blue eyes were bigger than ever. “Really?”

“Yup. That, and . . .”

“And what?”

Sonic exhaled heavily, then leaned back a little so he could meet the fox kit’s gaze more easily. “Losing you. Anything bad happening to you, actually.”

It took a moment, but that actually put a huge smile on Tails’ face. He was still shivering from his own fears, but he looked downright warm and fuzzy inside as he lay back down against Sonic’s chest, a light purr rumbling from his chest. “I love you,” he mumbled through a tired smile.

Sonic had never been one to express emotions or be all sappy, but dang it, everything was different with Tails. “Love you too, bro,” he whispered back, hugging him just a little tighter.

And they stayed like that for the rest of the night. Tails still jumped at every clap of thunder and whimpered here and there, but Sonic just kept holding him. Eventually, surely after another few hours had passed, Tails had fallen asleep, still cradled in his older brother’s arms. Sonic took a few minutes to enjoy the peacefulness of the moment before surrendering to sleep himself.

(again, I made the art before I wrote the fic, so that's why it's a different setting. Although the pic could also just be a general occurrence, not this specific one 🤷‍♀️😂)

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Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic and tails #miles tails prower #unbreakable bond #sth #they're brothers your honor #wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #happy wholesome sonic and tails wednesday #thunderstorm #fears #art #fic #hope there wasn't too much angst lol #i dont think so #does this count as h/c #idk lol #again this will be posted on my Wattpad asap #i really should just make a post with a link to the Wattpad collection and pin it lol

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mossyscavern · 2 months ago

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Who was that guy?

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Ok, I should start this from the beginning.

My name is ganke Lee. And I’m no spider-man. I’m just a guy who games, reads comics, does my school work and gets thrown into my roommates spider- antics.

And this month’s antics for the day? Well…

“Hello!”

“Hey- AHH! GEEZ WTF!” I shouted, fell out of my chair to see some-.. other spider-guy! Out our window. “Sorry to intrude but is this miles school?” The dude asked with a pretty thick Indian accent. “Uh.. yeah?” Is all I can get out.

“Awesome! And is this miles dorm?” The Indian accented spider asked again, tilting his head. All I can do at that moment is nod. “Great! Can you give this to him? Tell him it’s urgent.” He asked, handing me an envelope.

“Uh.. I guess?” I said, taking the envelope from his hand. “Alright, see you probably nevveeerrr!” He shouts, swinging away as his voice went away.

“… that’s weird.” I said stupidly, before dropping the letter and immediately scratching the hand that held it. “Ugh, fucking love letters!” I said annoyingly out loud, staring daggers at the bloody thing.

I’m not entirely allergic to the actual letter, just the envelope itself, specifically from a tree it’s made from… don’t ask.

So by the time miles came back from whatever spider- man thing he did, I handing him the letter with a glove on this time. “What’s with the glove?” He asked.

“I’m allergic to love letters.” I told him as he took the letter from me. “H-how-?” “Don’t ask.” I told him, turning around to my monitor again.

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“Oh, hello again!”

I heard from beside me, I turned and saw the same guy from last week. “… hey yourself?” I questioned mostly. “Why come back?” I asked him.

“Oh I’m one of miles spider-friends!” He said so casually. Thank god I knew miles spider-identity, thank god.

“… alright, we’ll miles is dealing with the rhino so I don’t know when he’ll be back.” I said, shrugging it off and returned to my game.

“Y-! Wh-.. you knew?!” He sputtered out. “Yep. I’m sort of his… guy in the chair? I didn’t have much of a choice.” I explained, not very helpfully but still explained it.

“Oh, well… that’s fine. Can you give this to him?” He asked, holding out a container with something good smelling. “What’s this?” I asked, taking the container.

“Pakora vada pav, try not to eat it.” He says, before swinging away. I looked back at the container in hand, shrugged, got up and placed it on miles bunk.

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“Welcome back.” I said, before looking at the window.

“Woah. That often huh?” He asked, then I turned my head. “You have no idea-… are those sunflowers?” I asked, seeing the bouquet of sunflowers in his hand.

“Oh, yeah, it’s for miles.” He says, jumping in the dorm o n it’s roof and placing the flowers on the top bunk. “Are you two..?”

“Yep!” He says, jumping down from the ceiling. “Me, miles and my girlfriend.” He says, dusting his hands off.

‘Huh… no wonder he was smiling goofily at that letter.’ I thought, remembering how he was giggling. And when he saw the food on the bed he looked super happy. Just like when his mom brought over her food.

It was super awkward with both of us. I was silent, he was silent.. it was super awkward. “… Welp, gotta go! See you later ganke!” My eyes widened when he said that. “Dude! I didn’t tell you my name! How?!”

“Miles told me.. oh! My names Pavitr Prabhakar by the way!” He says before swinging out again… until maybe next week

… great, I’m being thrown into miles spider-man life again… fun.

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… to be fair it isn’t spider-verse without adding in ganke lee…

who is regretting ever finding out his roommate is spider-man cause of the spider-shenanigans he’s being thrown in.

Soo might as well let ganke have the spotlight, even though he’s just suffering from being spider-man’s friend-.

Ok but jokes aside… I just wanna write about his side of the spider-gang shenanigans and just… thrown in chaiflower/chaimodelflower

#spiderman atsv #spider verse #spider side of the cavern #across the spiderverse #atsv miles morales #atsv pavitr prabhakar #atsv ganke lee #miles x pavitr #chaiflower #goldenflower #chaimodelflower #<- mentioned

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toujokaname · 2 months ago

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Mischief / Episode 2

Characters: Rinne, Niki, Kohaku, HiMERU

"—There's something HiMERU would very much like to try ♪"

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Season: Spring

Location: Café Cinnamon

Rinne: Anyway, enough of that.

The reason we dragged our sorry selves here today wasn't just to mooch a meal off Niki.

Niki: I really wish you'd stop using my workplace as a hangout spot, it's super annoying.

But well, if people are hungry, I’ll feed 'em. 'Cause I'll always be an ally of those with empty bellies.

Kohaku: Now that's what I call an ideal chef.

Rinne: Welp, let's just eat like usual and shoot the shit!

We can talk about this PBB thing too—it's pretty juicy, right?

Check it out, I got so hooked that I ended up splurging on a ton of doujinshi about it.

This one's a masterpiece! I skimmed it, and in this story, Merumeru splits into different personalities, and Kohaku-chan gets toyed with by each one ♪

HiMERU: —If all this leads to is ceaseless mockery, HiMERU will take his leave.

Rinne: C'mon, I already said I'm praising you. And also, we do need to discuss practical matters too.

Honestly, this is unprecedented for Crazy:B. We're getting so many job offers that we need to start picking and choosing.

In other words, we've gotta decide which gigs to take and which ones to turn down.

Up till now, we've been so sidelined at work that we'd pretty much take any job without thinking twice.

Kohaku: That really so bad? Far as I'm concerned, every job's a chance to gain experience, so I'd wanna take any job that comes our way...?

Rinne: It's physically impossible to take on every job.

There's no way we could handle it, even if we bust our asses. We'd need ten or twenty more Crazy:Bs just to get through all the requests properly.

Kohaku: We're really that in demand, huh...? So I guess we actually do got the luxury of bein' picky for once...

Rinne: We could always just refuse all the requests and jack up our prices, but that's just one way to play it.

Like saying Crazy:B's not gonna keep working for chump change forever.

HiMERU: We have been undervalued for quite some time. It's likely they took advantage of the instability of our situation, during those uncertain times in which we didn't know when we might be fired.

Rinne: But tossing away this all-you-can-eat buffet we've been handed would be a total waste.

It doesn't matter how many times you hit the jackpot or trigger a special bonus mode—nothing's gonna happen if you don't throw the damn balls in.

Niki: Ugh, again with the pachinko metaphors! Explain it with cooking instead!

Rinne: Say you put in the effort to plow a field and plant seeds but just leave it there without harvesting, it's all for nothing, right?

Niki: Now that makes sense~♪

Kohaku: It's like lettin' the future play out on its own. But yeah, if you don't harvest what you plant, what was the point of sowin' the field at all?

Rinne: And now's exactly the time for harvesting.

Sooo, what's it gonna be? If you just pick jobs without thinking, it'll be all about taking the ones that make the most money with the least effort.

Kohaku: That's the normal way to choose work.

But work ain't just 'bout making money. For some folks, it's 'bout self-fulfillment, or tryin' to find some meanin' in life.

HiMERU: It's a matter of priorities. Whether to make a big profit now, choose the work we're fond of, or invest in future prospects—

In other words, should the goal be to use this opportunity to try various kinds of work and gain experience?

How we choose our jobs depends on what we want to achieve.

Rinne: Welp, think it over carefully.

This is outside of my calculations. It wasn't intentionally created to stir up controversy or set a trend, so I'm at a loss on how to handle it.

I'm gonna beat that metaphor to death, but really, this is just like hitting the lottery.

What you do with that 300 million yen—the luck of a lifetime—is all on you.

Rinne: The thrill in gambling's in aiming and hitting the target; when cash suddenly rains down from the sky, it ain't exciting at all.

So, honestly, I'm not all that interested in this situation.

HiMERU: You have such a troublesome personality.

Rinne: Yep. That's why I ain't touching this one.

You guys can't just keep chasing after my ass all the time. Try using your own brains now and then? Yeah?

HiMERU: Since you immediately sprint off in baffling directions, we're left with no choice but to pursue you desperately.

That said, it is true that Crazy:B's activities have been heavily driven by Amagi up until now.

However, while units like StarPro's Ryuseitai are undeniably conspicuous or even blatant, perhaps it wouldn't hurt if, on occasion, someone other than the leader took center stage?

Kohaku: This PBB thing's supposed to be 'bout me and HiMERU-han, after all.

This is luck that we attracted, so it only makes sense we get to decide how to spend what we made from it.

Niki: Do as you please~♪ I'll leave it to you guys!

Kohaku: Still as ridiculously laid-back as ever, Niki-han...

HiMERU: Even so, this could be a good opportunity...

Kohaku: Hm? What is it? I can't make out a word you're sayin' when you mumble like that.

HiMERU: Never mind that. —Everyone, how about you leave this matter entirely to HiMERU?

Kohaku: Huh? Well, I don't mind, but I don't really have anythin' I wanna do with this weird trend either.

Niki: Does that mean you actually wanna do something this time, HiMERU-kun?

That's rare~ You're usually as unmotivated as I am, just in a different vector than me.

HiMERU: It's unpleasant to be lumped in with Shiina's kind. But well, it is what it is.

—There's something HiMERU would very much like to try ♪

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#event story #ephemeral festival #rinne #niki #kohaku #himeru

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cookieswithay · 11 months ago

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🕷Envious or Jealous?🕸

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Miles Morales x fem reader (1 shot)

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• Envy or Jealousy?

• Siiiiiigh

• You were SO drawn between the two. You don't know how to feel. You don't actually hate Gwen, but, like...you couldn't help but feel BURNING irritation towards her. Why? Miles Morales. You have a serious crush on the guy, but it seems he's into her. So, now your feelings still remain stuck in your chest. Especially now!

• Last Saturday~

• "Ouch! Y/N, you're choking me!"

• "I wanna stop, really, but- Ah!"

• Right now, you two are currently swinging around Brooklyn. And you're clinging to Miles for dear life. Earlier, You jokingly asked him to take you around town. But, since he doesn't have a car (or know how to drive in gen') he decided to take you the fun way.

• "When are we gonna land!?"

• You shouted. The fear and adrenaline was REALLY getting to your bladder.

• "Let's get to the Brooklyn tower!"

• The what!?

• "That's like 100 miles away!"

• "Not the way we're going!"

• He laughed. Oh great. He's having the best time ever.

• "Let's cut this corner right here!"

• You tried to say you couldn't take it, but the swing made you shout once again. And, triggered your full lower organ.

• "You gotta put me down, I have to pee!"

• "Wait, what!?"

• "Hurry, it's coming!"

• "Hold on, lemme find a gas station!"

• After asking a sweet old lady to let you use her bathroom, the two of you now reside on top of a apartment building. (You took the stairs) You sighed, finally feeling content. You were moving at your own pace now.

• "It's a good thing she had bad eye sight,"

• Miles said, while plopping down next to you.

• "Otherwise she'd be the first one to know Spiderman's identity."

• You nodded. "That would be a problem. Old ladies are way better at technology than they used to be."

• ...

• As usual, nerve racking silence settled in. This was probably the only thing you hated about hanging out with him.

• Those awkward silences when you didn't know what to say and you'd start OPENLY checking him out. You had to hurry and pick a subject quickly!

• "So, um,"

• You said, a bit too loud.

• "Was it nice to swing with a passenger?"

• A bright smile spread across his face.

• "Well duh, I was laughing the entire time."

• Yes. The world's cutest laughs.

• "Even if you were shouting in my ear the entire time."

• "Hey!"

• You said, pushing his arm. What were you supposed to do? He didn't slow down for you at all. And this was your first time.

• "I haven't had this much fun since..."

• "The collider thing?"

• You finished. He gave a awkward chuckle and fumbled with his hands.

• "Yeah, I guess so."

• "Just been feeling a little friend sick"

• "Friend sick", he says. At FIRST it was. When you first discovered his secret, he UNLOADED his adventures onto you. And it was fun. Made you wanna meet 'em. But nowadays, all your crush does is reminisce about Gwen. Like, his NEWER relationships hold no meaning!

• "Ain't you always?" You said, imitating a cowgirl. Miles snickered. (The western accent always gets him)

• "Aren't you always."

• You repeated quietly. A familiar dark feeling coated your heart and you began to ask yourself questions. Why do you always do this to yourself? Why do you always make jokes when you feel like crap? Why do always ignore what's in your face? And WHY are you still being Gwen's replacement!?

• Feeling the truth starting to stab, you decided it's time to go.

• "Well, I gotta jet."

• You said, standing up quickly.

• "The 'rents want me over, again."

• Miles looked up at you. Disbelief was written all over his face.

• "Again?"

• "Again, dude."

• You whipped out your phone and nervously checked for a bus. Your hero, on the other hand, stared back at the view. A familiar dull frown was on his face. After totally NOT finding one, you shoved your hands in your pockets and cleared your throat.

• "Welp, see you at visions."

• "...See you at visions, Y/N."

• You faked a smile and headed for the stairs. Once again, despair spread through your body. Why couldn't you fallen for some other guy? Some guy that wasn't insanely cool and super sweet. And handsome and liked to draw. And FRICKIN wasn't in love with some other girl! Tears began to form at the corners of your eyes, but you wiped them away.

• Crying wasn't gonna change anything. Wasn't gonna change a damn thing.

• The present~

• Good news, you stopped losing sleep over him. Bad news...you're kinda ghosting him now. But you have a good reason. Finals! Finals were coming up. So, you chose now to get studying. Even if it was super boring and kinda lonely.

• Unfortunately though...Miles didn't seem too hunky-dory about your scarceness. (You understand, of course. You are a amazing friend.) He would try to grab your hands at the end of classes before you could run off.

• Or tap his foot against yours when you PURPOSELY sat diagonally from him at lunch, just to get your attention. And just texts pretty much every day. This drives you insane with guilt and butterflies. You didn't enjoy avoiding that handsome chocolate bar, but you also weren't jazzed about hearing about another girl all the time. (Or seeing her in his sketchbook, darn it.)

• So in a way...you were moving on. In a harsh 'let's forget we ever knew each other' way. It's sucks, but... at the end of the day, you weren't sent to this school to fall in love. You came to learn computer animation. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. And darn it, you weren't gonna waste it! On god!

• (Darn Miles and the footsies! Sent electricity through you every time)

• "See you, Y/N."

• "Bye, you guys!"

• You said, as got out of a pink van. The passengers were your older sisters. One of 'em got you to spill about your recent predicament, and ended up taking you on a joyride. Y'know, to de-stress. It was fun to ride with all of them again. Heck, they even FED you!

• So now, sleepy and very full, you made your way to your room. Hopefully, your roommate was already asleep, you had webtoon to read. And you don't read it quietly!

• "Alright!"

• You whispered/shouted as you saw the sleeping figure on the top bunk. Out like a light! Thank goodness too. She would've lectured you for sneaking out again. You yawned and scanned your room for your pajamas.

• "Ahem."

• You froze. The "ahem" was pretty masculine. Who was in your room!? You swallowed and turned around slowly. It wasn't a murder, but it was worse. Right behind you was Miles, GLOWING in the dark. (His suit was) He looked pretty ticked. Hopefully...the bad mood was from a villain or something.

• "So, where have you been recently?"

• The sentence felt SUPER heavy. Like you were getting questioned by your parents. But, you didn't panic! There's a excuse reason for everything! You forced a laugh, hoping to give the illusion of chillness.

• "Me? I've been-"

• "Busy? Oh, I know."

• Sweet Jeremy, this was already going south. (How many times did you use that?) Your lungs worked double time, as you waited for him to say something else.

• "Wanna tell me the real reason why you've been dodging me?"

• No way. It'd be a blizzard in hell when you told him the truth.

• "Not today, partner." You said, in a surprisingly calm manner. "Probably not ever..."

• A heavy silence laid in the small room. Why did you say that!? Now was not the time to be funny. Reluctantly, you finally looked Miles in the eyes. Man's looked hurt and confused. God, you wish it didn't have to be this way. But at the end of the day-

• Thwip!

• ...A web was attached to your shirt? You were yanked forward and crashed into his chest.

• "Mile-?" You were cut off by finger on lips. He lifted you up and quietly wrapped your legs around his waist. And made his way to the window. Wait!? He wasn't gonna KILL you over this, right? Right!?

• (News flash, you lived.)

• On the roof of visions~

• The way up was nerve racking. Not only were you being carried up SIDEWAYS, but Miles was stone faced the whole time. In no time, you guys got up to the top. He set you down, but immediately gripped shoulders.

• "What the hell, Y/N."

• Oh boy, he's cussing now.

• "Like, seriously. What the hell." He repeated with more anger this time. You wanted to explain...but didn't. He groaned, sliding his hands down his face.

• "Oh my gosh!"

• "Is it the Spiderman thing!?"

• Wait, what?

• "The Spiderman thing?" You repeated. Where...was this conversation going?

• "Yeah,"

• He replied, in a somewhat calmer tone.

• "Does...me being Spiderman bother you now?"

• "Of course not." You loved that he was Brooklyn's hero. It was one of his many perks.

• "Then, what is it!?"

• Miles grabbed your shoulders once again.

• "Y/N...I think I'm gonna go insane if you keep avoiding me."

• Your heart nearly stopped beating. In fact it sped up. What the-?

• "What about Gwen!?"

• Miles's face changed. You clamped your hand over your mouth. Crap, you said that outloud!

• "What?"

• Welp, the cat's already out of the brown paper bag. "Yeah,"

• "What about Gwen?" You retorted. Slowly, the fear from earlier was melting into bitterness.

• "Gwen? Y/N, what does she even have to do with this?"

• You scoffed. "She has EVERYTHING to do with this!"

• You shoved your polished nail in front of his face.

• "I know YOU like her Miles!"

• This felt insane. You're actually saying these words outloud.

• "So what's the problem with me being gone, huh!?"

• "What do you!?"

• Don't say it, Y/N...

• "What do you..."

• Don't say it!

• "What do you still need me around for?"

• ...Another cat, free from the bag. Slowly, your nose began to burn and your vision blurred. Darn it. You really didn't wanna cry. But saying it outloud, opened your floodgates. This situation really blows.

• Your crush, on the other hand ,was silent. He was probably wasn't frowning anymore, but you didn't check. Seeing his handsome face would just make you feel even more embarrassed.

• "Y/N."

• Miles started. You sniffled loudly, but didn't look up. He fumbled with his hands, thinking of his next sentence carefully. He took a deep breath and grabbed your hands. Despite this, you still let your head hang down.

• "Guess I talked about Gwen a little too much, huh?"

• You grumbled which made him snicker. Darn his stupid cute laughs. He tilted his head.

• "Can I wipe your face now?"

• You shook your head. Being cute wasn't gonna work now. You wanted to be left alone. You heard a 'here we go' and grip on your hands lowered.

• (Miles squatted down. He was gonna see your pretty face.)

• "Y/N."

• "I'm sorry."

• You twitched but said nothing.

• "I didn't mean to act like our friendship didn't matter."

• "I just..."

• Can't stop thinking about her. Miss her so much. Regret not kissing her. What, Miles!? WHAT!?

• "Get the feeling I'll never her again."

• ...What?

• "Or...any of the friends I made."

• "I just...wanna keep the memories alive, I guess."

• You sniffed and looked down at him.

• "So...you were actually friend sick?"

• Your eyes were met his hazel ones. (Which were kinda sparkling because you're talking.) He nodded. You heaved a tired sigh. This cleared up a ton, but you had another question.

• "Miles."

• This was it. The moment of truth.

• "How do you feel about me then?"

• Why would you go insane? Was your real question.

• His eyes widened and looked down. What does that mean? He gripped your hands and you helped pull him up. Guy was beaming.

• "Okay, let's do this!"

• Let's do this-?

• !!!

• You were kissed. Still being kissed, actually! This...you can't describe it. Did you go to space? Is this a dream? Are you dead!? Your brain immediately switched back on when he pulled away.

• "Y/N,"

• Your nails dug into his hands.

• "I really like you."

• And just like that, you were back in space! You looked around quickly and spotted Miles's jacket. Swiftly, you grabbed it and screamed. Your face was smushed into it, but the scream was still pretty loud. After a few seconds, you raised your back up.

• "Sorry."

• You muttered, awkwardly returning his jacket. You fixed up your hair and tried to act chill.

• "So, um,"

• "For...how long?"

• He looked down. Now he's getting shy!? "Around when we first met."

• Butterflies burst into your chest. That long!? And to think you fell for him in last Christmas. He met you in March! Were they're signs or...?

• "I'm such an idiot."

• You muttered. No more confusion, no more misunderstandings.

• You yanked him forward.

• "Miles...let's date!"

• Alright! You said it. Unfortunately, your party (sorta) shut down when you were met with a confused look.

• "Wait?"

• "You like me too?"

• You really contemplated on saying "duh", but you didn't wanna spoil the sweet moment. So you took the cute route.

• "Well, I wouldn't of thrown a hissy fit, if I wasn't jealous."

• Miles's eyes gleamed. But in a mischievous way. ?...

• Holy-!

• You just revealed yourself!

• "So, that's why you bugged out."

• Nooo, you didn't wanna talk about this! It's embarrassing now! You grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the edge.

• "Can we go now? It's cold up here."

• He bent down for you, but did NOT drop the subject.

• "That's like... almost adorable. And mean."

• You groaned into his shoulder. Can he please drop it!? You'll apologize properly later. Really!

• "Y'know, I think jealousy is a cute look for you."

• The embarrassment levels are getting high...!

• "You get all quiet and grumpy-"

• "Miles!"

• "So, are you ready?"

• He whispered in your ear. You swatted him away. Geez...

• "I'm ready, I'm ready."

• "Okay,"

• He said. Slowly, he slid his hand down your arm and...

• Shot your web shooter.

• (It's Miles hand-me-down)

• That's right. You let this caramel macchiato convince you to swing with him again. But you weren't a passenger this time. No, you were actually DOING the swinging.

• "Remember, if you miss, you're still connected to me, Okay?"

• "You won't fall on my watch."

• (Your guy's waist are tied together with webs. Better safe than sorry, am I right?)

• You smiled and took a deep breath.

• Leap of faith, leap of faith, leap of faith...!

• Let's do this!

• "Wait, wait!"

• Miles randomly cut in, nearly making you fall. You looked back at him.

• "What, Miles?"

• He turned you around.

• "Your mask is still up."

• (Another thing of Miles that shrank)

• He placed a quick kiss on your lips and pulled it down.

• "Ready?"

• You nodded.

• "Ready, ready."

• You intertwined your fingers with his and you two jumped off. This might traumatize you or give you a even WORSE fear of heights but...you were with Miles. He'd find a way to make sure you'd feel a-okay.

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This was created way back in summer! Late summer. Either I forgot to post it or I started working on something else😅 Hope you enjoyed this gem and I'll see you later. Stay cool😎

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