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shelikesorchids-archive · 1 year ago

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CADENCE: Part One

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Audio Erotica Reader

Summary: Matt can't wait to get home to listen to your latest audio. He's a loyal subscriber, and you get him worked up like no one else does.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY. Mutual masturbation (sort of), pillow humping, dirty talk, some light sacrilege. You know, THE GOOD GOOD. Reminder that you are responsible for what you see once you click "Read More".

Author's Note: I would like to thank the Academy (@bellaxgiornata @loveroftoomanyfandoms and @souliebird) for enabling this. Edited, but not beta read, we die like Ray Nadeem (RIP). ENJOY!

Divider by @saradika

Matt was sitting at his desk going over a deposition when his phone buzzed with a new notification. He had been waiting for word on something specific, so he switched his headphones from his laptop to his phone to see what it was. As soon as he heard the source of the notification, he slammed his laptop shut and started packing up his things to leave. Foggy heard the commotion from his office and came to check on Matt to make sure everything was okay.

“Hey, buddy. You okay?”

“Yeah, Fog. Just feeling a headache coming on. The seasons are changing and you know how that messes with me,” Matt replied as he stuffed his laptop in his bag.

“You want me to walk with you?”

“No, it’s okay, Fog. I can make it just fine.”

“Alright, buddy. But text me when you get home. You know I worry about you and your headaches,” Foggy called out as Matt walked out the door.

“I know, Foggy. But I’ll be okay. See you tomorrow, buddy!”

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Matt walked home as quickly as he could, resisting the urge to break into a full on sprint. Once he made it to his building, he dashed up the stairs two at a time, and threw off his jacket as soon as he shut his door behind him. He furiously loosened his tie as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and used the voice command to open up the notification once again. This time when he opened it, he was met with the sound of your voice.

“Hey baby, I missed you. Did you miss me?”

Your smooth and sugary voice went straight to his cock, so he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, stepping out of them on his living room floor. He palmed over the bulge in his black boxers and pulled off his tie before going to work unbuttoning his shirt as your voice continued to play through his phone.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day. I even had to excuse myself from a meeting to go touch myself in the bathroom, but I wished it was your hand. You know just what to do to make me feel good.”

Matt was so caught up in your voice that it took him a moment to realize he was now half naked in his living room, right on display in front of the window. Truthfully, he didn’t care if the neighbors saw him, but he grabbed his phone and went into his bedroom. He placed his phone on the nightstand, shed his boxers, and climbed under his silk sheets.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out as he slowly stroked his cock while you continued to talk.

“Am I turning you on, baby? I can see you’re getting awfully worked up in those dress pants. I’m getting pretty wet, myself. You’re so fucking hot. You wanna watch while I rub my clit?”

“Yes, sweetheart. Make those pretty noises for me,” he replied as if you were in the room with him.

You let out a moan as you rubbed your clit, and Matt swore he could hear how wet you were. He started stroking his cock faster and you moaned louder.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come, baby.”

“Yes, come for me, sweetheart. Fucking scream for me.”

“But I wanna come with your cock inside me, so I’ll wait for you. I want you to feel me, and I want to feel you. Let’s come together, baby.”

Suddenly his hand wasn’t good enough anymore, so he sat up in the bed and stuffed one of his pillows between his thighs to straddle it. The cool silk of the pillowcase felt like heaven against his achingly hard cock that was dripping with precum and begging for release. He started counting the Hail Mary’s he was going to have to say later for this depraved act in his head, but in the moment, he couldn’t be bothered to care.

“You’re so big, baby. Do you think you’ll fit?”

“I’ll go slow, sweetheart, I promise. We can make it fit.”

Matt rolled his hips against the pillow at the same time you let out another moan, and he grabbed onto his headboard for leverage.

“You feel so good, filling me up so perfectly. Fuck me, baby”

“You feel good too. I’ll go slow at first. I want to feel you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me, I can handle it. Just fuck me, baby. Please.”

“How can I say no when you asked so nicely?” he purred.

He quickened his pace as you continued making soft sounds of pleasure. He should be ashamed of what he’s doing: fucking his pillow while listening to audio porn and responding back to you as if you could hear him. But, he didn’t care. Once he accidentally discovered erotic audios, he couldn’t get enough, and you were his favorite creator. Your voice was like a drug to him, and he was always jonesing for another hit. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to actually fuck you instead of his pillow, but he would have to settle for this for now.

“Oh, fuck I’m so close. I’m gonna come baby. Are you gonna come too?”

“Fuck. Yeah, sweetheart I’m gonna come.”

“Come inside me.”

You let out a guttural, almost feral moan, and Matt screamed in tandem with you. His thrusts became more erratic, sweat was beading on his forehead, and he was white knuckling the headboard. He was getting closer with every sound you made, and he wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

“Oh, OH F-FUCK.”

“Yes, sweetheart. Oh yes, oh FUCK.”

His chest heaved, his breathing was ragged, and his hips stuttered into the pillow as he came hard. He collapsed backward onto the mattress, a thin sheen of sweat covering his entire body. “Shit,” he breathed out as he ran one of his hands down his face.

“Did you like that? Be sure to subscribe for more, and don’t be shy about leaving me a comment! Until next time, audiophiles…”

After a few minutes, Matt sat up and reached for his phone to close the app. He knew that pillowcase was ruined, but that could wait. He stood up on shaky legs and made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. As much as he loved your voice, and how turned on he got by it, he longed to have you in his bed so he could hold you afterwards, and maybe even join him in the shower.

When he was done washing the post-coital sweat off his body, he dried off and put on a fresh pair of boxers and sweatpants, threw the defiled pillowcase in the trash, and sat down to leave you a comment on your latest audio that he got off to. He set his phone back on his nightstand, laid down in bed, and allowed his mind to wander about how you actually felt and how your skin smelled. Maybe one day he could find someone with a voice as gorgeous as yours.

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The “CLOSED” sign had long since been displayed in the door of the coffee shop, and you were finally done with your closing duties for the evening. Your boss said you were free to go, so you grabbed your bag and your jacket, said your goodbyes, and headed out to your shoebox of an apartment. You loved living in New York City, but it was expensive, and just being a barista didn’t pay the bills. No one knew about your “side hustle”, and you liked it that way. It was oddly empowering to you that you were a caffeine peddler by day, but you used your voice to get people off by night. It was perfect because you could have fun living out your own fantasies, but no one knew your face.

After scarfing down the take out you picked up on your way home, you sat down to check the notifications on your latest audio post. There were always lots of comments to sift through, but there was one username in particular that commented on every single audio you posted, and you always looked forward to their comments.

As you scrolled through the comments, you finally saw the one you were looking for: “rllygdlwyr commented: So hot as always, sweetheart. I ruined a silk pillowcase with this one. May have to start buying them in bulk if you keep this up.”

You laughed and bit your lip at the comment. Normally, subscribers calling you pet names would creep you out, but this one was loyal, and they pretty much paid for your take out habit with their subscription and their tips. As much as you hated to admit it, they kind of kept you going.

Once you were done checking your account and responding to comments, you took a shower, put on some slinky lingerie, and pulled out your favorite toys to make a new audio. According to their username, they were most likely a lawyer, so tonight you decided to try a little roleplay.

“I’m afraid I’m guilty, but is there anything I can do to lessen my sentence? I heard you’re a really good lawyer.”

#mandy writes #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil fanfiction

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clarisse0o · 3 months ago

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Camp Wiegman-Part 25

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe : Military School

Words: 5k

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Friday, December 18; 11:00 AM - School.

The bell rings, signaling the end of classes. I finally leave the classroom, leaving behind my last lessons of the year. They were certainly the longest I’ve ever endured since my last exam. I’ve never been so excited to get out of here. My things were already packed even before the final announcement. I run out without waiting for Alexia, who’s desperately calling after me in the hallway. I manage to avoid the rush and arrive in record time in front of Lucy’s office. I immediately scan the room for her, but she’s nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s Bronze?” I ask, out of breath.

“Hello to you too, Ona,” Engen greets me. “She had to go to administration. She shouldn’t be long.”

“Thanks!” I say as I turn to leave.

“Hey! No running in the halls!” Engen reprimands me.

Her warning doesn’t stop me from continuing my sprint toward the entrance hall. I smile when I see Lucy making her way through the students rushing to leave. I dash towards her, causing her to frown as soon as she sees me. Before she has the chance to scold me, I leap onto her.

“What are you doing, Ona?” she growls sternly.

She tries to shake me off, but I tighten my legs around her waist. I’m too happy to care about the attention we’re drawing.

“I did it, Bronze! I did it!” I shout excitedly.

“What are you talking about?” she grumbles. “Let go of me!”

“It’s thanks to you! I passed almost all my subjects!”

My words stop her in her tracks. She stops struggling and looks me straight in the eyes. Her expression changes dramatically, making me beam with joy. The wait to show her all my makeup test scores that my homeroom teacher gave me during my last class was unbearable. I release my grip on her now that I have her full attention.

“Even though this is good news, never do that again… in public,” she scolds me. “Am I clear?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I reply indifferently.

I rummage through my bag and pull out all my makeup test papers. I put the first one we worked on together at the top—the one with the math equations. My teacher handed it back to me along with the rest since I was sick when it was returned and he forgot to give it to me earlier.

“Here, look.”

She sighs in annoyance and snatches the papers from my hands. She squints as she examines them. Her features soften, and her tense jaw relaxes. She looks back and forth between me and the first paper several times.

“An eighteen!? When did you take this one?”

“It was the first one you helped me study for. The equations, remember?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I got the highest grade,” I say proudly.

She smiles as she flips through the rest. I smile too, noticing that she’s genuinely interested. My grades range between eight and sixteen. They’re nothing like the ones I used to get, which ranged between three and nine. Thanks to her, my averages are going up, maybe even doubling if my last assignments of the week turned out well. It’s a huge leap forward.

“See, I told you there was no reason to worry. You drove yourself crazy for nothing, and you drove me crazy in the process!”

The pressure I had been carrying is released in a nervous chuckle. She surprises me by pulling me into a hug, even though a few students are still passing through the hall. I won’t complain and just let myself enjoy it. All my efforts have finally paid off.

“I’m proud of you.”

I smile against her shoulder, savoring those simple words. It’s hard to remember the last time someone said that to me. The fact that it’s coming from Lucy warms my heart. The emotion and relief are so overwhelming that a few tears escape without me realizing it. I step back to avoid breaking down and quickly wipe my eyes to hide any evidence of recent tears. Unfortunately, it seems she noticed, as she gently wipes the dampness from under my eyes with her thumbs.

“It’s all thanks to you…”

“I didn’t do anything special,” she says with a sincere smile.

“Yes, you did. You helped me, supported me… You’ve been there from the start and never gave up on me.”

“That’s not what you said when you first arrived.”

A throat clearing interrupts our moment, startling us. Our intimate moment could have been witnessed by anyone, but we relax when we see it’s only Engen.

“You’re both so reckless! Doing that in front of everyone! Imagine if Wiegman had seen this scene!”

If Engen weren’t so angry, I’d probably be laughing. It’s the first time I’ve seen her so mad. She’s usually in a teasing mood. Lucy doesn’t seem fazed; in fact, she seems amused by the situation.

“The chances were slim since I just came out of his office. But thanks for being so concerned.”

“Yeah, whatever,” she grumbles.

“Anyway, here, go eat. They’re waiting for you.”

I nod as I put my papers back in my bag. I wish them a good lunch before heading to the cafeteria. As I expected, everyone is already at the table. No one seems bothered by my delay. I’m sure Ale explained why. She knew I wanted to show my grades to Lucy. Anyway, everyone is too preoccupied with their upcoming holiday plans to notice my absence. In a few hours, we’ll all finally be home.

“Did you manage to ask Mapi about New Year’s?” Ale asks me.

“Well, no, I didn’t get the chance. She wasn’t feeling well, so I didn’t have the opportunity. I’ll ask her during the week and let you know.”

“Okay, we’ll go with that. We’ll be in touch anyway, right? Unless you decide to go radio silent for two weeks…”

“That wasn’t my plan,” I reply with a small smile.

“Phew! Because I’d miss you! Well, except maybe your snoring.”

“I don’t snore!” I protest.

“That’s what you say,” she teases.

“It only happened when I was sick because my nose was blocked,” I defend myself. “It doesn’t count.”

“You snore even when you’re not sick. I swear! Where’s Bronze? She’ll confirm it!”

“She wouldn’t know that,” I mutter.

“She watched over you all week. Of course she knows.”

“Ridiculous,” I roll my eyes.

Alexia laughs while I’m clearly annoyed by her claim. There’s no way I snore. Mapi can’t stand snoring. She would’ve said something if I did.

“So, is it true?” Alessia asks.

“Of course not,” I insist. “My ex would’ve kicked me out of bed if it were.”

“Seriously, she would’ve done that?” Alexia giggles. “Oh my God, I really need to meet her!”

“Who are we talking about?” Alessia asks, looking quite curious.

Alexia glances at me, biting her lip. Her slightly too obvious comment didn’t go unnoticed. Surprisingly, I don’t mind. It’s not like most of the people around the table don’t already know about my orientation. Alexia had encouraged me to tell them a while ago, so I did. However, she’s the only one who knows about Mapi.

“Mapi” I say hesitantly.

« Mapi as Mapi your best friend ? » Alessia ask.

I rub my neck, feeling awkward. No matter how many people know, this topic is still uncomfortable for me.

“It’s complicated. The only thing you need to know is that I m lesbian and we used to date but we broke up a long time ago.”

“Sorry,” Alexia grimaces. “It slipped out. I know you don’t like to talk about that. »

“It’s okay,” I say, offering her a reassuring smile.

She seems relieved by my words. Alexia is someone who doesn’t always think before she speaks when she’s excited. I can’t really blame her for being herself.

“You know, there’s no need to feel ashamed,” Alessia tells me. “I know it’s hard to come to terms with it—I’m a lesbian myself—but you get there with time.”

“Everyone is who they are. We don’t accept the same things or have the same background” I say more coldly than I intended.

We maintain eye contact, neither of us backing down. Her reaction slightly irritates me. What does it have to do with her anyway? It’s not like we’re close or she knows me well. She looks away, clearly hurt by my response. The table falls silent. Patri finally breaks the tension with a throat-clearing.

“So, what’s the first thing you’re going to do when you get home?”

Her subtle change of subject successfully shifts the mood. Everyone starts talking about their plans, and the conversation picks up again, excluding me. I hope I made my stance on my orientation clear. The last thing I need is rumors. If that happens, I’m sure the gossip about Lucy and me will only intensify. That would be unfortunate, especially now that she’s just starting to open up to me. My attention is drawn back to the table when I hear them discussing New Year’s again. Thanks to Ale’s comment, everyone now understands that Mapi is my ex. This new information doesn’t seem to have changed their minds about inviting her. If anything, they’re even more eager to meet her now. After that, we finally head back to our rooms. Alexia hasn’t stopped apologizing on the way back. She clearly feels guilty.

“Seriously, I really regret letting that slip.”

“It’s fine, I promise.”

“Why aren’t you mad? I don’t know, say something. You’re worrying me even more!”

“What was said?”

We turn towards the door as Lucy walks in. She looks at us curiously, as if she just realized she interrupted an important conversation.

“That Mapi is my ex. The others didn’t know.”

“Oh. And is that a problem for you?”

“No, but Alexia doesn’t seem to get it. She thinks I’m going to explode at her any second.”

“Wait… What? Bronze knows!? Since when? Don’t tell me she knew before I did!”

“Oh, Ale.”

I roll my eyes in exasperation. This girl never ceases to amaze me with her sudden mood shifts. Lucy, watching this unfold, smiles in amusement, probably noticing my frustration.

“I hope for your sake I knew before her,” she says, barely containing her laughter. “I’d be really offended if I didn’t.”

Lucy exaggerates the gesture, placing her hand over her heart to accompany her words. I respond to her joke with a middle finger. Then, I continue gathering my last belongings into my bag. I barely have time to grab anything before I find myself unceremoniously sprawled on my bed. I try to get up, but she quickly pins me down, leaving me unable to move. I recognize Lucy by her long brown hair tickling the tip of my nose.

"I'm not your friend here, so do that again and you'll regret it," she whispers in my ear. "Did I make myself clear?"

I groan, struggling against her unpleasant hold. All I manage is to tighten her grip on my wrists and legs. Her body traps me completely.

"Did I make myself clear?" she repeats. "You don't get to disrespect me like that."

"I understand. Let me go now," I plead. "I won't do it again."

My plea works. She gets up, releasing me. I stay on the mattress for a moment, regaining my senses with my eyes closed. Damn bad memories. I eventually get up, putting my headphones and phone in my bag. I gather my courage when it's time to face them. I don't even have time to react before Alexia pulls me into a hug.

"You better make sure to come for New Year's."

"I'll keep you posted. Have a good holiday."

"You too, sweetheart."

She kisses my cheek, lingering. I kiss her back before grabbing my luggage and leaving with my supervisor. She's the one taking me to the airport today, so I can't really avoid her right now. I’ve been out of it since we started walking. I haven't even looked at her yet. It's her arm around my shoulders that brings me back to reality.

"Hey. Is everything okay?"

"Hmm."

"Don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying."

"Is it about earlier? You've been acting strange since then."

"No," I mumble.

"Ona," she scolds me.

"Okay, fine. Maybe," I admit.

"Sorry, I had to act. Being here, we're sort of teaching you to enter the working world. If it had been your boss, you would have been fired. I'm not your friend here."

"I know, it's fine. I won't do it again."

"Tell me what's bothering you. Did I cross a line? I know very well that you have a problem with physical contact."

"How—"

"I notice your behaviors," she cuts me off. "I observe you, you know. You hesitated for a long time before letting me help you shower the first time. And you only allow closeness to people you trust or feel close to."

So she's been observing me… She must have noticed it a long time ago. I sigh, shaking my head. She knows I care about her. The only people whose touch I allow here are Alexia and her. It's unsettling to know she knows. She ruffles my hair.

"Sorry. I can't help it," she says with a soft smile.

"It's no problem…," I murmur.

We arrive at her car in silence. She parked it in the same outdoor lot as last time. We load the car, then hit the road. The music breaks the silence that had formed. I hum along to relax the atmosphere, and certainly to relax myself as well. When we arrive at the airport, she takes the time to help me and accompany me to the boarding gate, just like last time. It feels like a new, very pleasant routine is forming.

"Take advantage of the holidays to rest and clear your head. You need it after these last few weeks."

"That was my plan."

"Try not to forget me, either."

"That's not likely," I chuckle.

The intercom, which I now know by heart, calls me to order. I bite my lip as I look at Lucy. I don’t know how to say goodbye. She answers my question by pulling me into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you," I whisper.

"Write to me if you need anything."

"Can I write to you even if I don’t?" I ask, making her laugh.

"Of course. I'll respond as long as you don't overdo it. Send me a message when you arrive."

She surprises me by kissing my forehead. I close my eyes to savor this little moment before reluctantly pulling away from her.

"Have a great holiday."

"Thanks, you too," she replies with a smirk.

I head to the boarding gate. I use the waiting time to pull out my headphones and phone. When I reach the turn, I look back one last time to see if Lucy is still there. Seeing that she is, I give her one final wave before continuing to board the plane. I find the flight attendant I’ve befriended on previous flights. I greet her with a smile before taking my seat. And so it begins—two hours of flight ahead.

Friday, December 18; 11:00 PM - Barcelona Airport

I'm woken up by the young flight attendant who seems to enjoy taking care of me. We chatted a bit during the flight. I learned that her name is Shay. She asked me what I do for a living to be making so many trips back and forth across the continent. I answered that it’s for my studies without elaborating further. She’s really nice. As I exit the plane, I wish her a happy holiday. It's now time to meet Hector and Mapi. I smile when I see them. Mapi jumps into my arms the second she can. I hug her as tightly as I can. I quickly notice that she hasn’t bothered to wear makeup. That’s a sign she’s really not doing well. It’s rare for her not to put make up on. I wrap my arm around her shoulders before moving towards Hector, whom I greet with a big smile.

On the way back, Mapi didn’t want to talk, so I just kept her in my arms. That seemed to suit her. I took advantage of the quiet to notify Alexia and Lucy of my arrival. When we arrive at the house, I relieve Hector of his duties, telling him not to bother with my suitcase. I’ll take care of it myself tomorrow when the time comes. For now, I just want to get to my room as quickly as possible with Mapi. When we get there, I'm surprised but pleased not to see Joan. I would have liked to see him, but at least this way I can take care of my best friend properly. She remains very quiet. She sits on my bed while I find us some t-shirts to use as pajamas in my closet. She changes in the room while I go to the bathroom. I should shower, but I’ve decided to do that in the morning when Mapi will probably still be asleep.

Once ready, I return to the room to find Mapi under the covers. I glance at my phone, where I notice messages, but I decide to ignore them. I’ll respond tomorrow. I lie down next to Mapi, who immediately snuggles into my arms. I gently hold her, stroking her hair. It’s been a long time since we’ve been this close in bed. Lately, Joan was sleeping between us. Lucy was right about my issues with physical contact. The only people I can sleep with since I came back are Joan and Mapi. I’ve never tried with anyone else, but I know I wouldn’t be able to. My thoughts are interrupted by pressure on my lips. In a moment of panic, I push Mapi away to end the kiss.

"S-sorry," she stammers.

"What was that?" I ask, not delicately.

I can’t control my tone, taken aback by the surprise. I calm down when I see tears at the corners of her eyes. She’s so distraught.

« Map—"

"I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to! I just needed comfort. I don’t know what came over me."

"Okay, hey, calm down. It’s not that serious..."

I relax and open my arms for her to come back to me. This time, I think it’s for real. She clings to my t-shirt, soaking it without restraint. I take a deep breath and kiss the top of her head.

"It’s okay, let it all out," I whisper.

I hold her a little tighter as she finally lets her sobs go. It was about time she broke down. I stroke her back to reassure her.

"You’ll find someone else, Maps..."

"You don’t understand! You’re the first person I got serious with. When you left, I knew it would be hard to get into a new relationship."

"Map—"

"No, let me finish," she interrupts. "I trusted her and opened my heart to her again! She knew all about our history without knowing who you were. If she had dumped me for a reason, I would have understood, but no. That bitch couldn’t find anything better to do than cheat on me with your damn ex! I don’t even know who I should be angry with! What did I do to that puta to ruin all my relationships?"

I tense up, realizing who she’s talking about without her needing to name her. An inexplicable rage wells up inside me. But I quickly calm down when I see Mapi’s tear-filled eyes staring into mine. I feel so small.

"I-I’m so sorry," I say.

"It’s not your fault," she shakes her head.

"No, really. I want to apologize for what I did to you. I left you for someone else. I chose the easy way out instead of fighting against my depression, fighting for us."

I knew she had a hard time dealing with our breakup. It’s the first time we’ve talked about it since we reconnected. Of course, I had already apologized for leaving, but I had never apologized for breaking up. Her eyes soften.

"Ona..." she whispers.

"I-I feel so guilty for hurting you so much," I continue, my voice breaking. "If I hadn’t been a coward, maybe we’d still be together now. You deserved and still deserve so much better. You have no right to feel bad about all this crap. If anyone deserves happiness, it’s you!"

She smiles softly before snuggling back into me. I rest my head against hers, feeling relieved to have gotten this off my chest. It’s something I should have done a long time ago.

"I never blamed you, Ona... You may have made bad choices, but I understood them all with time. All that mattered to me was getting you back as a friend because I missed you terribly."

"I missed you so much too, Mapi. There wasn’t a moment I didn’t think about you."

"The best thing I ever did was write to you on your birthday a year ago. If I’d known it would bring you back, I would have contacted you sooner," she giggles.

"I might not have reacted the same way if you’d done it earlier..."

"Doesn’t matter. What’s important is that you’re here now and that you’re trying to get better... By the way, reassure me," she says, sitting up. "You don’t want anything more than friendship between us, right?"

"You’re the one asking me that?" I chuckle. "I’m not the one who kissed you five minutes ago."

"Yeah, well, um... I’m sorry about that little lapse... I was just upset. I wasn’t thinking about more. I really appreciate the new relationship we’ve built. I feel like we’ve become inseparable."

I smile at her and nod. She’s right. We were already close, but it was different. We were younger and bolder. I already saw myself spending my life with her, traveling the world. We’ve grown up since then, matured even. Right now, I don’t feel quite like an adult yet, even though I should start becoming one at my age. However, if I’ve learned anything in recent years, it’s that I shouldn’t distance myself from people like Mapi. Our feelings for each other have evolved, but that doesn’t stop us from being close. She’s become indispensable to me. If something were to happen between us again, in my opinion, it should have been when I returned. But that would have been selfish of me, knowing that I was the one who left her. So I simply accepted the friendship she offered me. It wasn’t a negligible support given the situation I was in when I came back home. It was probably the best decision of my life. I believe that even more now, seeing where we are today. Inseparable, that’s the word. If there’s one thing I don’t want, it’s to lose her or hurt her again.

"We are," I murmur. "I don’t want our relationship to change."

She smiles at me before nestling her head into my neck. She lets out a contented sigh. Yeah, this situation couldn’t be better; we both know it. We won’t abandon each other again, no matter the circumstances.

- "No offense, but I never liked Ana," I admitted.

- "I knew that," she chuckled softly. "Why don’t you ever tell me these things?"

- "She was your girlfriend, and you seemed happy. As long as you’re happy, I don’t care who you’re with, and I’ll support you no matter what. But don’t be too upset that this relationship didn’t work out. I know it’s painful, but I’m sure you’ll find the right person when the time is right."

- "Hmm, not right now, at least. I’d rather take a step back."

- "I forbid you from going back to your one-night stands," I grumbled.

- "That wasn’t my intention. I think I really need to find myself, you know?"

- "Yeah…" I sighed.

A soothing silence settled between us. This conversation had been quite enriching. Mapi was finally relaxed. I could hear her gentle, steady breathing. Unfortunately, my curiosity risked breaking this moment of peace.

- "How did she meet Feli?" I asked gently.

- "I get the feeling she’s been coming to my parties more and more, like she’s looking for you."

- "Oh..."

- "I don’t even know who’s to blame between the two of them," she growled. "I think I hate them both. Anyway, enough talking," she said, sitting up. "You’ve got two weeks to distract me! How about we start by going to the amusement park tomorrow? I bought tickets. We’ll bring Joan; he’ll love it."

- "Why not, sure. I have a suggestion for you too. I was going to wait to ask, but now that you’ve brought it up, this might be the best way to get you out of here."

- "Well, I’m listening. What do you propose, Onita?"

- "My group of friends from school is celebrating New Year’s together in Manchester. They’re inviting us to join them... Alexia really wants to meet you, and I really want to go... Please, say yes!"

- "Alexia, huh? She’s the one who’s taken my place over there, admit it! Or no, wait. Even better, it’s Bronze!"

- "Don’t be ridiculous," I rolled my eyes. "No one can take your place, silly. Come on, it would be the best way to meet my new friends. I’m sure you’ll love them."

- "I don’t know…" she pretended to think. "I’m sure you’ll abandon me and leave me on my own all night."

- "Liar," I giggled. "We both know it’ll be you who abandons me as soon as you feel comfortable."

- "Yeah... You’re probably right."

She laughed heartily, making me smile. Maybe I’m not so bad at cheering people up after all. At least I managed to make her laugh.

- "You’re so silly. My answer was already yes as soon as you asked. We’ve got nothing left to do here anyway. And we’re not risking a night out if Feli is after you."

- "Yeah..."

- "Plus, I’ll finally get to meet your new friends. It’s an opportunity not to be missed, right?"

- "Uh-huh," I said with a smile.

- "Can I meet your supervisor too, since we’ll be in Manchester ? I’d like to see what she looks like."

- "How would we do that? I have no contact with her outside of school."

- "You’ve got her number."

- "So? She’s not my friend, she’s my supervisor. She wouldn’t want to."

- "Oh come on, there’s definitely more between you two, considering how she took care of you during your withdrawal and flu. She even gave you private tutoring sessions for your exams. We all know what ‘private tutoring’ means these days," she said, miming air quotes.

- "Good Lord, Maps," I protested. "That’s not it at all!"

She burst out laughing at my reaction. I didn’t find her implication very funny. If I’m getting comments like this here, what must the students at school be thinking? I’m starting to regret telling her everything.

- "Get that idea out of your head," I grimaced. "And don’t you dare say anything like that in front of others when we’re in Manchester."

- "Oh my God, that’s right... We’re actually going there."

This girl exasperates me. She never thinks things through. Sometimes I wonder how she managed to get to her third year in mechanical engineering. I’m not going to complain because it’s her carefree attitude that saved me. Without her crazy plans, I’d probably still be moping in bed every evening after coming home from rehab.

- "But, but, how are we going to do this? I don’t have the money to buy a ticket!"

- "Calm down," I chuckled. "I’ll pay for the trip. Consider it part of your Christmas gift."

- "I can’t accept that."

- "It wasn’t an option. I have a yearly pass, so I get tickets cheaper, and it’s my mom’s money anyway, so I’m not the one directly paying," I shrugged.

- "Alright... By the way, speaking of Christmas..."

- "Yeah?"

- "My parents left to visit family for two weeks. I was supposed to spend the holidays with Ana and her family... She wanted to officially introduce me."

- "Oh... Well, you can stay here. At least I won’t have to endure my fake family alone."

She giggled immediately. "You’ve never accepted them."

- "Whose fault is that?"

- "Let’s not talk about things that upset us. I don’t want us to argue right now."

- "A very good idea. I’ll tell Sam to set an extra plate for you."

- "Are you sure it won’t be a problem?"

- "Of course not. You already know everyone anyway. I don’t care if they complain. My mom won’t say no after our last conversation."

- "What conversation?" she frowned.

- "Nothing important. We argued when we talked about my withdrawal. I kind of hinted that she never trusted me."

- "You didn’t tell me about that..."

- "No, I only briefly mentioned it to Bronze. I didn’t really want to talk about it."

- "Hmm, Bronze, huh!"

- "Stop it," I groaned. "You win, it’s time to sleep."

- "I was joking," she chuckled.

- "Well, it’s not funny."

I turned over to turn off the light and lay down, ready to sleep. But Mapi didn’t seem to get the message as she climbed right over me to turn my lamp back on. I groaned to show my annoyance.

- "What now?" I grumbled.

- "It was a joke! I didn’t know you were so sensitive."

- "I’m not sensitive," I sighed. "I’m just already tired of the rumors at school. I don’t need you adding to them here. There’s nothing between us, OK? She just gives me everything that no one else ever has, that’s all. That’s the only reason she’s special to me. I’m not interested in her in the way you think."

- "Alright, sorry. I won’t tease you about it anymore."

- "Thanks."

I grumbled when she climbed over me again to turn off the light. She snuggled up against me, trying to find a comfortable position. I smiled at this.

- "Mapi. You know I don’t like sleeping on my back, right?"

She groaned in frustration, realizing I wasn’t planning to stay in this position just after she’d found hers.

- "Fine... But can I still sleep in your arms, or is that too much to ask?"

- "Of course you can."

I rolled onto my side and opened my arms. She nestled into them, making sure to tuck her head into my neck. It had been a long time since we’d slept so closely together. I have to admit, I missed it. We finally wished each other good night, and I drifted off with a small smile on my face.

#woso #lucy bronze #woso community #barca femeni #ona batlle #woso soccer #lionesses #sefutbol fem #ona batlle x lucy bronze #mapi leon #mapi león #alexia putellas #alessia russo

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breathe-101 · 2 months ago

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The long drive home!

Characters: Jacob Scipio and writer.

Dear diary,

 Hehehe, look at you and your nosy self.

There's some PG18 stuff I need to share.

As you were!

 Sooooo, I’ve been dating Jacob for about six months now.

It was my idea to keep it private of course.

Honestly, after loving him from a distance for so long, I just wanted to give it a chance.

You know better than anyone that he's my first boyfriend.

It's exciting but I can't really say I'm not scared.

Just a little. Okay, maybe a lot.

Oh my days what the fork am I saying!

 Anyway, having flown in this morning he insisted on picking me up after work.

I didn’t want him to cause man needed sleep.

The press tour was long and to expect anything from him now was just ridiculous.

We settled on spending the weekend together.

It’s been a hectic week and sleep was all I wanted really.

I don’t think coffee is the answer anymore, might just give myself heart failure at this rate.   Oooo and before we move on with the story, I actually said goodbye to my colleagues before leaving the office today.

Talk about progress.

Still don't really like them though.

Anyways, back to the story.

 Jacobs black Jaguar pulled up out front.

Sprinting to the car, my first thought was to get the fuck out of there before my colleagues

had something to write about in the group chat.

Forget the butterflies of excitement welling up in my tummy, those villians gossip like fish wives.

 Jumping in, there he was, you know.

After weeks of FaceTiming he was actually here.

‘Hi’ I whispered. It was all I could manage in that moment.

No judgement please!

 Jacobs hair had grown longer.

Dark curls bouncing effortlessly as he moved his head, looking at me then the road again.

I hadn't even realised we’d started moving.

He had one hand on the wheel and the other now resting comfortably on my thigh giving it a slight squeeze.

You know that grip.

The one that makes you all giddy. Ahhhhh!!!

 Okay, so. My eyes made their way down his face, his skin looked good.

Clear and somehow giving off a glow.

He didn’t have any makeup on having had the morning off.

I liked his bare face.

His almond eyes looked more defined against his now darker completion.

Guess the Florida sun agrees with him cause even his lashes looked longer. The car came to a sudden stop.

Red light.

Lips parting slowly, his face turned towards me and he finally whispered,

‘Hi'. You knowwww, the way guys do when they want you to lean in closer cause you can't hear what they're saying.

Hmmmmm, I see you Jacob!

 I watched him unable to speak.

I had so many things I wanted to tell him about

and so many questions to ask but, nothing.

I just happily stared at the amused expression on his face.

His scent filled my nose as he placed his hand on my cheek, outlining my brow then gliding down to rest on my neck.

‘I missed you' he whispered again.

Aaaahhhhh! (Hand on the chest level of excitement)

 I followed his inspecting eyes as they made their way up my body.

Starting with my stocking covered legs, then a glance at my full thighs.

Eyes stopping at my chest, Jacob slowly released a deep breath then quickly looked me in the eye.

I could feel him moving closer, fingers caressing the short hair on the back of my neck.

Beeeeeeep!

His gaze sharply turned back to the road as the honking snapped us out of the moment.

Seriously!

 It was a long drive to my apartment.

I'd just started a new job and hadn't found a closer place yet.

Note to self, get that sorted ASAP.

He'd packed a bag for the weekend and had several paper bags I didn't recognise.

I wanted to ask but exhaustion got the better of me.

We drove in silence.

Both of us reluctant to disturb the heavy tension in the air.

We'd said a few words about our weekend plans then continued an amusing dance of stealing glances at each other.  This was all new to me. I'd never really liked someone this much.

I just wanted to touch him.

Feel the weight of his legs wrapped around me and rest my head on his chiseled chest.

He'd been working out.

I could tell. Jacobs arms had grown bigger more defined.

The dark T-shirt hugged his bicep as he loosely held the wheel.

I could see the outline of his abs under the fitted shirt.

His waist looked smaller against his broad shoulders.

His legs had grown bigger, leaner.

Jacob was holding my hand now, squeezing it lightly, stroking my finger with his thumb.

Keep it together girl!

 We made a quick stop to get some snacks for the road then continued home.

The heavy atmosphere and smooth car ride made me drowsy.

I wanted to look at him longer but my eyes were fighting a losing battle.

I'd forgotten just how cute he was when he was happy.

Jacobs face broke into a mischievous smile, amused by the drowsy look on my face.

 'I thought you were excited to see me. How dare you fall asleep.' He chuckled,

admiring my blushing face unaware of the Pervy thoughts flying around in there.

I let out a lazy laugh, pulling his warm hand closer to my chest.

 Jacob moved his hand down to my legs, slowly caressing my inner thigh.

I looked up at him, eyes half closed.

The sky had grown dark, low lights hitting his face, outlining his now fuller beard.

He looked good, really good.

Jacobs hand slowly made its way further between my legs, strong fingers sliding their way against my tight stockings.

I shifted, slightly parting them in response.

Feeling a strong tug, they ripped making way for his fingers.

Hand lightly tracing the ladder paving its way down my inner thigh, his grip on the wheel tightened.

 The car stopped.

Red light.

Taking advantage of the short pause, he leaned over, his face right up against mine.

Moving even closer, breathing heavily, I anticipated the feel of his warm, full lips... but he stopped. Such a tease!

His warm breath now flowed into my slightly parted lips.

I was struggling to keep my eyes open but I craved him.

I craved the mouth I hadn't felt for three weeks.

I wanted to bite his plump lip, feel him wince against me then aggressively come back for more.

Invading my mouth, not knowing where his saliva started and mine ended.

Licking the blood off his lip wanting more of him on my tongue.

Girrrrl who are you!

Holding my gaze, he slowly lowered my car seat then turned to face the road.

‘Rest.' He demanded.

The car started moving again.

‘You fiend' I muttered under my breath.

 I could feel my body fully relax into the seat as sleep came over me.

But his hand started moving again this time moving closer .

Hhhmmmm This man will be the death of me, I swear.

I'd like to sleep now ,Sir. If you don't mind.'

He let out a deep chuckle, pinching my thigh in the process.

I jumped surprised by the sudden attack.

I smacked his hand and he chuckled again. 'Such a tease' I muttered accusingly.

 The hand crept even closer caressing back and forth,

reaching its goal then moving away again.

The frustration from exhaustion and this slow seduction had my body screaming.

Eyes closed I grabbed his hand and slowly guided it up to where we both wanted it.

Parting my legs further, I arched my back, moving my hips higher up the seat to give him a better view.

‘I’d like to drive if you don't mind' his deep voice tugging at my stomach.

I chuckled leaning my head back giving him a good view of my now exposed throat.

‘You can have your hand back if you need it. You seem to be doing just fine with one'.

‘Hmmm' he reluctantly moaned in agreement.

 The car stopped, another red light.

Sitting up, I moved closer to him.

Squeezing his hand tighter between my thighs.

I stared into his eyes, reflecting the GPS light. Moving his other hand off the wheel,

I placed it firmly around my throat, squeezing slightly.

We stared at each other desire hanging heavy in the small space.

Eyes barely open I parted my lips, releasing a slow breath, coated with the smell of Maltesers, his favourite.

My hot breath hit his lips then moved down to his throat.

I swallowed.

Making sure his hand felt every inch of the movement before moving it slowly down to my erect nipple.

Orange light.

Peeling his hand off my breast, I returned it to the wheel.

Moving away, I settled back into my seat, fully closing my eyes.

Green light.

‘You should drive Mr Scipio. Don't want to hold up traffic now do we?’

Running his fingers through his hair, eyes fixated on my charged body, Jacob slowly accelerated.

‘You f*cking tease' he breathed, pinching my thigh again as he turned to face the road.

PS: I’ll tell you the rest later xx

#armando aretas #jacob scipio #romance #jacob x reader #bad boys #armando #jscipioedit

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junpei-iori-ace-defective · 7 months ago

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Thoughts about Hades 2 as a tech test player

Everything is under a read more bc. 1. Long post. 2. Spoilers for Hades 2.

1. The game is fucking s m o o t h. Loads quicker and everything feels more stream lined.

2. It’s somewhat harder than Hades 1. Idk if it’s bc of not having a super buffed character but I am definitely finding it a little more challenging. Not a bad thing though!

3. Melinoë plays a little different from Zag which is to be expected! We now have a sprint, spells, and new weapons. Already loving how regular casts and specials don’t have a cast limit. Also love the twin blades. Fast weapon go brrrrrrr.

4. I’m definitely interested in seeing what they do with gathering, farming, ect. Great way to add more stuff to do in and after runs.

5. This ties into 4 but, I love how there’s a bunch of stuff to do in Crossroads! In Hades 1, I never spent too much time in the house. I was always dashing through to do another run when not stopping to talk to people. The Crossroads is definitely a nice cool down area for after runs!

6. THE ART. Man everyone looks so good!!!! I can tell some of the sprites are still being worked on but everything still looks so damn clean. I love how everyone has backgrounds in their portraits!

7. APOLLO, HEPHAESTUS, HESTIA, SELENE. All of them look and sound so cool. Really looking forward to seeing their full boon lists and how they play with different weapons ect.

8. I’m really happy to see some of the OG gods returning. All of them look so sick and every time I see a boon from the first game I go “YOOOOOO”. Also Artemis physically appearing is sick as hell.

9. Really excited to get to know the new crew better! They’re all really compelling already!

10. The areas seem to be shorter. Like, I’m going through less rooms to hit the boss room. Idk if it’s bc it’s a tech test or if it’s intentional.

Speculation and questions

1. WHAT DID CHRONOS DO. ARE THEY DEAD? WHERE ARE THEY? Istg if Zag is dead I am going to c r y.

2. WHERE IS THAN, MEG, ACHILLES, NYX, EVERYONE FROM THE FIRST GAME? WHERE ARE THEY?

3. Hecate said something about Hermes trying to find a way to get from the underworld to Olympus. There was also some stairs going blocked by a ward in the weapon/training room. I wonder if there’s gonna be more areas to go through. Like. Erebus, Elysium, Asphodel, Tartarus, House, then Olympus? Maybe Olympus is gonna have its own areas completely. This would make sense for why the areas are shorter. Really interested to see what they do.

4. If the game looks like this already in its tech test stage….. this might be my game of the year if it gets a full release this year. (I love you P3RE but holy shit Hades 2).

There’s a lot more I could talk about, but I am tired and this is a long post lmao.

#l.txt #hades 2 #hades 2 spoilers #hades #hades 2 technical test #idk how I even managed to get accepted into the tech test but I’m really glad I did!#its super fun!#long post

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firewolf111 · 3 months ago

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This time we're projecting onto Remus, so..

Tw: intrusive thoughts, heavy mentions of gore/self mutilation and murder/torture, some mild cussing, and hating oneself/thinking oneself is a bad person for intrusive thoughts.

So be warned.

Remus had gotten used to people hating him and his ideas. It was his normal. He had also gotten used to the usual mentions of "intrusive thoughts" as a joke. He had gotten used to ignoring them. But today has been a bad day and the week had been even worse, so he was on the edge and so close to snapping. Though maybe it was more than just a bad week that had him this way, maybe it was the years of repression and denial. The why doesn't matter, it never seemed like it did. Either way, he ends up here despite it starting like every other day.

Roman: *watching a movie* Now, that's not accurate. An alligator wouldn't be that fast on land.

Logan: Actually, alligators can run decently fast. Some say they can sprint up to 35 miles per hour, though only in brief bursts.

Roman: That's disturbing. Imagine just minding your own business and an alligator comes sprinting at you.

Virgil: Now that's an intrusive thought.

Remus: *without thinking* No, that's not.

And he really should keep his mouth shut, but he wasn't known for his filter. So his bad day and awful week bubble beneath his skin and make its way through his blood and into his lungs. He breathes it and coughs it out for all to see. Maybe it was a long time coming. He had grown tired of drowning in it.

Virgil: *looking over* What was that?

Remus: I said, no, it's not.

Virgil: What's not what?

Remus: That isn't an intrusive thought.

Virgil: *rolling his eyes* Okay, sorry, Mr. thought police.

And normally, Remus would make a joke. Usually, he was good at playing along. He was the big, scary Duke. But right now, he felt more scared than scary. He felt small. He was so tired.

Remus: That isn't an intrusive thought. I wish it was. I wish it was that simple. That easy.

Virgil: *catching on to the seriousness* Woah. You're right. I'm sorry for downplaying intrusive thoughts.

Remus: *growing frustrated* But it's not just you! It's all of you! It's everyone! It's all a joke to everyone. Because to you, I'm nothing but a poorly timed sex joke or a weird fact. But that isn't the half of it! That's what I let out. What little I can release without being thrown away like the garbage fire I am!

Everyone is looking at him now. Some horror, some concern. A weird mix of the two. He hates it. He craves it. He doesn't know.

Roman: Remus-

And it's that tone of voice. That tone he used when they were younger. When Remus would get hurt fighting monsters in the imagination or wake screaming from a nightmare. He hates it. He craves it. He still doesn't fucking know. And it burns and it boils and it builds and builds and he breaks.

Remus: Stop. *It's more a plea than a command, and he wants to take it back. To try again. To undo the entire conversation because it is too open for him*

Janus: *taking a step forward* Remus, listen-

He doesn't, because he is a fire that burns too bright. An explosion waiting to happen. He's a stomach full of gasoline, and he's been choking on matches for a while. He tries to swallow down the smoke, and instead, he lights the blaze.

Remus: No, you listen! Stop trying to silence me! You don't like the things I say? Try being in my brain! Try dealing with them constantly! The thoughts you hear are tame compared to what goes on up there!

And oh, he's crying. He wants to tear out his eyes. To stop the traitorous tears that run down his cheeks. Will they eventually erode his skin? Will the others realize how broken he is and leave? A thousand thoughts. Like always. He never gets a break.

Remus: *dejected* You don't get it.

Janus: Then tell us.

He debates screaming that that had never worked before, but he is tired. So he complies.

Remus: Do you know what it's like to see people talk about their intrusive thoughts? How much it burns when someone makes a joke about it or assumes it's the same as impulsiveness. For fuck's sake, it burns enough when someone explains their intrusive thoughts to be about throwing something at someone or pushing someone.

Remus: *running his hands harshly through his hair* And how fucked up is that? To be jealous of something like that? But I wish my thoughts were just shit like that. Those are tame for me. I feel relieved when my thoughts are those ones.

Remus: But I rarely see people talking about the extreme ones. Is it just me? Because most people don't talk about the vivid images of murdering your family in brutal ways. Of torture methods and having such intense thoughts of using them on someone or doing something worse. Or losing your appetite because all you can think about is how it would feel to throw up your organs into the trash or tear your intestines out of your gut. To stare at your wrist and want to tear out your tendons, fighting the urge to dig into it. I have to be careful when scratching my face near my eye so I don't mindlessly dig my fingernails in because I get the strong urge to just pluck them out!

Remus: And don't get me started on the detailed thoughts that don't just stop on one image. The ones that are so detailed and thought out that it forms a plan in your head. A plan so carefully crafted, you can't help but wonder if you actually want to do it. *he's yanking at his hair now, unsure when he started* I don't. I swear I don't. But I have an entire plan in my head that plays out and I can't stop it. What if I do want to do it? Maybe I am a bad person.

Everyone looks horrified. He's done it. Now they'll kick him out for good because they know the monster he truly is. And yet, when he speaks the final sentence, something shifts. Roman and Janus snap out of it and step forward, already speaking reassurances.

Janus: You can't control your thoughts. They don't make you a bad person.

Roman: Re-no. That's not true

But he isn't listening. He's sinking out with a muttered "I'm a monster." Janus and Roman shout after him. Maybe Virgil does too. Maybe Patton and Logan call out, or maybe they don't. It doesn't matter.

The question isn't who comes find him, or how long or where. The question isn't what they say to him.

The question is: Will he finally find relief?

Because when the enemy is your own mind, that's a hard thing to do.

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mlm-writer · 10 months ago

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Chocolate Milk (GN!Reader)

Pairing: Spock (AOS) x Gender Neutral Ensign Reader (platonic) Rating: General Audience Words: 1320 POV: Second Summary: Your childhood trauma left you near-emotionless. While most find it unsettling, there are some crew members appreciating you just the way you are. Note: Trauma not described, reader's physical traits also not described. I want to say ft. my OC, but he is deadass more present than Spock in this so ft. Spock I guess. Tags: mentioned trauma, platonic/professional appreciation, Ensign Michael Gabe the empath, alcohol mentions but no consumption, red alert and Kirk & Bones have a cameo

One moment the white hallways were too bright for the early hour and the next they were bathed in crimson. ‘Red Alert again?’ You wondered as you broke into a sprint. Red Alert happened at least once a month with captain Kirk looking for trouble left and right, but as far as times of crisis went, you had experienced far more distressing situations in your youth. At least, they felt more distressing as a child still figuring out who you are and why you were put into a world that was described as a utopia and yet so so full of suffering.

You arrived at your station not a moment too soon. You were gasping for air, just like your colleagues at the stations adjacent to you. Michael’s fingers trembled with every jolt of the ship. “Ensign Gabe, we need a read on their defences. Any weak spot would be appreciated,” the captain urged the man next to you. His blond hair started sticking to his forehead as he calibrated the scanners to adjust for the shields. You focused on your own task, but from the corners of your vision, you could see Michael making mistakes that were uncharacteristic to his intelligence.

You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Michael, deep breaths. You got this.” You spoke softly to him, trying to make sure he was the only one hearing your reassurance. You felt him inhale deeply, holding the air for a few seconds and then releasing it evenly. You were aware the empath could feel everyone's distress. With the physical contact you hoped your calmness stood out in the ocean of unease. The blond muttered a brief expression of gratitude. You occasionally touched his shoulder again, trying to focus his gifts on you so he could stay level-headed. Sure, you could die today, but you knew your task like the back of your hand and you knew Michael did as well, in spite of his nerves giving the wrong idea and his abilities nearly crippling him.

Things looked dire for a second, but hardly an hour later, you were at warp 4 en route to a space station for repairs. You stayed at your station monitoring repairs to the systems, while Michael left to get a ‘stiff drink’ as he called it. He could probably use it. You noticed how even lieutenant Chua seemed tense as he checked upon the injured on the bridge, calling over the CMO when he thought they might need a trip to sick bay. You watched how he carried the yeoman with a possible broken leg out to the turbolifts. “Ensign?” You realised you had been daydreaming a little. You whipped your head around, worried the SIC was about to scold you.

“Yes, commander?” Spock was the ever-intimidating presence on the bridge. Very little scared you, but the idea of disappointing your superiors and commander Spock particularly “All repairs are going as expected. We will make it to Sindku station in three hours at our current velocity.” You added your status report after a short pause, hoping that was what commander Spock wanted to hear.

He did not seem pleased with the answer. Some people would argue there was not a single expression to read on that half-Vulcan face, but you would disagree. You knew the subtle changes too well, have seen them in the mirror plenty of times to recognise them on another. You watched his thought progress, then breathed out a small sigh of relief when Spock seemed to have calculated his next words. “I am aware you have been called to duty during your leisure time. I will assign an on-duty officer to relieve you shortly.” You gave him a curt nod of comprehension. He then left.

And just as foretold, on-duty officers arrived to relieve the bridge staff that had their leisure time interrupted by the red alert. You decided to check on Michael. He was in the lounge, as expected. You had expected him to be drinking alcohol, but spotted him with a big glass of chocolate milk. “Is that your stiff drink?” You greeted him with those words when you stood next to him.

Michael looked up at you, a friendly smile plastered on his face. “What can I say? I prefer calories over alcohol.” He raised his half-empty glass as if he was toasting. “By the way, thanks for getting me through that red alert today. I…” he let out a breathy chuckle, “I really don’t get how you can always keep your cool, but I’m really glad to have someone like you around when all I am feeling from everyone else is the looming dread of death.” You gave him a nod and patted him on the back.

What you wanted to say was ‘you’re welcome, it’s the trauma’, but those jokes have not been funny since the early 21st century, so you opted for a more modern response. “We all have our virtues.” Michael raised his glass again, as if saying ‘I’ll drink to that’. You decided to join him with a chocolate milk of your own. Michael always knew how to get the small talk going. He started off with the latest gossip, then asked your opinion on a personal or a ship matter and after some time, you always ended up talking mathematics. You seemed like total opposites at the bar, one person emoting like a cartoon character, the other virtually a statue. If Michael was not an empath, he would probably assume you never felt a thing in your life, just like everyone else.

The doors behind you slid open and you noticed the surprise on Michael’s face. He tried to hide it, but was doing a piss poor job at it. You turned to see what got him worked up, only to see commander Spock waltz in. The man was only here when he wished to speak to someone privately and he was heading straight for your chocolate milk hang out. Michael whispered he was worried Spock noticed his small panic today, but then you were the one requested to follow him to a less populated corner of the lounge.

You had no idea what you did, but you left your chocolate milk at the bar and joined Spock near the windows. “I meant to say this on the bridge, but it seemed inappropriate with the company present,” Spock started. You hummed, eyes locked together like you were having a stare-down. “I would like to commemorate you for your attitude during crisis response, both on the bridge as we have seen today and in the field as we have seen last week on Unico IV. I will put in a request to have you promoted to lieutenant junior grade. Should you remain equally level headed with more responsibilities thrust upon you, I believe you will, in time, make an excellent captain.”

You were quiet for a moment, trying to take in the unexpected compliments. “Thank you, sir.” It was all you could really say. Spock responded with a polite nod and then made his leave. You blinked as you stood there momentarily. When you were ready, you returned to Michael at the bar. He was chatting up one of the red shirts again, the ever sucker for muscular men. When he saw you though, he slipped off his seat, taking the two glasses with him.

“What did he say?” Michael asked as soon as he was in front of you, handing you your leftover chocolate milk. You paraphrased Spock’s words, leaving Michael gasping and squealing. “That is so amazing! Slay mama!” He somehow managed to make air come out of your nose at a high velocity. You tapped your glasses together. He seemed happier than you, but you let him celebrate for you. Captain? You? You could hardly imagine it right now. Meanwhile Michael was already planning on being your SIC.

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sunny-mercya · 5 months ago

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Sandcastles

James Maguire x Male Reader

Fandom -> Derry Girls

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James didn't thought much about it, when Michelle—his one and only beloved Cousine from Northern Irlands Derry—said to him, that he wouldn't be the only lad in their school and Squad.

James thought, it could be much worse—like being in all Boys school, where they probably gonna torment him, like a football, because of his english upbringing—than being in Michelle's girls squad—or actually, that's what his Aunt said, because James thought he could handle himself just fine in a all boy school—but Aunts, like mothers, like to worry over their children.

When stepping out of the bus and onto the grounds of Our Lady Immaculate College—a mouthful of a name—James did his best to look like a toughen up boy, acting chilling cool, like the lads from the 60's—because they had some style, but with his school uniform it doesn't really brought out what he intended to look like—still, James hold his chin high.

The girls just all giggled at him, pointing their fingers—and James felt silly now, just a little, but he doesn't stop in his act.

»Ya really look stupid, ya know that asshat? Stop with yer acting of being some lad. Yer an embarrassment for me.« Michelle scolds, slapping him good on the arm and a scornful expression adorns her makeup'd face.

James wouldn't tell a soul—because Michelle would kill him—but Michelle without makeup looks like a different person.

»Well, I'm the only boy here, in a herd full of girls, what am I supposed to do then?«

»No yer ain't. I told ya, yer won't be the only lad. I told ya about [Name], didn't I? So, would ya stop with yer nonsense fucking whining.«

»I thought you meant that as a sort of joke, with that [Name] person....«

James flinched when Michelle turned to him in a flash—anger radiating off her like a heater and her grimace of a expression, was unsettling.

Erin and Clare stared at him, brows raised and looking rather offended—and Orla? Orla stepped a good foot away from him, as if he just had said something unpleasant.

»I'm sorry?« James didn't know why he apologised, but he felt as he should—only because he doesn't want to be Michelle's punching bag for the rest of the day.

»Yer better be asshat! Don't dare say such mean things about [Name] again! He's a precious friend and we ain't gonna hesitate to punch anyone who talks shit about him. This includes you as well.« Erin ranted, Orla just nodding along with her candy.

James rolled his eyes, shaking his head slightly—great, he thought.

»POP-TARTS! MY FAVOURITE GIRLS! HELLO!«

The girls turned away from James, Michelle squatting down like a sports player—ready to catch whomever just shouted this.

James looked over Orla's shoulder, seeing a boy—this must be this [Name] lad, Michelle was talking about, James concluded—sprinting over to them and right into Michelle's arms, who she hugged tightly and spins him around like a rag-doll.

Once Michelle had sat [Name] down—squishing his cheeks in a greeting, before releasing him completely from her clutches—he turned to James.

[Name] had been all excited this whole morning, to finally meet Michelle Cousin and now, when the time has come—[Name] couldn't help himself but to grin brighter than ever and pulling the other boy into a welcoming hug.

»Welcome to Derry and Our Lady'a College! It'a nice to finally meet ya James!«

And James thought, this [Name] lad was rather weird—and God forbid, the girls hear his offending thoughts.

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It's summer now—temperatures have risen, weather mostly pleasant, suns brighter and longer out—the long holidays had started and James didn't believed he would survive a whole year in Derry—but he did and he's ready to, excited even, for his next upcoming years in Derry.

What James also didn't believed—and thinking back to this year schools beginning, it truly seemed unlikely to happen—that [Name] and him would befriend one another, but they did.

Although, if James being honest—but he never would dare to tell either the girls and especially not [Name]—he was a bit reluctant to even talk with [Name] at all, after all his way of speaking and how he is—his little habits and other personality traits aspects—were just a tiny bit off putting for James.

»I'mma ella looking forward to our small summer trip! Dad brought me'a this'a ella cool sand scooping and bucket set. James, Orla we're gonna build some Sandcastles, don'tcha we?« [Name] rambles in excitement, finishing of Michelles hairstyling—which were just two buns and some hairclips, Michelle could've done this with ease, but always letting [Name] doing it, because she knows how much her friend loves to do it—and plopping down next to James on the bed.

Normally they would've meet up at Erin's house, but Mary was doing some grand cleaning and shooed them away instantly once she saw them—so now, they're all at [Name]'s, scooped up in his room, which James had been in many times.

Orla agrees in a heartbeat to [Name]'s sandcastle idea, starting to ramble excitingly about decorations and when Michelle looks at James expectantly, he just shrugs his shoulders.

»It's alright to do, I suppose.« he says, letting [Name] do what he was about to do—putting some real girly, all coloured in pink and purple and blue with stars and other ornaments on it, hairclips into his curly hair.

»Ya don't wanna build with us Sandcastles? But Dad even brought a second scooper, in green, becausa I'mma told him to do, becausa yer like green and I'mma ella wanna build little tiny castle of sandy sand with ya and like—«

»Yes! Yes I love to build Sandcastles with you and Orla! I promise you [Nickname] I really do and I even will bring some tiny flags, okay? Yeah, alright.« James cuts his friend off, arm going around his shoulder and pulling [Name] in for a hug—the (hair.c) laid his head down onto James shoulder, hands reaching for James and playing with his fingers.

James had once asked, during dinner, his Aunt—she's a nurse, she probably knows better than Michelle or Erin, who would punch him blue and purple if he dared to utter his questions, especially such sensitive personal ones, about [Name]—if there might be something, medical wise, wrong with [Name]—because his friend had a weird way of speaking and overall just not really being “normal”.

Michelle was close that night to scream more than just profanities at James, but her mother hold her off and explained calmly to James—that yes, mental wise, there is something wrong with [Name].

And when James asked for an elaboration—he wanted to know, otherwise how he should know how to help [Name] in whatever dry situation may occur, if he doesn't know what's wrong—his Aunt, thankfully, had given him the short story—and reprimanded Michelle not to get always so protective angry over [Name], when someones being curious about him.

It took a bit of time to figure out [Name]'s speech pattern and what he was trying to say at all, but James manages quite good—and could proudly disclaims himself as [Name]'s Translator.

»You do James? You really do?« Michelle crossed her arms, questionable raising her eyebrows at James—not believing him in the slightest, because her dear english cousin did actually once forget a promise to [Name] and boy of the lord, was her friend heartbroken about it.

»Yes, Michelle. I do. Here by I, James, declare my promise to [Name] and Orla, that I will bring tiny flags and build a great sandcastle.«

»My knightly knight James!« [Name] moved, albeit a bit harshly, away from James hold—giving a big smooch on the cheek—before jumping from his bed and taking Orla by hand and shouting down the stairs to his dad if the cake is ready for devouring.

James lips quirked into a smile, he really wouldn't mind another kiss from his prince.

#derry girls #welcome to derry #james maguire #x male reader #male reader #xmalereader #James maguire x male reader #james x male reader #fanfiction #netflix derry girls

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conostra · 7 months ago

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My thoughts on Gojo vs Sukuna

Spoilers for the Jujutsu Kaisen manga. I’ll be discussing things that happen after the anime’s ending in the Shibuya arc, so be warned.

I was there at ground zero for Chapter 236’s release. I was scrolling Twitter as it all went down. I saw every flame war, every cope, every Gojo fanboy meltdown, every Gojo Pack Smoking gif, and found it all hysterical.

But after watching all of JJK season 2, I decided to read the manga for myself. And I have to say, I absolutely love the ending of the fight. I loved every part of the fight, and although I am quite sad to see Gojo die, I loved the way it was done.

See, as they were fighting, Gojo and Sukuna had inverse goals. Sukuna’s primary goal was to stall the fight through Mahoraga and attempt to, as he put it “create a model with which to violate Satoru Gojo’s inviolability.” Gojo, on the other hand, was attempting to rush Mahoraga in order to deal with Sukuna, who would not be able to best him in an iso so long as Gojo won or tied the Domain Clash, which he actually ended up doing.

Sukuna refers to Gojo’s Infinity as his inviolability, and as explained both in-universe and by Gege Akutami himself, Infinity is the neutral usage of the Limitless technique, allowing Satoru Gojo to essentially halt any thing that has properties of mass, speed, or energy. This is done by forcing the target to effectively cross the infinite divisions of space between itself and Gojo, directly compared to the Achilles and the Tortoise paradox.

Achilles and the Tortoise is a paradox proposed by Zeno, an ancient Greek philosopher. Suppose that a tortoise is placed ten meters in front of the hero Achilles, and Achilles is told to sprint towards the tortoise. The paradox proposes that Achilles, despite running faster than the tortoise, can never actually reach the tortoise, since so long as they both continue motion, by the time Achilles reaches the point in space the turtle had occupied, it will have already moved into another point in space. If Achilles reaches the ten meter mark, the tortoise will have moved a meter. When Achilles moves the meter, the tortoise will have moved 10 centimeters, and so on.

Through these mechanics, and with the power of cursed energy, Satoru Gojo takes the figurative place of the tortoise, and anything incoming takes the place of Achilles.

What I truly enjoy about the fight, however, is that Sukuna proves himself the superior Jujutsu Sorcerer by disproving the paradox, similarly to how modern mathematicians do now: they cut to the chase.

The issue with Zeno’s paradox is that although the subdivisions of each measurement are infinite, the measurements themselves are finite. There is a definitive endpoint. Eventually, so long as the series of infinities they are crossing is convergent (ending at a single point), it will inevitably cease. Despite there being an infinite series of fractions between me and the end of a space 1 meter away from me, there is a defined minimum for the defined distance I can traverse over a defined time, and eventually, that distance will overtake that endpoint so long as the movement continues. Gojo is the equivalent of that endpoint. This is important to remember when looking at how and why Sukuna defeated Gojo.

Mahoraga was obliterated by a Hollow Purple shortly before Gojo’s death. And yet, Mahoraga had found the time to adapt to Gojo’s infinity, at first by “transmuting its own cursed energy.” Sukuna admits this was not something he was able to do, and so he had to wait as Mahoraga continued to adapt.

Mahoraga’s final full adaptations were exactly what Sukuna needed. It was the method through which to bypass Infinity, because Sukuna’s slash would not traverse through any of the points in which Satoru Gojo could halt it. It simply was at all the points along its route at the same time, not targeting Gojo, not triggering Infinity, but simply cleaving through the very space in which Gojo was existing at, and beyond him. The target was the very world itself, existence, all the space behind Gojo, every space Infinity's manipulation occurred in, all at once. And Gojo simply happened to occupy the space the cleave occurred in. As Sukuna himself says, It was different from what he normally does, sending the cleaves flying at others. It’s like the difference between throwing a knife at someone, and materializing the knife into their chest.

I kinda understand why people may be a bit upset- after all, no matter what, this is an anime about the fights. The battle is the point, and chapter 236 is definitely understated in that regard. But I think this was a very cool, very interesting way to handle the kind of powerset that both of these sorcerers possess, and the amount of thought that goes into (some of) the very interesting mechanics that make up JJK’s power system. But I’ve always been a big physics and philosophy dork, so this kinda hits right in my ballpark.

And with that, personally, I enjoyed Chapter 236. I thought it was very emotionally compelling! Gojo, even in death, is the only man who could truly relate to Sukuna, and is his near-equal in Jujutsu as well as, let’s be honest, battle-lust, although mayhaps he is not so bloodthirsty as to consume the flesh of his enemies as well. But people called it just Gojo dickriding Sukuna, and although I can kind of see it, he’s… not exactly wrong with what he says. Sukuna literally couldn’t go all out. There was no point in wasting the cursed energy on useless attacks or revealing his techniques, like the fire he used to kill Mahoraga and Jogo in Shibuya. It would have simply given up some of the aces up his sleeve with no real benefit to him since their boosted strength would not let them bypass Infinity, so why not save that energy for RCT to continue to stall? Limitless put a massive dampener on Sukuna’s ability to really fight Gojo, so it turned into him trying to use his wisdom and experience in the field of Jujutsu to out-strategize him.

Also, realistically, he wouldn’t have been able to defeat Gojo with any vessel except Megumi, because of ten shadows. The only way he could have really gone all-out with Satoru Gojo was in his Heian Era form, where the extra hands and mouth could have radically changed the way the Domain Clashes went because of his ability to chant and throw out extra hand signs with no downside, and it could have potentially evened out the physical fighting between them- after all, Gojo definitely had the consistent upper hand in close-quarters combat. But later on, in one of the most recent chapters, physically dominates Maki, the undoubtedly best physical fighter the heroes had after Gojo’s death, chaining into a Black Flash. And even still, he was reacting to Gojo's attacks, deftly dodging, blocking, and even grabbing Gojo on several different occassions. If he had multiple limbs with which to fight, or even just defend himself, who knows if Gojo could really have put the beats on him the way he did? Does he still get to chain those black flashes and re-amp his RCT? Does he even get that far?

Throughout the fight, even to the end, the two are trash-talking, joking back and forth, and it is made clear that they regard each other with a level of respect- a level of respect that, for Sukuna, is saved only for those who he can truly regard as incredible sorcerers. And upon Gojo's death, he still laments, not his death, mostly not that he lost, but that he could not quite get through to Sukuna. The point is hammered throughout the fight- there was an ideological conflict superimposed over their physical one. Sukuna, who utilized his strength to dominate, to do everything he wished, to murder and slaughter and eat his way through all the entertainment that is around at a given time, and then move on. Gojo, on the other hand, knows just as well how lonely it is to be at the top. And what did he do? He built an army of comrades, and ushered in the next generation. If he could not look for an equal in strength, he could look for allies, friends, those who followed in his beliefs, those he could help to become as strong as him, or, as he puts it, “strong enough to keep up.” He holds no false hope about his predicament. But he had an inkling of hope that he, perhaps, would be able to show Sukuna not the error of his ways, but that there was a better, maybe even more enjoyable path for him to take, one with more passion and elation and self-reward.

And with that, what does Gojo see when he dies? His friends, those he considered his family. He is in the part of his memory, his life, before everything fell apart. Before the man he loved the most killed a part of him, before all the issues in Shibuya, everything. And he is happy. He is content. And what is Sukuna left with? The fleeting taste of happiness left in his mouths by his victory over the greatest sorcerer of the modern era, and an army to face down, all bearing his same ideals, including the one he hates the most, because he has made him feel, and think about his actions, more than even the late, great, Satoru Gojo- Yuji Itadori.

But, because this is Battle Shonen, everyone is mad that they didn’t get to see the world-splitting slash, or something.

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #sukuna ryomen #satoru gojo #ryomen sukuna #paradox #I hate shonen fans. I'd say imagine if they learned how to critically engage with a text beyond just VS Wiki tier listing but #then I'd be yelling at 12 year olds and basement dwellers. LOL

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fanaticsnail · 5 hours ago

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Hello Snail! I adore your Writing so much and inhope you Take time to refill your cup 🥺 and i am very Happy that you have opened comissions, you deserve that your writing is amazing, don't get me wrong. 🙏🏻

I am a little confused about your requests tho. Because sometimes someone just asks you with vague Idea or a scenario and you write a full fic about it...does that count as a requests too? Or when someone asks for another character for a series Like "dreaming of you" for example. Can we No longer do that? Would that be disrespectful now?

And what about the requests you have accumulated at this point, like the "Kissing booth" series for exammple? Will that nonlonger be continued? 🥺

I Just wanna know how to interact with you from now on in regards to these Things

Hi Anon! Thank you for your beautiful ask, and I appreciate you so much for wanting further clarification on my commissions. I found as I was writing my response, that I waffled and went on for far too long in phrasing all of it.

To make a long story short, absolutely go on as we always have together here:

When my requests are open, send me requests of scenarios you'd love to see come to light.

When I'm completing a broad series, absolutely send in your preferences on which way you'd love to see me leading it.

That's how it's always been, and as it always should be here. I have a very deep love for this community, and I adore the interaction we all have together. Nothing has changed in that regard.

For commissions: it's specifically for that person, not for here unless they would like it displayed on my blog. Attached via email, docs, or discord: my words curated for the person purchasing it - and only them.

Again, nothing has changed. Content will be produced as it has been, and will continue to do so for free, as it always was. I don't see myself stopping any time soon with my words, and I hope you stay along for the ride.

There is more I feel I have to say, and it's listed below the cut just in case. Again, I love you all here, and nothing has changed.

Firstly: allow me to specify, and thank you so much for your ask, my absolute darling. My answer is lengthy, but please bear with me.

Requests are currently closed: I have a few in my arsenal that I am still plowing through at the pace that I can when the words come to me. The Kissing Booth is closed, and there are a few in my inbox that I am going to complete when the scene arrives in my mind. I also have chaptered series that I'll be running alongside these, and I can't wait to release them.

If there's a series that you would like to see for a character that I've not yet written for (pollen, dreaming of you, dance series, Hey Doc scenario) always, always submit an idea. I love hearing your thoughts and letting the words take me on a ride with them. I write for me, and those interactions mean the absolute world to me.

I had my requests open for a while to allow my creativity to fly, and promptly close them after receiving a fair few prompts. Again, the kissing booth is closed, and I have so many beautiful characters I can't wait to write kisses for (Tashigi, Nami, Robin my beloveds). There was an issue with my asks glitching for a while, but I have managed to save all those I received in a doc to not lose them this time around.

I feel like I should clarify a little bit regarding commissions, and I really should've added it to the sheet when I made it. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to talk more about this, I really appreciate it.

With limited slots available at a time, commissions will be happening. What that means is I will do my best to meet the criteria of a specific scenario: original character x Canon, or canon x reader or otherwise - exclusively for the person that requests it within the parameters specified.

It's more personalised and more controlled by the person requesting, rather than giving me an idea and watching me sprint beyond the horizon. It's also more intimate: gifted directly to the person asking for a slot, as opposed to sharing to those within this beautiful community that I love so much here. It will be unpublished here or AO3, unless the person commissioning would like to see it showcased on my blog.

Again, I will also be writing for the community here with the content that I always have been. There are so many unfinished works that I would love to wrap up with a big bow before the year has finished.

I'll add again: I will still be making content for free here with my own thoughts and completing prior requests, and I have no intention of stopping any time soon.

To sum up:

If you like my writing, and would like to see specifically curated material personally for you and your own use, I have a few slots available to deliver that material for those who request it. If you've read my material and want to see what it would look like with a specific character, an original character, or 'x reader' in your Gmail, docs, or Discord, this is an opportunity to see it come to fruition.

The words I produce for my commissions are for the person purchasing it, and if they'd like me to share it here, I would absolutely do so.

Again: I will still be writing my usual content here alongside commissions.

To use a specific example of my own preference:

I love Heat (Kid Pirate) as a character, and would love to see more Heat content put out there.

If I've found a person who writes for Heat, and I love the way they write him in all the fics they've described him in, and I would love to see them write for a specific reader exclusively for me (afab, amab, original character with their name intact, or otherwise specified). If they had an option to do this, I would absolutely want it from them because I love their content so much.

Similarly to an artist producing visual media, and using the above as the same example:

"But Snail... Why are you opening commissions now when you've always written for free?"

I would interact similarly to this:

"This artist is amazing, and the way they draw Heat is awesome and exactly how I picture him. I'd love to see him in a pose of my own choosing as opposed to how they normally draw him: breathing fire, with a man, with a woman, with a mink-kind, with a fishfolk, without Wire, in a Heart Pirate Boiler Suit - I just think he's neat, and I would love an art piece specifically for me that nobody else has access to but me and the person who created it."

Anon, I'm not having a go at you and I love you for wanting to clarify this with me. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to give an explanation. I appreciate you all the more for it.

I am opening commissions for the same reason I want to commission other artists and writers: I would like to purchase their creativity and enjoy it myself.

If I was to use the earlier example in this response regarding Heat, I would love to see more 'Heat x Tobiuo' content. Tobiuo is my original character, and Heat is her person. Them together is my favourite, and I would love to see another artist's visual media, or written content with their take on them. I am happy to read Heat x reader, or other Heat x OC writing - but I would really like to see my own original character - that's what commissions are for.

Tldr: commissions are curated specifically for the person requesting them, a little creation for them and them alone unless otherwise specified to publish on Tumblr of AO3.

I will not be halting my original content, or abandoning any of my requests I accumulated before closing them. I plan to complete them as they were asked in a timely manner that suits me, alongside commissioned work given specifically to the person requesting it.

I'm still writing for free in a non-exclusive way: hearing asks, listening to words, and going wherever the wind takes me. Commissions are exclusively for the person requesting them, and a way for me to make money so I can pay for commissions of my own from other creators.

I will still be writing my usual content here, and please absolutely don't stop interacting as we always have been.

Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to ramble on about this, I really appreciate the time you've given me to express further clarity. If you've read this far, thank you for your time.

Regular content will be still running here, and I love all of our interactions we have in this space we've created together. Again, thank you anon. 🖤🐌

#ask snail #snail answers #anon #comissions #further clarity

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slipperzipper · 4 days ago

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Heimdall x f!Reader (Smut!)

| Pairing: Heimdall x Reader

| Contents: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! Sex pollen, Masturbation, Grinding, afab reader, p in v, creampie, rough sex, and orgasms, let me know if I need to add other things to this as well!

| wrds: 3.2k

| Disclaimer!: Massive warning for those who do not like sexual content because this oneshot contains smut smut smut! minor Grammar and Spelling mistakes so apologies, Kind of weird start. also does anyone else still like heimdall? I know its been a year since I initially posted my first oneshot of this asshole. I'm deciding to repost this on tumblr since I know some people still like this man lol

“I’m pretty sure a legless donkey could move faster than you.”

Heimdall’s voice called out, the two of you had been walking through the wild jungles of Vanaheim. So far, if it had not been for Heimdall’s insults and petty comments, it was going well. The flora constantly grabbing at your ankles and causing you to stumble slightly each time you continued or turned into a new direction, but that was the least of your worries.

The reason why you were in Vanaheim in the first place was for the All-father, or Odin for short.

According to Odin, there was a lost relic in Vanaheim that he desired desperately. Apparently so desperately that he forced Heimdall to bring you with him for extra help. Unfortunately you couldn’t exactly say no since you wanted to look good in front of the All-father, accepting the offer with a feigned smile. You were his guest afterall.

“I’d move faster if it wasn’t for your constant insults!” You laughed, you were a couple dozen feet behind him, he just had to lead the way since you were ‘too incompetent’ to do so. Your eyes seemed to be lost in the environment, its natural beauty and color was just a sight to behold.

You were almost jealous of the Vanir that they get to live in such a beautiful realm, but you were soon kicked out of your thoughts as the sound of the golden god yelping hit your ears. That caused you to walk a bit faster, before turning into a jog, then into a sprint in order to find him. You knew he couldn’t be hurt by a person or animal, but plant life? Can’t exactly read a plant’s mind if there’s no mind to read. Even when Heimdall was a dick, you knew Odin wouldn’t exactly be happy if his most loyal son died to some miniscule threat.

But that isn’t what you saw when you found him. There was a small red-pink plant next to him releasing a dusty spore, his arm covering his eyes before backing up and falling on his backside. You grabbed him from under his shoulders and dragged him out, his grumbles consisted of the plant and how he hadn’t needed the help.

“Heimdall! Are you okay?” You asked, your hands propping on your knees as you looked down on him. He groaned at this strange feeling bubbling in his chest. “Yes- yes I am fine.” Heimdall reassured before pushing himself up to stand, trembling slightly but ultimately walking it off.

Why was he acting like this? He was being complacent and hadn’t insulted you yet for asking if he was okay. This was out of character for him, even his tone was out of character, and you hadn’t failed to notice. “Heimdall, are you actually okay?” Your voice asked again right as you walked in front of him, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yes, Of course I am fine.” Heimdall’s voice shook a little, catching you off guard since his dialect indicates that he’s the biggest and best bitch in the world. “Are you sure ?” You ask yet again, he brushed off the comment before continuing.

“We must find Gulltoppr before we return to Asgard-” Heimdall’s voice trembled worse as he stumbled towards a tree. His hand gripped into the tree's vines as a way to capture himself from completely falling. A strangled grunt rippled through the air and made you stop in your steps towards the god.

He sank to his knees while he had a full body reaction to the sensations around him. Heimdall was feeling all sorts of sensitive, even when he had moved his hands to catch himself, they were all tingly.

When he heard your muddled voice call out to him for the umpteenth time, his heart skipped a beat when his brain processed your sweet words. Heimdall! What’s happening to you- Answer me! Your hands grabbed at his tunic and turned him around to see a sight to truly behold:

The Scion of the Aesir was sitting on his knees, in such a seductive and submissive pose that rattled your brain. His usual cockiness was wiped from his face and was instead replaced with bright red blush and with quite the pleading pout settling on his lip. His hands now finding purchase on gripping your clothes, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grabbing.

“H-Hey man, can you stand-” How he hated how your voice sounded. How it sounded like it was coated in the sweetest honey in of all the nine realms, he was easily entranced by it. From your point of view he looked hypnotized, absolutely lost in something.

He groaned when he felt the back of your hand touch his forehead, checking if he was possibly burning up from the plant’s spores. You weren’t technically wrong with that assumption because his entire body was emanating warmth, you could easily feel it when you planted your hands on his shoulders after he let out that little noise.

“(Y/N).. please I-” He cut himself off with a pant and a down turned head tilt. “I need you.”

He knew he would have some form of regret after this if he were rejected, whether that in your head that he was a little submissive slut or that he was so weak he got caught off guard by a plant of all things. He didn’t exactly appreciate the circumstances that led up to him on his knees. But he would soon know what you thought of this situation anyway.

He brought his head back up to stare directly into your eyes, his bright purple ones held lust and need with parted lips. Speaking of his lips, they seemed a little bit more plump than what they normally were. You hated the fact that you knew exactly how his lips looked, from the quick snags you got when he wasn’t looking that you didn’t think much of until now.

Shit! You just remembered he could probably read your thoughts right now. You got your answer when his lips tugged into a small crinkled-eyed smile before bringing you down by the grip he had on your clothes. His arms sliding around you to bring you into a tight hug when his mouth planted itself next to your ear.

“Please- Can I- Please may I have you?” His voice tickled your senses and caused shivers to go down your spine. It was just so desperate that you felt like you couldn’t say no. He moved himself from the side of your head only to look into your eyes again, just to read what little thoughts you had. Hues of colors were all he could see at the moment before the thought of him actually letting him have you in a jungle of all places, it was absolutely strange to you. But the look on your face told a different story.

You would be a liar if you hadn’t at least one thought about what he looked like under all those layers, and that was all Heimdall needed to know before his hands found themselves hugging your hips instead.

Forcing your body to grind down onto his newfound bulge. A moan erupted from his lips at the new found sensation adding onto his sensitivity. “Fu-Fuck..” Heimdall cursed while he continued to rub your clothed sex against him. The grip on your hips were harsh and it was like he was clinging for dear life, they were definitely going to bruise tomorrow.

“H-Heimdall!” You whimpered out when he grinded particularly too hard, the noise sounding like a siren calling sailors to shore. It was such a hypnotizing sound that he never wanted to stop hearing. The tingly sensation from the mutual rubbing was ever present in making his dick even harder.

“Heimdall!” You cried out his name once more. This time it actually captured his attention instead of adding to his sexual experience. He stilled his ministrations before retraining his eyes back onto yours, only to find them averted as he so desperately tried to read your thoughts.

“Are you sure of this? In the middle of a jungle..?” You barely whispered, but with his enhanced sense he could hear it as clear as day. He was reminded of his body’s blessing and curse that came from the plant’s spore when his body had moved against you by accident, a pathetic whimper erupted from the Herald of Ragnarok.

Your lips tugged into a small smile, you moved yourself against him just to tease him. Your shyness earlier muffled when Heimdall grinded against you once more, his lip quivering slightly as his gruff hands desperately grabbed and released your hips repeatedly.

“Gah-! (Y/N)!” Heimdall cried out as his eyelids fluttered, his body jerking and his clothed pelvis flushing against yours. Forcing you to grind against him once more. He had panted heavily now, making you realize that he came in his pants.

Your eyes widened when that piece of information dawned on you, you made the golden god himself come in his pants! You knew Heimdall wasn’t himself right now. He was high off his mind and you just made him come in his pants. Even when he technically consented, it still felt wrong.

“Heimdall- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” You started to apologize before a weak hand planted itself on your mouth. “Just- Just stop talking.” The aforementioned god spoke with a harsh tone, you would lie to yourself if you said you didn’t feel a little hurt at his words.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, you actually did quite the opposite.” His voice hinted. He brought his pelvis back to flush against your sex, you could feel your own wetness against him. You could feel him and how hard he was once more. He was hard again already?!

“Yes. Yes I am.” Heimdall scoffed when he read your mind before a groan had caught him to keep him in check, how he was the one who was affected rather than you who was just as ruined as him but from natural causes. “You don’t mind helping me out, do you ?” He coyly asked with a head tilt just to further tease you.

Heimdall had scooted you off of his lap so that he could stand and release the ache in his pants. Unfastening his belt and letting both his kilt and his pants hit the ground.You could only watch with a glimmer of shock, awe, and lust as his belt piles with the other clothes. His cock was dripped in his own come, standing at attention with an angry red tip. He was also nicely trimmed and looked groomed, showing how well-kept he was. “After all, you did cause this.” Heimdall putting the blame on you was such an absurd claim, yet you couldn’t help but agree.

Heimdall couldn’t help but sigh when he did show himself, he felt so much better after letting his pants drop. But he also wouldn’t lie to himself when he thought about what you looked like underneath all those layers you wear. Coming back to you (who was still on the ground), he had grabbed the waistband of your pants, along with your undergarments, before pushing them to your ankles. Your lower half is on full display without any distractions.

It left him breathless, to actually see you. He soon shoved your upper half joined your legs on the ground, the harsh ground being familiar to you from the times when you sparred with the man.

His fingers ran themselves through your folds, catching you off guard, causing you to squeak in surprise. You were wet, undeniably so, and Heimdall liked that. Your legs tried to crumple together but Heimdall prevented that with his polished hands

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, You really thought?” He panted out while he scooted close to you, basically hovering over you. You hadn’t really noticed until now but the atmosphere of Vanaheim really made Heimdall’s appearance glow, he was truly handsome.

He felt particularly nice in his sexual suffering for some odd reason, his fingers feeling your pussy up in ways that you liked. You cried out when he swiped small circles on your clit, holy Hel, the touches were electrifying. It wasn’t long before Heimdall lined himself up with your hole. Giving you one last look, one of pent up lust and desire and need. His cheeks are a bright red color that paired so well with his fuschia eyes. He slipped himself in.

The warm feeling of your cunt caused him to loudly whine. Even when it was just the tip, it was just the most perfect sensation. It was like a drug implemented in his veins and he couldn’t get enough of it. Lifting your legs so that they would be planted on his shoulders as he drew himself closer, helplessly hung there while he drove his cock into you slowly.

You couldn’t help but whimper and grip the ground, the dirt digging into your nails, below as he inched himself in further and further. He eventually bottomed out, his pelvis meeting yours in a lustful stance. He had just sat there, letting you feel used to his size, it was nice of him to do so in this state when you originally thought he would just fuck into your un-prepared cunt.

But that was soon the reality when he brought his hips back and then slammed into your walls again. A howl crawled out of you when Heimdall repeated his action. Then the harsh repetition began. The pain soon washed away as your body started to get used to it. Your velvety colored walls were gripping him like a vice, and he couldn’t be any more happier. His cock fitting into your body like the perfect puzzle piece, as if you were made to be fucked by him.

Heimdall was thankful for that plant now, rather than being annoyed like he was previously, he was now glad that he could fuck your pussy into oblivion.

You couldn’t help the babbling noises of pleasure that escaped and obscured the natural sounds of Vanaheim’s jungles and you absolutely hoped that no one else was strolling nearby. You’d probably die from embarrassment if someone did, but that didn’t seem to matter at all as Heimdall slammed into you.

He knew he was going to come. He knew you were too based on your thoughts on how you could barely hang on when he kept hitting that part inside you that made you see stars. His nails digging into your skin in small crescents, if he had dug any further he would have definitely drawn blood.

A few more harsh thrusts and you were done, your pussy contracting around his cock as you came. A loud mewl echoed through Vanaheim. Shortly after, you felt his hot load stain your body, a warm feeling spreading from inside.

Heimdall’s hips jerked while he trudged through, trying to get the most out of his intense orgasm. Pressing himself as deep as he could from this angle, spilling his cum into you. The god was staring into your eyes the whole time, it was like an explosion that entered your mind. It was an array of bright colors that he had the fortune to see. His thighs trembled dangerously as he caressed yours.

You couldn’t help but be breathless. You haven’t had an orgasm like that since.. You couldn’t even remember. Your thighs shook with intensity even after he fucked you through your orgasm. Heimdall withdrew from your pussy with a disgusting squelching sound and sighed heavenly.

But that wasn’t it. He wasn’t done and he quickly recovered and developed a boner in the matter of moments even after the previous two, how the Hel was the plant’s spore still taking effect?!

“One more, please , just one more.”

Heimdall spoke while a hand reached your face, grasping it uncharacteristically gently, and had your cunt gripping at nothing. You nodded wordlessly before being caught off guard by being flipped to your hands and knees, your ass presenting just for the God of Foresight to behold.

Behold he did, his hands now moving your pussy to see the absolute mess he had made. He could feel his balls aching in preparation of stuffing your slit once more. Your head tilted at its side, somewhat being able to see what was behind you, only to be pushed down with a harsh shove and his dick slamming into your hole.

A whorish mewl was drawn out. Loving how full you felt, you pressed your ass against his hips. Bottoming out once more before slamming his dick back in. The wet sounds of sex rung through your fucked mind. Your thighs slapped against Heimdall’s, he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more while your plush thighs rippled with each clap. You could barely think now, only processing the big cock inside your now abused cunt sliding back and forth at a pace you couldn’t fathom. You could only drool, rest your head on your hands, and wait to come for the second time. You did, you shook as it took place.

As your orgasm continued, you realized Heimdall was still going.

You felt your clit get touched and you instinctively hissed, you were feeling just as oversensitive as Heimdall. The only difference being that he was powering through it, you felt like you were about to scream.

"Just endure. You can give me one more just like you’re giving me mine.” Heimdall reassured, swiping your clit in a softer, less lustrous and more kinder than before hand, and you couldn’t help but let out a choked whine.

He knew you came again when you convulsed and sunk slowly again. He looked into your eyes again and saw the previous show from before but it was just a bit dimmer and blunt, and he couldn’t help but enjoy it even more. Heimdall came once more inside, quickly placing you into a mating press, the ground below you dirtying your arms and knees. The hot feeling adding onto the sexual experience. He stilled while his come squirted for the third time this session and he wouldn’t lie if this wasn’t one of the greatest times he’s fucked before.

After waiting some time, He pulled out. Watching the slimy line of his own jizz disconnect from the tunnel of shared seed mixing together, but seeing some of it drip down onto the ground prompted him to slide his fingers inside, shoving it back in farther just for you to savor it. You gave a weak whine at the action, but it's not like you can do anything about it.

“I’ll call for Gulltoppr, just- stay here.” Heimdall stated, just beforehand he had helped you back into your pants and sat you against the very tree he fell upon. Strands of your hair sprawled from your hairline, he brushed some of said strands past and back into your hair to make it look more presentable. He himself was in his own clothes as he stood

He soon took off to look for his beloved pet, you couldn’t help but notice the stumble he had every few steps.

#heimdall #heimdall gow x reader #heimdall x reader #x reader smut #god of war #heimdall gow #gow heimdall #god of war ragnarok #god of war 2018 #smut #one shot #sex pollen

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manchasama · 11 months ago

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Ooooh I am so pleased with this chapter. It is very fun. The submas server is such a joy to sprint with, I am actually writing!! :>

Hard to Swallow Part 3 (Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5)

Lunch with Elesa was rarely subdued. Today was no different, Elesa animated and practically sparkling as she regaled them with the antics of her latest challengers.

"So you know what they did?" she asked, mirth dancing in her eyes as she leaned across the table dramatically. "They just chucked the berry at their Herdier's face!"

"No!" Emmet said, a delighted grin on his face as he leaned into Elesa space.

"Egads!" Ingo echoed, biting his lip to keep his chuckles at bay.

"Yes!" she said, bopping Emmet on the nose and grinning when he wrinkled it at her. "I don't know who looked more surprised; the kid or the Herdier."

"With such a blunder, I imagine the rest of the battle was concluded in quick order?" Ingo asked, chewing on his straw as he rested his head on his hands, elbows propped on the table.

"You'd think that, wouldn't you?" Elesa cooed. "But no, our intrepid trainer didn't stop there. I thought for sure I'd be able to take out their Herdier with Sparkler before they could recover. My darling little Emolga was raring to go, but!" she shoved Emmet's face away as she straighten up, "I did not expect the Herdier to step on the berry and slip."

Ingo felt his eyebrows raise, and Emmet rocked backward with a laugh. "Another gaffe to be sure, but surely—"

"Ah ah ah!" Elesa said, wagging a finger at him. "That's what I thought. And sure, at first glance it looked like it. But you should have seen the look on the kid's face. I think they'd practiced that clown move! The Herdier slipped right under Sparkler's attack, and came back with an Ice Fang. Can you believe it? Poor Sparkler did his best, but he'd already taken too many hits." She sat back in her seat with a satisfied smile. "Honestly it was an electrifying battle!"

"I am Emmet, and I am so jealous!" Emmet cried, flinging his hands up as he rocked back in his chair. "They sound like a great battler. Did you tell them to come to the subway?"

Elesa gave him a coy look. "Weeeell..."

"Elesa!" Ingo boomed. "You cannot tease us with such an inspiring battle and not recommend them to come test their mettle against us!" He attempted to give her his most pitiful look. Judging by Emmet's smirk, it wasn't terribly effective. As if Emmet wasn't equally eager for such a challenger. Ingo went back to chewing on his straw, his drink long since finished.

She laughed at their perturbed faces. "Of course I did, you bidoofus," she said.

"No!" Emmet immediately protested. "Bad Elesa! You promised no puns at lunch!"

"I said no puns you didn't find funny," she protested with a pout. "You love that one!"

"In what world do I like being insulted. By my very best friend!"

"Every one," Ingo said, Elesa chiming in at the same time "All of them!"

"Betrayal. Both of you are awful," Emmet grumbled, picking up his sandwich to take a vicious bite out of it. It did nothing to hide his smile, full of good humor.

"It's part of our charm," Elesa said, reaching over to squish Ingo to her side. The straw remained clenched in his teeth, and he grumbled a bit as a few drops fell onto his pants. The good thing about wearing black at least. He felt the chair tilt under him briefly as his weight shifted, but she released him before he could decide if that was a problem, and he rocked back into place. "Anyway, it's not like you guys don't spend all day having the best of battles."

"That is because we are smart," Emmet said. "You have to be good before you get to us! No, the best! Unlike you, Elesa."

"But Elesa gets the privilege of seeing all the upcoming trainers every day," Ingo interjected. "How exciting, to be able to watch them grow, and know you were part of their journey!'

"Aw, you're giving me too much credit Ingo," Elesa said, shoving at his arm. "It is one of the perks of the job, but I hardly think one gym leader is going to leave that much of an impression on them."

Ingo immediately straightened, feeling outraged on his friend's behalf. "That is such hogwash! Elesa, what you and your fellow gym leaders do is nothing short of inspiring!" He hardly noticed the straw fall to the ground as he wound up. "No matter how great or little success you have, your pokemon journey is one of the most life changing experiences. And none of it is possible without the gym route. You remember when you took on uncle Drayden! How you spent an entire week after your first attempt, training with your Togetic for new and inventive battle strategies. And how sweet that victory was when you succeeded!

Or when Emmet and I fought Clay at Castelia City gym! Emmet was so confident when Eelektross had finally evolved, that we charged in without our safety checks. It took us over ten tries to even make it to their door, because we were so ill equipped to match against the myriad of ground types. It was a difficult lesson, but he and Eelektross overcame it. They would not be the two-car team they are today if Clay had not been there to challenge their ideals."

His hands were flat on the table now as he leaned over, nearly vibrating with the physical need to convince Elesa of his sincerity.

"Elesa, you may not know how many of them you touched, how many of them you inspired to become better trainers, better partners, better people! But none of them will ever forget you. They will hold you deep in their heart, and remember the talented and brilliant battler you are, and the greater heights they can reach with their partners at their side. Especially ones like your young trainer, who go above and beyond to achieve success, who never give up. Of course you will be remembered!"

Ingo realized he was now standing, nearly half over the table in his enthusiasm. Elesa's cheeks were a bit pink, though it was half hidden under her hands as she looked up at him. Emmet had his hands over his ears, but was grinning a smile full of warmth. As the silence around them grew, Ingo realized he had been...quite loud.

A flash interrupted his inner mortification, and all three looked over to where a man was hightailing it down the street, camera clutched to his chest as he ran.

"Oooh, wonder what their gonna post about you tomorrow~" Emmet sing-songed. He lowered his hands to rub them together gleefully. "I bet it's going to be another breakup headline! Yup! Elesa cheating on poor Ingo with his own darling little brother."

"Emmet!" Ingo gasped, affronted. He flopped back into his chair, sure he was flushed from embarrassment alone now.

"Nonsense, I'd never dump the sexiest man in Nimbasa," Elesa countered, batting her eyes at Ingo.

"Betrayal!" Emmet howled, launching forward to flop half on the table and only narrowly missing getting sauce stains on his white shirt. Ingo swore Emmet had some supernatural ability that was only good for keeping his whites white. "Being sexy is overrated. Battling is much better." Emmet had managed to snag one of Elesa's braids, giving it a firm tug. She smacked his hands away with a laugh.

"I do wish you would let that drop. Forever, preferably." Ingo sunk further down in his chair uncomfortably. "I cannot believe you both signed me up for that without me knowing." He reach out and snagged the rest of his sandwich, taking a morose bite out of it.

"I am Emmet, and I had to know the truth," his brother said, not looking sorry at all. "More people need to appreciate Ingo, yup!"

"Not like that," he groaned, taking a larger bite from his sandwich and chewing in frustration.

"Yes like that," Elesa countered. "Your thirsty public wanted to see your bare wrists! The scandal."

"So inappropriate," Emmet agreed with a sage nod. "Next Ingo will go around without his coat."

"We are not wearing our coats now Emmet," he protested.

Emmet reached with an exaggerated look of shock, clutching at Elesa's arm. "My own brother Elesa! A harlot!"

Elesa snorted a laugh, before dissolving into gales of mirth. Ingo sighed, but truly did not mind the teasing from his brother. It had been amusing to see the public's reactions in the magazine poll. Even better, participation in the battle subway had quadrupled for months afterwards. He pressed the last of his sandwich in his mouth, reaching out for his glass before remembering it was empty. No matter, he would remember to pick up a water bottle from the break room later.

He continued to chew, not paying his companions any mind as he mentally went over the paperwork left to do when they returned as well. It was to be the multi trains this afternoon, a double shift so the regular and super lines would run. Also—

Also he was still chewing the last of his sandwich, and he realized he really, really did not want to be. He let out a soft huff as he bit down and stopped the useless chewing. Would it be impolite to spit it into a napkin? The thought made his throat seize a little, and he knew it would end with him gagging for a bit. Not his favorite.

A glass was shoved into his hand, Emmet's half empty water glass. He shot Emmet a grateful look, and lifted it to his mouth to take a quick sip. As always, the act unfroze his throat, and he was able to swallow at last. He took another sip to rid himself of the feeling in his mouth, before sliding it back across the table to Emmet.

Elesa's voice caught his attention. "You okay Ingo?" Her mouth was pulled down in a slight frown as she studied his face.

"Ah, yes," he said, a bit embarrassed she had caught his little episode. "Merely a...small issue. It is nothing to be concerned about." He didn't want to give a false excuse for it.

She let out a little mou of displeasure at the dismissal. "Maybe so, but I'm your friend! Was the food not good? I'm sorry if you were forcing yourself—"

"No!" he said, voice louder than he intended. She jumped at the interruption, though she smiled at him afterward to show no harm was done. "No, the food was fine. Delicious even! It is a silly failing in myself."

"Ingooo," Emmet drawled. The corners of his smile were tight in displeasure. "It is not a failing! Do not belittle yourself for it." He turned to Elesa. "Sometimes Ingo cannot swallow. A drink will usually fix it. Simple! Nothing to be ashamed of."

"Of course not!" Elesa agreed readily. She gave into a disapproving look of her own. "What is silly is thinking it's a big deal! Okay, I'll keep that in mind for next time. We still have," she pulled out her xtransciever and gave it a cursory glance, "seven minutes before I have to skeddadle. That's enough time for you—" she reached across the table to tap the back of Ingo's nearest hand, "—to look over my next line up. I really think I need to switch it up to generate more energy on stage."

"What?" Emmet cried, affronted. "Why just Ingo? Why not me?"

"You are grounded from helping." Elesa tilted her head back to better look down her nose at Emmet. "Because of last time."

"I was verrrry helpful."

"You told me to wear a jacket made out of your Joltiks, so they could spring out at the last minute like a zappy bomb."

Emmet sat back in his chair with a satisfied look. "It's such a good idea. Your jacket looks like many Joltik. What could go wrong?"

Elesa threw up her hands and looked at Ingo. "Control your brother!"

Ingo nodded thoughtfully. "If they work as a unit, could it be considered one move under league rules?"

Elesa's shriek of outrage was worth being chased out of the restaurant by a raging super model. Ingo loved his little family.

(Later, when asked in an interview why she stared carrying around a waterbottle with her normal outfit, Elesa merely smiled and said, "Water you talking about? It's always helpful to have a drink to share.")

#fun times ahead #pokemon #submas #pokemon writing #hard to swallow #it's themb #the trioiest of trios #i love them your honor #and they love each other #found family forever #anyway they are all gremlins who deserve to be friends

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kenphobia · 2 years ago

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FOR EVERYTHING!

"Thank you, I really mean it."

summary. tim decided to throw you a birthday party! what could go wrong? (drabble / 1.1k wc / read end notes)

contents. slight tma spoilers for season 3, implied character death, romantic undertones, time-skip at the end, flerting with an a italicized e.

"C'mon!! Just a tiny bit of smile for me, please?"

"I am not going to do that, Tim."

The camera rolled and played, prettily set up just across you. Your roommate, Tim, sat beside you with a pleading smile and his hands clasped together.

It was your birthday today, and though you were planning to not reveal that fact to Tim, he found out when your older sibling came to your dorm for a quick visit. And after another shitty day with your college professor on your ass, Tim decided to pull out a little cupcake, some decorations and party hats, and he decided it was a birthday party.

He even baked the cupcake himself! Though, it doesn't look exactly .. edible but it looked like one enough.

"Are you really going to say no to a gorgeous face like this?" He fluttered his eyelashes, pouting and moved his face closer to you. A sudden warmth creeped up your face as you pushed his face away.

"Personal space, Personal—!"

"Aah, I'm sorry!"

You laughed, a giddy feeling emerged and bubbled in your chest. "Fine, see? I smiled, can we get this whole thing over now?" You flicked your hand towards the table. There were multiple paper plates scattered around, sitting and waiting on the table as if someone was gonna come to use them.

Tim shooked his hand and wagged his finger at you. "Nu-uh, don't think you can suddenly get away with a fake laugh?" He glared at you in a playful manner, a mischievous glint suddenly streaked through his dark eyes and he smiled widely. "I know something that can bring out actual laughter."

You furrowed your brows, glancing back and forth at his face and to his fingers, he wiggled them in preparation and as a warning for what was going to happen. You rose from your seat, stepping back as Tim got closer and closer.

As you were about to make a full-on sprint, Tim tackled you to the ground and attacked the sides of your stomach. He worked his fingers and tickled you, pulling a wheezing laugh right after another.

"T-Tim! I swear to— Haha, Fucking god, I'm going to—" You sucked in a breath, trying your hardest to pull your friend's hands off your sides. Unfortunately, Tim does more exercise than you so his grip tighten the more you resisted him.

"Kill me? I can't even lift my finger, mate!" Tim howled out a loud laughter. The plastic tie that was keeping his hair in place snapped and all of his brown curls fell his on his face, You immediately took the chance and squeezed his sides like an orange.

A shriek escaped his lips as Tim fumbled down to the floor, coughing up tears and strings of curse as you poke his side, squeezing the little baby fats on his stomach.

"Who's got the high ground now, Obi-wan!?" You crackled, barely dodging Tim's frailing arms. He even smacked your face but he was too busy trying to release himself out of your grip.

Tim huffed, resisting the urge to laugh at your petty revenge and your stupid little references, the every same ones he could only get and love the most. His face was flushed, a dizzying wave washed over as he lets an airy laugh out for once. "I give up, I give up! Let me— Aha! —go now please!"

"Apologize! Apologize, you tall bamboo!"

"I'm sorry, okay!? Let me go, please!"

Finally, you slipped your fingers off and allowed your body fall flat on the space next to Tim. You heaved, sucking the cool air as you tangled your fingers in his. All you felt was exhaustion and a jittery happiness that wouldn't let your heart steady for a rest.

You looked at him who seemed to be going through the same thing as you. He grinned, turning his head to face you. "Looks like little Mx. Smartass here has some bite to them, after all." He booped your nose.

You blew him a raspberry, returning the grin as you press your forehead against his. Tim moved your hand to his chest, you can feel his heartbeat pounding om his ribs as if his heart wanted to put itself right in your hands.

"Shut up, Tim." You merely said, moving your hand to his hair and ran your fingers through it. It was damp, slicked with sweat but you can smell that intoxicating smell of mint coming from his clothes and dark locks.

"But I did make you laugh, didn't I?" Tim looked at you with a goofy little glint in his eyes.

"You said you'd make me smile, not pin me down and torture me." You rolled your eyes playfully.

"Same thing." He shrugged as he moved closer to you, you can feel his laughter vibrating from his chest. You found yourself nearly dozing off to the rhythmic pattern of his heartbeat. "... Happy birthday though, (Name)."

Three words were only hanging off the tip of your tongue, ready to be blurted out and confessed, but the pits of your stomach resisted and you buried your face deep into his shoulder.

"Thanks, Tim. For everything."

"Anything for my best friend."

✦

The lights flickered ever-so-slightly as you feel the fog grow more and more heavy. You were sitting down, a camera left discarded and nearly tipping itself off the table. A cupcake sat in the middle of it all, a single candle sticking out of its strawberry pink frosting.

It's too perfect to be called yours. Too clean to be from him.

The cold clung your skin, biting and scratching at you. And though you couldn't breathe, you only felt a slight uncomfortable feeling. Did you care? no, but would you care? You aren't sure if such thing is still possible.

The fog had grown heavily, enveloping you in its arms like chains tying you down to your seat. The chair creaked as you leaned backwards, sucking in a breath that tastes more metallic and lonely than ever.

A high-pitched buzzing pierced through the still silence, it kept coming and coming closer to you. You feel a hand rest on your shoulder, it was light but firm. You can feel the person's callouses through your thick coat.

"What are you doing here?" You asked the stranger.

The stranger kept quiet, the buzzing only continued and got louder. Your chest felt heavier.

"I could ask the same, (Name). Why are you still here? He's gone, isn't he? That stoker boy." The stranger returned the question.

You don't respond, only furrowing your brows as your blank expression turned into a scrowl. You'd grip your coat but your fingers were too numb to even move.

"Tell me, (Name). What do you feel?"

"I feel..." You look down at your hands, moving it with the best as you could. Your toes had already stopped moving long ago, your legs has lost its purpose once you sat down on that chair.

The knots on your face, your brows and your frown, had simply faded and lost any sort of life in them as you watched the fog grasped the tiny candle in its hold and put out the flame, the very thing that had kept you grounded for so long, Your Tim.

"I feel absolutely nothing."

author's note. hurt-comfort? naur bestie, comfort-hurt >:)) but seriously, this is my first fic and i think the only character i really have a good grasp on is either tim or sasha.

but that's because both of them barely had much screentime (sasha mostly) and i can fit them into any mold i see them fit <33 might write a little headcanon thing for the entire scooby doo gang or whatever the tma fandom calls them. idk if this is will get a lot of notes like my wh fics, but at this point, i just like doing fanwork.

but yeah!!! any support is appreciated btw <33

#writing log!#the magnus archives x reader #tma x reader #tim stoker x reader #WE NEED MORE FICS OF THIS MAN OMFG #jon is so cool and martin is so hot but C'MON #TIM IS LITERALLY THE RESIDENT HOT GUY

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sonicblueartist · 9 months ago

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FORGOTTEN

❝𝗧𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗻𝗼𝘁; 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗼𝗻.❞

Part 5

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

Masterlist

Have Fun!

"Come on come on! Be quick! The building is about to explode!!"

You yelled quickly helping the last people to get inside the plane.

You were about to get inside too but paused. You glanced back, your breath caught in your throat in panic. The plane is about to take off just like you both timed, it has seconds before the door closes off permanently. You panthed, "Tails!!!" You called after him. He was just standing there, in front of the burning building, his fur had some burn marks over the last rescue attempt. He didn't react to your voice, he seemed to be some kind of a trans, you shook your head and sprinted at him. The breeze just helps the fire to travel around. The fires light leaving an effect on his saffron fur that amazes you even in such a station. You were about to yell his name once again only to halt, your hand halted over his. He looked at you. His eyes had something in it that you didn't quite get at the moment. But he knew something big and you released it. You only felt that something was really wrong and that only made you panic even more. You held his arms and shook your head, "We need to go. Right now."

He softly smiled at you, "I know... Y/n, Do you remember what I told you before we came here?"

You frowned, "Was it... that no one will be left behind? We already have everyone! We need to go! Come on!" Your eyes widened when he suddenly gripped your hand and pulled you, you lost yourself in his fierce gaze, like a crazy ocean with big waves, you were stuck in that ship fighting to survive one more day, but unlike you he wasn't confused.

He whispered your name, voice gentle but rigid, shaky but serious, "Lead them to safety. I have to help the kid inside."

You shook your head in disbelief, tears forming in your eyes, you knew you can't change his mind, but going in there was a suicide! If he was going to save that kid, you are not going to leave him to deal with that alone, "I am not leaving you."

"You have to. You have to help the people we saved. Lead them to safety. They have no one else. There is no time for us to discuss this. Please, just listen to me for once. I have a plan. I am not leaving that kid."

He wiped your tears, "We will see each other again. I promise." He smiled softly, his eyes as soft and calm like a clear sky. You stared at him, shaking your head, silently pleading for him to stay.

His hands slipped from yours as he backed away, his eyes never leaving yours until the last moment, you stared behind him as he jumped inside the fire. You shook your head, your breathing speeding up. You screamed his name after him, you were about to jump inside the burning flames only for someone to pull you back, you struggled on their strong hold, crying out his name. You knew that gloves, the golden rings around it, the black fur donated with red stripes. You didn't know how he was there. Why was he there? He shouldn't be. He should be far far away from your location in another state, in another fight. The last thing you knew was you were forced inside the plane as you pressure yourself to plot the plane back, the burning building's sight slowly vanishing from your sight, far far away, so far away from him.

HE PROMISED. He promised that we will see each other again. He better keep that promise.

He have to...

The second time you saw him after that incident was... painful.

But he had promised...

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You grabbed everything in Espio's hold with a big grin, "Thank you Espio!"

Espio smiled, never seeing you this happy in such a long time, he was only happy that you were full of hope once again, "Just be careful. I'll try to divert their attention but not for too long, so be quick."

You nodded, "I am so glad you are helping me with this, Es."

His smile dropped as he sighed, "I can't help you all the time, Y/n. This will also be my last time helping you before I go... And I believe you are not gonna give up with one try. If you're gonna continue doing this, do it carefully or decide to at least tell your friends."

You shooed him off, "I can handle myself just fine. Thank you."

He sighed and before he could walk out the room he paused and looked back at you, "Also... Shadow said hi."

You turn to him surprised, "He did?"

"It wasn't a vocal answer but he seemed to be." You smiled at that.

He smiled back and closed the door behind him. You shook your head with a chuckle and waited for a while for him to drag your friends away from Tails' room. You sneakily glanced out from the door and smiled when you saw Vanilla and Amy walking away along with Espio, him talking something in a serious manner.

You carefully slipped out of the room making sure they didn't notice you. You knew they wouldn't get away from his room too far away but this will do just fine.

You slipped into his room and quickly dropped your things next to the bed on the table. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "Okay Tails--"

"Miss Y/n?"

You yelped, nearly dropping the objects. You quickly turned around with wide eyes.

You gripped your chest, breathing deeply, "O-oh. Hi Cream, Cheese. How are you? You scare me a little."

She smiled, "I am so glad you feel well enough to come in! What are you doing with those?"

You glanced back and sighed, "You promise to not tell anyone?"

She halted but nodded, "Uhm, Okay."

You glanced towards the door and wondered if they heard your little shout, maybe making sure it wouldn't hurt, "I got some items here. Doctor said... something he is familiar with might help him to wake up. So I'm going to try."

Cream tilted her head, "But why are we keeping this a secret?"

"Because if Amy and your mother learn they probably won't approve because... well. What I am gonna use might be a little heavy-- metaphorically, uh, Gimme a sec please..." You rushed towards the door and quietly opened a little and peeked out. Noticing Amy's and Vanilla's back facing towards you as Espio quickly explained something to them. He seemed to be handling it well. You give a grin and a thumbs up towards his way and close the door.

Cream walked up to you with a smile, "Could me and Cheese can help?"

You sighed with a smile, "Sure, yeah, why not?"

They cheered happily.

"What are we gonna do then?" she asked curiously.

You turned away and walked up to the bed, "First we're gonna try to stimulate his senses."

"How are we gonna do that?"

"You'll see~" You grab the mints and give Cream and Cheese one. "Open it's bag and let him smell it."

She gasped, "Oh, That's a really good idea! Mr. Tails loves mint!"

You nodded and opened one of the mint candy's bags and paused when you faced Tails. You swallowed nervously. You observed his features for the first time in a long time. His chest raised up and down slowly as he breathed. He looked like he was actually sleeping and he seemed really peaceful. No one would tell he'd been sleeping for 7 months. His amber fur glowing under the sunlight. You hesitate but slowly reach up and gently push his bangs out of his eyes. Your breathing quickening. Your nightmare is coming back to you. His bloody form. Cream holds your trembling hand, "It's okay to be afraid, miss Y/n. Everyone can get scared! Mom told me you are having bad dreams about him. I understand! I sometimes have bad dreams too. But in this case, what you need to do is learn to be one with your fears. Then they can't harm you."

You smiled at her, "Thank you Cream. I'll try. Where did you learn such words?" You muttered to yourself as you took a shaky breath. Gently pushing the candy closer to his nose. Cream doing the same as she bounced a bit on her feet.

You waited for him to inhale its scent a bit. You bit your lip, you were actually expecting a reaction out of him just like that didn't you? You shouldn't be raising your hopes so high like that but honestly you couldn't help yourself. At least you were actually hoping for something to happen with at least one of the objects you requested from Espio. Something. Anything. It can be a little twitch. Or a movement. You name it! Just a little small one would be enough for you. But, of course, you found nothing.

You sighed heavily, "Okay, no need to get upset. This is our first try. We are not done yet. You're with me, right, Cream, Cheese?" You mustered up a smile towards them.

They both nodded determinedly, "Yes!"

"You continue trying with mint. I am gonna try with the wrench." She nodded and came to your place while you picked up the wrench and walked the other side of him. You took a deep breath and gently grabbed his hand into your shaky ones. You laid the wrench between his fingers and closed his hand.

"Come on. I know you felt it. I am absolutely sure you can tell what this is. Remember the countless times you used it! Please... I know you had it in you. Give us a reaction... please... Tails... even a little one is okay..." None. He didn't move at all. You closed your burning eyes tightly, "If you are hearing this. I'm not giving up. Even if you sleep for years!"

You gently took the wrench and walked back sternly, staring down at the thing you had, trying to figure which one to try next, "Let's make him listen to his own projects from his notebook, maybe he will recall them... And... maybe we can make him taste the mint? Could we be able to use the oil and gasoline and make him smell them? I know he will recognize them immediately." You pondered to yourself.

"You sure? Isn't it dangerous?" Cream asked worriedly, her chao frowning along with her.

"I'm sure. We have nothing left to do. Don't worry about it." You didn't have any time to waste. Maybe you won't have enough time to try everything today until they come but you will surely try.

"You know what? Nevermind reading all that. I am gonna keep it for the final along with the music. Let's help him have a taste first." Or it would take a lot of your time.

Before you can even do something further the door went open with a loud bang causing both of you to yelp in fright. There stood on the door a furious Amy. Espio stood behind her, he was looking at you with an apologetic manner.

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Shadow walked down the corridors, his mind wasn't in the moment. He was thinking back to the day Tails first went to hospital. When he heard the news that you and Tails was injured he come as quick as he could but Rouge didn't let him get inside, with an explanation that he was better off not getting in with already the chaos going on inside, not saying anything else she left a scribbled paper in his palm and went inside. He has been thinking about it all this time.

"Stop the loop. Let them be saved." He muttered in his tracks. What does that supposed to mean?

He looked down at the quickly and hastily written words. The style felt almost too familiar. Who does the handwritten belong to? His frown deepened as he continued walking. His eyes landed on his other hand, the object he had been carrying. The one he finds it hidden well in Tails' room. If he wasn't searching for the emeralds he wouldn't be able to find it. He knew he shouldn't have looked inside of it. But the same scribbling words next to it caught his attention. The same handwriting, the same words...

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You sulked in your spot, grimacing as Amy paced in front of you.

"I am so happy you are finally up and coming into his room. But- What were you thinking bringing GASOLINE!!? Or- Or what if he accidently swallowed that candy and choked on it!?? It's dangerous! And you, what were you thinking by helping her?!!" Espio shrugged. Amy grumbled, "Honestly, I wasn't expecting this from you Espio. Being disappointed would be an understatement for what I am feeling right now for both of you!" She took a deep breath to calm herself, "Y/n, I understand you want him to wake up, we all do as much as you do believe me. But if you are gonna risk something like this I rather you not enter his room at all! What if he got poisoned or got sick?! His station is already critical!" She panicked.

You huffed and bit your tongue, you didn't want to say something harsh. You were annoyed, yes. She is just worried for his health! But she shouldn't have interrupted you. She could at least let you try the other things! What if he actually would wake up but they are just ignoring that hope away!? Or maybe they are right, he will never wake up again and you are just fooling yourself with an innocent little hope. Maybe she is right...

You sighed, "I'm... sorry. I won't do it again."

Amy sighed, "Yeah, I hope so. Espio please take everything you bring."

You clenched your hands. Espio walked past your sitting form far away from the bed and went to gather the things without any word. Amy came to your side after taking a deep breath, she smiled down at you and held your shoulder, "Don't forget we are doing this for both of your own good. If you want to stay here, do as you wish as long as you want. But please don't try anything dangerous again." You nodded slowly as she hesitated and walked to Vanilla, "Can we talk alone, please?" Vanilla nodded with a smile and they left. You knew they were going to talk about your situation. You closed your eyes with a heavy sigh.

Espio stops next to you with the items in his hands, "Take this." You look up at him in surprise as he reaches Tails' notebook towards you. Your hand shaked as you pick it up.

"Try this instead. I'm sorry if that does not work." That was the only thing he muttered before leaving. Cream gently leaned her head on your shoulder, holding your arm, "Maybe this would be better than trying the other ones?" She asked hopefully.

You sighed, "I can only just hope." You opened his notebook, there were only mathematical terms you didn't quite understand, probably for his projects. You can't get over how smart he is. There were some drawings of his inventions too, you felt some similarities with them as he was working on their creation. But there is nothing for you to just read it for him. You heaved a sigh, it was useless. You continue glancing upon the pages with a sad hue in your features.

You paused with finding the doodles you both made, you couldn't help but smile at that. You traced the lines with your finger. Glancing at the other page you find a sonnet. A poem?

"Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wand'ring bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come;

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me prov'd,

I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd."

Oh god, this is the Sonnet 116 from Shakespeare! You didn't know Tails was the poetry type. Was he also emotionally smart too?

You frown in confusion, glancing back towards the bed, you stared at his form. Your eyes are softening. Maybe you can read this to him? You looked down at Cream, she was still leaning on you, hugging cheese as they both slept peacefully. How long did you take while observing his book? The sky was already starting to darken. Another day passed by... You shook your head as you slowly and carefully left them both to sleep on the couch.

You took a deep breath and approached the bed, every step you took, twisting your stomach, your nightmares flooding inside your mind. You shakily pushed away all that and sat on the bed, not daring to look at him again.

You closed your eyes and breathed out. You took the notebook closer to you and parted your lips to softly read the neatly written words.

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Amy listened from the door, she sighed closing her eyes with the soft spoken words by the bed, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Vanilla held her shoulder, "Let's leave them alone together for a little bit longer, Amy dear."

Amy glanced up at her unsure, Vanilla's warm smile melted her heart and hesitation. She heaved a sigh, "Alright. But I am not going too far away." She smiled.

"Or leave that to me." The two paused and glanced towards the new voice. Amy gasped. "What are you doing here?"

He sighed, there is no point in hiding his true intentions, but still, he couldn't let himself say it anyway, "I have something to give her. Then I'll be off on my way. If you are worried. Then Don't. She is not a little kid to be looked after all the time."

Amy frowned, he was right. She nodded. "Okay, Let's go then."

He stared behind them until they disappeared from his view.

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You stared down at Tails' sleeping form, pushing your fear once more. How serene he looked sleeping like that, your lips turned into a bittersweet smile. His chest so slightly raised up and down with his slow rhythmic breathing. His fur is just like the day before you lost him. Lively and bright. You could sit there and observe his features all day.

If the events didn't happen would he be still next to you laughing, talking non-stop about his inventions, cheerfully asking how your day has been? Would you be able to make a difference if you were the one that went inside? Or would you just end up dead?

You hesitantly reached out, your fingers brushed his cheek slightly, finally feeling his fur under your fingers after so long doing something to you. Maybe it was just the guilt. A tear slipped from your cheek. At the moment, you would rather be dead if it meant him in his full health. You sniffed trying to hold back your silent sobs, it just feels like you were choking, "I am sorry." You took a deep breath, closing your eyes tightly. "I am sorry." You clenched your hands and stepped back, "If you can hear... I'm... so sorry..." you words cracked. You didn't know what else to say.

You wiped your tears, your back pressed against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground, you hiccuped, finally couldn't hold anymore. You wanted to scream, yell, bawl your eyes out but... only little sobs escaped your lips. You felt too tired to even move. You tightly hug your legs and press your face in your arms. You silently sobbed, you didn't know for how long. Your eyes must be all puffy and red by now.

A warm hand pressed on your head, "Stop blaming yourself." You choked out, swallowing, you took a shaky breath and sniffed, you blinked your tears letting them loose as you slowly lifted your head. Somehow you actually hoped that it was him... but you already knew who the voice belonged to.

He looked down at you with nothing but understanding in those crimson eyes. You looked back with your glassy ones, he frowned. He knew if he won't say anything, something will die in you... like it did in him years ago...

He sighed and sat next to you, "It wasn't your fault."

You choked out, "I just..." a sob escaping your throat, you tighten your fist and breath out shakily, "can't stop thinking if I could do any change at all if I just went in—" Your voice cracked.

A frown visible on his lips, "You won't believe how much time I thought the same thing before..." he whispered, his eyes losing it's focus as he stared at the ground. "How much I blame myself, how much I blame others... Would I be able to change anything if I went back now? No... What happens always happens. And you can't stop or change that."

You shook your head with his words, "I guess now I know what you went through—"

"I don't want you to go through the same thing. Not like I did. I don't want you to go through the wrongs I did, the phases I went through." He finally looked at you again, you wiped your tears away, "He wouldn't want that either."

You breathe out a silent laugh, "What done is done. I can't change anything. He will forever will be sleeping until we decide he should rest in peace"

"Yes, you can't while you sit all day like that and blame yourself."

You scoffed, "What do you suggest I do? What do you want me to do? Go hunt Eggman?? Take revenge?!" You snarled out, new tears slipping out as you throw your fist on the ground, gritting your teeth.

He didn't say anything, he got up and walked towards the door, he knew you understood what he meant, but you were just tired and angry, "Rest, Y/n. Revenge is no good... I learned that a bit late... but it's not always too late to change. I can't tell you that there is a way to change everything and just hope for things to get better but... There is no good when you just sulk in there... You will never stop growing, it will never stop hurting, but you will learn to live with that. He healed, you will too."

Before he gets out, he gives a final glance and leaves a camera on the table, "I find this in his room... hidden away. You might... I wanna see what's inside."

You stopped him before he could leave, "Why did you save me that day?" That was the question that was running wild in your head. He halted and glanced at you. A visible confusion in his crimson eyes but he released quickly what you meant. That was a stupid question. You knew if you did get in, none of you would get out alive, or maybe just you would die for a stupid act. But you had to ask him that, you need to know how he was there. What he said next confused you even more.

"I didn't..." and without anything else... he vanished.

You stared where he used to stand, soon your eyes landed on the camera. You wiped your tears away as you shakily got up to your feet, and went to pick it up. You sat next to bed and opened it.

There was only one video stored inside it. You pressed a button and it started to play.

Tails appeared to be fixing the camera, his tongue poked out while he focused on fixing it. He hummed satisfied and took a few steps back. His hands on his hips, "Alright, uh, it should be on now." You blinked, sniffing as you watched him take out a guitar next to him. You didn't know he was recording himself while he played. You knew he played the violin before but you didn't know he knew how to play the guitar too.

Tails blushed and laughed, "Uh, So, I uh, Let's see..." he went to pick up a few papers nervously, he seemed to be really excited about this. He used to always plan what he is going to say beforehand and write them on, it's probably because he wants it all to be perfect. Or maybe it isn't a speech but a song or music notes. You shook your head with a smile at that. He dropped the papers and panicked, kneeling to pick them up only to bump his head on the table. "Ow! Agh, stupid...." he muttered to himself, causing you to breathe out a laugh as he rubbed his head with a scowl.

He glanced through the paper and put them down only to drop the glass splatting water on the table. He gasped, "Agh! You must be kidding me!! It's all ruined!" He dropped his guitar on the bed and quickly went outside of his room, probably going to get some towels. You smiled at his annoyance.

What confused you next was that his window slowly and cautiously opened and someone jumped inside. You couldn't see who they were. It was impossible to get inside his room let alone his house. He had high security. Unless he closes them off that they which you know he wouldn't ever, it can't be a robber of some kind. It has to be someone we know or the system would be activated.

The person finally get up from the ground, visible to the camera's view, though their back facing it. You squint your eyes confused. Before the person even glance at the room the door opened and Tails walked in. He freezed when he saw them. He panicked first, he wasn't alarmed, he seemed to want to say something but he stopped himself when it quickly faded to confusion as the person continued staring at him. Tails become worried when they come crashing on his arms. You saw them shook so slightly. Tails was now trying to comfort them.

"It's okay, It's okay. I'm here." When he held their head you were finally able to see their face. It was a bit red probably from crying a lot. Your eyes widen. No, it can't be. You don't remember--

"What happened? Is everything alright, Y/n?" You listened to Tails' voice as he called out to you gently, something inside you hurted. No, this is not true. This can't be real. You don't remember something like this ever happening! This has to be a dream.

You inside the camera shook her head, she breathed out in pain as she held his hands and pushed them away, her eyes landed on the camera as if she knew it was there in the first place. She frowned and went to close it off. That was the last thing you saw before the screen went dark. The camera dropped from your hands. What...?

You stared at your hands. You don't know for how long you stayed like this, refusing to believe what you just saw until a sound takes your attention from your dark hazed mind.

The video was still continuing?

You gently pick it up, thankfully it wasn't broken. Only Tails was in the middle of Camera's range. This time he was not in his room but in his workshop, everything looked messy. He didn't look like he did when he first started the video. He looked much more serious and tired. He took a deep breath and glanced at the camera.

"Y/n, If you are watching this... you must be... alone and in pain, and probably confused too. I'm sorry for that..." he frowned in guilt. He closed his eyes, "I don't have much time to explain everything... But, I need you to help me." He finally looked at you again.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #tails the fox #sonic characters #allenwrites #sonic and tails #knuckles the echidna #sonic x reader #tails x reader

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 1 year ago

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Picture is not mine. Found it on Pinterest. I never seen the movie since I am busy. I want to. Bruno is handsome when young. My new love. Haha. I plan to do some empty x reader in the future after watching and understanding the movie.

There she was. The young woman of his dreams in the farmer's market holding that picnic basket.

She was shopping in the live crowd where varieties of vegetables and fruits were sold separately by shouting shop owners and assistants.

The low shoulder top was white and embroidered with blue roses and her long skirt was the color of lovely teal.

What a beauty. All the single men were ogling at her. There was no way he stood a chance. All the admirers she had were always more handsome than Bruno. Bruno was a young man of twenty five. But, he was scrawny and had shaggy hair. Awkward too. Lime green queer eyes. What a mess he was.

Oh, well. Watching her from afar was good enough for him. He would not press his luck into actually talking to her.

As he leaned against the tree he blinked when he saw a man perhaps six feet tall and muscular. He walked directly behind her and then sped up his pace. Now, he was close. He covered her mouth with one hand and used his other hand to lift her up and carry her away running at full speed!

Bruno gasped. What was he seeing!? Without a moment to lose, he came out of the shadows and sprinted towards her struggling attempted escape. She was squirming in the grasp of the kidnapper and was attempting to scream for help.

A van appeared and the man entered inside with her and closed the door. The van sped off. The people in the market were scared and shocked at the scene that happened. No one expected this in broad daylight.

There was no choice left. Bruno stopped and concentrated. Green glow appeared around him and the smoke that emanated from his body caused shoppers and owners to scream and run away.

Bruno used his powers to tip the van over. Bruno hoped she was not that hurt. Thus Bruno ran over to the van and ripped open the sliding door. Sure enough, the lovely girl crawled out. She looked dazed and frightened like a dorm mouse.

Poor thing. Bryn thought. The driver moaned in pain as he rolled down the window.

The young woman looked up at Bruno from her sitting position on the floor and gasped in surprise. "Who are you?"

"I am Bruno Madrigal "

The young woman's eyes widened in realization. The monster the whole neighborhood feared saved her life.

Bruno bent down on his knee and held his hand out to her to take.

The young woman took his hand immediately. She trusted Bruno. He was not the monster he was claimed to be. She yelped in surprise when Bruno began to carry her bridal style.

Bruno knew what she was going to ask. "I am taking you to the hospital."

The girl said nothing but relaxed her head on Bruno's chest.

The police came and arrested the two kidnappers. You were just scratched from the van tipping over and were released soon.

Bruno stayed with you the whole check up.

"Your wife needs rest and therapy after the whole fiasco. I made an appointment with a doctor next week."

Bruno's face reddened. To your surprise, so did yours.

"I just met her today." Bruno mumbled then shrugged his shoulders.

For some reason, that hurts your feelings. You actually did want to be his wife.

Bruno gently led you outside.

"Thank you for saving me." You looked at him.

Bruno smiled then blushed red. "You're welcome."

You asked him to come over for dinner, you told him you want to be his friend.

He could not believe his ears! Like a dog, he nodded. "Can I bring my mom too?"

#encanto #disney encanto #bruno x reader #bruno mardrigal x reader #bruno madrigal #bruno #disney

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genork-the-fandork · 11 months ago

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Merry Digi-mas, @nsdrawsstuff ! I was your Secret Santa! (My main blog is @animegenork , but for the sake of my sanity, I post all my writing here... I know it's confusing.) It has unfortunately been a long time since I've seen Savers, and the same goes for Adventure 02; however, I do remember my impressions of Daisuke and Masaru's characters and wanted to try my hand at doing something a little goofy with them. (But mostly Daisuke, since I dabble more with Adventure content.) I hope you enjoy! [AND I'M SO SORRY ABOUT HOW LATE IN THE DAY I'M POSTING THIS!] Thank you to @digisecretsanta and @sluggybasson107 as always for hosting! 💕

Running Late

Word Count: 991 | Universe: Adventure [02] x Savers Crossover (slight Xros Wars reference) | Characters: Daisuke Motomiya, V-mon, Masaru Daimon | Dedicated to nsdrawsstuff

It was a Christmas like any other, but also extraordinary in its own way, because wasn't every Christmas spent with Digimon extraordinary?

Though he and the others had been planning their get-together for months, Daisuke had been so busy he'd kept pushing off his task. Takeru had even teased him about it the other day, asking if he'd gotten the food yet for their fête. "Of course I did," Daisuke scoffed, setting down his water glass a little more forcefully than necessary. "Who d'you think I am?"

"You," Ken had replied smoothly, coolly, even, not a hint of malice in the words. Just the truth.

Well, they were both right, dammit.

Daisuke glanced at the clock. Okay. He only had a few more minutes of his shift left. Then he could go run out for some snacks. Surely there would still be some left somewhere, right?

V-mon poked his head over the counter. "How much longer?"

"Just a few more minutes, buddy! Then we can go get the grub." As if he didn't already work in a restaurant. With plenty of food.

"Daisuke! Mind bussing that table? You can call it a day after that." His manager poked his head into the kitchen, nodding to a table that had only recently been vacated. Daisuke grinned and nodded, turning off the stove in front of him.

Was it fair to say he was practically sprinting to bus the table? Yes. So was it completely expected that he would bump into someone while he did so? Also yes. The unfortunate part of the encounter, however, was that he was holding a pile of plates, and he nearly dropped all of them. As he fumbled with the Leaning Tower of Plate, he spun to apologize to the person he'd bumped into. In the nick of time, he regained his balance. Bonus! "Sorry about that! I wasn't looking."

"No problem, man. Don't sweat it," the guy said, waving. "Be careful!"

Daisuke paused and watched the man leave the restaurant. Shaggy brown hair, dog tags, wristbands… he looked familiar. Or, at the very least, he almost seemed like some alternate version of Taichi. Back when they were kids, at least. But that could be true of just about anyone, right?

Then again, he was a Chosen Child. Coincidences weren't something to be taken lightly.

He didn't have time for this! If it was something to worry about, something else would happen. That was usually the way these things went in his life. Right now, he had a mission. And that mission was to get snacks!

V-mon paced dutifully behind him as Daisuke hurried down the street, scanning for a convenience store that would still have the types of snacks that his friends liked. And that the Digimon liked. That was the most important part, because obviously the Digimon would be eating more than half of the food.

Finally! One appeared in front of him, almost by magic (though he knew there was no such thing, unless Digimon counted), and he hurried inside. His breath fogged in front of his face as he released it, but the convenience store was fairly warm. V-mon did a full body shake, almost like a dog, stomping his feet to regain feeling. Daisuke was constantly reminded that shoes were a blessing whenever he had his partner with him.

A cursory glance at the store revealed low stocks of the kinds of chips and cookies he was looking for, but that didn't deter him. There had to be something.

Times like this, it was helpful for one to have a Digimon partner. V-mon reached further back on the lower shelves for the last of the party-size sour cream and onion chips. Now as for barbeque…

"Ah, I bet you're looking for this. Here, I grabbed two."

Daisuke looked up from his position kneeling on the floor, instantly recognizing the guy he'd bumped into earlier. "Hey, you're—"

"The one you nearly ran over? Yeah, I am." The man held out a hand, and Daisuke gripped it in his own, allowing himself to be helped to his feet. "You look like you're in a bind. Got a party or something?"

"Yeah, I said I'd get snacks, but you know… work and stuff…" Daisuke rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

The guy just nodded in understanding. "Been there. Bet you got a friend who gives you crap for it, even if he's not harsh about it?"

"In their own ways, they all do. But yeah, I got two of them."

"Ha, nice. Well, hopefully they like barbeque." With a smile, the man handed him the barbeque chips.

"Thanks." Daisuke smiled down at the chips, knowing that the Digimon (especially V-mon) would love them. When he looked up, the stranger was leaving. "Wait, at least tell me your name! If I run into you again, I'd love to repay you."

"I'm going out of town soon, so I don't think you'll see me again. But, for what it's worth, Masaru. See you around, Daisuke."

"Masaru." That name sounded familiar, kind of like how he looked like someone he'd seen before. At least, the sound of his name fit in his mouth in a way that meant he'd used it before. Right…?

Wait, but how did he know his name?

Before he could ask, Masaru was gone.

"That was strange," V-mon said, scratching his cheek with a claw.

"You're pretty strange, too, buddy," Daisuke pointed out with a playful smile, trying to shake off the swirling questions. He could ask Koushiro or Taichi or someone about this later—right now, he had snacks to obtain! "Now let's go look at the cookies."

Though he didn't run into Masaru a third time, Daisuke couldn't help but wonder if he was having as merry of a Christmas as he and the others were. Maybe he'd see him the next time he was running late with something.

Extraordinary Christmas indeed.

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