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DRABBLE: YOU'RE NOT WEARING ANY PANTIES (18+) (ONE PIECE) (For Black!Fem!Readers)

Writer's Note: I was watching One Piece & came up with this. Please enjoy! -Jazz

Warnings: Reader is mentioned as having thick thighs and ass w/ brown labia

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LUFFY 

This man is downright confused. 

He doesn't even realize that you did this on purpose to get him riled up. Luffy was never the one to successfully be seduced though. You could stand naked in front of him and tell him to fuck you, and he’d still wouldn’t get it. When the man gets horny, it’s at the most random of times, like when you’re sunbathing with Name or reading a book. 

You figured you’d at least give it a shot though. It starts when you two are lounging in your bed in the girls’ cabins across the ship, chomping on some watermelon and honeydew as an afternoon snack. With your feet in his lap, you go to pluck the last piece of watermelon out of the bowl between you, but his whine of protest stops you. “What, Luffy?” you sigh. 

Luffy stares at you with big, pitiful eyes, begging you not to eat it. You do your best to keep your eyes on his instead of his toned upper torso and X-shaped scar that peaks beneath the flaps of his red vest. “Pleeeease, Y/N?” he whines. “It’s so good! I didn’t even eat that much!” 

You scoff, wondering if he’s serious. “Luffy, boy, you almost ate the entire bowl!” you argue. “I had to slap you on the head to stop you from eating everything!” You go to pop the watermelon into your mouth, but Luffy’s arm extending and slithering across the bed toward you stops you. 

“No, Luffy!” you protest, but you’re cut off with laughter as he begins tickling your side. The captain laughs at your torture, tickling you senselessly until you drop the watermelon on the ground.

By now, he isn’t paying attention to it though. He jumps on top of you, his fingers moving furiously across your sides and stomach much to your dismay. “L-Luffy, stop!” you gasp. “I-I can’t…b-breathe!” 

“Huh?” he teasingly asks. “Sorry, Y/N, but I can’t hear you over the sound of your laughter!” His hands then move down to tickle your legs, but he doesn’t count on accidentally flipping your sundress up to reveal your bare pussy to him. 

His fingers pause as he stares in confusion down below your stomach. You begin to grow hot with embarrassment, realizing what has happened, but also hopeful that this lighthearted moment shifts. For a minute, Luffy is completely silent and you can see the gears turning in that head. “Uh…Y/N?” he innocently questions. “Why aren't you wearing any underwear?” 

The room suddenly grows hot and heavy as you lay there on your back with your boyfriend staring down at your pussy. “Um,” you hum, “w-well–“ 

“Did you lose ‘em in the laundry room?” he interjects. “Did they end up in the sea? Why didn't you tell me? I would’ve gotten 'em for you!” 

“No, Luffy–“ 

“Or did you take ‘em off ‘cause it’s so hot today? Doesn’t that feel kinda weird? Or does it make you feel cool? Maybe I should try that too ‘cause sometimes I get–“ 

“Luffy!” you exclaim, stopping him short. “I didn’t take them off ‘cause of any of that.” He stares blankly at you, waiting for you to continue to explain the method to your madness. You clear your throat, feeling more embarrassed because of his cluelessness. “I did it to seduce you,” you softly reply.

Again, he just blinks at you. “You know,” you sigh, knowing damn well he doesn’t. “You have easy access to me now for…you know…play with me.” 

Then, finally, a lightbulb flickers in Luffy’s eyes. “Oh!” he giggles, realizing what you mean. “You mean for sex? I can fuck you without worrying about your panties now?” He practically yells this shit, by the way, which means anyone on the ship definitely heard. 

You facepalm yourself, groaning. “This was a bad idea,” you lament. Luffy is suddenly moving to hike your thighs over his shoulders, his entire demeanor changed. You squeak in surprise as he looks up at you from between your legs, a mischievous yet sexy look in his eyes. “You want me to fuck you, Y/N?” he hums. “All you had to do was tell your captain so.” 

When he finally eats your pussy and fucks you into the mattress for nearly an hour until you have four orgasms, leaving your body twitching and your pussy filled to the brim with his cum, you realize that maybe you should go without undies more often. 

ZORO 

To say he isn’t pleased isn’t enough to describe what Zoro is feeling. 

He knew something was off when he saw your asscheeks jumping a little too much when you walked around the ship today. He noticed immediately when you went into the kitchen to help Sanji with breakfast to which he eyed the blonde down for staring at you in your pretty little sundress. 

But then you bent over the counter a little too far, luckily without Sanji watching, to reach for a glass for your iced coffee. There, he saw it: a sliver of those bare cheeks that he dreams about smacking and lays on as pillows just because they’re so plump and pillowy soft. As the hem of your dress rose over your thighs, his eyes widened at your ass and the crevice of your thighs where your bare pussy lied in wait for him. 

When you finally got your glass, you peeked over your shoulder at him, your eyes meeting his. And then you laughed. You laughed. It was small, light, and sexy, but just as wicked. Zoro gripped his fork so tight that he nearly snapped it. ‘Oh, this little brat,’ he thought. You were gonna get it later. 

So when he finds you reading a book and lounging in the sun moments later while the crew is doing their own thing, he wastes no time discussing these important matters with you. He stands in front of your view of the sun, becoming a big, hunky eclipse. You stare up at him from behind your sunglasses. “Yes?” you ask innocently as if you’re not wearing panties under your dress right now. 

“You wanna tell me what the fuck you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice barely above a growl. You stare up at him, confused. “Uh...reading and sunbathing?” you suggest as an answer. You offer your book to him, showing him. 

You don’t expect him to pluck the book from your hand and toss it to the side. “Not that,” he impatiently replies. “I mean the fact that you’re goin’ commando today.” You raise an eyebrow at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Zo,” you lightly laugh. But he sees the playfulness in your smile. You’re trying to tease him to get what you want. 

Lucky for you, he’s on your type of time today and is more than happy to give it to you. 

That’s when you find yourself in his room, bent over his bed and his thick cock stuffed deep in your wet pussy that he is quickly turning into a gushy mess with how fast and hard he is fucking you. With every slap of his balls against your clit, his hands grip your hips and your voice rings out in moans against his bedroom walls. “Z-Zoro!” you whine, your face in his pillow. “Slow down or I’m gonna cum too quick!” 

He feels you squirming about, but holds you firmly by your hips, even giving you a sharp spank on your jiggly ass. “Nah, baby,” he hoarsely says. “Stop runnin’ from me. You begged for this shit, and now you’re gonna take it, you little brat.” 

He leans over to press a chaste kiss to your ear, making you pitifully whine into his pillow as your ass bounces off of his cock. “I’m curious though,” he whispers. What made you suddenly decide to flash your pussy for all of our crew members today, huh?” His hand moves to roughly grip your ass, toying with the soft flesh. “I know you know I noticed,” he growls. “What, you want Sanji and Brooke to get an eyeful of what’s mine, huh?” 

With no answer, he spanks you again, drawing a whine out of you. “Huh?” he bellows, his voice bouncing off of his bedroom walls. 

“No!” you sob, gripping the sheets beneath you. “No, Zorro, I promise I’m yours! I-I just wanted to tease you! I’m sorry!” The rest of your words turn into whines and sobs of pleasure as he continues to fuck you sore, plunging his cock deep into your pussy until you’re screaming for release. 

Guess you got what you wanted, right? 

SANJI 

Sanji is BIG HORNY. Don't even try to play with him like that. 

It is just a simple morning that turns into something else entirely when you wake at the crack of dawn to find your bed empty. The spot where your boyfriend once was laying is still warm, meaning he hasn’t been away all that long. 

You get up and put on an halter aquamarine-blue dress that is shows off the curve of your back and stops at the tops of your thighs, giving just a little peek of the bottom of your ass. It’s one of Sanji’s favorites. Anytime you wear it, he either has a major nosebleed or gives you a blush-worthy compliment and then has a major nosebleed. It also gives him the perfect access to your panties…only this time, you leave them in your drawer. 

With a smirk playing on your lips, you walk out of the girls’ cabin to the ship’s kitchen where you find your man and the crew’s chef cooking up some breakfast. He hums a tune as a cigarette dangles from his lips as his hands multitask between cracking an egg with one hand and flipping over some bacon in a pan with the other. Sanji has always been great with his hands. You should know––he’s used them on you many, many times. 

You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his toned body. “Good morning,” you softly say, ruining his concentration in the best possible way. He looks over his shoulder, smiling down at you. “Good morning, my love,” he coos, taking his cig out to press a kiss to your forehead. “Did I wake you, baby?” 

You lean against the counter, admiring his biceps, veiny hands, and his toned body beneath his apron and wrinkled shirt that he hastily tossed on earlier. You want him. Now. “You know I can’t sleep without you near me,” you reply, your voice airy and soft. 

Sanji doesn’t quite catch on to your tone, but presses a hand to his heart, touched at your sweetness. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing ever?” he tuts. “Well, I’ll make sure to make up for leaving your bed with an amazing breakfast from yours truly! Here, pass me the blueberries so I can make this pancake batter.” 

You turn around, looking at the carton of blueberries. “These here?” you ask. 

“Yeah, right–“ Sanji’s sentence takes an abrupt pause when you suddenly lean over the counter next to him to get the blueberries. As you do, your dress rides up, giving him an eyeful of your luscious, bare ass. You smirk at his silence, realizing that your plan to seduce him worked…as usual. It doesn’t take much to make Sanji incredibly horny. You could simply smile at him and he’s ready to eat your pussy for days. 

You turn around to face him, your dress dropping back down against your hips. “Here you go, honey,” you coo, passing him the carton. He takes it from you, eyes wide and mouth parted, his cigarette falling to the floor at his feet. You giggle, teasingly toying with the hem of your dress. “What’s the matter, honey?” you tease. “You like this?” 

Sanji’s eyes follow your hands and the hem of your dress that continues to lift up, showing him a little of your skin each time. “Uh-huh,” he dumbly answers. 

“You know, we’ve got some time until the others wake up,” you purr. “And you’ve got easier access now.” You lift your dress up the rest of the way, revealing your naked pussy to him. “Wanna take advantage?” you ask, a sexy glint in your eye. 

You swear that Sanji has never had a more violent nosebleed. That shit gushes everywhere, but luckily not on the food or on you. It drips all over his clothes, his pretty apron, and the floor below, making you squeak in shock as you jump onto a chair to avoid getting wet. When poor Luffy and Usopp enter the kitchen seconds later, they slip and slide all over the blood, knocking into each other and falling out on the floor. 

It’s hilariously embarrassing on Sanji’s part, especially when you help him mop up the floor. But you think it’s flattering that your boyfriend finds you so attractive. 

He shows you just how much hours later when the crew is eating breakfast in the other room while he has you bent over the counter and his cock stroking the walls of your pussy, nice and slow. “You’re so sexy, baby,” he groans, your soft moans filling the kitchen. “I don’t deserve you. You know that, right?” 

The only answer you can give him is clenching around his thick, curved cock and creaming all over it minutes later. 

USOPP 

Usopp is truly a special case. You think you just about killed him when he realizes you’re completely naked under your skirt. 

You’re just fooling around in his tinkering room under the ship’s floors, dancing to his playlist that he has set specifically for his tinkering and inventing process. You twirl around in your flowery mini skirt and white crop top while your man crouches over a table, focusing on working a gear into some new contraption he’s working on. 

You hear him sigh from his post, exhaustedly so. “Y/N?” he asks. You twirl towards him, your eyes trailing along his back muscles flexing under his white white beater and brown skin tanned even more from the sun. “Hm?" you hum, still swaying to the music. 

“If you’re not gonna help me, what are you doing down here?” he asks, but not unkindly. Kind of in that way where you’re fed up with your lover’s antics, but you secretly love them. “Just to dance to my music?” 

“It’s not my fault you’ve got excellent music taste,” you giggle, moving towards him. You wrap his arms around him from the back, pressing a kiss to his broad shoulder. “C’mon, dance with me.” He groans in protest, his hands covering yours. “You know I don’t dance, sweetheart, especially when I’m in my zone.” 

You cluck your tongue indifferently. “You’ve been in your zone for hours now!” you argue. “Just to one song.” You begin to sway, forcing him to sway with you. You lay your hands flat against the hard planes of his chest, feeling his heart beating against your fingertips.

“Pwease?” you plea, making your voice soft and high-pitched. Usopp once again groans, but sways with you anyway, moving away from the table to turn his entire attention on you. You release him, allowing him to turn around and face you, a smile playing on his pink lips that you just love to kiss. 

You take his hands into yours and begin moving your feet anywhere the beat takes you, leading him towards you and back again. He begins to laugh along with you, moving his feet in his boots and his legs in those baggy, yellow overalls that you’re itching to get off. There’s just something about him being down here, so completely in his element with his skin glinting in sweat and motor oil streaks on his face. 

He surprises you by suddenly taking your hand and twirling you around, making your skirt billow around you. You giggle as you spin and come to a halt with your back to his front. You lean your head back into his chest, humming appreciatively at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands gliding down your sides to your hips and accidentally slipping under your skirt. “Oh, sorry!” he gasps. "Your skirt was still up and…” His sentence takes a pause, making you smile. 

“Everything okay, Usie?” you ask, using the pet name you gave him on him. You turn around to face him, finding him gaping down at your skirt. “Uh,” he breathes. “W-Wha…why…why aren’t you…underwear?” 

You nearly laugh at his stutters and gobsmacked expression. “You like it?” you giggle, toying with your skirt. “I figured it’d get you away from your tinkering for a minute.” 

You lift your skirt up, revealing your bare pussy and tan lines from the sun to him. His brown eyes nearly bug out of his skull at the erotic sight. The man is totally frozen, barely moving a muscle…except for the one down under which has begun to make its appearance, protruding from beneath his pants. 

“So you wanna take a break with me, Usie?” you purr, smirking up at him. You press a hand to his chest to feel him up, but as you do, Usopp teeters backwards and falls flat onto his back. “Usopp?!” you shriek, alarmed. You crouch down beside him immediately, checking for any damage. “Are you alright?” 

Usopp stares up at you, his eyes wide like he just saw the entire Grand Blue beneath your skirt. “Y-Yes,” he croaks out. “To the break, not if I’m alright.” You sigh in relief, shaking your head at your idiot boyfriend. 

But he makes up for it by fucking you silly against his tinkering table minutes later and making you cum all over his thick cock. 

SHANKS 

“You wanna get fucked?” 

That’s the question Shanks asks you when his hand slides a little too far down your backside and finds that your skin is completely smooth. Too smooth. Usually, he’d feel the rough edges of your lace panties or a thong if you’re feeling frisky. But tonight, there is nothing. 

He should’ve known something was up. When he was walking behind you tonight to go to the bar with the crew. Your ass was jumping way too much! Not that he minded because his crew and every other male in here knew better than to look at you in such a way, but he couldn’t pop a hard-on in front of his crew mates. It was quite embarrassing. 

And now you have the gall to act like you have no idea what he’s talking about. “What, boy?” you snort, shoving at his chest. “C’mon, we’re not even back at the ship or at a hotel.” 

You go to scoot over, but the booth you're sitting in only allows you to go so far. Shanks is sitting with you thigh to thigh, hip to hip, with one arm slung around the back of the booth. Something about being protective of you. Though you like it, him being so close is starting to make you hot combined with the alcohol traveling through your body. 

Like clockwork, Shanks follows you, scooting even closer to you and not allowing you any kind of personal space. You can see that he is tipsy, his cheeks and ears flushed pink and a hooded look in his eyes. “Shit, baby,” he chuckles, “all you had to do was say that. We can leave right now and go to a bed ’n breakfast right down the way.” His hand moves from your back to your knee, squeezing it. “You didn’t have to go commando tonight, though I appreciate the gesture.” 

His hand begins to scoot up to your thigh, squeezing the thick, juicy flesh there. You can feel your body temperature rising as his hand gets dangerously close to your pussy as he sneaks it underneath your skirt. “So what made you wanna lose the panties tonight, baby doll?” he whispers, his lips at your ear. He smells of whiskey and mint gum––a combo you have come to love. 

The sound of a bottle shattering and a roar of laughter makes you realize that you’re still in public. “S-Shanks,” you stutter, gulping. You go to move his hand, but he grabs your wrist, stopping you. 

“Uh-uh, baby,” he tuts. “Can’t decide you don’t want it now. You’re the one who came off the ship without your undies.” Your breath hitches as he releases your hand and goes back to scoot his up your skirt until his fingers begin sneaking between your thick thighs. “Tell me, baby doll: what was your plan tonight? To make me so hard that I bend you over this table and fuck you in front of all of the nice folks at this bar?” 

His naughty question and raspy voice in your ear makes you pathetically whimper. You then feel his fingers begin to play with your pussy lips, making you bite your lip. His other hand moves to the back of your neck to tug lightly on your hair, drawing a moan out of you. “I need an answer,” he growls. “Or I’ll make you cum right here. Don’t try me.” 

Through quivering lips and hitched breaths, you answer him. “N-No,” you whimper. “I just felt sexy tonight and I wanted to tease you.” You have to clench your teeth to avoid moaning as he begins to play with your clit, coaxing your legs open a bit to watch his fingers toy with the brown hood. 

“Well, little lady,” he chuckles, “consider me teased.” He leans in and presses a rough, whiskey-soaked kiss to your quivering lips before pulling away. “So now let me give you what you’re after.” 

That’s how you find yourself up against the wall of a bathroom stall in the bar with Shanks’ hips furiously thrusting as he pounds his cock deep into your needy, wet pussy, giving you no choice but to clench around him. Your legs are wrapped around him, one hand gripping his shoulder while the other is running through his red hair, your moans ringing out above the bar’s ruckus. 

“This is what you wanted, right?” he huffs into your ear. “You wanted to be my little slut tonight?” He fucks you harder, faster, getting you both closer and closer to your explosive orgasm of the night. “Cum for me,” he demands. “Be a good girl and cum around your captain’s cock, baby doll.” 

And you do. You don’t have a choice but to do so. And when he finally cums deep inside of you, he makes sure you give you enough so it’s dripping down your thighs when you walk out of the bathroom minutes later, Shanks laughing while you’re an embarrassed, fucked-out mess. 

ACE

“Girl, don’t play with me,” he firmly says. “I mean it.” 

You blink at him, confused for a moment. all you're doing is sitting cross-legged next to him, sipping on your cocktail, looking cute and absolutely scrumptious in your yellow mini dress that brings out the color of your skin and the deep brown of your eyes. Ace has been telling you that you look like the prettiest sun he's ever seen ever since you stepped out to join him at the club. 

“What?” you ask. “All I’m doing is sitting here.” Ace eyes you from beneath his hat, his eyes trailing down to your thighs. “Yeah, without somethin’ underneath,” he replies. Your heartbeat jumps when you realize he’s caught on. “What?” he chuckles. “You think I wouldn’t notice when I can see that ass?” 

And he can. From his angle, he has a clear view of your bottom cheeks as you sit with your legs crossed. “Maybe I was just hot,” you argue, holding back a playful smile. “There has been a heatwave for a couple of days. Plus, it makes me cooler.” 

“Cooler, hm?” Ace scoots closer to you, his hand sliding up your bare thigh. “Don’t get too cool now, darlin’,” he whispers in your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down your spine. “I need you hot and bothered for this next part.” 

That’s when his hand begins to slide between your thighs, coaxing them open to reveal a sliver of your shaved, bare pussy to him. “Fuck,” he hisses, ogling at your sex. His reaction makes you flush, the idea of doing something so naughty in such a public place enticing you so. “So now what?” you purr. “You just gonna stare at it? As flattered as I am, I– oh, fuck!” 

A gasp escapes you as you feel your boyfriend’s fingers begin to toy with your pussy, his thumb gently rubbing your clit. Right there in the club booth! “Hm, you’re already wet for me, mama,” he appreciatively hums, watching your face intently for your reactions. “Were you this wet when you were changing earlier, thinkin’ about me doin’ this?” 

“Ace,” you whisper, your eyes leaving his to assess the club. Luckily, everyone is too busy dancing and drinking to notice your boyfriend playing with your pussy, but the idea that someone could see turns you on even more. “Don’t be shy,” he chuckles, an evil glint in his eye. “You can let that voice out more. The music is loud enough.” 

He begins to press his finger very lightly against your entrance and you’d just about cry out in pleasure if it wasn’t for his little brother dancing up to them to the reggaeton beat playing from the speakers above. “What are you guys sittin’ down for?!” Luffy yells, drunk with his hat tipped sideways and those hips moving. “C’mon and dance with me! The music is great!”

You try to move away from Ace, but his finger sinking into your pussy stops you. You have to bite your lip to keep from moaning as he begins to slowly and torturously finger fuck your cunt, gliding against the underside of your clit as he does so. “Oh, we’ll be there,” Ace reassures his brother with a smile. “Right, Y/N? You love this type of music.” 

You can barely breathe, let alone speak. Fortunately, Luffy is dancing away to join his crew on the floor, leaving you and Ace alone. You turn to him, glaring daggers at him. “I fucking hate you,” you growl. 

Ace chuckles as he starts to thumb your clit, emitting soft moans from your lips. “I love you too, mama,” he coos, kissing your neck. “I’ll treat you to a dance after I make you cum, m’kay?” 

And he does both: he makes you cum on his fingers right under the table and buys you a pretty drink to go with a pretty girl like you. 

LAW 

He is befuddled. Confused. And completely alarmed. 

Because why the fuck are you just walking around his ship with no panties on? He realizes this when you first come sauntering into his bed chambers one night and sit in his lap. He’s at his desk, looking over a map and circling some hotspots to stop at for food and supplies. “Hey,” you coo, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleep?” he grumbles, doing his best to not admire you in your pink mini dress with the flowers printed on it and how the hem stops at your thighs. “We pull into port come dawn.” 

You hum in acknowledgement. “I know, but you’ve been sitting here almost all day. And plus, I need you in order to sleep.” You lean in to kiss along his thick neck and shoulders, cooing softly as you do. The scent of your perfume and your soft voice in his ear are enough to make him bust, but alas, he has work to do. “Well, try,” he deadpans, giving your thigh a pinch. “Now c’mon, I have work to do. I’ll be there in a bit.” 

You whine in protest, wiggling around in his lap and causing his cock to stir. “But you said that an hour ago!” you argue with a pout of your soft, glossy lips. “Come on, Law, snuggle with me!” But when he gives you one of those stern looks, you sigh and scoot off of his lap to sit on his bed, pouty and mad. 

He’s supposed to go back to his work. Keyword: supposed to. But all of that goes out the window as he watches you lean back and open your legs in the mirror behind his desk that faces you. Your eyes stay posted to his as you do so, the hem of your dress riding up to reveal your naked thighs and ass. “Da hell?” he asks, confused. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask innocently, even as your thighs slowly move apart. Law swears he nearly has a heart attack when he realizes that there is nothing covering your pussy, revealing all of you to him. “Where the fuck are your panties?” he asks, glaring at the sight. 

“It was hot today,” you answer simply. “So I went without.” You lean back farther onto your hands, causing your dress to ride up onto your naked stomach. Law can't take his eyes off of your pussy though. It looks so pretty; so brown; so delectable.

“Were you just…walkin’ around like that all day?” he asks barely above a growl. “Without any panties?” He doesn't realize that he’s gripping the map until he hears a slight tear in the paper that makes him stop. 

You shoot him a scowl. “Why do you care?” you retort. “You weren’t payin’ any attention to me, so don’t act like you do now.” But obviously, you’re lying. You want him and you knew exactly how to get him. That’s why you made sure to skip out on wearing undies today. 

Nothing more comes out of Law except for groans and grunts of pleasure when he is on top of you minutes later, his clothes off and his hands gripping the hem of your dress as he fucks you in it. He has your legs up by your ears and his cock sunk deep into your pussy that makes such nice, squelching noises for him every time he thrusts into it.

“Now,” he huffs, staring down at your pretty face and jiggling titties, “any mouth you got for me now? Huh, little girl?” 

You don’t give him anything but a sob, your pretty face contorted in sheer pleasure as his cock strokes your insides. Law chuckles and sinks his two thick fingers into your mouth for you to suck on, right down to his knuckle tattoos.

“I didn't think so,” he groans. 

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[dmgloom]

@yamujiburo this is very much your fault that I had to make this at 4am, but here we are.

The hoot-hoot clock on the wall ticked away the early morning hours as Jessie sat up reading on the couch. It was one of those restless nights where her brain kept reminding her of her various screw-ups. Once, she would have channeled that energy into devising some new caper with James and Meowth, but now they were upstanding citizens- the boys assisting Sam with his research, and Jessie…

Well, here she was, reclined on a couch she helped pick out, living in the house she shared with her wife and her stepson. How much of a screw-up could she really be? Take that, brain.

She only caught herself smiling when it was startled from her face by an unexpected voice.

"Da- Jessie," Ash started from the hallway. "...do you have a minute?"

He called her Dad most of the time because she pretended to be annoyed by it and it was hilarious. To hear him use her name… maybe she had screwed up and the kiddo was about rain down thunderous judgement. Between Delia's cooking and her relative lack of activity- criminal or otherwise- she wasn't sure she was spry enough to go blasting off again.

…But looking at Ash framed in the doorway, she could tell that wasn't the case. He looked small - he was small- only a few years out from the grandest of his adventures when he was ten years old. But he always seemed larger than life, so full of spark and spunk and an eagerness… stuff she'd thought she'd lost long ago. In hindsight, she'd been jealous. But now he looked uncertain. Maybe even afraid.

"What's up, twerp?" She said it warmly- it'd became a term of endearment between them now, though she'd never say it in front of Delia. She folded her book closed and sat up, patting the seat on the couch beside her in invitation. Ash hesitated, looking for a moment like he wanted to flee, but then crossed the room and sat down next to her. "Ash… what's wrong?"

He was quiet for a long moment. Fidgeting with something in his fingers. One of his older badges, worn but well-maintained. A small, bright, multicolored flower turned over between his digits again and again as he gathered his words.

"Do you remember… Celadon City Gym?" He asked finally.

She thought for a moment. Gyms weren't usually her scene, though she'd definitely been to a few, and with Ash… ah. The fire. "Gosh we really bunged that one up. I'm glad no one got hurt." She leaned forward and grasp his arm in sudden realization, "Ash you could've been killed, I'm… I'm sorry."

He smiled and shook his head. "No, not that part. Though I'm glad you aren't blowing stuff up any more." His brief sunny smile slipped back into melancholy. "No I mean, before that. When you helped me get in. With the disguise."

"Oh! That!" Jessie said, relieved, "definitely rushed but some of our better work, if I do say so myself. What about it?"

"I just… nevermind, it's stupid." He moved to stand, but Jessie held him back by his arm.

"Whatever it is, it's not stupid," she said firmly. "Tell me." She relaxed her grip and smiled up at him what she hoped was reassuringly "Please? It'll be okay."

He hesitated again, searching her face for… something, before sitting back down. He ran his hand through his hair and sighed.

"Being Ashley… was fun," he said. "I thought it was just the excitement of sneaking in, and it was that, too but… I don't know, it was… easy?" He shook his head. "I think… I wanted to talk to you… and maybe James? I know he… uh… dresses up a lot. Or did." Ash flushed red as Jessie let him talk. She could tell he'd been thinking pretty hard about this- she was touched that he felt he could come to her, with this or indeed at all. She wasn't really sure where she stood with him most of the time, but now… she couldn't help but smile.

"James and I would be happy to talk about anything you wanted, Ash," she said. "I know it probably hasn't been easy- Pallet is kind of a backwater- and you're kind of a high-profile kid… Anyway, we're both here for you, I can wrangle the boys tomorrow and we can send Meowth off to run some errands, if that's what you want."

"Okay," he said. He seemed relieved already, if a bit still uncertain. "Do you think… do you think you could keep this a secret from Mom for now? I don't want to disappoint her."

Jessie gave him a sharp look. "Kiddo, your mother could never be disappointed in you. She almost broke up with me when I said that Riley kid had maybe filled out a bit better than you at the last Indigo awards ceremony." Ash chuckled and she smiled again. "But. I won't tell her if that's what you want. We can talk to her together, when you're ready, if that's what you want."

He nodded and she ruffled his hair. "Alright, get your butt in bed. It's… ouch, almost 4am."

He stood and walked toward the hall, toward his room. He paused in the doorway, filling it more than he had before, somehow.

"Thanks, Dad," he said, and smiled.

"Goodnight… Ashley." She winked. A bit of a nudge, perhaps, but his smile widened as he disappeared down the hall.

#Fanfic #delia x jessie #hanamusa #tagging it as pokemon feels weird #super rough #my writing

[bxnnywrites]

hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

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Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

#bunny writes #danny johnson #dbd #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #survivor!reader #fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher romance #slasher fic #100

[steve-faglan]

Cat // Mouse

Reader x Steve Raglan (William Afton)

TW: NON CON!! DUB CON!! DRUGGING!! HE'S MEAN!!!!!!!!!

SUMMARY: You get a job working for an old man you want to fuck. Are you misreading things? Where did that vibrator come from?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Is this considered a slow burn? It felt slow to write. It's supposed to be like will they? Won't they? But it's... Well yeah. Look at this gif??????? My PUSSSY????????

WORD COUNT: so many.

Daddy issues. At least, that's what they call it. That's what your ex screamed at you about before he left you in a state thousands of miles from the one you were raised in. He said it was because you made him feel immature; less than. But maybe he was. All he ever wanted to do was drink and play video games, you craved more.

After he left, you realized you'd have to get a better paying job to cover the portion of rent your ex was paying. You take a day to really let it settle in. You cry and drink an entire bottle of wine while watching Dirty Dancing, and then you schedule a meeting with a local career counselor.

You sigh as you hang up the phone. It's embarrassing to need a temp agency's help finding employment, but you're new to this area. You don't know anyone and you're barely sure where to start.

Your alarm blares throughout your room, startling you awake. You barely remember falling asleep at all, and somehow, it feels like you couldn't have possibly slept enough. You're sluggish and groggy, but you still find the energy to get ready for your interview. You're hoping a little extra effort will get you further in a small town like this, so you spend a little more time on your makeup before heading out of the house.

The drive across town to the agency is quick and easy. You pull into the parking lot and emerge from your car, shielding your eyes from the sun to read the rickety sign that's hanging on for dear life outside the building. You huff, unsure if this was the best place to go looking for higher-paying work. When you step inside the door, a petite old lady greets you with a smile. She points to an office down the hall and tells you to knock.

*Knock, knock, knock.*

You push the unlatched door open slightly and a warm voice invites you in.

"Come in, have a seat." The man instructs. You scan over his office. It's dated, and decorated with styles reminiscent of corporate America in the 80's. You read the name tag on his desk, Steve Raglan. You take a seat in one of the muted yellow chairs opposite Steve and await his introduction.

"Steve," he extends an arm over the desk and you shake his hand, telling him your name.

"Thanks for having me, Mr. Raglan. I'm new to town, well, new to the entire coast, really."

"Wow, a little far from home, aren't we?" Steve chuckles kindly, smiling with a tightly closed mouth, spreading his mustache across his lip.

"You have no idea," you laugh exhaustedly and Steve tilts his head as if he's pondering something, but he doesn't mention it. "Anyways, here's my resume. It's not much, but uh..." You hand him a folder with your work history document professionally stored inside. Steve happily takes the folder and begins to read through your papers.

Your resume is impressive. You're well educated with a strong work streak. Your work ethic stands out to him. He's reading through your accomplishments aloud, commending each one. You're unsure why, but his praise fills you with a very specific need. You crave more and something in you tells you that you'd do almost anything to get it.

"A course in robotic engineering?" Steve's voice sounds surprised. He looks up at you with raised eyebrows. A grin spreads across his bearded face. "Huh."

"Yeah, I actually took a few courses. I never did anything with it though."

"Do you remember a lot from those classes?" He sets the closed folder to the side and casually places other papers on top of it, distracting you enough to keep you from asking for it back.

"Oh, sure. Mostly coding, I guess." You shrug.

"Coding." He repeats to himself, nodding knowingly. He can think of a million places in this town that could use a smart, pretty little thing like you. A strained silence grows for just a moment before he speaks again. "Well, Y/N. I think I have an offer for you, but it's not much of a pay raise like you'd hoped."

"What is it?" You ask, hoping for at least a dollar difference.

"Did you see Mrs. Penneman out there?" Steve points in the direction of the kind old woman who greeted you.

"Mrs. Penneman?"

"She's at the front desk. She's retiring in exactly one week. That position will be open." He goes on to talk about the ways you could incorporate what you learned in your engineering classes as they switch from mostly paper to computers after Y2K.

"What's the pay like?" You ask, already knowing you plan to agree the second he stops talking.

"Not great, but!" He pauses for a moment. "Plenty of opportunities for overtime." Steve's not an idiot. He saw how looked when he was praising you. The way the red in your cheeks was flaming hot at the mere mention of you doing a good job. He knows what he's doing to you, and he loves it.

"Overtime?"

"Of course. Switching the entire employee records from paper to digital isn't an easy feat. It's going to take a lot of time you may not have during the work day. Does this suit you or should I keep looking?"

"Oh, uh," you hesitate. Steve stifles a grin as he watches your inner battle decide between being around him or possibly making more money. "Yes, that's perfect. Thank you, sir."

"Excellent. You start Monday." Steve ends the conversation abruptly. A jarring switch from friendly and conversational to busy and indifferent. It triggered something in you. A desperate need to get that warmth back.

"Right, okay. I'll... See you Monday." You leave the office, yearning. And Steve is well aware. He sits alone in his office, staring forward as he makes plans for you. He folds his hands together and rests his chin on them as he imagines the way he'll pick you apart like a toy. You're already so desperate for his approval, you've done the hard part for him.

Monday rolls around and you, of course, wake up a little early to get ready. Of course, you don't want to come off as desperate, so you're very tactful in the way you dress and present today, your first day. You've all but forgotten your ex was ever here, let alone the fact that you moved all the way to Hurricane, Utah for him.

Nervous, but good at hiding it, you walk into the building with a beaming false confidence. You're trying to remind yourself that while Steve is attractive and older and something mysterious about him draws you in, you're still here to work and you really can't let rent slip because homelessness is not an option when you're this far from your home state.

You brace yourself for what you assume will be an extremely long day, and you hope it is. Not only for the money but the view as well. When you walk up to the desk, Mrs. Penneman is nowhere to be found. All her belongings are missing from the desk, leaving a generic canvas of an office. You glance down the hall to Steve's open office door.

"Mr. Raglan?" You knock lightly on the door, stepping inside slowly so as not to intrude. He's not there. The entire building seems eerily empty. Just as you turn to leave his office, you run flat into a broad, solid figure. Steve. You stumble before finally falling backward. You sit on the floor for a moment, red-faced, but keeping your composure to the best of your ability.

"Someone's punctual." Steve extends a hand to you, helping you up to your feet.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Raglan. I couldn't find-"

"Mrs. Penneman decided an early retirement was in store. I'll be training you, if that's alright." Steve smirks, knowing he relieved his previous secretary of her duties early specifically to have this time working so closely with you. He dressed it up as a gift to her.

"Oh, okay. Of course. Where should I start?" You smile, awaiting instruction. You cling to every word he says, the guidance, the leadership. The way his dimples deepen when he smiles in the slightest. You become dependent on making him smile simply for this reason.

Steve sets you up for data entry and asks that you let him come check your work every so often to make sure things "meet his standards." You've never been more determined to do something perfectly in your life. With unbreakable focus, you start the first few tasks. You're mindful, double-checking, efficient, and fast.

"Mr, Raglan?" You appear like an angel in his doorway. He looks up from his papers and waits for you to continue. "I finished the first portion. Could you come check it for me?"

Steve smiles warmly as he stands to follow you to your desk. The warmth of his gaze melts you from your head to your pussy.

"This looks great, Y/N. Good job." He adds the last bit just to see the way your eyes shift and sparkle when he compliments you. He leaves you to do the rest of your work in peace, but he lingers a little longer in the hallway, watching you for a moment, carefully hidden from your view.

You pick up on the data entry rather quickly and finish the very last employee record by the end of your first week. When Steve comes to finalize the task, he grabs a chair and slides it next to yours so you can both look at the screen together. You're poised and collected by now, the initial lust seeming to die down after a week of seeing him every day. Though his words of approval still cause a knot to form in your stomach.

Steve picks up on your dwindling excitement and decides this is war. As the two of you sit next to each other, he carelessly allows his legs to take up more and more space. Normally a man's obliviousness in a situation like this would boil your blood, but when his thigh grazes yours so softly, you freeze. His touch lingers and he looks at you with half-lidded eyes. His face is dangerously close to yours. He leans in even closer, boldly placing his lips mere inches from your ear.

"You're a very impressive young woman. You know that?" His warm breath brushes against your ear, inviting a million little goosebumps across your skin. It takes everything in him not to chuckle at your visceral reaction. You're frozen, staring straight ahead, basking in the closeness to this man you desire so badly. A few moments pass and a light chuckle leaves his lips. Still ever so close, he speaks again. "Aren't you going to say anything?"

"S-sorry! Thank you, Mr. Raglan. Sorry," you nervously laugh, wishing so badly you could go back in time and rip the sticker off your forehead that says "Fuck me, Mr. Raglan."

"Don't mention it." He suddenly withdraws from your personal space, leaving you clinging to the dwindling body heat he's left behind. His tall figure towers over you, especially so when you're sat. He's gone just as quickly as he arrived and you can't help but feel perplexed. Was he not just coming on to you? Did you project all of that onto a perfectly normal interaction? He warps your reality without even touching you.

"What the fuck?" You question aloud to yourself. Your heart is racing. Your mind is constantly replaying the moment. His voice, his words, all of it.

The next day, it starts as any other. You're replaying the day before over and over again, just as you did when you shamelessly touched yourself last night. The sound of his voice so close to your ear, the way his leg brushed against yours. Just thinking about it feels like butterflies in your stomach.

"Good morning, Y/N." Steve walks right past you. You try to return the greeting, but you're cut off by the sound of his office door closing. He's frustrated, but you're not sure why. Disappointed, but not really the probing type, you decide to just get to work. Today was supposed to be the day he trained you for a "side project" utilizing your coding skills, but you're hesitant to ask about it while he's so visibly upset.

The day continues as usual, though it does seem to drag on a little longer for you when you don't get to stare at Steve. You're straightening up the waiting area, bent at the waist to fan out the magazines. When you stand, there's suddenly a tall figure behind you. Steve is pressing the entire front of his body directly against you. You involuntarily release a small gasp when you feel what you're sure is his half-hard cock pressed against your ass. Steve takes only a second to inhale your scent and feel himself pressed against you before he whispers in your ear once again.

"You're my secretary, not my maid." He steps away and you frown, still facing away from him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I've run out of things to do." You shrug and you turn.

"Out of things to do? Already?" He raises his eyebrows.

"Yes, sir." Your formality is adorable to him. And something about you calling him "sir" makes him hard just hearing it.

"Well," Steve steps closer to you now that you're facing him. He's so tall, towering over you, craning his neck to keep his eyes locked on yours. "You're such a good girl," there it is. His words make you shudder. There's no way he's fucking with you right now, right? Wrong. He once again creates a gap between the two of you.

"Good kid with a good head on your shoulders. Try not to overthink it." He smirks at your beet-red face and swiftly disappears to his office. You're becoming frustrated. It's as if by the time he walks away, you're so enthralled that you can't remember whether or not your degenerate, horny brain over-dramatized the memory. Angry and even a little embarrassed, you make your way back to your desk.

Steve sits in his office carefully listening to the sounds of your frustration. He loves the way you'd fall to your knees for him right now if he asked, but he likes fucking with you more. He hears you sigh away the sexual tension and he grins. Having this much power over someone like you. You're so smart and beautiful, what are you doing melting in his hands like that? His strong hand finds the growing bulge in his slacks, hoping to relieve any of the pressure he's been building up for the both of you.

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply through his teeth still palming himself, picturing you bound and gagged in front of him. Maybe that's why he's so insistent on teasing you instead of fucking you on his desk like he knows you dream about. Maybe he wants the chase, the restraint. You're too easy, he wants you to be scared.

At the end of the day, you decide to say "fuck it" and see what he'll do if you match his energy. He's grabbing his things to leave when you slip into his office and close the door behind you. You're shaking-nervous, your heart is pumping at an inhuman rate. You have no idea what your plan is until it happens.

"Mr. Raglan, can I ask you a question?" You make your way across the room, passing the boundary of the front of his desk, standing with him behind it. Steve tilts his head in a bemused expression.

"Y/N, feeling a little comfortable, are we?" His sarcastic question leaves you a little more unsure of yourself, and you take a step back. "Ask away." Steve smiles innocently.

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but..." You're shocked at how steady your voice is as you fall into this sultry character you've created for yourself. It's never failed you before. "I feel like there's something you're trying to tell me. It's not very subtle." You lean against the desk casually. "Am I wrong?"

"Oh, wow," Steve can't help but grin, but he quickly replaces it with a smug, sarcastic expression. "You must be the queen of subtly, right?" His snarky words catch you off guard. "No, dear. Sorry about any miscommunications on my part. See you tomorrow, Y/N."

Steve steps around you and walks out the door without another word. You're stunned silent and extremely embarrassed. You consider leaving a resignation letter on your desk and never coming back. Furious, you slam the door to your car and drive home. By the time you get to your driveway, you've calmed down and accepted that everything you thought he was doing was just your imagination.

You're still angry, unable to fully accept that you'd be that delusional, but who really knows? From then on, you put away your fantasies and focus on work and getting money set aside for rent. The next few days continue like normal, with no more "misunderstandings" or advances. Until... Steve reaches for a binder off a shelf behind your desk. As he slides in behind you where you stand, right behind your pushed-in computer chair, and reaches his long arm up to the shelf, his other arm searches for a surface to brace on. That surface is your pencil skirt-clad waist.

You gasp quietly, but you don't allow yourself to react any further. Steve has the binder in his hand, but he doesn't remove the other from your waist. He lingers, staring at the back of your head trying to read whatever emotion must be displayed on the other side. You're rigid, like you usually are when he pushes these boundaries, but he also senses your frustration and boredom. He can't help but chuckle as he steps away.

"Thank you, Y/N," he says, waving the binder as he walks away to his office. Did he even need the binder? No, probably not. You huff at your seat, officially deeming him untouchable. You decide he must just be a weird old man that doesn't understand personal space and you can accept that now that he's no longer the object of your desire.

This is what he wanted. Your indifference. It's all part of his plan. As the days continue and your attraction settles to dust, he waits for you to make a mistake, any mistake. To his surprise and perhaps even dismay, you're nearly perfect. Then finally, you accidentally double-book a client meeting that leaves someone jobless with no way to reschedule. You're horrified and apologizing left and right to the man who is more than understanding, making you feel worse.

The man finally leaves, with no job, and no meeting. You sit at your desk and mentally scold yourself for being so careless. The stress of the approaching deadline of your rent seems to be taking a larger toll on you than you realized. Steve's client meeting ends and he sends the temp on his way with high hopes. You wish him a good day and try to focus on your computer.

"Y/N, can I see you in my office?" Steve appears from nowhere in front of your desk. He moves so silently when he means to, it's unsettling. You shamefully look up from your work and nod, following him to his office. You both sit in the appropriate seats and he releases a sigh.

"I'm disappointed in you, Y/N." His opening statement crushes you. "That was a huge fuck up, was it not?" His voice is stern and the use of cursing lets you know this is not a formal scolding. You're in trouble.

"I-I know, but it's the first one I've ever made since I started, sir."

"So that means I should just forget about it, right?" He leans back in his chair, folding his hands in front of him. "A man can't feed his family because he doesn't know when he'll have a ride back here."

"I know, sir. I'm... I'm sorry." You sigh, eaten alive with guilt. "He was very kind."

"Did you deserve it?" He's angry.

"No." You look away from him.

"What was that?" He tilts his head, eyebrows still arched. You glance at him, confused for a moment.

"No... Sir." You add.

"I think you're getting too comfortable here, Y/N. 'It's not very subtle.'" he quotes you and your face ignites with blush.

"O-Of course, sir. I'm so embarrassed. I'm sorry."

"Well, don't be embarrassed. Do better." You nod and begin to stand to leave when he leans forward with a softer expression. "Coffee?"

"What?" You don't even mean to ask him to repeat himself, it was just such a jarring switch in tone.

"Coffee. I just made it." Steve stands and crosses the room to a little black coffee maker in his office that you'd never noticed before.

"Uh, sure." You accept, hoping the caffeine will give you some sort of drive to improve your current work performance. Steve pours you both a cup and passes one to you. They're the same cup, but his looks comically small in his large, nimble hands. You take a few sips of the hot, dark liquid and begin to feel light-headed.

Everything around you seems to melt away. You've completely disregarded where you are or why you might feel this way. You try to stand and you drop the still-full cup on the office floor. Steve watches it all leaning against the table across the room. He nonchalantly sips his coffee as he waits for you to collapse. Just as he planned, the minute you get to your feet, your knees buckle beneath you. You're out before you hit the floor.

"Look at this. Look how little you think of yourself the second you hear how disappointed I am." Steve chuckles as he lifts your unconscious body. You're bound and gagged in the back seat of his '79 Ford Fairmont as he makes his way to an undisclosed location. Yeah, that one.

You wake up with a deep, sharp gasp as if you'd been holding your breath the entire time. Your head is spinning and your vision is blurry as you try to scan your surroundings. It's a dank grey room littered with failed attempts at his "side project" he'd mentioned to you weeks ago. Crumpled endo-skeletons and half-built robot heads cover each corner while wires and bolts cover the rest. Your heart begins to race and you try to rise from the cold, metal table you reside on, only to find that your wrists and ankles are strapped in place with thick leather binds.

"What the fuck?" You mumble to yourself as you continue to try to wake up. "Hello?! Help! Help me, please!" You scream and thrash on the slab.

"They all say that, you know? They always scream for help as if anyone's coming." Steve slowly enters the door. His tie is loose along with a few buttons, and his sleeves are haphazardly shoved halfway up his arms. His normally carefully combed hair is disheveled and damp with sweat as if he'd been hard at work before entering this room.

"'They?'" You tremble, rattling the metal.

"Of course, you're the first for this type of venture, I guess. Normally I just skip to killing," he chuckles, removing his tie. You're in a state of shock, sheer disbelief. Hearing that last word sends you into hysterics.

"Please don't kill me, sir. I- I won't fuck up again, I promise. Please-"

"Shut. Up." Steve's stern voice cuts directly through your pleas. "I haven't decided yet."

Tears flow steadily down the sides of your face as he begins to grope you. His rough hands explore every inch of you. His calculated hands knowingly leave bruises on your tender skin.

"Please..." You whisper with your eyes tightly shut, afraid of every movement he makes.

"Sweetheart, if this part scares you, I'm not sure you're gonna survive what comes next." He's only inches from your ear as he whispers. Your body shudders with terrified sobs. The cries only get louder when you feel Steve cutting off your clothes. You're too afraid to fight him off, unsure of whether any injuries you may acquire would be accidental or not.

"Why are you doing this? I-I literally came on to you!" You try to find reason in his actions, mostly to distract yourself from the fact that you're completely exposed, the remnants of your clothes a tattered mess beneath you.

"Where's the fun..." he drags the tip of his knife softly from your ankle to your navel as he steps closer to your blushing face. "In that?" He continues, positioning the weapon to stab through your abdomen, should he press down with any effort at all. Goosebumps erupt over your skin. "Now, are you going to shut your fucking mouth or do I need to shut it for you?" He places a gentle hand on your cheek. You nod frantically, looking into his eyes. They look so calm.

You hate to admit it, but the way he touches you seems to attempt to dig up that insatiable attraction you felt for him not long ago. Your fantasies never ventured to this genre, but you used to dream of him making you orgasm. You're torn from that memory when you remember his admittance to murder and how you know that means you probably won't make it out of this room.

Steve places the knife to the side and slowly slips his middle finger inside you. You gasp, and he plunges away, growing rougher with each stride. He curls his knuckles and watches your face closely as your crying eyes roll back into your skull. You yank against your restraints, trying to squirm away from him, but he's ruthless.

"You're so... Peculiar, Y/N." He removes his fingers from you and cleans them of your undeniable arousal with a pocket handkerchief. "I almost caved when you confronted me in my office. So bold. It's been a riot just picking at you." Steve reaches a hand into a desk in this mysterious room and retrieves an unknown device. You gasp as he slips the small, cold object inside you.

"What are you-" your question is swiftly silenced by the small remote in Steve's hand activating a powerful vibration from the item in your pussy. His free hand rubs rhythmically up and down your clit, stimulating you further. Steve stares down at you as you melt away into pleasure, ashamed and silently begging for more. He's laughing at you, hovering his head over yours as you anxiously avoid eye contact.

"Look at me," he demands, but you can't. You shut your eyes. He releases a breathy chuckle and raises the intensity of the vibrating gadget. "Don't start enjoying yourself or I might have to really scare you." You don't want to know what that entails, so you force yourself to look into his soulless blue eyes. The eye contact deepens the red shade that washes over your cheeks and Steve shakes his head, laughing at you again.

"Why are you so embarrassed now? Would you still be this shy if I'd bent you over my desk like you wanted? You're so much tighter when you're scared." Steve abruptly removes the vibrating toy from between your legs. You whimper pathetically in the absence of stimulation. He leaves the room and returns with yet another machine. This one's larger, a box.

He places the box down between your legs, as close to your throbbing entrance as he can get it. The side of the box facing you is adorned with a hole housing a phallic shape made of soft, silicone material. Your heart is bound to give out at this pace. The box itself covers a mass of gears and wires, a motor to power the rod in and out of its destination. You.

"We'll start it out slowly for you, how's that?" Steve presses a button and the machine pushes into you, slipping in easily as your body clearly craves it. You whine and cry out in pain as the machine stretches you out, slowly boring in and out of you. "If this thing's too big for you, what makes you think you could've taken me?" He laughs as he leans against the desk and watches the mechanism fuck you out. Every so often, he increases the speed.

Finally, it's maxed out. You're squirming and wailing in overstimulated pleasure and pain.

"Please! Please, I can't take it- I can't-" your begs are ignored. Steve places a rough hand around your neck, carelessly cutting off your oxygen and blood flow while his other hand delicately flicks your clit. That's it, that sends you over the limit. You climax harder than you ever thought possible, drenching the machine that's still fucking into you as your body quivers. Steve allows you to breathe again and takes his sweet time powering down the penetration machine.

You're shaking. Your tear-stained face is frozen in a look of exhaustion. The last thing you're able to do is move or speak. Your breathing is a plethora of hitched coughs and gasps and you flinch at even the possibility of being touched again at all.

"I think you might be ready now." He unfastens your bindings and takes a step back to observe. You don't move at all, not a single muscle. The truth is, you can't, even if you wanted to. Steve smirks, pressing a foot-lever under the table that lowers you right down to his waist. Two powerful hands hook under your legs and pull you so your beaten hole is perfectly accessible to him. You cry out as he moves you.

"I-I can't, Steve. I-" Your nearly inaudible mumbles are knocked from your mouth as he lands a hard open palm slap across your face.

"You're going to." He makes quick work of his belt and quickly aligns himself with your entrance. At one point all you wanted from him was this, but now you'd rather be anywhere else. Your cheek is ablaze, covered with a spreading stinging sensation. You're too distracted by the pain to notice Steve rearing back. He slams into you at full force, throwing his head back in ecstasy.

"Nooo!" You whine, unsure of how much more your body can truly take.

"Fuck!" He's almost primal when he's inside you, digging his fingertips into your flesh like he intends to take it off your body. "After all of that, you're still so fucking tight."

He reaches to your breasts and roughly gropes at the delicate skin. Your weak hand tries to tug at his wrist, but he simply flicks you away like a pest, continuing the assault. He slams into you, hoping to do more harm than anything, smiling at your sobbing face. Your makeup is a smeared mess and your hair is in disarray from the way you fought back on the table. You look pathetic to him and he loves it.

"You want to be filled up, don't you sweetheart?" He huffs, slowly approaching his climax. Your eyes open wide and a new wave of fear and adrenaline shoots through you, but you're still too weak to manage. Steve easily pins your wrists by your shoulders and thrusts deeper and deeper, hooking his hips to temporarily reach the very limit of your cunt.

"Please don't! Mr. Raglan, please!" You beg between gasping sobs as you listen to his labored breaths become unsteady. His agonizing thrusts lose their rhythm and suddenly you can feel his thick erection twitching inside you, brushing your G spot and carrying you over the edge again as well. You didn't even think that would be possible at this point.

You and Steve ride out your highs. He continues to pump into you making a heinous sound as he fucks his cum deeper inside you. To his surprise, he remains hard, so he continues to rut into your destroyed pussy until his legs threaten to give out. Steve finishes inside you a second time, laughing as he watches your horrified face realize how full of him you are. He's taking his time pulling out of you, playing with your cum soaked clit until you finally pass out from exhaustion.

Steve releases a breathy laugh as he fastens his belt and collapses in a chair nearby. You're lying there, naked and dripping cum from your swollen, demolished pussy. He can't get enough of this view. His original plan was to just get rid of you when he was done here, why not? But this is too much fun for him. Maybe he needs a new pet.

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Part 5 - Catfish Steddie

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Eddie isn’t sure how many doubles he pulled in the past week, but he’s not too interested in counting, anyway. He just needs to keep himself busy. Just busy enough. 

He’s also trying to stay out of the house as much as he can because he can’t seem to find it in him to face Gareth. Not right now. 

Not when Gareth was fucking right. 

He didn’t say it to be mean, Edie knows it, but in all the time they’ve known each other, nerdy, weird Eddie was never the one to get the attention of guys built like a Greek god and Gareth had been wary of it from the beginning. 

Eddie couldn’t even get himself to tell him about the catfish because, in the end, he managed to get a date with Steve, and what Gareth didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, right? 

But the joke’s on Eddie because he’s the one who ended up hurt. 

So yeah, maybe he’s been doing that avoidance thing that annoyed Gareth ever since middle school when Eddie would pretend to not be interested in playing with Max Steel anymore just because he had broken Gareth’s favorite figure and couldn’t find a way to tell him. 

Eddie can be a real piece of work sometimes and he knows that all too well. Gareth knows it too and it is beyond Eddie to understand why does he still put up with his shit after so many years, but after some nasty fights where Gareth had to yell at Eddie to believe he fucking likes him and is definitely sticking around and that Eddie needs to drop that shitty way of acting, Eddie prefers not to say anything.

He’s also aware Gareth can tell something is up and that he’s on borrowed time but that’s for future Eddie to worry about. 

The good thing is that the bar keeps him busy. He's always making a drink or another, cleaning something up and when there are no clients, Eddie can just let the music take over. Let his brain swim in the blissfulness of loud, angry music. 

"Can I get a vodka soda?" Eddie is nodding before he even looks at the person, his body moving with the familiarity of the bar work. 

He grabs the vodka with one hand and twists it around just to show off. His other hand is already filling a glass with ice cubes. Then it's alcohol, measured to be sure, soda, and a half lime wedge at the rim of the glass. 

It's as easy as breathing and it feels good to do something that doesn't involve thinking. 

"Here you go," he slides the glass in front of his customer and it's the first time he looks at her. She has short, brown hair and is looking straight at Eddie, not moving to get her drink. 

"Thanks, Eddie."

He frowns for a second. Doesn't remember telling her his name. Doesn't remember seeing her before, but at the same time, her face looks familiar. 

"Did you need anything else?"

Maybe she asked for another drink and Eddie didn't hear. His mind isn't the most reliable lately, hence why he can't quite place where he knows her from. Maybe she's a regular at the bar and Eddie has just forgotten about it? 

"When's your break?" she asks and oh. Oh, no. Can't she tell Eddie would prefer to suck face with any one of the other patrons that aren't a woman? 

"Sorry. I don't, uh, mess around with paying customers," he says even though he followed a few cute boys out through the back door for sloppy hand-jobs and messy kisses. 

Her frown deepens and Eddie thinks maybe he offended her. He tried letting her down easy but maybe-

"Uh, first of all, gross. Second of all, I just want to talk. Please."

Something isn't adding up. "Do I know you?"

She offers her hand as if she's in an indie movie and she's the edgy main character. Eddie doesn't take it but it doesn't seem to bother her. 

"I thought you knew. I'm Robin Buckley. Steve's roommate."

Oh, fuck. 

x

Eddie feels like he needs a cigarette even though he hasn't smoked in ages. He tends to stay with just weed for most of the time, but this situation right now is so fucked up it calls for one. 

He wonders if he should tell her he's going to 7/11 to get one but he realizes he's just stalling. He doesn't particularly want to hear what she has to say but he couldn't find it in himself to say no. 

Steve tried calling a few times but he gave up once it was clear Eddie wasn't picking up the phone. He wonders if Steve sent her. 

"I have 15 minutes and I was really counting on a nap during my break so make this quick," his voice comes out harsher than usual and Eddie's not mad about it. Maybe if he can put on a hard front she and Steve will leave him alone. 

Eddie's brain has been trying to trick him into believing Steve really didn't have anything to do with the catfish thing, but it just doesn't add up. He spent way too many nights awake thinking about Steve laughing at his expense, at how dumb he was for falling for the thing not once but twice. 

He just wants to move on, forget all about Steve and about how stupid he was to fall for his game. 

"You're bitchier than I remember," she shakes her head as if she can't believe it and Eddie frowns again. He really doesn't remember her. "Guess you're just not that bitchy when it comes to pretty boys, huh."

It takes a second for Eddie's brain to get the message but then…

"You."

She nods and even though she sounds playful as if all of this is nothing more than a joke her face is pinched up. 

"Guilty. Sorry about that, by the way."

Now Eddie is sure Steve sent her and he really doesn't want to hear whatever excuse he has for this. He doesn't even understand what's their goal here. Do they want Eddie to forgive them just so they can feel better about themselves?

"Tell Steve I don't need any apologies. You both can just forget it and leave me alone."

He hopes he doesn't sound too pathetic because he sure feels like it. But Robin doesn't move, she just blinks at him. 

"Steve doesn't know I'm here."

Eddie huffs out a breath. He's getting annoyed at this conversation really fast. 

"Will you just say what it is that you want to say and leave me alone, then? I really need a nap."

"Steve doesn't know I'm here and he didn't know I was, uh, using his face to-"

"Catfish people."

"Is it considered catfishing if I had no intention of dating anyone?"

Eddie frowns. What the fuck is wrong with this girl? 

"Yes."

She closes her eyes and presses her hands to her face. "Shit. I'm fucking this up even more, aren't I? I'm not good at this."

Eddie is honestly so fucking done with her. He's confused and honestly a little angry at this person he doesn't know but thought it was ok to mess with his life for apparently no good reason. 

"Well, I'm gonna go."

Eddie pushes himself off the wall he was leaning on and is walking back to the bar when she calls for him. 

"Wait. Please. I'm sorry… I have this tendency to joke around whenever I'm feeling bad or uncomfortable. It's just a shitty defense mechanism that I kind of can't control."

He honestly wants to tell her to fuck off but at the same time… He gets it. He is the same, after all, and Gareth would probably call him out on his bullshit if he ever complained about it. He can hear what she has to say, at least. 

"Ok. Go on, but I desperately need a Slurpee and you're buying."

Slurpees beat cigarettes every day of the week, no doubt. 

x

Robin's story was… Kind of crazy if Eddie was being honest. He was still confused about some things because how the hell did her professor support that idea? 

"I knew it was a crazy thing I was doing. I thought it would be harmless but once I realized it wasn't it was a little too late to back down and he was all over my case."

Eddie clicks his tongue. "You should report him, you know."

She looks completely terrified. "I thought about it but it's probably going to spill all over me."

Eddie shrugged. "Maybe you deserve it."

Robin worried her lower lip in between her teeth. "Maybe I do."

"I'm not saying that to be an asshole, it's just the way things are. When I fuck up at work I have to deal with the consequences and it fucking sucks so maybe you just need to deal with yours. It's not going to be the end of the world."

Robin sighs loudly. She's clutching her blue Slurpee as if her life depends on it and Eddie wants to warn her that it's going to melt. They are both sitting on a bench outside the store and Eddie is probably already running late to get back to his shift but he thinks he needs to be here right now. 

Robin's explanation was not what he was expecting. She swore Steve had absolutely nothing to do with that and proceeded to tell him Steve wasn't even speaking to her anymore.

He still can't wrap his head around the whys. Robin doesn't seem like a psychopath so it makes no sense that she would do something like this. It's an asshole move, especially given she and Steve weren't even friends. But Eddie had been an asshole before. He has fucked up with people he loves and he doesn't think that makes him a bad person.

He doesn't think it makes Robin a bad person. She at least looks really ashamed. 

"Are you going to throw that Slurpee at me?" Robin asks when the silence gets too long. Eddie looks at her and she's joking. Or at least he thinks she is. 

"Would it make you feel better if I did?"

"Honestly? Maybe. I can deal with screaming and fighting and saying dumb shit to each other. It's harder when all he gives me is silence and blank stares. It's like I'm not even there anymore."

Yeah, Eddie has been there. It fucking sucks. 

"Sorry," she says. "I didn't come here to make you feel bad for me. I know I fucked up and you have no obligation in forgiving me but I thought you should know what happened. Steve…"

Eddie has no idea if he can afford thinking about Steve right now. He misses the hell out of him and if he's being honest he misses Robin, too. 

"I know. He didn't know about any of that but I think maybe… Maybe he won't want to hear from me after I shut him out, you know? Maybe he'll be better off forgetting this whole thing."

Robin finally drinks her Slurpee. It's probably all water now, Eddie thinks. She looks at him and there's a glint in her eyes. 

"I think I've never seen him that happy. When he was talking to you, I mean. He was always glued to his phone, a dumb smile on his face. It was kind of adorable, if you like cute puppies."

Eddie did have a soft spot for puppies. 

"It doesn't matter anyway. Like I said, I don't think he will want to hear from me. I think I offended him, too."

"But would you want to? Talk to him again?"

He thinks for a second but he nods before his brain even registers the question. There's this ache in his chest that tells him he's probably going to miss Steve forever if he never talk to him again. 

"Ok, good. Because I might have a plan."

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Hello, can i ask for sex pollen with Clavis?😳

Maybe you can 😳 My requests aren't open though... it would be very bad if I get inspired and write this on a whim!!

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

↬ 🌹 Clavis gives you a bouquet of some really special flowers.

Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Sex Pollen; Aphrodisiacs; Flowers; Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; thigh kink; Vaginal Sex; Multiple Orgasms; Creampie• wordcount: 2,325 • masterlist

"I already told you. Those are Rosa Lelouchiae. An extraordinary flower for an extraordinary woman."

Made-up etymology aside, you're surprised to see actual results born from Clavis' claims that he's making a new flower in his name especially for you. You're not sure what the process entails, but he did tell you he recently laid his hands on a special fertilizer that is supposed to enhance petal growth, color...even scent. From there on, he just tweaked the formula a little bit.

True, the bouquet looks like nothing you've seen before - resembling the roses you're familiar with, but only somewhat - and bright purple in color. You're far from excluding the idea that he might've gotten those from his many connections abroad, but for the sake of not disappointing him, you're going to will yourself to believe in your lover's skills.

"They're lovely. Thank you so much, darling!"

Clavis grins at the nickname, his teeth showing for a brief second before his smile grows wider and sweeter. "I hope the scent is to your liking."

Prompted to take another whiff, you flare your nostrils to let the scent engulf your senses... oh, that's better than some perfumes you've caught around here. And that speaks a lot when you're in the circles of nobility.

It's almost like it soothes your brain, the way smelling a hot cup of tea at the end of a tough day would work away the tension built in your temples until your brows are not unconsciously furrowed anymore... or like a harmonious melody that makes you stop in your tracks and listen because it pulls you off your thoughts.

"-of the pigmentation. Are you with me, dear?"

"Oh? Uh-huh, I was just... Those smell really well, Clavis! Here, hold them for me, please? I'll be right back."

You only hear his trademark laughter as you hurriedly cross the room to look for a vase, quickly picking yourself up after that strange spacing out you experienced. Maybe you're just tired.

When you return, Clavis is holding the bouquet close to his nose, his smile hidden behind the colorful paper they're wrapped in - and without the chance to judge it, you're unable to read his gaze that is holding yours. But it's strangely intense.

Before you can react, the vase slips from your hold and falls to the floor, shattering in a hundred pieces. With the sound still ringing in your ears, you panicky bend to pick them up, but a gloved hand coves yours before it can touch the sharp pieces.

"Watch out, you could hurt yourself. Are you alright, dear? Do you need to lie down? Your face seems red."

Does it now? It certainly feels like it, now that he mentioned. Your hands are remarkably colder when you touch your cheeks, and you approach the bed to take a seat. Somehow, even getting there troubles you, but it's not like you're out of breath. Your heart suddenly pumps up blood faster, but you get enough air, because your mouth has fallen open unintentionally to draw it in. It's when a quiet groan leaves it that you realize - and clutch your jaw shut.

"Lay down, easy now. Tell me what you're feeling."

Clavis' tone is concerned and you'd hate to make him worry, but it's also great that you have a lover who is knowledgeable in this department. You're sure it's a momentary thing, with pain being the last thing you're currently feeling.

"I'm just a little hot. Maybe after laying down for a while I'll feel better! Do you want to keep me company?"

It's a little sad, how this could've been the perfect little date, with your plans for today and all that. Though, you're positive it will still end in spending time with Clavis, one way or another. A little time made for lying down and then you could go about other activities. Or maybe he could lie down next to you.

Or maybe he could cuddle you, or something. You were dying to kiss him earlier when he gave you these pretty flowers. Why didn't you pull him in a kiss?

When was the last time you and Clavis had sex, actually? Why does it have to be a date outside the palace? Would it be that bad if he just got you naked and-

Where did those thoughts come from?!

"Here, let me."

You shriek and nearly jab at his hand when he starts unbuttoning the top buttons of your blouse. He looks at you with those wide amber eyes, utterly puzzled.

"You said you were hot, dear?"

Oh.

"Yes, that's better, thank you... wait, Clavis, are you okay?"

With the way he got on top of you for the sake of helping you out, his face is now close enough to make out the evident...blush that was spreading on it. Coupled with half-lidded eyes. It reminds you awfully lot about his state in the morning when he stays up late the previous night.

"Me? Well, I too feel a little hot, to be frank. Must be because of you, haha!"

Now that was such a bad lie, and he knows it. The fingers carding through his ashy purple locks ruin his perfectly combed hairstyle and make him look more of a mess. A hot mess.

"Mm?"

Did you say that out loud? The strange boldness taking shape within you tells you it's no big deal. On the next rising of your chest - that feels awfully restricted by the way, so you reach to undo one more button - your lungs fill with more of the strong scent of those mysterious flowers, and thus you're reminded of their existence. They were abandoned at the little decorative table by the window... you should probably attend to them soon. But you're rather distracted, especially now that Clavis shifts to a more comfortable position on top of you.

"I don't know about being a mess yet, my love, but I do agree that I'm hot - so, if you'd let me, I'll take a layer or two off."

"Two."

You giggle the second his expression turns surprised again, bringing the knuckle of your forefinger between your teeth in mischief. The man above you flashes a smirk and nods, as if you've dictated something wise and reasonable - and follows it.

"No fair, darling. Now you're more dressed than me."

You have no idea when Clavis took off his gloves too but you're playfully trying to prevent him from unbuttoning your blouse all the way, and you note that his hands are the same temperature as yours, as the fire from your face has spread all across your skin. You have to admit, the more naked you get, the better it feels, and you wiggle and try to get him to take it all off you.

He makes clothes disappear like a magician as you turn around in bed and raise your rear to make the process even faster when he gets to your underwear, taking a note about how good it feels where the cool bedsheets rub against your naked skin. The sensitive nubs at the top of your breasts are stimulated and perked up by the friction and you want more of it. But you know the man above you can give you much more than that and you don't even have to ask.

"Clavis, there you go burring your face between my thighs again! You wanted that as soon as you set foot inside my room, is that not right?"

With wet kisses pressed against the delicate skin of your inner left tight, Clavis has to halt the loving assault on the right one to answer you, starting with a troubled sigh but finishing it off with a hint of laughter. "You know me so well, how could I not think those filthy things when I have a lady like you by my side? Or maybe..."

His lust-hazed gaze clears up for a second as his mouth shuts, almost as if realizing something.

"So that's what that potion does. Hahaha. I should've known."

The way his eyes return from the random destination they landed on somewhere in the distance, to you, with that naughty glint in them sparkling stronger than before, you feel your core clench. Is that a normal reaction, again?

"What potion?"

"For my fertilizer. If my understanding is correct, the flowers I gave you have produced pollen that is... a bit more special. Bluntly said, it could have the effects of an aphrodisiac."

Aphrodisiac. Now that's... almost hard to believe, but also very believable at the same time, given the circumstances. You turn on your back again, not bothering to close your thighs. One look down between Clavis' legs confirms your suspicions. His brain is working surprisingly sharply for someone with a hard-on and under the influence of that pollen, you should give him credits for it.

"What do we do now? I feel like I'd go crazy if I don't..."

"Go on, finish that sentence for me."

You watch as Clavis' head dips down between your legs again after he'd risen up prior. His nose nudges lightly against your weeping core, and you shudder when he takes in a breath. Is he getting drunk on the scent of you, or that of those devious flowers?

"I'd go...ah... crazy if you...d-don't... make love to me soon!"

"Gladly."

Diving in tongue-first between the glistening folds of your core is not the type of making love you're craving for, but Clavis is fully capable of working you with his tongue until you can't really tell the difference. His hot muscle penetrates where you want him most and easily makes you sing in wanton moans, each time getting you closer and closer to uttering his full name. The effects of the pollen make the pleasure overflow, sending you straight to the brink of culmination before Clavis can even get his full of bullying the bundle of nerves at the apex of your folds. Or maybe he did? In the haze of it, time warps strangely, making you wonder how much time in total you and Clavis are going to spend tangled in each other's limbs until the last drop of desire is wrung out of your hot flesh.

"You're giving me so much of your delectable nectar... if I didn't crave so greatly to be connected with you, I could eat you out all day, my dear."

His words are gilded with grace, yet the way he palms over his straining cock is nothing short of illicit, giving him away. He did admit to craving it badly, though, but you want to see more - so with hands crawling to the underside of your raised hips, you present yourself better for his eyes.

"I want you inside, Clavis..."

You swear you saw his cock jump inside its confines - not even caring that your eyes wandered to bad places and you ended up missing the change in his gaze. The parted fringe hides it sexily as he looks down, busying himself with removing the rest of his clothing. You simply lie down and wait for him with open arms.

His skin feels so good on top of yours. You want to feel it all on you, intertwining fingers with him before he can even guide his cock in - luckily he doesn't need the aid, your impatiently trashing hips at fault for the accidental perfect aligning.

The first thrust is simply euphoric.

Clavis' cock feels fuller than ever, scraping deliciously against your hypersensitive walls and sparkling unseen pleasure across every millimeter of your insides with how well it fills you. You're used to him taking his sweet time building the pace, teasing you, watching you writhing, feeling oh so generous when he finally speeds up and sees you throw your head back. Now that he's no good, lust dulling the satisfaction of those little games and instead having him crave the pure, unrestrained pleasure of friction, he simply gives it to you. His trusts are erratic, deep, he listens to your growing moans and makes sure to hit the spots that made you sing louder.

His moans are oh so beautiful. His voice is beautiful on itself, but while colored in desire, it's even more beautiful - to you, that's it. It surprises you when he lets out a particularly heavy groan, and his following ministrations confirm your suspicions.

Clavis pulls out in attempt to cut off the unbridledly flowing pleasure that has unseeably worked him to orgasm, but he can't help it. Ropes of semen land on your lower belly, sticky and hot, and you pant hard as you watch the scene. He gives his cock a firm squeeze from base to tip, giving you everything he has... and is it a lot. With wide, lust-blown pupils, you suck on your breath as you see just how much cum he disposed on your burning skin, the emptiness of your core calling as you helplessly clench around nothing.

Clavis rubs the tip of his cock on the mess he made, a mere tease while he is catching his breath. Your eyes meet, and he is chuckling a little. The clash of your lips is inevitable and makes your head spin, and once again proves to be an aphrodisiac more potent than anything else that could attempt to hack the chemicals in your brain.

You feel something hard and slick entering you, your insides sucking it in with no resistance before you can realize that Clavis is, in fact, diamond-hard again, and attempting to fuck his cum inside you - and probably on his way to disposing more of it in your depths, after another heated round.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his torso, you chuckle and place a kiss on the side of his nape, wishing to fall deeper in this endless pit of lust, together with him.

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[centipedelightning]

lightning strikes

Underfell!Papyrus x gn!Reader || written platonic; can be read as romantic

cw/tw: underfell typical violence, the vaguest mention of death, negative self-thought || angst and fluff

Uhhh, reverse comfort for Edge who is scared of thunderstorms. This took so long to publish lord. For the record, I am back at school so any writing I do will be kept to the weekends. Trying to get a job at the college archives so that would theoretically take up a decent amount of my time during the week. N E ways,,,, written platonic bc there's not enough of that out there, but just know that Edge is my babygirl.

Words: 1270

It's pouring outside. The kind of pouring that would soak you to the bone in a minute flat. And with heavy rain, comes the loud crash of thunder.

You walk into your living room and see a very tall skeleton on the couch. Edge called you and told asked you to hang out. So here you are... hanging out...

You were getting something out of your room before the ‘hang out’ officially started. As you walked back into the living room you saw him definitely not relaxing. You’d make some kind of stiff-as-a-corpse joke if the sheer tenseness of his posture wasn’t so concerning. Edge is barely even sitting on the couch, poised stiffly at the edge of the cushion clearly trying not to bolt.

“Hey Edge, what’s uh…. What’s up man?”

“NOTHING. THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING UP WITH ME. IN FACT I AM DOWN. THERE IS MUCH DOWN WITH ME”

“…”

“…”

“You committing to that?”

“YES…. YES I AM.”

“Alright,” best not to question it, “then do you want to watch a movie or something? I think that new MTT romance j-“

As you were talking there was a bright flash and a loud boom of thunder. You saw Edge flinch, hard. That’s deeply concerning. Hell, judging by the claw marks on the armrest, that's very concerning.

Wait, no your poor couch.

“Ok listen. Edge, my love, what’s wrong? And don’t give me shit.”

“I SAID IT IS NOTHING HUMAN,” clap of thunder, flinch, “AND. AND I- AND I DO NOT NEED YOUR ASSISTANCE.”

“Mhm... Right, then can I sit next to you?” He can be a garbage liar sometimes.

“YES OF COURSE. THIS IS A HANGOUT AND SITTING NEXT TO EACH OTHER IS STEP TWELVE IN MY HANGING OUT MANUAL™.”

You're gonna dig the issue out of him. He knows it too. You walk over and plop down next to him. Once you're close enough you realize that his bones are chattering. Has he realized? You aren't sure.

"So what do you want to watch?" Thunder, lighting, flinch.

"ANYTHING IS FINE! THE TERRIBLE EDGE HAS NO PREFERENCE!" Stars, he's compensating right now.

"Edge. I am begging you to talk to me. You're chattering."

"I AM NOT 'CHATTERING'... OKAY, MAYBE I AM. THIS PROVES NOTHING AND IS OF NO IMPORTANCE"

He makes things so hard sometimes. Time to get creative.

"Edge."

"WHAT IS IT NOW HUMAN, DON'T YOU WANT TO WATCH MTT AND HANG OUT?"

"I'm scared of thunder." Wait that delivery was awful he's not gonna believe it.

"WELL OF COUR-," the claps of thunder are getting more frequent, "COURSE YOU ARE! HUMANS ARE- ARE PUNY! AND FEARFUL! AND WEAK!"

He also makes things so easy sometimes.

"Would you do me a favor and help me out then? Can you tell me what you would want if, hypothetically, you were afraid of storms?"

"IF I? WELL IF I WAS, HYPOTHETICALLY, AFRAID OF THESE GHASTLY STORMS, WHICH I AM NOT, I THINK I WOULD LIKE TO BE HELD. BUT CLEARLY, I DON'T NEED THAT, BECAUSE I AM NOT AFRAID OF STORMS." There were at least three flinches and a stutter or two during that whole shpiel. The storm outside sounds like it getting pretty bad. Time to work fast.

"Wow," wait you're trying to sell having a phobia, put more oomph into it, "that does sound helpful! Can we try it then? Here I'll lay back, just hand me that pillow." With a blend of pained, relieved, and a bit humiliated look, Edge dislodges his claws from your couch (I hope you know how to reupholster) and grabs the pillows. He tosses them over to you with a bit too much power.

"Ow. thanks man." You lay back and get yourself comfortable. Once you are in the primary position to cuddle with Edge and watch the t.v., you gesture for him to lie down with you.

"IF YOU THINK THIS WILL HELP-," thunder, "HELP- HELP YOU." He couldn't be stiffer but does manage to get horizontal. Once he gets situated, you flip down the blanket from the back of the couch onto the two of you. You can feel him still rattling a bit.

"Hey."

"HEY?"

"Can I touch you?"

"YOU ARE TOUCHING ME HUMAN." You feel the slightest smile on your chest.

"Fair enough," what a pain, "can I gently rub your skull? To self-soothe of course."

"TO SELF-SOOTHE YOURSELF, YES MAKES SENSE. I WILL ALLOW YOU TO RUB MY SKULL FOR YOUR OWN COMFORT AND NOT MINE."

Once he gave the okay, you started to lightly stroke the back of his skull with your fingertips. You want to keep it barely there until he stops chattering as badly as he is. Slowly he stills. You both lay in the dim room listening to the storm pass by. As the quiet moments continue, you feel Edge flinching less and less when the thunder booms"

"Hey."

"HEY."

"Do you want to talk about it yet"

"HYPOTHETICALLY, I MIGHT, POTENTIALLY WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS THEORETICAL 'IT'."

"I say this with love but you are such a pain sometimes."

"NYEH-HEH PERHAPS. BUT... YES, I AM WILLING TO TELL YOU WHY I AM SO WORKED UP AND CHATTERING LIKE A BABYBONES." You hum and let him continue.

"THE UNDERGROUND WAS NOT A NICE PLACE, THIS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE. WHAT IS LESS DISCUSSED IS THE ENVIRONMENT. WE MONSTERS LIVED UNDERGROUND, IN A LARGE CAVE UNDERNEATH AN EVEN LARGER MOUNTAIN. WE HAD VERY UNIQUE WEATHER BECAUSE OF IT. ONE OF THESE UNIQUE OCCURRENCES WAS CAVE-INS AND SKY FALLS. STARS THE SOUND." Edge coiled a bit as he said it.

"THE SOUND OF CEILING OR WALLS CRACKING WAS SO LOUD. THE SOUNDS OF THESE STORMS ARE SO LOUD. HEARING THE CRACKS MEANT HALF THE UNDERGROUND HAD TO FLEE INTO THE SAFEST PLACES THEY COULD FIND. MY BROTHER AND I WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE A FINISHED AND REINFORCED BASEMENT, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN WE COULDN'T HAVE LOST OUR HOUSE TO A FALLING ROCK." He readjusted himself and wrapped his arms around you, head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.

"IT- IT WAS TERRIBLE. IT ONLY GOT WORSE AS MORE PEOPLE YOU KNEW, MORE PEOPLE YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT-" He's clinging to you so desperately, like a child to their toy.

"Hey Edge, you don't need to keep talking. It's okay."

"THERE WAS NEVER ANY GOOD TO COME FROM THIS LOUDNESS."

"That must have been awful. But can I ask you something?" He nods.

"Did you try? When you were able I mean, did you ever try to help just one person?" He takes a second and nods again.

"Then you did your job. Environmental tragedies can't be helped Edge. They can't be stopped and a lot of the time they barely can be predicted. If you helped even one person the whole time you were underground, you did your job."

"YES BUT THE PEOPLE I DIDN'T HELP-"

"Couldn't be helped. You are not a bad person. I haven't known you for that long, but I do know that you are a good person that wants to do good deeds. I believe, with my heart and soul, that for anyone you might not have helped, you had a reason. It might have been cowardly or for your own self-interest, but I believe you had a genuine reason for not stepping in sometimes." He's quiet. And still. Crap, did you overstep? You probably said something wrong and upset him more-

"THANK YOU." It was a statement barely spoken above a whisper.

#sorry yall i dont want to proof read #i might come back later #Underfell papyrus x reader #•centipede writes• #papyrus x reader #papyrus x you #uf!papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus x you #uf!papyrus x you #underfell papyrus #underfell #undertale x reader #undertale imagines #undertale scenarios #underfell x reader #uf!papyrus

[cottonraincoat]

making of monday: the stressed student's guide to binge writing a one-shot

(not that I'm a very good writer, but I loved seeing these on the dash, and decided to join. all this is only a little tongue-in-cheek.)

step one: try to work on an irl assignment*

(* not fandom related at all. preferably an intellectually challenging task that is also time-sensitive and reasonably important.)

There's nothing like the looming dread of deadline that stimulates the mind! Combine the perfectionist's fear of beginning, the procrastinator's tendency to distraction, and the pressure on the brain to produce something— for the most bizarre results. Namely, mildly unhinged fic ideas. Just sit down (curl up into a ball in the corner of the room), relax (stress), and wait for inspiration to come!

step two: "just, uh, just to note this down for later"

You never know when the idea would come, but it does. Now, you've got a seed, that your brain has instantly latched onto. It's growing and blooming and taking over every thought. "damn it," you think, "this is a fun idea. I can't write it before I finish the assignment though!" But the idea doesn't let you go, it's like a haunting, which is in all honesty very rude. Well, what can you do.

You open a doc.

Within half an hour, you realize that you should have known better than believing the idea (tm) would leave you alone.

step three: give in. you're writing the fic instead.

Congratulations! Your brain has once again chosen the path of least resistance instead of what you should be doing. But there's no time for guilt when you have to finish the fic (and finish the assignment after that). So you're writing the fic like your life depends on it, and the words come surprisingly easy because given the baseline stress, you aren't overthinking every single word or ridiculously lines of narrative. It's been hours, your mind's afloat, and you (unfortunately) forget approximately every duty to your body. But it's fun and you swear you've never written like this in your life.

From time to time you swap back to the page where your assignment stares helplessly back at you. You blink. You drop it back under the metaphorical rock.

step four: "fuck, the deadline is in [x] hours. I can't do this anymore"

By now, the first draft is probably sitting there in a messy, wonderful glop. And depending on the circumstance, it's either [start editing now, future rain can deal with this shit] or [despite all evidence to the contrary I actually do not want to fail this degree. time to pull myself by the hair into doing the Thing]. Either way, you've maybe slept for 6 of the last 40 hours, and you're contemplating the strange quality of your vision and why you can hear the inside of a conch at the back of your head, etc etc.

step five: sleep, and spare a moment to pause and wonder what the fuck is your life

when the assignment is done, it's like someone's poked a hole in your sand balloon and your entire being sags. it's a nice feeling, kind of. the fic stops you from spending too much time wondering why the hell are you doing the degree at all.

time to turn the glop into coherence! this is the most time consuming part, and could take up to days after the initial burst of [stuff].

step six: edit until your eyeballs fall out

what it says ^

step seven: when you finally cannot stand another minute of re-reading and editing, throw it onto ao3, and hopefully never think about the fic ever again.

that's a lie. you'll be checking the ao3 stats approximately every two hours for the next two days at least.

fics that actually happened like this:

Infinite Joy (the one that started it all)

Designation (in which I forgot Plo Koon had a mask)

on not sleeping with your students

(the first chapter of) the prophecies spoke of you and I

family line

#making of monday #shitposting

[duhragonball]

Neon Genesis Evangelion 24

All right, this is it, the 17th Angel. Let's see what gonzo powers this one has...

Not quite what I was expecting, but I am impressed.

Uh... So Asuka's completely incapable of piloting her Eva, so I guess she ran away for like a week and she's been living in the bathtub of a wrecked house. The episode opens with a vision of Li'l Asuka running home to tell her mother about how she got accepted into the Eva program or something, and then she finds her mother hanging from a noose. Her dad had died sometime prior to this, I guess.

Later, we see her lying catatonic in a hospital bed, and that's baiscally it for Asuka this episode. Her arc was getting bleak but this is just awful. Let's move on.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari questions Ritsuko and asks why she destroyed the Dummy Plug system last time. Ritsuko talks about how her cat recently died, and she hadn't seen it in years, because of her work at NERV. Then she says she's not happy anymore, even when Gendo makes love to her. Oh wow. Well that settles that, then.

Do you think Gendo holds his hands over his mouth while he's doing the deed? Just props his elbows on the head of the bed and stares into the wall pensively while he thrusts his hips? Maybe I should find something else to talk about. Sorry.

Gendo says she's disappointed him, and she says he can't be disappointed, because he never had any expectations of her at all. She's nothing to him and she always was. This does put into perspective all the times Gendo has expressed disappointment in Shinji. Like, it's just a thing he says. Ultimately, it's meaningless.

What about Shinji? Well, he could really use someone to talk to after the startling revelation about Rei. The trouble is that there isn't anyone left. Asuka's... yeah. Misato's off doing her own thing. Suzuhara and Big Rigg Mahoney left town. I didn't realize it at the time, but Tokyo-3 got wrecked in the recent Angel battles. Probably the 13th Angel, mainly.

There is Rei, but Shinji has no idea how to even act around Rei. I mean, it was never easy interacting with Rei, but now it's not even the same Rei? Or something? He can't talk to her is the point.

Then he meets this kid singing to himself amongst the wreckage. He introduces himself as Kaworu Nagisa, the Fifth Child and newest Eva Pilot. He's been recruited to replace Asuka, although it isn't clear if she's been kicked off the team just yet.

Everyone's kind of suspicious of the new kid, probably because he's so damn chipper and he isn't dealing with the trauma of dead parents or whatever. Also they have him do sync tests and his scores are excellent even before they reconfigured Unit 02 for him. He's a little too good to be true, and everyone in NERV seems to know it.

After the tests, the boys take a shower together, and when Shinji says he prefers to stay at the base late because he doesn't like spending time at home anymore, Kaworu invites him to sleep over at his place.

He also flirts a little with Shinji, and Shinji blushes. Today I was looking up what people were so angry about when Neon Genesis Evangelion was added to Netflix, and one of the gripes was that they edited out a scene featuring "a key piece of gay subtext". I wondered what that was, and yeah. I may not be the sharpest knife in the crayon box, but this looks pretty gay to me.

I will admit, this isn't something I usually think about when I watch or read stories, but in Shinji's case it probably never would have occurred to me, because of all the emotional baggage we've seen in the first 23 episodes. But now that we're here, it kind of makes sense. This kid's got so much trouble expressing his emotions and figuring out what he wants that it might have taken him a million years to work out that he's into boys. I mean, he apologizes for things that aren't even remotely his fault, and is desperate for the approval of others. He's not going to come out of the closet if there's even the slightest chance that someone might disapprove.

They don't go any further than that, but they do have a sleepover, and Shinji tells him that he hates his dad, which he's expressed in the past, but never quite so directly and succinctly. Shinji wonders why he would tell Kaworu this, of all people. I think, Shinji's sexuality aside, Kaworu showed up in just the right place and time and made himself available in just the kind of way Shinji needed at that moment. He wanted someone to talk to, and suddenly Kaworu's there to grant his wish. Kaworu just makes Shinji feel at ease, maybe for the first time ever.

Meanwhile, SEELE has resolved to put a stop to Gendo Ikari and his usurpation of NERV. SEELE created NERV to further its own agenda, but they feel Gendo has warped NERV to service his agenda instead.

Meanwhile, Gendo Ikari talks to Eva Unit 01, and addresses it as Yui, his dead wife. According to him, the Lance of Longius was in their way, so he wanted it thrown into outer space, whether SEELE liked that or not. He believes the 17th Angel, the last one, will appear soon, and with its death, he and Yui shall have their wish granted at last. Huh.

Oh, also earlier on, Kaworu introduced himself to Rei and told her that they were alike. She stays up all night wondering why she's still alive, and what Kaworu meant. What is it they have in common?

Meanwhile, Misato does some digging on Kaworu and discovers that he has the ability to increase his synchronization with the Evas at will. Like, he can control it completely if he wants, or he can lower his sync score to make it seem like he's not as good at it. That's supposed to be impossible, so Misato goes to Ritsuko, who I guess is in a NERV detention facility. She asks Ritsuko what Kaworu is, and she speculates that he's the final Angel. I was about to ask why Ritsuko never mentioned this earlier, but I forgot, she's turning against NERV, so her answer would probably be "'Cause fuck'em."

But before Misato can act on this informaiton, Kaworu makes his move. He activates Unit 02 and takes it down to the room where Adam is. Everyone's shocked, mostly because Kaworu doesn't even have to be inside the Eva to control it. He just floats alongside the thing as they head downstairs.

But also, as Admiral Clownshoes points out, SEELE is behind this. They knew what this kid was and they sent him to NERV knowing he would launch an attack.

And just so there's no confusion on this point, we cut to SEELE who talk amongst themselves about how they planned for this to happen. They expect this to be Gendo's final stand, and that he'll use Eva Unit 01 to stop Kaworu. So do they plan on NERV winning this fight? I assumed this showdown with the 17th Angel would happen regardless, so maybe SEELE's play here is to force the confrontation on their terms, so that the outcome is more favorable to them than for Gendo.

Because, the worst case scenario here is that Kaworu wins and destroys the world. Right? I mean, that's what this has been about from the start. Why would SEELE take such a gamble? How did they even arrange this? Did they look up "17th Angel" in the Yellow Pages, call him up and go "Hey, we want to pull a prank on Gendo. You want in on this?"

Maybe they just discovered Kaworu's infiltration and chose to let it play out. This implies that they can detect Angels much more effectively than NERV, which seems kind of backwards. If they have superior intel on the Angels, then why is Gendo the one running NERV?

As SEELE anticipated, Gendo sends Shinji to intercept in Unit 01. At first, Shinji refuses to believe that Kaworu is an Angel, but then he gets furious at Kaworu for betraying him and using his emotions against him. Kaworu's as bad as his father, Shinji says, which is as good a motivation as any.

But Shinji can't attack Kaworu while he's got Unit 02 to back him up. Shinji asks how he can control Unit 02, and Kaworu explains that he and the Eva are both made from the same type of Angelic tissues, from Adam. So it's child's play for him to control the Eva. Shouldn't that mean the other Angels would have had the same ability? I guess it doesn't work when they have pilots inside. Whatever.

As the battle progresses, Misato orders her dude at the controls to initiate a self-destruct on the whole base if Shinji's signal is lost. She reasons that it would be better to destroy the whole facility and die than to allow Kaworu to reach Adam and trigger Third Impact. Wait, is that still the lore? I thought they debunked that a while back?

But as Kaworu draws closer, they detect another powerful AT field, and they think it's another Angel. Well, no, it's just Rei. Your guess is as good as mine.

As Kaworu draws closer to Adam, he waxes philosophic about this. From the way he speaks of it, it's like he's compelled to return to Adam, because he was born from Adam. So maybe this was why all of the Angels headed for Tokyo-3. It's an instinctive compulsion, like salmon swimming upstream. But Kaworu seems to find it tragic that his instinctive compulsion will lead to the destruction of humanity.

Then he gets closer and realizes this isn't Adam at all but... Lilith? Who the hell is Lilith? Apparently this wasn't what Kaworu had in mind. He refers to humans as "Lilim", implying that they're the descendants of Lilith, just as the Angels and Evas are born of Adam, but... I dunno.

And in this moment of confusion, Shinji manages to catch up to Kaworu and grab him. If I understand correctly, Rei's AT field is neutralizing his own? And Shinji managed to overpower Unit 02, so Kaworu is defenseless. He seems more relieved than worried.

Kaworu explains that one one life form can inherit the future, Angels or humans, and he seems to have developed an admiration for humanity, perhaps from the time he spent living among them. Now that he's reached this place, he's content to die here, for life and death are of no great consequence to him. But he warns Shinji that he must kill him, because if Shinji doesn't, humanity will surely be doomed.

It's weird how this is the only Angel who can talk and he's even more cryptic and weird than the rest. I wonder if they all felt this way about it. It was all just a weird routine for them, and they don't particularly care if they win or lose as long as it's over.

Shinji begs him to explain what the fuck he's talking about, but this is all the explanation he's going to get. Either kill Kaworu or the whole world dies. At this, everyone just sort of freezes in place for... maybe two minutes? And then finally Shinji crushes him and his head falls into the Tang pool beneath Adam. Or Lilith. Who cares?

Later, we see Gendo and Rei watching Unit 01 getting the blood washed off it.

Elsewhere, Shinji talks to Misato and mourns Kaworu's death. He told Shinji he loved him, and he had never heard such kind words before. Shinji thinks Kaworu should have survived, but Misato counters that Kwaoru had given up his will to survive, and thus forfeited his right to live. That's kind of harsh.

Here's my version: Whatever Kaworu was, he seemed to only value his life as far as the time he spent with Shinji. And so if he had won, and Shinji perished with humanity, what would Kaworu have left to live for? That's why he said life and death are equal to him. It didn't matter because in his view, both were the same fate, but at least Shinji and his kind could grow and evolve to find new purpose. So if only one or the other can have the future, then it's only fair that it go to the one that can actually do something with it.

Anyway, the bigger picture here is that we just saw the last Angel die, and yet there's still two more episodes to go. What, does everyone just have a pizza party now? Asuka was despondent about not being an Eva pilot, but what good is being an Eva pilot when there's no more Angels to fight?

There is, of course, the SEELE vs. Gendo conflict to sort out, but it's hard to get invested in that when both sides are assholes, and I have no idea what either of them wanted. For all I know, they both won today.

Also, Shinji won, but he's still not happy. Kid, there's other boys in the world, if that's what's bothering you.

#neon genesis evangelion #2024ngeliveblog #shinji ikari #rei ayanami #asuka langley soryu #misato katsuragi #ritsuko akagi #gendo ikari #kaworu nagisa #clownshoes

[shinkaishoujo103]

So. I watched that one mv that u told me about (a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ w̶a̶t̶c̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ t̶h̶e̶ w̶r̶o̶n̶g̶ o̶n̶e̶ b̶y̶ a̶c̶c̶i̶d̶e̶n̶t̶ ) AND OH BOY it was STUNNING like sometimes you couldn't even tell they were 3d models

Ok so I COmPLETELY forgot EVERYTHING about enstars and its characters ok (like seriously the only thing I remember is having a crush on a redhead mf that was from the crazy b(itches) group) so I will assume stuff based on my experience (spoiler alert:I will go a lil overboard)

So along with the other mv I watched I noticed that this dude and the ginger guy have a somewhat connection,, with their side glances in this pic and the obvious worrying of grey man in the first one

So I will assume that they are besties and that ginger either overworks himself too hard and the grey dude is like "bro wtf stop" OR he has some kind of generic anime deathly disease or smth like that and the grey dude is like the only one that knows because HES AN IDOL AND HE CANT TELL IT TO HIS FANS LIKE or else they'll rage!! Or something

THEY ARE DEFO CHILDHOOD FRIENDS.

There is an obvious meaning with the swords too maybe it represents their will/motivation to become idols idk...

And the only thing I have left to say is that he looks uh

Hurt. Alot.

BUT ANYWAYS lol ty for recommending it to me it was so cool!

On a scale from 1 to 10 how right am I about my assumptions

okay first of all. you should read checkmate. for me

(link brings you to the story)

ALSO WAS THE ONE YOU LIKED RINNE? i see 📝

and okay, before i correct you and Probably word vomit on you i need to make one thing clear: izumi (gray haired guy) and leo (ginger dude) are gay and i am very (not) normal about them so hum. enjoy the essay

. okay in the end it ended up so long i needed to put everything under a cut. and its not even everything, which is why i heavily suggest you to read checkmate to like, Get It...so warning that my word vomit spoils that story pretty heavily, since i also show some extracts of it

so yes, izumi and leo were friends in yumenosaki (the idol school) since their first year. they also were pretty much each other's first real friends. so they aren't childhood friends, but definitely very close. they were also in the same unit, who had a lot of names but the most common one being chess, and it was a VERY big unit with Lots of members

you also need to know leo is a talented composing genius, who can easily write amazing songs with ease, which of course is a great feat to have in an idol school

a quick side note that at the time yumenosaki Sucked Ass and that most of the students were just a lazy bunch who barely did anything and just basked in the school's popularity. izumi and leo were one of the rare ones who actually took their idol work seriously, especially izumi

so of course the other chess members would use leo's talent to get it easy, yeah? the thing is leo himself didn't realize. he considered them all as friends, and thought they felt the same, and would give away and make songs for the others with no worries. izumi noticed leo being used and tried to warn him about it, but leo wouldn't take it because he believed in the others too much

anyways, at one point, due to circumstances (that i will not explain because its not very related and just Too Much), units with more than 5 members were not allowed anymore, and thus chess broke into multiple, smaller units. and that was how knights was born, having only leo and izumi as members at first, though with the hardworking izumi and the talented leo, they were very good despite just being two, and won dreamfes (who are basically battle performances between two units) easily

at another point arashi (that izumi knew since childhood) and ritsu (another yumenosaki student that arashi and izumi met) join knights i guess...? though they arent very serious about it yet, the pillar members still being izumi and leo then. im starting to forget but i think these two even joined at first because knights needed more people for the we'll be knights performance?? whatever

and so, i will need you to know that before the we'll be knights performance, leo went to the other former chess members, and basically gave them a choice: leo, or his songs? they all answered his songs

thats when leo finally realized he was being used all along. and of course, that broke him greatly

and so leo decided that he would devote his all to izumi, the only one who truly was his friend. if izumi had a dream, leo would do his everything to help him achieve it. and at the time izumi's dream was to become the best at yumenosaki, and crush everyone else. and like you Really need to read the full dialogue too— (what i show isn't even all of it)

except that leo, was Not made for fighting and hurting others like that. but he still did, for izumi

which is...why he looks so hurt in the we'll be knights mv. because he also decided to take on the responsibility of king, of leader of knights, which once again, was not a role made for him!

anyways, to come back to your words; no, leo doesn't have a disease (eichi is the one with one). as for the swords, its an interesting meaning you're bringing here! :0 personally i think since they're knights, well they gotta have swords right? especially since there they've decided to slay any obstacles who dares obstruct their path. plus they have swords in the original cards too so!

as for the other mv, luminous crown, it happens two years after checkmate and we'll be knights, so of course a lot of things changed by then lol! mainly tsukasa joining knights, and all of them being able to heal, which is why the contrast between we'll be knights and luminous crown is So beautiful and always make me emotional because its shows their evolution so well...they may have suffered a lot, but after a long and difficult path of healing, they're all so much happier now!!! and of course there's still so much more ahead for them

aaand i think i'll end my word vomit here because it's getting TOO LONG!!! HELP!!! AND I INSIST WHEN I SAY THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT EVERYTHING!!! so yes please read checkmate for me.please. it will make you understand everything way more, and better than my explanation ever could

#saku mail #from ram #long post

[ladyseidr]

happy sinday here's the flirtation headcanon post which def has some suggestive themes lmao. some aren't exclusively abt flirting but who cares lmao

very good at flirting, but maybe a little blunt for some people's taste

knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say it

absolutely will speak French if she thinks sb will find it attractive

big physical flirter—both in a body language sense and in a touch sense ( def has this in common with my william )

technically uses flirtation to keep her distance at times. she doesn't have trust issues per say ( er. well. unless it's post-divorce lmao ) but she has a habit of hesitating to commit at the start of a relationship. she will blow off questions of dating / etc with noncommittal flirting at first

cannot start a flirtation with a stranger to save his life

however: if sb else starts flirting with him, he can usually match the energy and actually isn't a bad flirt

gets significantly better at flirting with sb he has an established relationship with. he loves good flirty banter with someone

loves a good flirtation mind game. he won't initiate one, but he will play into it HARD. yes, it is unhealthy. yes, he does know that. no, he had no plans on changing

will use jealousy and / or challenging his partner as a flirtation tactic "against" them ( if relevant ). not in an immoral way ( as in, he's not going to actually flirt with someone else or something shitty like that ), but he will like. bring up that someone hit on him for literally no reason other than to make his partner jealous and hopefully get fucked out of his mind

( which is to say, yes, jealousy turns him on. and also he himself is extremely jealous, though he tries to hide it if it's uh. not a welcome trait lmao )

FLIRTING. THROUGH. HUMOR.

seriously. loves joke flirting and just very playful flirting in general

not afraid to get blunt with it, lbr. if it's cool, she is going to joke abt ur muse sitting on her face and then, ideally, will follow through with the idea dsfkdshfkal

very charming smile ( literally this is genetic because i have said this about hers, william's, and michael's. singular positive af.ton family trait lmaoooo ) and she uses it

abso-fucking-lutely uses the fact that she's an artist and "you're the perfect muse, can i draw you?" as a flirtation. but also like she genuinely means it every time fdkhfakshdja

literally loves nothing more than hitting sb with a hugely obvious flirtation out of nowhere

if he's flirting and sb doesn't realize?? he is not afraid to literally point it out.

also loves humor as flirting

enjoy giving compliments sm like appearance, skills, personality—it's all fair game

will interrupt ( mild ) bickering with some dumb shit like "god just kiss me already" and not only does it diffuse the situation, it sometimes actually works lmao

despite his own style of flirting, can and will get very sweetly flustered over sb he likes flirting with him unexpectedly

another case of humor for flirting lmao

literally has no qualms abt calling someone hot to their face with absolutely no warning, but in such a weirdly casual way that it won't always be clear whether they're flirting or not ( they are )

despite that, he's very attracted to personality and if he likes someone's personality he becomes much more obviously flirtatious

will back off flirting if he doesn't get a positive response after the first attempt, which can technically backfire if the person doesn't recognize it and / or is just shy. likes clear reciprocity.

their love language is quality time so like. if they're hanging around a lot, they've probably got a crush <3

Flirting With Anxiety ( tm ) dskhsfdkshsaj

no but like literally Won't flirt with sb unless she's 100000% sure they're interested in her. or, like. . . flirts so mildly that it's not recognizable as flirting ( meeeeee )

will blush when flirted with or when flirting herself. literally so easy to read that it hurts and i love that for her

early on / with new ppl will not have quick responses to flirting and will be way more prone to just like. laughing and blushing.

in an established relationship, definitely gets better at flirting and can develop quite a playful flirting style because she feels more confident

honestly if she's acting visibly shy, she likely has a crush / is in the presence of a pretty woman

#f n a f / #suggestive #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » black swan pas de deux ( elise afton ) #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » a simple engineer ( henry emily ) #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » sky blue canvases ( jayne afton ) #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » bite of '87 ( jeremy fitzgerald ) #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » a part of the show ! ( harper austin ) #˖ ♡ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃. » reluctant follower ( vanessa aiken ) #every day i am hinting at the fact that my weird ass lowkey wants to ship harper with a michael but that's a secret don't tell anyone #'but mike is scooped by that point' and harper can love him anyway <3

[thevaultwriter]

Chapter 2

The hopefully long awaited chapter 2.

Word Count: 1241

Today is the first day, hopefully there aren't any issues. I walk onto campus and immediately I want to leave. There are way too many people here. I put my hood up and my headphones to block out some of my surroundings. I start to make my way to the main classroom. I don’t really understand the educational structure but, whatever. I walk and notice the Mina girl I was talking to after the exam. She saw me and waved me over.

“Hey Y/N! I’m glad we made it into the same class.” She said,

“ I am too. I literally know no one here besides you.” I replied. I mean I should really get to know some of the other people here but, I don’t really want to. They seem occupied nonetheless. 

We started talking for a bit and a couple of other girls came over. They were nice, but maybe a little too nice for my liking. We had to stop talking anyway because the teacher came in, or what I think the teacher is anyway. He crawled in the room in a sleeping bag. I shrug and just listen to get through the first day. 

“My name is Aizawa, I will be your teacher for this year.” He said. After introductions, we had to do a skills test. I got nervous, what if he makes me use the other parts of my quirk. I already noticed that my brother is in the class as well. He’ll realize for sure that it’s me. We constantly trained together before my disappearance. 

Either way I have to do it. The sensei needs to see the full extent of my quirk. I show off my quirk to the best of my ability. Everyone was shocked with the level my quirk was at. I make eye contact with my brother. He doesn’t seem to recognize me but I can see the curiosity there. I was always able to read him like a book. I step off the platform and head inside for some water. As I get close to the fountain I hear someone following me. Curse my damn good hearing. I turn around to see my brother. I don’t think he can tell it’s me still. 

“Can I help you?” I say trying not to sound rude.

“Sorry, uh you just reminded me of someone with that quirk of yours. But now that I’m closer I can tell it's not what I was thinking. Sorry to bother you.” He walks away after saying that.

I feel bad that I can’t reveal my identity to him. I miss him dearly, but I can’t take that chance of being found out. I finish up with what I was doing and head back to where everyone else was. As I get there, I hear Aizawa sensei dismiss the class. I grab my stuff and head out of the campus. I hear someone yelling at me.

“Hey! Loser! Turn around!” 

I do so and come to find out it’s the idiot I ran into on the day of the entrance exam.

“What do you want? I don’t have time for your blank insults.” I say rolling my eyes at him.

“You wanna fucking die today!” He yells. I just roll my eyes again. He’s getting on my nerves at this point. 

“I just want to know why you’re bothering me.” I replied.

“I just wanted to say your quirk sucks ass. It’s going to be so easy to take you down!” He says walking away laughing.

I just roll my eyes again and walk away. He has no idea who he is messing with. Like seriously he has no shame whatsoever and my quirk is 10 times better than his. On my way home, I stopped in at a coffee shop. I ran into my older sister Fuyumi who was also there getting a coffee. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to knock into you,” I said to her. As soon as she turned around she seemed to recognize me immediately. A look of shock ran over both of our faces and I turned to run off. She catches me right outside the door and drags me out of view.

“Where have you been Y/n! Everyone has been looking for you!” She said

I look down as my body collapses to the ground. This is the last thing I needed today. “I couldn’t take it at that house anymore. I’m sorry Fuyumi. I tried, I really did. Especially for Shoto, but it was all just too much. I’ve been through years of therapists and medication to numb what he has caused.’ I Look up at her ‘Look, I'm sorry that I left all three of you, but I did it for my own sake.” I got up and walked away after I said that.

I walk in the front door of the base and plop down on the couch face first. Toga walks up to me concerned she’s never seen me like this. Nobody has. I always put on a brave front. 

“Are you ok?” She asked

I just shook my head hoping she would take it as a cue to leave me alone for now. She did thankfully. I accidentally fell asleep on the couch afterwards. I got gently woken up by Kurogiri, saying it was time to come eat. I just nod and slowly sit up. I sit down to eat when I find everyone staring at me. I give them a confused and questioning look.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” I asked, wiping my face off. Everyone looks away. I’m left confused but nonetheless I just shake my head and continue eating. I get up to go to my room, and that’s when Dabi comes over to me. He takes my hand and drags me to my room. 

“What’s going on with you Y/N? You’re not usually like this.” I looked away as he said this to me. 

“Between seeing Shoto and Fuyumi again I guess it’s set something off in me. Yes I saw them. Sho didn’t recognize me but Fuyumi did. I tried to run as fast as I could away from her. She grabbed my arm before I could get away though. Dabi.. she knows what happened to me. I can’t go back to where I was, I just can’t.” I said sitting down and curling in on myself. 

He sighed as he sat down next to me. “We'll figure something out. Ok? Don’t give up just yet. I may have a hard exterior around everyone, but we will figure it out.”

I just nod and lay down to sleep. Dabi gets up and leaves while closing my door.

~The next day~ 

I was not looking forward to getting up for school today. Between everything that happened yesterday, I just hope that Fuyumi didn’t tell Shoto that she saw me. 

I sigh as I get up and get dressed. I head downstairs, grab a quick snack and then I am out the door for school. The walk to school was uneventful, but as I stepped into the building I was quickly pulled into an empty room. I yelped in surprise. 

I turned to see who pulled me and it was none other than my twin brother. My eyes widened in shock. I try to pull away from him but he keeps a firm grip on my arms.

#bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #villain #my hero academia #bnha #mha

[primewritessmut]

2, 10, 11, 13, 16, 18, 19, and 40

2. talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”

already answered

10. at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?

Very early in the process only because I have zero chill and as soon as that first chapter is written, it's getting posted. That's lead to having some fics that I wish I could rename because it didn't end up fitting the final form but... eh. It's all a learning curve.

Usually, I pull a quote out of the fic and that becomes the title (for the entire fic and the chapters), but I also like making puns or using well known phrases because I'm a fucking dweeb.

11. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

I don't do a lot of research. Anyone that hangs around this blog and reads these asks for even a minute probably knows that I write strictly for the vibes. Basically, I don't worry to much about it and, if someone corrects me later, I try to change it.

I did an unusual amount of research about spiders as background for Peter in Songs for the Zombie Apocalypse. Mostly around how spider eyes work and what specific spider Peter might have gotten his mutations from. Jumping spiders have eyes that can do both telescopic vision and see colors and depth in the same way that humans do. I originally had plans to incorporate this more (lots of head tilting to dial in the telescopic sight) but it didn't fit the word count.

Also, if you ever need to know about New York cities surrounding Albany in the 1930s, I've drawn up a map. For reasons.

13. talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.

already answered

16. where is your favorite place to write?

At home. I alternate between my desk and the kitchen table. I do genuinely enjoy writing in public as well (the library especially is fantastic!) but am hyper paranoid that someone is going to accidentally catch sight of a knife kink scene over my shoulder and call the cops.

18. what is your most and least favorite part of writing?

Writing is one of the few places that I ever experience a true sense of flow. The other being athletics which are frustratingly thin on the ground as an adult. I don't know, it probably sounds stupid to say that writing makes me happy. It doesn't make me happy but it allows me to get out of my own way sometimes which I fucking need.

Opening myself up for feedback is my absolute least favorite part of writing. It's why I usually don't edit (hope ya'll enjoy my sloppy first drafts!) or have a beta. Like, I write to get the fuck away from people and expectations, so it's EXHAUSTING when the writing creates those things in excess. I am terrible at taking constructive criticism. Don't give it to me. It will not end well.

19. what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?

There are the authors that I wish would influence my style and then the ones that actually did. I grew up on a steady diet of very specific teenage horror and, the more I look back, the more I realize how much that probably influenced my work.

So, uh, thanks to Christoper Pike, I guess.

Beyond that, there aren't a lot of authors that I think influenced me. I found Chuck Palahniuk at a very special developmental stage for my brain and romance, as an entire genre, has (no shit) probably saved my life. Got to get the good brain chemicals from somewhere if you can't produce them yourself, right?

40. best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.

My fifth grade teacher, after grading a writing assignment, called my parents and convinced them to send me to creative writing summer camp. Maybe that qualifies more as praise than feedback, but it was wild to have someone believe in me that hard and go to bat for me just because she saw some potential in there somewhere.

#ask game #i deleted and rewrote that last response probably seventeen times #really giving away my age with that christopher pike answer #how dare you with some of these questions

[witikli]

(very long but very important post, sorry in advance) hi uh. i know a lot of my recent posts have been more political than usual but um cope bcus its not gonna stop!

it's more important than ever to deprogram ourselves and confront internal biases based on culturally christian & capitalistic society. duh. i see a lot of people saying this but not many giving examples or advice on how to actually go about doing so, other than just "do the research urself." so i'm trying to share some resources to maybe help people get started. if you take the time to check these out and find them helpful, i urge you to share them with your friends and family as well.

second thought and genetically modified skeptic on youtube have some fucking amazing videos deconstructing christian and capitalistic ideas that most ppl probably don't even realize are ingrained so heavily into our society and are reinforced in almost every single piece of media, like, ever. both of them cite reliable sources and include links to all of them in their video descriptions. they explain things thoroughly and make it easy to understand (also they both put really good captions on all of their videos, but do sometimes reference images on screen without explicitly describing them or providing alt text, though these usually aren't essential to the point of the video). and remember to be critical of ALL media, including the channels i've linked and other anti capitalist or anti (cultural) christianity media. the channels i've linked are both run by cishet white abled men, and they're bound to make mistakes.

so anyways, i think a lot of ppl see criticism about cultural christianity/capitalism and assume it doesn't apply to them. myself included. i am an indigenous + asian queer disabled neurodivergent person and i consider myself an anarchopunk communist. i've done hours upon hours of research about this stuff. this does not mean i am immune to propaganda and internal bias, as much as i liked to think i was for a very long time. people always ask how they can help, how they can contribute, how they can possibly make any sort of an effect when they're just one person, who probably can't afford to donate large amounts of money to the people who Can take things into their own hands. the most important thing you can do is educate yourself. which, by the way, costs nothing but your time, and is often really interesting and enlightening. this doesn't mean you have to read depressing stories about people who are less fortunate (though i encourage you to do that as well). i understand news fatigue, hopelessness, and the want to distance yourself from social media as a means of self care. educating yourself doesn't have to be draining and emotionally demanding.

this has kinda turned into an essay but i wanna end it by saying the thing that prompted this was something as simple as that post saying "when are we going to overthrow the government," with a reply saying "y'all couldn't even boycott chick-fil-a." regardless of whether or not you still eat chick-fil-a, there are countless other companies that are much worse that we don't even bat an eye at. i haven't eaten chick-fil-a since i first found out about their homophobic shit, and i thought that gave me some moral high ground to stand on, despite the fact that i still ordered clothes from companies like fucking shein. i know not everyone can afford to stop buying from unethical but more affordable and accessible companies, i can't either. but everyone can at least be aware of the affect these things have, and spread awareness about it. i can do better, and so can you.

#important #politics #cultural christianity #capitalism #anti capitalism #i dont fkn know what to tag this if yall could reblog w better/more tags i'd appreciate it #i want people to see this

[jaechanartz]

Sonic & the Ninja's Daughter Chapter 2

Psst! Hey...Hello! Here's a little art I did for Chapter 1.2

Thought I'd share it real quick. Some of my girlfriends did some fanart too! I'll share them in later posts. Anyways back to the story. (That is if you have the willpower to read 10,600 words. Yeah you heard right!)

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Chapter 2: A Lonely World

Chapter 2.1 - A Lonely World

The building was not in the worst condition. It just looked like no one had used it, let alone lived in it, for years. Ivy vines hung over the corners of the roof, decorated with glittering snowflakes. There were no glass windows, so the cold winter air could flow into the rooms easily, but with heating, it wouldn't pose any problems. On top of that, it was so close to the abandoned area, or more commonly known as the "ghost town".

Emia had never been to the ghost town before. She had heard so many rumors about the place from her classmates and friends at the high school she used to attend, but she never thought she would ever get so close to it in person. Her aunt, although she was usually a firm believer that rumors were simply lies, had warned Emia and her brother, for safety precautions, not to go there or even go near the gate.

She was already amazed that someone like Speed-o'-Sound Sonic could have the guts to live so close to a place that was supposedly dangerous. Even if the monsters said to be roaming the area did exist, there was no way he could simply even walk casually like nothing out of the ordinary happened. But this was pretty much normal for him. Everyday life. After witnessing how he defeated those three thugs without getting a scratch on himself, Emia didn't see any reason why she should fear a monster with Sonic around. He could easily dodge attacks effortlessly. Furthermore, he didn't believe the rumors at all. He even laughed when she asked him if he was afraid of the ghost-town monster.

"If I were a kid, then yes!" he had said, before joking about how the "ghost-town monster" was just something parents used to scare their children into behaving.

She smiled, and all her concerns and worries were instantly a thing of the past. Even her younger brother, Zero, didn't believe that the monsters existed. When he was eleven, she recalled, he fussed about his stew, and their uncle had warned him that if he didn't eat, the ghost-town monster would grab him in his sleep.

Zero had just frowned and said, "Ha! Ghosts aren't real!"

"Ghosts aren't real, eh?" she mumbled to herself.

Maybe that was true. Maybe there was no such thing as the ghost-town monster.

"Hey."

Sonic gently nudged her, bringing her back to reality. He smiled at her.

"Coming?" he asked, before walking towards the building.

"Uh...sure."

She followed him. Nothing to be afraid of. 'Not with you around.'

. . .

"Watch your step, there." Sonic said as they started up a second set of stairs.

The first set was easy to climb, but the second set had some crumbled steps, so it was slightly more difficult to climb. Sonic held Emia's hand so that she wouldn't fall if she had accidentally slipped.

"You live here by yourself?" she asked as they approached a door on the fifth floor.

"Yep." he replied. "Me, myself and I."

Once they reached the door, Sonic had placed his hand on the silver doorknob when Emia came up with another question.

"What's it like, living in a place like this?"

He momentarily paused.

"Well, it's not much..." he said, finally turning the knob, "...but it's home."

He pushed the door open, and instead of coldness as one would expect, Emia felt a slightly warm breeze.

"Uh, it's a bit messy in here. Watch yourself."

She smiled. "It's okay. How bad could it be?"

She followed him in, and at first, she thought it was a perfectly normal place, but when she started looking around, she realized it was quite the opposite.

She saw Sonic taking off his jacket and seating himself on a mat about to tune in on a radio, but behind him were weapons of all sorts; ninja weapons to be exact. She saw a wooden pillar with kunai daggers and katanas thrust into it. One of the katanas had a sharp, intimidating blade, which had been cut deeply into the pillar, almost as if it was being cut down ruthlessly. It almost scared her. Next to it, on the right, she saw another set of weapons neatly organized. A rectangular wooden slab with lined-up shuriken; a set of ten kunai and a sword sheathed in a black scabbard. The way it was organized was enough to hypnotize Emia, and for a moment she felt so tempted to touch the sword, even if it was just to hold the hilt of it, but she was strong enough to push that temptation away. Why would Sonic be so interested in collecting these kinds of weapons? Where did he even get them from? Minors owning weapons or weapons used for criminal acts was illegal, but weapon stores were still running.

Shuriken. Kunai. Sharp katanas. That unwanted feeling of unease slowly started to rise within her.

'Is Speed-o'-Sound Sonic...? Is he a...?'

Despite her attempts to resist, she went down on her knees and her hand slowly started to reach for the hilt of the sword before her.

"Hey!" Sonic said behind her. "What are you doing?"

The level of voice made her realize he was right behind her, and before she could react, he swooped down, grabbed her wrist and yanked her hand away from the sword. She just stared up at him, taken aback by this sudden act.

"Don't touch that!" he told her. "That blade is sharp."

He let her go and turned to walk away, then stopped. He turned back around and saw her still there on the floor, staring at her knees, with her hand around her wrist.

"I-I'm sorry." he said to her softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you or anything-"

"It's okay." she whispered. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm okay."

He nodded silently. For some reason, he was feeling so awful about this, and he couldn't figure out why. Maybe he was just tired. It had been quite a long night. A peaceful walk in the snow somehow managed to turn into a situation where he had to rescue a cute girl from danger. He sighed and pushed his bangs back from his face, feeling as if he was getting some sort of headache. He was already starting to feel exhausted.

"Hey, Sonic?"

"Yeah?" he responded tiredly.

Emia bit her bottom lip, trying to come up with a comprehensive way to ask him the question she desperately wanted to know the answer to. The only thing she hoped to get from him right now was nothing but simple honesty.

"Speed-o'-Sound Sonic," she began confidently. "Are...are you...?"

'Dammit!'

She became frustrated at herself for faltering.

Sonic blinked at her, both curious and confused at the same time.

"Am I... what?"

After regaining her confidence, she exhaled and looked up at him, looking directly into his eyes, and tried again.

"Speed-o'-Sound Sonic. Are you a ninja? A real ninja?"

That completely caught him off guard. She didn't even try to ask it as a leading question; she just went and asked him straight up! Questions that required the truth for an answer were never easy for him to answer. What could he do? He could lie and say no, so that way, he would be able to make a valuable explanation for the weapons. Easy, right?

'No. What made you think that? The weapons? I just like having them as collector's items."

The problem was, though, from the look in her eyes, Sonic knew that Emia was in no mood to hear lies. She wanted him to be honest. They say that truth hurts, but in this situation, he could hurt her more by lying. She was already physically and emotionally hurt enough as it was. With all that laid on the table, he had only two choices: lie and hurt Emia's feelings or give her what she needed from him and tell her the truth. He chose the latter.

"Yeah." he said, barely audible.

"What?"

Emia's eyes lit up slightly, looking as if she was trying to figure out whether she had heard what she thought she had just heard.

Sonic swallowed.

"Yes." he said louder, before he realized how broken his voice sounded and cleared his throat. "Yes. I'm a ninja."

Her heart nearly skipped a beat. There it was! The truth! In that one simple answer. That was all she needed to put her mind at ease. She gave him a grateful smile.

"Thanks for your honesty, Sonic. I really appreciate it." she said sweetly.

That surprised him. There he was, thinking she would hate him, only to find her appreciating his honesty. No hatred, just simple gratitude. Just who exactly was this girl? It made him feel awkward.

"Uh...sure?"

She chuckled and then composed herself.

"If you don't mind me asking," she said. "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you were a ninja?"

'Damn! I had a feeling she would ask me that if I said "yes"!'

He was too far gone, though. Feeble lies would not help his case.

The truth was, he didn't tell because he felt that if he did, he would have frightened her or inadvertently hurt her in any way or form. He felt as if her heart would be crushed if she found out he was a ninja. He was an assassin: no one in the public would treat or look at him the way she did. No one would have accepted him the way he was. That was why he never bothered with companionship or love. Well, much rather, rarely. But Emia didn't run away, hate him or say or do anything to provoke him in order to have him lash out at her like the deadly assassin he was. Instead, she had simply appreciated his honesty and kindness, and that alone made him grateful. He had never met anyone like her, and he already felt as if he was starting to like her, no matter how much he denied it. He didn't want to lose her so quickly after what he did for her.

That was why he didn't tell her up until when she asked him.

But how could he put that into words? Spilling out his true feelings in one honest explanation was rather embarrassing. Especially if he had to say it in front of a girl.

'Oh, geez! Well, here goes nothing...'

"Uh, well..." he started hesitantly. "The reason why I didn't tell was because...um..."

"Go on." she said patiently.

Sonic felt his cheeks go red.

"Well, I'm not sure how to put this into words...it's a little embarrassing but...I didn't tell you anything because...well, I was..."

"You were afraid I wasn't going to trust you anymore? That I wouldn't see you as a friend?"

He blinked at her. A memory of their conversation at the plaza flooded in.

"Emia. If it's that bad, then you should talk to someone... Someone you can trust."

"You saved my life, and because of that, I trust you.'

'Trust...'

"Y-yeah." he replied. "That's one way to put it, I suppose."

She smiled.

"You know," she said. "You're far too young to be worrying so much."

"Uh, I'm sorry, what?" he asked, frowning.

"That's something my aunt would probably say." she replied. "Point is, you shouldn't worry about me losing trust in you, because I won't."

This took him by surprise. Hearing that from anyone would have been a first.

"Wait, r-really?"

"Yes!" she chuckled before composing herself again. "You know, my mother once said something important to me. She said that even if it seems that no one will appreciate you for whatever reason, there will always be that somebody who will still follow you and remain by your side, and the one person who does that is a living reminder that you're never alone in the world."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, so if even if no one else does, I'll still trust you. I mean, you saved my life, and you gave me comfort and advice that I was almost certain no one would give me. You've been so good to me up until now, so there is no way I could not trust you. I certainly don't see any logic in hating you just because you're a ninja. The fact that I was saved and then given words of wisdom by a ninja like you is... awesome. So, thank you!"

There wasn't a single shadow in that sweet smile of hers. Although it made him feel more embarrassed than before, Sonic himself was grateful that there was someone from the outside world who appreciated and trusted him. Maybe he had found a friend, one that would replace the one he lost nine years ago. Maybe tonight would help him realize that solitude wasn't a strength after all.

He frowned as he felt himself flush and rolled his eyes away from hers.

"Whatever." he replied casually, "It was nothing, really. I was just...doing my thing, I guess."

She giggled, then fatigue overcame her. Sonic noticed how exhausted she was, walked over to her and touched her face, inspecting her injuries. But Emia didn't realize this at first, so she blushed as he brushed away some of her hair.

"Those don't look too bad, actually." he said. "I think you'll be fine."

"Huh? Oh! Really?"

"Yeah. I'll take care of those and the grazes on your knees. I'll give you a change of clothes."

She blushed as she felt the warmth from his fingertips spread across her skin. He really was warm, just like his kindness. She placed her palm on the back of his hand and smiled.

"Okay. Sure. Thanks." she whispered sleepily.

He returned a smile.

"No problem." he replied, lowering his hand. "I'll go grab you some clothes. Stay here until I come back, okay? And don't fall asleep. At least, not yet."

She nodded and he walked away.

Emia nuzzled her face into the purple scarf Sonic had given to her and smiled shyly as she thought about all he had done for her.

Sonic smiled to himself as he dug around for clothes and found one of his old Nin-Nin tops. He figured it would do for her.

Though neither had realized it immediately, it became apparent how lonely their lives had been, and how memories of their pasts had been eating at them since they chose to bottle up their emotions inside them.

But both Sonic and Emia knew, after all that had happened between them, that the world would no longer be lonely.

Chapter 2.2 - Where Monsters Like to Play

As she changed in the bathroom, Sonic washed Emia's bloodied clothes. There wasn't much blood staining her top or socks, so they were easy to wash. Even after all that had happened, he still couldn't believe that these clothes were worn by the same girl he saved. He paused momentarily at the thought, shook it away and continued to wash. Once he was finished, he set them in a laundry basket and carried them to a drying rack. There, he hung and pegged her clothes, and by the time he had pegged up her socks, the bathroom door opened and Emia came out.

From the look on her face, Sonic could tell that Emia felt like a child in his clothes. She kept the scarf on, but not just to keep warm. The Nin-Nin top's neckline was awfully big. The neckline was wide enough to slip off her shoulders if she was any smaller, and the sleeves went over her hands by at least ten centimeters. The navy tracksuits, which would usually go half-way down Sonic's shins, almost went down to her ankles and judging by the length of the elastic straps, she had to pull them so that they would fit and wouldn't fall from her waist. Even though it wasn't meant to be a laughing matter, Sonic couldn't help but smile at the sight of her and had to cover his mouth with his hand. But that didn't stop the snorting from escaping him.

Emia frowned at him.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Liar. You're laughing at me, aren't you?"

"I am not!" he said. "It's just...those look bigger on you than I thought they would be."

"You don't say." she said sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. Don't be like that! To be honest, though..." he added, looking at her thoughtfully.

"Huh?"

His smirk started to show.

"You look kind of cute in my clothes."

After a moment of confusion, Emia's face went red with embarrassment.

"Wha?! Ah! You jerk!" she cried, hiding her face behind the scarf.

"Chill out, would you?" he said, laughing at her reaction. "I didn't mean it like that."

She peeked out and blinked shyly at him.

"Huh?"

He shook his head and smiled.

"Never mind. Come on, let's get your face sorted out."

He took her by the hand and sat her down in front of him. A first aid kit was sitting on the floor, waiting patiently to be opened. He started by rubbing a cotton bud, which had been dipped in an alcoholic antiseptic, onto her cheek, but Emia winced and started complaining.

"Ow! The alcohol stings!" she whined.

"Well, it's partly your fault for getting yourself hurt, isn't it?" he replied with a frown. "Besides, if I don't put the alcohol on, some of them will get worse, so you'll just have to sit there and endure it."

"Can't you at least be gentle?"

"I won't if you don't stop whining like a baby."

That shut her up before she quickly said: "Okay, I'll be good."

"Alright, then. Now hold still. It'll hurt more if you keep fidgeting."

Despite the stinging, Emia was able to cope with the antiseptic. Once it was finally over, Sonic started covering up some of the injuries with band-aids. He brushed some of her hair out of the way, occasionally telling her to hold it back for him as he smoothed down a band-aid on her face.

When he was done, Emia had three white square bandages – one on each cheek and one on her forehead - and a small plaster over her nose.

"There. Good as new, almost." he said with a smile. "I took care of some of the bad ones. You should be okay now."

"Thanks..." she replied with a yawn as she leaned slightly forward towards him with droopy eyes. "So, sleepy..."

As if she meant to hug him, she fell into his arms as he caught her, and dropped off into sleep. Sonic blinked at her, surprised, then smiled. He then lifted her up and carefully laid her down on a sleeping bag he had rolled out earlier. It was easy to do since she was unexpectedly light to carry for her age, but it meant that all he had to do was tuck her in. He gathered two thick blankets and draped them over her, and as she snuggled in them and smiled in her sleep, he knew she was satisfied. He did the same thing for himself and lay one meter away from her.

He captured her sweet, sleeping face one more time before he himself closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

. . .

She ran through darkness. She didn't know where she was going, nor did she care. She only cared about escaping from what she perceived to be the ruthless hunter, even if the clawed branches and brambles were attempting to weaken her. Thorns had already torn off her hood, branches had left claw marks on her face, and thistles and thorns had left her skirt ripped and cuts and stings on her knees. Despite all this, she continued to run, without looking back or stopping to catch her breath.

Her efforts had not been in vain, as she soon found a dimly lit cottage ahead of her. She only had three seconds to catch her breath before she was to dart toward the door. She slammed it open with her shoulder and slammed it back in immediately after she was inside. She stood there, barring the door with her back and arms, gasping for air. Sweat and blood from her cheeks trickled down and dripped onto the floor as she silently prayed that the being hunting her wouldn't find her.

Moments after desperate prayers, she heard a familiar voice calling her name. She raised her head and saw her mother in front of her, wearing a long-sleeved dress as white as snow. The girl rushed to embrace her mother, relieved by her warmth, but when their eyes met, her mother's smile went out and her blood was sprayed on the girl's face, causing her to stumble backwards and hit the floor. When she wiped away the thick warm red liquid from her eyes, she caught sight of her mother dropping on the floor with her blade in her back. When she looked up, she saw, to her dismay, the one who had been hunting her. He yanked the blade out of the dead woman's back and walked towards the girl. She stared helplessly as the assassin towered over her, the sharp, deadly sword raised for the kill. As the blade slashed through the air and was brought down upon her, she shut her eyes as the worst lingered closer by the second...

Emia woke up screaming, sweat covering her face and palms. Her heart was pounding a mile a minute and for a moment she was trying to remember how to breathe all whilst struggling to recover from her nasty fright. She had almost forgotten where she was until she felt a familiar touch on her arm. When she swung her head to her right, she saw a worried Sonic clutching her arm tightly.

"Emia! Are you okay?" he asked. "I heard you moaning in your sleep, but I couldn't wake you up."

She didn't say anything, but in a panic looked at her hands. When she saw nothing there but her skin, she calmed down slightly. Sonic loosened his grip on her arm.

"Emia?"

"I'm fine." she said without looking at him. "It was just another nightmare. Sorry."

"No, it's okay." he said, eventually letting her go. "I get them too."

She looked up at him, slightly surprised. She didn't think for a second that someone like Speed-o'-Sound Sonic would have nightmares. At least, not the kind of nightmares she would have. She remembered him saying at the café that he had lost people he knew. Maybe that's what gave him trouble sleeping at night. She wasn't really sure, though.

"How could you have nightmares?" she asked with a frown. "I thought ninjas weren't meant to be scared of anything, since they're so formidable."

"Everyone gets them, I guess." he replied with a shrug. "Even ninjas."

"Yeah, but..." she started, then stopped. "Uh...you're a strange one."

"Anyway, it must have been a pretty scary nightmare for you to wake up screaming like that." he then said. "If you don't mind me asking, what happened exactly? To your mother, I mean."

The question caught her off guard. Why would he ask her that now?

"Well, you were moaning in your sleep for her." he explained, noticing the look on her face. "You were saying, 'Mom, Mom' over and over. Whatever happened to her in the past, it must have been terrible for you. So, what happened to her?"

She frowned at him and said nothing. Instead, she lay back down with her back to him. But she couldn't go back to sleep. It was this issue that left her feeling miserable in the mornings. She would be short-tempered with her brother and older cousin, snapping at them when she didn't mean to, and she would be unsociable with others. She would even refuse to do the things she would usually enjoy doing.

"Are you okay?" her aunt would ask her, trying to look into her eyes or feel her forehead for a non-existent fever.

Emia would turn away and say, "Fine." with a neutral look on her face.

Still not saying anything to Sonic, she curled up with her knees to her chest, hugging them and biting her lip as if she was trying to prevent the danger of crying, before she felt his fingertips touch her shoulder.

"Hey, Emia?" he said softly. "Is something wrong? Do you not want to talk about it?"

She didn't reply and hugged her knees tighter. He just sighed, turned his back to her and propped his arm on one knee.

"It's fine if you don't want to tell me. It's never easy to talk about things like that." he said as he closed his eyes. "I'll just sit here until you fall asleep, okay?"

She was momentarily silent, then it came out of her mouth almost automatically without her thinking about it.

"I saw her die." she said quietly.

He opened his eyes and turned to look at her, as if she had just said something insane.

"I saw my mother die in front of me." she said. "That's what happened."

"You...you mean, in the nightmare?" he replied, internally hoping that this didn't happen for real.

She nodded once, her eyes becoming glazed with tears.

"It's always the same thing." she whispered. "No matter how many times I block my ears or shut my eyes, I can still see it playing over and over so clearly. I can still hear it. The screaming. The bloodshed. The sound of her body hitting the floor..." - she started to tremble - "It... still scares me...it still hurts. It hurts so badly."

The truth was devastating to hear. Sonic already knew that Emia's mother was dead, now he knew how. She had been killed by some...inhumane being. He turned away from her, his speech somehow robbed by sudden guilt. How many lives did he take without remorse, when he used to take contracts for assassination? How many of those lives could have belonged to someone's mother? He had done it without mercy, all because of his disdain for the world and because of what all the Ninja Village had raised him and several others to do. Kill like an emotionless machine, not caring for the pain it would cause towards others.

'Great.' he thought. 'What am I supposed to say to Emia now? It's not like I have a right to say anything after what I've done in the past. Even so, I can't just leave her like this. What should I do? What can I say?'

He himself never even had a mother, so how could he say, "I know how you feel."? But he could say that. He didn't need to lose a parent to learn how it felt to lose someone.

"Hey, uh, Emia?" he said quietly. "I, uh...I'm really sorry...about your mom."

She stopped crying and turned her head towards him.

"R-really?"

He bit his bottom lip, hesitant to respond.

"Well, I never really had a mother myself, so I don't really understand how it feels to lose close family or anything." he said. "But, I do understand how it feels to see people you know die...and not be able to do anything about it."

"You...you do?" she asked.

Sonic felt the moon's rays on his back as he nodded. It wasn't going to be easy to talk about, he may as well tell her.

"Yeah," he replied. "I grew up in a Ninja Village, and nine years ago, when I was sixteen, there was a massacre. Every last one of my people – students and staff – was killed. I was the only one who survived, but even now, sometimes I can't help but think that maybe I should've done something to stop it, or to save some of the ones who died. Sometimes, I can't help but think that maybe I should've died with them. But in the end, there wasn't anything I could do. I mean, what could a sixteen-year-old boy do against something like that? Even so, no matter how much that feeling ate at me, I toughed it out and endured it regardless."

He turned to her and placed his hand on her shoulder as she blinked away her tears.

"Emia. Life may be harsh on you at times." he told her. "It happens to almost everyone, but we can endure it. I know you have what it takes to do that. I know you're stronger than this, strong enough to get back on your feet and keep moving. So long as you have endurance, you can continue to live your life the way you should. I'm sure that...I'm sure that's she would want for you."

As she let his words sink deeper inside her, Emia's tears started to swell up in her eyes again. She tried to do everything she could do to keep them from showing – blinking and wiping them away – but in the end it was pointless. Unable to control herself, she sent the covers flying off her as she flung her arms around the neck of a surprised Sonic, crying on his shoulder (or much rather her sleeve). After a moment, he simply smiled and put his arms around her.

"Geez," he murmured. "You're such a handful, you know that?"

She let out a shaky breath in response, and with it, all her pain and fear left her peacefully. For a reason unknown to her at that time, Emia felt as if she had some sense of security in Sonic's arms. Or much rather, just being with him in general. He made her feel safer and well-protected. It was almost as if there was a barrier that formed every time his arms were around her, one that prevented violence and pain from being inflicted upon her. Emia struggled to figure out whether she was crying out of happiness and relief, or because she was still struggling to recover from the memories of her mother and that dreadful nightmare. She had started to chew on her sleeve, which was an old childhood habit of hers when she was trying to recover from fright, and she had managed to get a good grip of Sonic's topknot, trying to stay awake, afraid to go back to sleep. She feared that if she did, she would be plagued with nightmares and once again trapped a "hell-on-earth" replica.

'In the world where monsters like to play.' She used to call it when she was little.

Sonic's warmth and soft voice brought her back to reality.

"Get some sleep, you big baby." he murmured sleepily. "We need to be up early tomorrow so we can take you home..."

She had managed to loosen his topknot and now it was partly undone (sort of). Straight, long black locks of hair that went all the way down his back. One lock was hanging over the palm of her hand as she felt it. It felt soft. Almost like silk.

Fatigue overcame her again and her eyelids felt as heavy as lead.

She lowered her hand as Sonic lowered himself with her on the sleeping bag. He was fully aware that there was no point in trying to get her off him. He was too tired to do so. May as well sleep this way.

In the next moment, they were both asleep in each other's arms.

Chapter 2.3 - I'm Home

It would have been a surprise to anyone who woke up to the sun's warming rays on their body on such a cold winter morning.

That's how it was for Emia when she initially thought it was Sonic, but then she realised it felt so much warmer than him. He was still there, sleeping next to her with his topknot half-undone, but they were no longer in each other's arms as she last remembered.

Although, that was the least of her concern. What had surprised her even more was the fact she was able to fall asleep after a nightmare, and she didn't have any more of them after that either. It was a rare case, especially now that she was feeling a lot better than she was last night. She placed her hand on her forehead, trying to recall all the events that occurred that night. The only thing she failed to remember was the nightmare that had scared her awake.

"How strange..." she mumbled to herself. "I've never experienced this feeling before."

But she wasn't angry about it. This might be the new start in life she was looking for. Suddenly, she remembered the conversation she had with her aunt on Sonic's phone.

'Oh, that's right. Sonic needs to take me home today. I should remember how to get there now.'

The three men who had attacked her last night caused an injury to her head, resulting in her having a temporary memory loss. Because of this, Emia couldn't remember how to get back home. Now that she had recovered, she had to try and remember so that Sonic could take her home and so that she could put her aunt's mind at ease.

She placed the tip of her finger on her forehead, closed her eyes and imagined herself in the areas of Z City she was most familiar with. (This was a method Emia often used to help her retrace her steps for whatever the situation may be, whether she was lost somewhere or pinpointing a certain location. With this method, she would be able to follow a route exactly how she remembered it in her mind). She started with the city centre - she went through there almost every day - and pictured every location she could recall within that area, starting by placing the abandoned district north from the centre. Then, she started replicating the centre itself. Central station, north-west. The school I used to attend, east. School short-cut, south east of the school. Nature park, north-east from Z-City Central Station. The hospital where Uncle Miji works, a twenty minute walk from the park. Emia knew that her uncle took forty-five minutes to get home. But where was home, and how would she find it?

'For starters,' she thought. 'I need to recall which direction I would usually come from when I enter the city centre. Then I'll be able to narrow the area where my home is situated.'

It was quite easy to figure out: she usually entered from the south, so her home was somewhere within the south-east and south-western areas. She pictured herself walking home from school. Enter from the east, through the commuting crowds. Pass the main shopping mall, the one with the banner and big TVs next to it. Reach the south entrance. Walk pass the convenience store Sally runs. Sally's store is two blocks away from home, so...

'That's it! There it is!'

In an apartment complex, six storeys high, on the fifth floor. First door to the right. Home. The home she and her younger brother lived with their aunt, uncle, and older cousin. She opened her eyes. She finally remembered! Her family would be very relieved to see her alive and well. She nodded confidently to herself when she started to hear Sonic snoring next the her. She looked over at him and frowned. This was exactly why she didn't often enjoy sharing a room with somebody who snored. She hated it, and couldn't resist the urge to flick Sonic's nose, like she would with her older cousin, Rin. She did it twice, and even though it woke him up the second time, she flicked him a third time and he shot up frustrated and in slight pain, his hand over his nose.

"What the hell, Emia?" he yelled. "I was already awake the second time!"

The poor girl with amethyst eyes had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide the fact that she was trying not to laugh at him for a moment. The neckline of the Nin-Nin top she wore overnight slipped down her shoulder slightly.

"Sorry," she said with a smile, after composing herself. "I don't like sleeping next to people who snore like you do."

He frowned irritated. "Fine, whatever. What do you want?"

"Home." she replied, slipping the top's neckline back over her shoulder. "I know how to get home now."

"Oh. So you remember now, huh?"

She nodded with a smile. "The abandoned area is north of the city centre, right? I usually enter from the south, so my home is south of the centre."

"Well, you're gonna have to show me," he answered with a yawn, "so I can take you home. Go on and change: your clothes are over there."

He pointed towards the drying rack where he hung her clothes to dry overnight, and she gave him a quick hug.

"Thanks, Sonic."

"Thank me later, " he said, almost moaning sleepily. "Go on. Shoo!"

Emia had never felt happier. Things were starting to look up for her again.

. . .

"Are you sure you don't want this?" she asked him, clutching the purple scarf around her neck he had given her last night as the two headed for the city centre.

"No, no, it's fine." he replied. "It's yours now."

But Emia couldn't help feeling that she needed to give it back to Sonic. Maybe it was because he gave it to her so freely and kindly that it almost felt like she was stealing. But for the time being, she chose to push the thought aside and focus on getting home.

Then, the moment she heard the faint sound of multiple footsteps and voices ahead of her, as well as the occasional vehicles passing through, she rushed towards the sounds as if to confirm she had the right feeling of where they could possibly come from.

"Hey, Emia!" Sonic called from behind her. "Slow down, would you? You're getting too far ahead!"

She slightly slowed her pace, allowing him to catch up to her, but had to stop anyway as she had to shield her eyes from the sunlight. Sonic had caught up and standing beside her when she lowered her hand, and they were both amazed by what they saw.

The streets before them were so alive and bustling, it was almost hard to believe it was real. Early birds, commuters, café workers, you name it. They were all there. Crossing the streets, talking on the phone and to each other, laughing. It was an amazing sight, and Emia finally felt that familiar sense of home.

"Holy crap, it's so crowded out here!" Sonic said, looking at the time on his cellphone. "It's not even that late in the day!"

Emia giggled. "Well, you should try coming down here during the summer. It's a struggle just trying to cross the roads!"

"For real? Well, never mind that." he replied. "Show me where you live so I can take you home, if you can."

She smiled and nodded once. "Of course!"

She scanned the area over the sea of heads, keeping an eye out for distinguishable buildings or locations from the replica she had pictured earlier. When she spotted the mall she used to pass by on her way home from school, she took Sonic's arm to get his attention.

"It's this way." she said pointing, and she led him towards the mall, and therefore the south.

As they squeezed through the early-morning crowds, Emia made sure that she had a good grip on Sonic and that she stayed as close to him as possible, fearing that she might end up getting separated from him or that he could get lost.

Thankfully, they were able to stick together all the way through and managed to reach Emia's south entrance, so she let go of him, feeling more at ease now that they finally out of there. She continued to lead the way, with him following.

"Come on, down this way."

As he followed her down, Sonic felt like he was walking down a quiet suburban street, despite them being so close to the city centre. The area was not familiar to him, but it wouldn't take long for him to memorize the route they were taking, just in case he needed it for "future references". Just in case he felt like he needed to see her again.

'But why would I need to do that? That's just ludicrous!'

Around fifteen minutes later, after turning left at an intersection, passing a convenience store and travelling a total of twenty blocks, they stopped in from of a creamy colored apartment complex building. Sonic counted six storeys and then looked at Emia, who seemed to be gazing at some of the balconies, which were decorated with hanging flower baskets.

"So, you live here?" he asked her.

She turned to look at him and nodded. Then she pointed upwards.

"I live on the fifth floor." she said. "Come on." - she started to walk towards the entrance - "You should meet my family."

"Hm? Oh. Sure."

Inside, the place was quite modern and looked as if it had just been renovated. Vanilla coloured walls, red, firm carpet flooring, white painted doors with gold or silver metal numbers on their fronts, even the stairs! It felt so different compared to the buildings situated in the abandoned area. Sonic was so bewildered by the sight that he completely forgot he was meant to be following Emia, who was almost halfway up the first flight of stairs when she realised he wasn't following her.

"Hey Sonic? Are you okay?"

Her voice brought him back to reality.

"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm fine." he said, hurrying over to her. "Sorry about that."

She smiled. "It's okay. Just don't zone out, okay? I don't want to accidently leave you behind somewhere."

"Yeah, right. Of course. Sorry."

He followed her up five flights of stairs. They didn't need to walk down the hallway; they only had to take a few steps before stopping at a partially opened door the colour of milky quartz with the number '5e' in sliver plating. Next to it on the left, Sonic noticed, was a sky blue sign labelled "Kaganshi" neatly craved in black kanji.

Emia took a deep breath before opening the door wider.

"Here we go." she said almost in a whisper, and went inside, with Sonic following closely behind.

The gray hallway was wider than he thought. To the right were a two bikes: one a navy blue with black markings and the other was purple with white highlights. Sonic assumed the purple one was Emia's. On the left was a metal barred shoe rack. Shoes of different sizes were neatly organized. Emia took off her sneakers and placed them neatly at the bottom before nervously walking into the larger room. As he walked in, Sonic inhales the sweet smell of great cuisine.

The place was quite big for an appartment. The kitchen, the dining room and the lounge were in one big room. The walls were just like outside: creamy coloured. The TV was sitting on a glass top, with what looked like a DVD player and a game console on the lower shelf. A young man with black hair dyed with a blue fade was sitting on the floor watching it. The kitchen had a granite-like worktop with white cupboards, and the dining table was a large wooden table with a light grey cover, where an older man was sitting reading a paper. A woman had her back turned, focusing on the cooking behind him.

Emia exhaled.

"Aunt Kanae? I'm home."

The woman (whom Sonic assumed was Kanae) froze when she heard Emia's voice, and spun around to face her in disbelief, her side swept hair flying behind her. The man at the table looked up and the paper slipped from his grasp when he stood up. The younger man who was watching the TV turned and stared at the girl with band-aids on her face and scrapes on her knees with widened ocean eyes. Despite the fact that the attention was intended for him, Sonic felt awkward about the whole situation. Did Emia say something wrong? Was she going to get into trouble for staying at his home - the home of a complete stranger? But he was helping her, wasn't he? Surely they would understand that. Right?

Kanae's bright hazel eyes filled with sudden tears of joy and she immediately rushed over and pulled her niece into a tight, warm embrace. She kissed her hair, her forehead, her cheeks. She couldn't stop kissing her.

"Oh, Emia! Thank goodness you're alright!" she whispered, still holding her. "We were so worried about you!"

Emia felt her own tears rising. She never meant to make her aunt worry so much. Then again, her mother would have acted the same way, so really the girl should not have been so surprised. The older man with onyx hair and gray rimmed glasses came over and placed his hand on Emia's shoulder.

"Uncle Miji."

"Welcome home, Emia." he said softly. "I'm so glad you're safe."

He gave her a small hug then pulled away.

"Please, promise you won't scare us like that again."

Emia nodded. "I won't. I'm sorry I worried you. My cellphone was broken and, well..."

"Emi! Lil' coz!"

The younger male with eyes as blue as the ocean hurried over to hug her.

"Rin!"

She hugged her older cousin tightly, clutching the back of his navy sweater. When she pulled away, Rin looked at the band-aids.

"Say, what happened to your face?" he asked. "Did you get beat up or something? And who's this guy?" - he pointed at Sonic - "He a friend of yours?"

Emia felt more nervous than she did before she entered the apartment. How was she going to explain herself? Her aunt would throw a fit if she found out her niece had been beaten up by thugs in an alleyway in a desolate street. And Sonic. How could she tell them that she spent the night at the home a man she just barely knew? She could feel that Sonic felt pressured too behind her. But she couldn't lie to her family. She didn't want to cause any more trouble for them. She exhaled and took a step back, turning towards the raven-haired ninja.

"This is Sonic. He was the one who saved my life last night and treated my injuries." she explained. "I was attacked by a group of men on my way home last night. They broke my cellphone and they hurt me real bad. Then Sonic here showed up and saved me from them. He took me into his home and took care of me for the night. And, um..."

She hesitated for a moment, but when she looked into his grey eyes, she smiled and kept going.

"If Sonic hadn't come and saved me, I...I don't think I would've survived. It's thanks to him that I was able to get home. Because of him..."- she took hold of the purple scarf around her neck - "...because of him, I'm alive."

All eyes were now on the man with onyx hair tied in a topknot and purple marks under his grey eyes. He swallowed nervously. Was this the part where he had to say something? He glanced at the supposed prompting look in Emia's eyes, but he wasn't really sure on what to do or say. He really didn't have any intentions to stay. All he wanted to do was take Emia home and go his own separate way and forget this never happened at all. However, for some reason, there was a part of him that told him otherwise.

Kanae walked closer towards him, her shining hazel eyes gazing into his face.

"So it was you?" she asked with a warm yet small smile. "Were you the one who saved her?"

Sonic didn't need to say much.

"Y...yeah."

Before he could do anything, Kanae pulled him into a quick embrace, catching him completely off guard. When she let him go, he saw the glittering tears in her eyes and her smile of gratitude. Much like Emia's.

"Thank you so much for helping my niece." she said, bowing politely. "I don't know how we can ever repay you for this!"

"Uh..." Sonic replied awkwardly. "It was nothing, really..."

"Nothing?" Emia piped up. "He was amazing! He took out three strongly built men without getting a scratch on himself! And he went so fast he was like a blur!"

"Well, it was only a couple of guys..." he tried to explain modestly.

"Why don't you stay with us for breakfast?" Kanae offered.

Sonic looked at her. "Huh? N-no, that's alright, you don't have to-"

"Please," Miji said, with a smile. "This is the least we can do to thank you for all you've done. You saved our niece. We could've lost her forever had it not been for you. Please, stay a while. It would mean so much."

"Come on, Sonic." Emia pleaded, clutching the sleeve of his jacket. "Please stay. We haven't had guests in ages."

"Yeah," Rin said with a grin and his hands behind his head. "The more the merrier!"

Sonic couldn't find the words to say. This family was freely offering their kindness to him all because he saved Emia's life. But did they not know who he was? What he had done to people like them? He wanted to leave, but at the same time he did not want to offend them. Feeling Emia's eyes on him did nothing to help relieve the pressure. Even so...

"I, uh..." he started hesitantly, looking down. "I don't...really deserve this kindness, but..."

"Oh, don't worry about it!" Kanae said cheerfully. "After all you have done for our sweet Emia, this is very least we can do. You're more than welcome here now. So please, by all means, stay with us. You must be hungry."

He felt his cheeks flush as he heard this, but when he felt Emia squeeze his hand and saw her cute little smile, he was somewhat instantly relieved.

'I suppose,' he thought, 'it would be best not to go home on an empty stomach.'

He finally gathered his courage and looked up at the patient family.

"Sure. Why not?" he answered with a smile. "It would be rude not accept your thanks. Besides, I haven't had a proper breakfast in a while, so I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Alright!" Emia cheered, then she turned to her cousin. "Hey, Rin! Let's get another plate out. We've got a special guest today!"

Chapter 2.4 - Breakfast

As he covered his hands in the sleeves of his black sweater, Sonic could not help but look around the place. He got a good look at the balcony's slider window from where he was sitting. The railing outside was covered a white blanket of snow and the clear view of the area outside was unbelievly beautiful. The sun spread its golden light over the buildings, snow, and the glittering morning dew.

The floor beneath his feet was a golden brown, and the kitchen worktop was neatly organized. Seasonings and spices were arranged in alphabetical order on a spice rack to the left of the stove where Kanae worked away. Sonic listened to the sound of eggs being cracked and beaten in a bowl with a fork, bacon sizzling in a pan and Kanae singing an unfamiliar song to herself. He closed his eyes and inhaled the heavenly aromas that surrounded him, trying to savour every last bit of it. He never would have experienced such pleasure in the Ninja Village. The food they had served him there had a smell that always made him grimace, and it always so bland. Bland, tastless stew. There were times where he had the temptation to throw his bowl across the room. Maybe for once, he'd be glad he left the damned place. He shook the memory away and tried to focus on something else. Next to him, Emia had noticed the involuntary shake of his head and the look on his face.

"Are you okay, Sonic?" she asked him, her dark wavy locks of hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head.

Within the next second after hearing her soft voice, he found himself locked in the gaze of her amethyst eyes. He didn't want her to worry, so he gave her a small smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright." he said. "I couldn't help but notice..."- he looked over his shoulder - "...you have such a nice place."

"Well, thanks." she said with a returning smile. "I'd love to show the rest of the house, but you've probably got other things to do after breakfast..."

"Don't worry, you can always show me another time." he replied.

Although he didn't initially think he was going to feel the need to come back here, now he was feeling quite the opposite. He was given such a welcome into this family dwelling, there was a part of him that felt that he belonged here, even if these people weren't his real family.

Emia gave a small smile when Kanae lay out two plates of food in front of them on the table.

"Here you go." she said with a kind smile. "Be careful. It's hot."

Sonic's face was positioned above the steam of the food. A golden omelette, two small fat sausages, three big cooked slices of tomatoes and green vegetation that looked like garnishing herbs. His mind whirled. He had never seen this sort of dish before. It smelled and looked so delicious, he was desperate to dig in.

He slowly took up the chopsticks provided for him and glanced at Emia. She was gleefully cutting through her omelette and lifted up a piece before her eyes met with his.

"This is the best." she simply said, before stuffing it into her mouth.

Sonic returned to his own food and carefully used his chopsticks to cut. He picked up the piece of omelette and held it close to his parted lips. Then he hesitated for a brief moment before finally putting it into his mouth. His teeth broke the piece of food, and the moment they did, he was instantly caught by surprise. He had never felt so much flavour explode on his tongue. He chewed it slowly, wanting to savour every taste. It was so...divine. When he swallowed, his fingertips felt his bottom lip.

"It's...this is amazing..." he said almost in a soft whisper.

Rin, who was sitting opposite him, chuckled as if he had overheard him.

"Nothing beats Mom's cooking. Especially when it comes to her..."chicken breast"."

He laughed as his mother flicked his arm with the back of her hand. Sonic rolled his eyes and kept eating the heavenly food. A smile spread across his face. He looked up at Kanae.

"I'm not kidding when I say this. This really is good, Mrs Kaganshi."

She gave a sweet, kind laugh.

"Please, you can call me Kanae. I'm glad you like it. It's the very least I can do. Also, I couldn't help but notice, Sonic, you eat like you've never had omelettes before."

"No, I have. It's just...we never had the luxury of good food where I came from."

"Where do you come from, Sonic?" she asked curiously.

"Mm, it's a long story. Maybe I'll tell you another time."

The dark haired woman raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "Alright, if you insist."

"Hm?"

"Hey, I got a question!" Rin piped up. "What do you do for a living? Do you work as a hero?"

"Huh? Why would you-?"

"If you can kick a thug's butt then you have to be a hero, right?" he replied, censoring himself in front of his parents.

"Sonic's not a hero, Rin." his younger cousin sighed.

"Well, if he's not a hero, then what else does he work as then?"

"Uh, well, I did work as a bodyguard for a bit." Sonic said casually.

"A bodyguard?" Emia repeated when the word caught her attention.

"Yeah. In City F."

The girl's amethyst eyes lit up. "That's so cool! Who did you work for? Were they rich?"

Sonic plunged another piece of omelette and sausage into his mouth and swallowed.

"I worked for a man named Zeniru. He paid me pretty well, for a billionaire..."

"Woah!" Rin gasped in amazement. "You mean the Zeniru?! Of the Golden Turd?!"

"You...know him?"

"Everyone knows him! He's rich as heck! I heard it's super hard to get onto his radar. You must have been real impressive to even set foot into his penthouse!"

Sonic shrugged. "It wasn't that big of a deal. All I did was take out people trying to kill him and got paid nicely for it. That's all."

"You're so vague!" Emia complained, grabbing his arm and pushing it into his side.

"I am not!" he retorted, resisting the push. "I'm just sparing you the scary details."

"Yeah, which is the whole story!"

He smirked at her with a wink.

"I'm a ninja after all." he said in a quiet voice.

"Right, the ninja who does his 'thing' when he saves a girl's life." she replied.

He shrugged casually with his arms crossed. "I could start making you pay up."

"But we are paying you back!" she said, pretending to sound annoyed.

"Forget it!" he shot back, before displaying a playful smile and they started to laugh.

The rest of the meal was rather enjoyable. The moment Sonic realised his omelette was gone, he shyly asked for another one, to which Kanae laughed again, and he was gladly given another serving. The ninja also learnt that Rin was an experienced hacker and gadget inventor.

"Do you realise how much money you could be making right now?" he asked astonished. "You could easily get into Zeniru's radar with those skills!"

The young black haired male with howlite hair dye chuckled.

"I prefer to have a level of secrecy and discretion." he said in his best mysterious voice.

Emia rolled her eyes and whispered to Sonic, "He's just saying that to sound cool."

He also learnt about her uncle, whose full name was Mijiyo, worked as a professional doctor who used to work in a hospital owned by the Hero Association, but then chose to focus on the civilians.

"What made you quit working for the Association?" he asked.

"Well, as much as it is good to help those who help us, the lives of civilians are just as important." the bespectacled man replied. "Emia's younger brother, Zero, was one of the first people I saved who wasn't a hero."

That was Zero, of course, who had run off somewhere, as he often did early in the mornings, according to Kanae, and wasn't going to come back until late morning or early noon. More likely, by the time Sonic left, the boy would have returned oblivious to the events that occurred before he came back. Even Emia assumed that her brother probably felt bad for hurting her last night before she ran away and met Sonic, and Kanae enforced that fact because she confessed that she had told Zero what had happened after the phone conversation. The fact that everyone no longer saw any point in reasoning with Zero about his behavior was enough for Sonic to drown in his own curiosities.

'This kid...he's a strange one, by the sounds of it. I wonder what he's actually like. Maybe Emia could tell me more...'

But he decided that now was not the time and pushed his questioning thoughts about Zero aside. His awkward drinking of his juice only last a few seconds until Emia accidently made a joke about her brother being a tsundere, which resulted in orange juice spewing from his mouth when he tried to laugh, and everybody was laughing both at the joke and his little accident, except for Rin who got some of the juice in his face. Sonic had apologized for that, but couldn't help but laugh either. He felt good seeing Emia laugh, too. Behind all the band-aids and fading bruises on her face, her cuteness was shining through her smile. He didn't think he would see her this happy so quickly. It was as if she was never upset in the first place, but he figured that it was him spewing the juice that cracked her up.

After the meal, when Kanae started gathering the plates to wash up, Sonic quickly jumped to his feet and took charge.

"Please, allow me." he said, taking the plates from her. "Think of it as a thank you for the food."

Her hazel eyes gazed after him as Emia showed him where the washing soap was, and within seconds, the washing up basin was filled with soapy water, his sleeves were rolled up and he set to work.

'Well, for a man who worked for the rich as a bodyguard, he's rather charming.' she thought to herself with a smile as she wiped the table.

Emia was thinking of something similar. First he saved her life, comforted her when she needed it, brought her to his home and tended to her wounds. After all that, she didn't think there was any more he could do. It turned out she was wrong. There was so much about this ninja that she was yet to learn. Although she didn't know it yet, what she would soon discover about him would change her view and thoughts on what she thought ninjas were, and she would have to forget everything she thought she knew.

After everything was cleared up, Sonic put his jacket and his shoes back on and checked that he had everything before heading downstairs to the ground floor, followed by Emia and her family.

"Well, thank you for breakfast. I appreciate it." he said to them with a polite bow and smile. "I have to head out, but I hope I can come around again."

"Please, come around any time." Kanae said with a kind smile. "If you ever need anything at all, our door is always open. You're always welcome."

"Thank you."

"Sonic, wait."

Emia slowly approached him and held up the purple scarf he had given her last night to him. It was folded neatly in her hands.

"I don't know why," she said shyly, "but I keep feeling like I need to give this back to you."

He blinked at her for a moment, then shook his head with a smile. He simply took the scarf from her hand, unfolded it, shook it out, and and started to wrap it around her neck, just as he did last night.

"Don't feel like that, because you don't need to give it back." he said softly to her as he finished wrapping it around her. "It's yours now, Emia. Keep it."

"I...I can really keep this?" she asked.

"Of course." he replied with a sweet smile. "It suits you quite well. Besides, it's worth having something to remember me. Right, Kawaii Emi?"

Her cheeks flushed. 'Kawaii Emi'. She hadn't heard anyone call her that in a long time.

"Right..."

Before she could stop herself, she threw her arms around Sonic, momentarily surprising, before he returned the hug.

"Thank you, Sonic." she whispered. "Thank you for everything."

"No problem." he said pulling away. "I was just doing my thing."

He gave her a wink, and she smiled.

"See ya around, little cutie."

They waved each other goodbye and Sonic went his way, leaving the apartment complex. Emia looked ahead after him as he walked away from her. There was that one part of her that wanted him to stay, the part that threatened to cause that pain in her chest. She almost let it take over before her aunt placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The gesture that told her 'You'll see him again soon.'

She smiled, and glanced over her shoulder at him once more before walking back upstairs.

Sonic stopped for a moment and looked back at the apartment. He got one more look at Emia's back as she walked back up the stairs, the scarf flowing behind her for a few seconds before she was completely out of his sight, and he continued to walk back to the hideout he called home. However, this time, as he walked into his home, it felt so big and empty, like it didn't just belong to him anymore. It felt like the place belonged to him and the girl who spent the night with him here. He had a burning temptation to stay with Emia and her family for a little bit longer, but pushed that thought aside.

He threw his jacket onto the floor and walked over to what was considered the window. Really, it was just a square gap, but at least Sonic was able to look out of it whenever he wanted to. The sill went halfway up his torso as he leaned on it, his arms crossed over each other, his hands holding each elbow. His grey eyes gazed at the sun surrounded by white, orange and golden colors. The winter breeze gently brushed against his face and flowed through the fibers of his sweater. His heart had a sense of longing, one he had never felt before. A sense of longing to see that little cutie.

South of the town center, in an apartment complex, on the fifth floor, Emia leaned on the balcony railing outside her warm home, her amethyst gaze beyond the view of her district. She already missed being with Sonic, even though it was only a few hours since he had left to return to his home. She didn't know why since they had only just met, but she wanted to see him again so badly.

She turned her head and looked north. North to where he was. North to the ninja who saved her life. The ninja who had already taken her heart with him.

#one punch man #speed o sound sonic #fanfic

[almost-a-class-act]

For anyone following my journey after joining the One Bean/No Spleen club, I ran a half-marathon this weekend. THIRTEEN MOTHERFUCKING MILES. No one was even chasing me.

This was my first half-marathon because even though I'm a big ol' gym rat, running is uh. Not my bag. Whenever I talk to people who are like, "I tried to get into fitness but I hated cardio", I always say "you don't hate cardio, you just hate running". Normally I go out a couple of times a week in the spring and fall when the weather is temperate and the sidewalks aren't icy, and then I take like, a four month break so I can forget how boring it is before I try it again.

I cannot emphasize enough how much you can be really into fitness and not enjoy running. If you take nothing else away from this, take that, and be free of the obligation to get into running as a way of starting a fitness journey. I've been in the gym more or less six days a week for over fifteen years and I have my personal trainer cert so I'm a credible source I promise.

After joining the one bean/no spleen club in December, I realized that I wouldn't be doing kickboxing or dance or HIIT or anything else involving twisting or suddenly engaging my abs for a bit, but I really wanted to start doing cardio again that wasn't just endless walking. Being rabidly and obnoxiously goal-oriented, I decided to train for a half-marathon so that I'd be motivated to run, and also because it was an easy way to track progress on my return-to-fitness journey.

Spleengate was a super scary experience during which my body did something totally out of my control and put me in danger, so I wanted to reclaim some sense of that control and normalcy. I really wanted to remind myself that my body can do awesome and impressive things and that I can decide that. So yes, I figured; I'll run 13 miles and then who knows? Maybe I'll keep on running. (Lmao. Big maybe.)

During my training, around the eight or nine mile mark, I started to realize that there's something about long runs that I maybe... almost... like? My hatred of running has definitely started to move toward ambivalence. I had done some reading about how running consistently longer distances at a relaxed pace actually prompts your body to generate more mitochondria (THE POWERHOUSE OF THE CELL) so you become more effective at generating energy, and I was like, uh huh. Sure Jan. Well, it turns out that either that's noticeably true or else I just blew past a psychological barrier and realized that running a long way is just putting one foot in front of the other for a while. Probably both? Anyway. It's fun to witness your brain re-calibrate in real time. I'm starting to train for a full marathon which is just not something I ever thought would be me so maybe spleengate has a silver lining after all.

P.S. In the picture below of me rocking my 16-year-old-boy-during-hockey-playoffs-hair-hat-combo I'm wearing a set of jump wings from Band of Brothers that @fayestardust got for me. Three miles up, three miles down all the way, baby!

P.P.S. My time was 2:09, if you're interested!

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