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The Agreement - Miguel O'Hara x Therapist!Reader (III)

Summary: It was simple. No kissing. No sex. Hugs and hand-holding only. The goal was to help Miguel feel a little less lonely sometimes. That was your job as one of the therapists at HQ, to mentally stabilize everyone’s mind, including the boss’s.

In other words, you and Miguel make a deal.

Rated Explicit, fluff, smut

4K words | (3/5) chapters

Chapters:

(I) (II) (III) (IV) (V)

Author's notes: I work as a freelance copywriter so I had to prioritize my projects but I still managed to get this done! Enjoy! :) Let me know if you want to be a part of the tag list.

Also on AO3

III.

Sometimes you wish you were mindless—just a rusty cog of a machine in a 9 to 5 corporate job. Simply, a taciturn sheep led by a shepherd, waiting for the day a butcher’s knife is pressed against its neck. It was easier to handle life in such a way. Regrets can never be born when allied with carelessness.

But it was something beyond you. Clearly. The throes of passion had tempted you that night. His hand on your hip firmly held you in place, fingers pressed into your suit. Covetous crimson eyes searched between your eyes and lips long enough that the sweat of your skin gathered at your clavicles. But you managed to resist his heat, disappointing, yes, but at least you still had your dignity—your morals. If it wasn’t for that, you might’ve been in his bed that night, rocking your hips against his without a single care in the world.

Three weeks had passed by and you haven’t had a session with him since that night. You were canceling them in hopes that the fire between you fizzles. With distance, desire usually fades so you only hoped that night was just your hormones acting up and there wasn’t a deeper meaning to how you felt.

Between that time, you had the opportunity to meet Gwen Stacy from 65. She was a nice girl, cool, and very much like all of you. Burdened with the sense of justice with a side of wittiness.

She was popular, especially among the Peters who had lost their Gwens. They looked at her like she was a what-if moment and were impressed by her, but you knew you’ll be seeing them on your office couch soon enough.

Hobie was practically best friends with her now. The late night sessions with Hobie were a rare occurrence these days. Like a stray, he found a new person to feed his interests.

Jess favored her the most. Reminded her of her younger days, and how impressive she was at that age—still is, as she’s been carrying a baby in her stomach while doing her missions flawlessly.

Miguel was indifferent. At least that’s how he acted. But as long as work was getting done, you were leveling up the relationship bar with him.

Out of everyone, Peter B was home to her. To see a familiar face amongst like-minded strangers had helped her settle in faster than you expected. Seeing them together made them look like family.

Because of the great reputation she had around the society, today you allowed Gwen to pull you away from the safety of your office straight to Miguel’s for what she called emotional support. There was something she wanted to ask him—a request. And she had the idea that your presence would soften him up somehow.

“Why do you think that?” When you asked, Gwen looked back at you with a knowing smile. Her hand still latched onto your wrist like a snake squeezing its prey. She guided you through the cavernous hall of tech that led to Miguel’s office, the pathway seemed to grow darker the closer you got.

“I see how you two look at each other during meetings.” She said effortlessly like it was a fact. You let out a cough like you choked on air, already shaking your head to her conclusion.

“You know he’s always leading them—what? Do you expect me to look at the ceiling or something?” Gwen laughed at this, but it didn’t look like she was convinced.

Walking in, you had expected Miguel’s office to be darker than the hall leading towards it, but it was instead imbued with a ruddy tint, and streaks of sliver threads surrounded the area Miguel was standing in. He was in the middle of briefing a few Spider-Men for a mission on Gaia-3000. Miguel always made sure to remind his agents of the canon events before going on a mission to prevent the loss of the universe. It was more important than the mission itself.

The briefing didn’t last long as Miguel noticed you enter with Gwen. His gaze could’ve riveted you to the floor, the look on his face was neither soft nor austere—perhaps aloof would best describe how he looked at you. Yet you wanted to believe there was something behind those eyes of his because not once did they leave you since you entered.

It was until the Spider-Men walked into their portals that Miguel’s attention moved to the floating projections. The silver webs of fate orbited around him as if he were a sun. He would’ve looked occupied if it weren’t for his eyes moving between you and the projections.

“Doc.” He greeted you once you were in front of him, looking down at you through the hologram of a canon event that floated in between you two. There was a moment—just a moment where his eyes looked soft… but it could’ve been the trick of the hologram.

“Miguel.” You had to suck your lips in to stop yourself from smiling. You hated to admit it, but you were happy to speak to him after so long. Staying away from him was a selfish decision, one that you regretted now that you stood in front of him.

Your heart thumped in bliss, the warmth from that night revisiting you like an old friend. How inane of you to think that distance would’ve settled this emotion. It was already being stitched onto your soul from the moment this agreement started—the very needle sunken in when his hand stretched out of that portal into your apartment many months ago. You couldn’t pretend anymore.

You fell for him. Regardless of whether he felt the same or not.

“Uh, I’m here too…” Gwen had a slight smile on her face, bending forward with a small wave to Miguel.

“Gwen,” you could tell Miguel forced a smile, fangs appearing while none of the light reached his eyes. It lasted a moment before it dropped to his usual scowl. Miguel then turned around to face his floating platform that started its slow descent to the ground. “I’m sure you already had a tour of the place unless you’re just here to say hello.”

“I wanted to talk to you about something!”

“If a universe isn’t collapsing, or an anomaly hasn’t appeared, then Jess can handle it.”

“But it’s important! I just figure it would make our jobs easier. You know, making sure the universes are in order?”

The rumble of the descending platform had filled in for Miguel’s silence. He peeked behind his shoulder, his eyes looking past Gwen’s and into yours before they lowered to the ground. He then folded his arms against his chest, sighing. “I’m listening.”

Gwen immediately beamed, light filling her eyes. “Okay!” You could tell her entire energy ignited. Her arms flailed with every word that left her lips. She was animated—excited, glowing like a sun rising from the horizon, its rays brighter as the seconds go by. If anyone were to watch her, they too would feel elated by her presence alone.

But as the sun rises in one part of the world, it sets in the other. Her idea was nothing but grave to you, the dread in your face impossible to hide as she spoke with an open mind—naivety in her words. You couldn’t blame her because it’s possible no one told her yet, not Jess and surprisingly not Peter B. If she had told you of her idea prior, you wouldn’t have come here to support her. Just the thought of her idea could be considered mutiny to the entire cause… to Miguel.

You cast your eyes down, afraid to even lift them towards Miguel. You didn’t have to. You could already feel it brewing, simmering like water on a stovetop. A part of you internally begged for Gwen to shut up, or wished the sound of the descending platform was loud enough to overtake her voice. Miguel wasn’t facing either of you but you could still feel a weight on top of your shoulders, drilling you into the floors, your limbs heavier than sacks of sand.

Gwen went on and on until she was rambling, probably because she was excited or nervous. You couldn’t exactly tell. It was until the platform finally reached the ground that Gwen ended her request with a “pretty please” and a large smile on her face.

That smile didn’t last long.

“No,” Miguel spoke softly.

“Wha…” she faltered, physically her shoulders dropped. “What? Wait—why? I mean—he would be such a great asset to our group and—Probably one of the best Spider-mans I’ve met. The things he can do— He’s amazing , Miguel.”

“I said, no.” And it was final. Gwen knew that but she still pushed, making her argument, excuses, anything. Miguel silenced her with a heavy sigh, fingers moving to pinch the bridge of his nose. You expected anger when he turned to face her but no, there was nothing but sympathy in his eyes. Sympathy for what he had to reveal to her. He towered over her and with a heavy hand on her shoulder, said:

“That Miles Morales… was never supposed to be a Spider-Man. He’s not one of us. He’s an anomaly , Gwen, the original anomaly.”

At those words, it was like a string was pulled, released and an arrow soared and struck her chest. Gwen was trying to make sense of it all but nothing made sense no matter how long she thought about it.

Miguel continued regardless. With the command of his hands, the projections swirled around you three, depicting the moment when Spider-42 fell into Earth-1610, bit the wrong Miles Morales and in turn, the Spider-man from his universe died. Your real comrade.

Gwen didn’t want to believe it. Shaking her head as she stared at each projection. The truth floated around her. Thoughts ran a mile a minute. It would’ve been better if Peter B. told her instead of Miguel. Maybe if she heard it from a trusted friend, it would’ve been easier to believe. But Gwen knew there was no reason for Miguel to lie about this. What motive could Miguel have to not let Miles join the Spider Society?

“Miles Morales-1610 as Spider-man was a mistake.” His words to her were the final nail to a coffin. With the skidding sound coming from her shoes, she turned around and bolted out of Miguel’s office.

“Gwen!” You were about to chase after her until Miguel’s voice cut through the air.

“You think I’m done here?”

You physically jumped at how loud he sounded like thunder had rolled and rumbled the floor under your feet. You turned towards him and immediately you regretted it. What was brewing before was most certainly his anger, saved solely for you while Gwen was spared because of her naivety. But you—you knew better than to associate yourself with the anomaly. If only Miguel could give you a chance to explain yourself.

“Miguel, I—”

He didn’t let you finish. His hand latched onto your wrist, pulling you deeper into his office and into a room beyond the shadows. It was more like a traditional office than the one outside with a desk, a bookcase, a soft couch and some cabinets. There was even a bed that Miguel probably slept in whenever he didn't want to return home. The sheets were ruffled so you could tell he often used it but never had enough time to make it because he was usually always on the go.

However, it was the last thing on your mind when you had a fuming Miguel in front of you. He didn’t even wait for the door to close before he grabbed you a little too rough by the shoulders, shaking you lightly. Red eyes lasered down on you.

Undoubtedly, you knew he was angry, but there was something else in there.

“What were you thinking? You know what Miles-1610 is to us, Doc! You know what an anomaly could do to a universe and you still supported her idea? Did you really think that was okay? Letting an anomaly join and ruin everything —!”

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know that’s what she wanted to ask! All she told me was that it would support the society and she needed me here for emotional support! If I knew it was about the anomaly, I wouldn’t have come here!”

You yelled back louder. Miguel’s talon-less fingers buried themselves in your upper arms, squeezing them. His eyes were wide, shaky red irises searching within your own for any hint of honesty. The grip on you wasn’t as firm as it looked. Like a crane holding a prize, the slightest nudge would’ve shaken his hands off. Despite how he looked, Miguel made sure he wasn’t hurting you.

“This is exactly why I told Jess I didn’t want her to join! She’s—She’s too close with the anomaly. She can jeopardize our entire cause all because of him !” He froze after, an idea appearing in his head. He wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. He released you, turning around like he wanted to leave. “She has to go home.”

“Wait! You can’t—Let’s think about this, Miguel.”

He was quick to face you again, his hands returning to your upper arms. He bent forward until his face was at your level. “I can’t have her risk all that I built—that we built.”

There it was. It wasn’t just anger he was feeling. The signs were all there; His trembling breath, the sweat that made his forehead glossy, the weakness in his hold.

Miguel was panicking.

It was fear that buried itself within his fury from the moment Gwen had asked for Miles-1610’s recruitment and when he thought you supported her idea. It was like he saw it again. His daughter disappearing in his arms, the weight of her so heavy… until he felt nothing—until nothing around him existed except for what remained of the universe: white light and empty space. He had the blood of that universe on his hands and no matter how many times he tried to wash them away, it was now embedded in his soul. All that existed ended because he was the anomaly of that world disrupting the canon events.

Months after months of research couldn’t bring him the exact reason for that universe ending, but he was sure of one thing. If everything went how it was planned, nothing like that would happen ever again.

And that’s why it was his job to put things back to how it was. It was the only thing he could do to atone.

So yes, Miguel was reliving his trauma yet again.

And it was your job to relieve him of it.

“That doesn’t mean we should make rash decisions,” you told him, gently. “She’s one of our best and letting her go would slow down our efforts. You and I both know that.”

Miguel’s energy was being sapped out of him, visibly his shoulders dropped and those red eyes were no longer on you as he hung his head low. He released you and retreated to sit on his bed. For a moment, he looked like a toy that ran out of batteries, burying his face in his hands before he ran them through his curly locks.

It was so different seeing him like this—like he was moping. You followed him and stood between his legs.

“Besides, Gwen's a smart girl. She wouldn’t do anything that would put the universes at risk.” He didn’t respond or even look at you. It made you run a hand against his cheek as your thumb brushed under his eye. “When’s the last time you slept? You look tired.”

“I don’t have time to be tired. Not when there’s a Galaxy-size mess I have to clean up. With every anomaly we restore, 10,000 more just take its place. It’s never-ending, Doc. I’m like a janitor mopping up a shoreline.”

“We all took an oath. A spider-person’s job never ends. Which is why we need to rest as much as we can to fight another day.”

“I didn’t ask for this, Doc.” He sighed, leaning his head against your hand until his cheek pushed up against it. “And I won’t be able to sleep.”

“None of us did…” you lightly smiled, “And I’ll help you.”

You pulled your hand away from his cheek, but you didn’t miss when he leaned more against it for his lips to press into your palm. The brief feel of them jolted something within you like a warm shiver struck your lower stomach. Gosh, it made you curious—too curious about how they would feel against other parts of your body.

And you didn’t miss those eyes that looked up at you, red like cherries, sweet like them too. It was hard to turn away, somewhat thankful you managed to because you didn’t want to be under their spell. You still felt the heat of them on you even as you approached his bookcase. Your palm still tingling from the feel of his lips as you pulled a book off one of the shelves. You returned to him grinning.

He was disappointed when he glanced at your book choice in your hand. “Charlotte’s web? Am I a kid to you?”

“No, but… you act like one sometimes. Lay down for me.”

You pushed against his shoulder leaving him no choice but to oblige. What he didn’t expect was you to climb in after him, settling on your side next to him while you opened the book to page one and started to read.

Miguel still couldn’t sleep. His eyes remained open, watching the top of your head as you read. A lovely smile on your face as you tried (and failed) to give each character their own distinctive voice. When you weren’t busy turning the page, the hand that he kissed was together with his, fingers interlocked. You were so used to holding his hand by now that you thought nothing of it and ignored the warmth that spread throughout your body because of it.

“Are you finally resuming our sessions?” Miguel interrupted you, pulling your eyes away from the book and into his own.

“Only if you need it.”

You knew Miguel would never admit he needed it, especially how adamant he was about them in the beginning.

“I need it.”

Oh.

“I definitely need it.”

“Then… I’ll put you back on my calendar.”

“ Muy Bien. ”

His sonorous whisper had heat searing your cheeks, not to mention, that smile that flashed your way made his fangs look bigger—so mischievous it had you biting your lip. Immediately after, Miguel’s mask materialized around his head. Much to your disappointment.

“Do you really need your mask on while you sleep?” You asked.

“You never know when the job needs you. Have to always be on the ready.”

“Words from a true workaholic… you said you wanted a family but how exactly were you going to make time for them when you’re working all these hours?”

“Oh, I always made time for mi hija . Always went to her soccer practice. Always was there to read her a bedtime story. Take her clothes shopping. I was made to be a dad but… it just isn’t in my fate to be one.”

You couldn’t see his face, but you heard his pain. You squeezed his hand, regretful.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, no, no, no—It’s okay… It’s a valid question.”

Not knowing what else to say, you continued to read. Seconds, minutes, time ticked away. Miguel’s hand was still tight in yours, but his voice came out heavy whenever he commented about the book. His head was against the pillows, turned in your direction.

Your voice must’ve been soothing him because his hand would grow weak in yours and then he would suddenly squeeze it, throwing a random comment out about the main character, Wilbur, and then trying to convince you he didn’t fall asleep. Sometimes the heat where your hands came together would make him doze off and the coolness that grew when they were briefly apart would stir him awake.

“Maybe we should’ve recruited Charlotte. She really saved that pig’s ass,” he mumbled, looking like he had sunk deeper into his bed, the pillows swallowed his head.

“Yeah, she dedicated her life to saving him. All the way to the very end. She never gave up, spending hours weaving her web, trying to convince the humans no matter how tough it got. I’m sure she may have felt like she was… mopping up a shoreline too but her actions paid off in the end… the difference is, you’re not alone, Miguel. You have us—all of us to rely on, to help shoulder the burden. Please don’t forget that—that we’re here for you.”

You expected something, anything from him, but you received nothing but silence. “Miguel…? Oh…” it was then you noticed his hand was weak in yours and when you pulled your hand away, he stayed asleep.

Finally. You couldn’t help but smile, softly closing the book before sitting up.

You watched his chest rise and fall as he lay supine against his bed. You should’ve left his office but you stayed there watching him sleep, taking in the rare sight of Miguel completely defenseless. You wished you could’ve seen his face. It would’ve been the topping on the cake.

Your fingers brushed against his arm, suddenly craving the warmth of his body.

You couldn’t deny your feelings for him any longer, but you wondered if Miguel felt anything for you. You knew how lonely men acted. As long as the body was warm and could keep them company, it didn’t matter to them.

Some part of you wondered if you were just as lonely as Miguel—that these feelings were just because you craved for someone. Maybe it was even the reason why you sprung up this agreement in the first place. After your divorce, you became married to your work, the only thing that mattered was your patients as a therapist and the people you saved as a superhero. You abandoned yourself, shutting yourself off from the world within your white-walled apartment. It was why you looked up to Miguel as much as you did because he was the one who pulled you out of your darkness. So you were hoping you could do the same thing for him.

But you knew your heart beat too strongly for it to be just feelings of loneliness. It longed for him even when you were this close to him, wanting to be surrounded by the warmth that emanated from him, wanting to be touched, kissed, and held only by the man who saved you, your guiding light while you were lost at sea.

Your hand moved to caress his cheek, feeling the fibers of his mask under your fingertips. You were leaning closer to him, unable to resist like a moth to a flame. God, you were completely enamored by him. Looks like he didn’t need to look at you to be under his spell.

For the first time, you didn’t think about the consequences. For the first time, you were mindless.

You pressed your lips against his lips, closing your eyes. It was softer than you expected; light, feathery and warm. Too warm . It was brief but it was enough to light a flame within you that burned when you pulled away. Your breath shuddered as you inhaled, the warmth lasting only a second.

Your eyes opened, but you found yourself stilling. Miguel’s eyes were still closed, though half of his mask was dematerialized to the tip of his nose. His lips were out, free from the fibers.

Your mouth hung open. Miguel had removed half of his mask when kissed him and you hadn't a clue if he was asleep all this time or not.

The remainder of his mask dematerialized and you were face to face with those eyes of his. Your heart skipped a beat, knocking the air from your lungs as your palms grew sweaty.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

You felt so much pressure under his gaze, his face not quite readable. You flicked your wrist towards the ceiling and a web shot out, preparing yourself to run away until a glowing red web wrapped around your wrist and riveted you in place.

“Not this time, Doc.”

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stayandot8 · 9 months

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Touches

Genre: fluff

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend

Important Contents: mentions of anxiety

asked and answered. Hopefully you like it, anon. I hope you feel better. And remember, there's always a place for you here. ♥️

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Anxiety is a bitch.

Everytime my leg started shaking or my fingers were looking for something to pick at, I knew I was in trouble. It wasn’t even a conscious decision most times. I wouldn’t even notice it until my mother would put her hand on my knee and squeeze, giving me a look that said ‘please for the love of god, stop’ and those were never fun to be on the other side of. When I would catch myself doing it, I would try to stop, but it would take some unknown edge off of whatever emotion I was feeling a little too much of. Just letting it out was the only way it wouldn’t explode out in some destructive manner. Letting something else be stimulated was better than any other alternative. Or something like that. That was how it felt anyway. And those fidget toys didn’t really help either. They were fun for a bit, but when I needed them, I wouldn’t be able to find one.

When I started dating Chris, it didn’t stop per say, I would just catch myself doing it less. I would be distracted with something we were doing or he would have enough of my attention that it wouldn’t be deemed necessary by my subconscious. But when it was quiet, when it was just us two, I would find myself doing it again. Sometimes I would feel the pads of my thumb, looking for something to pick at or my foot would be moving of its own accord and I would force myself to stop before he noticed. It never worked though.

He was always subtle with it too, never bringing it to my outright attention. When he saw my feet tapping, he would start tapping too. His fingers would start tapping on my thigh like a drum, like he was going along with me to some silent song or beat that only we could hear. Or his feet would start to tap all on their own. Both instances he would start bobbing his head along with whichever it was whether he was in a conversation or not. He would say it wasn’t because of me, but sometimes he would start right after I stopped. Like we were in sync.

We were waiting for someone in this large boardroom, sitting on different chairs next to each other. Chris didn’t tell me what we were doing in here, but all eight of them were talking joyously around me, all smiles and jokes. I assumed it wasn't anything serious if the atmosphere of the room was any indicator. I just didn’t know what I was doing here.

Chris was immersed in a conversation with Felix about something else to do with their homeland, paying me no mind. Which was fine, I didn’t expect his attention all the time. He had other things to think about. He was turned away from me, talking avidly. The spark had returned to his eye for the first time in a whale now that promotions were done, and it was the most relaxed I’d seen him in days. The preparations for their upcoming dome tour were causing him to come home and immediately crash with only enough energy to strip and koala himself around me. He rarely got sleep without me there, and I just plain didn’t sleep without his radiator for a body next to me.

I was looking around the room for anything remotely interesting to look at. These JYP rooms were so boring. All white walls and tan long tables that added no extra color to the room. Not even any decorations on the walls to distract a person should they deem the meeting uninteresting. Maybe of of Hyunjin’s paintings could go up there. That’d be nice. Maybe some curtains over that window too…

A hand had reached for mine, brushing his thumb across my lip as he pulled mine away from my mouth. It pulled me from my daze, the familiar veiny hand knowingly taking mine. Without even glancing my way, he pulled my hand into his lap and started to use my nails to trace across the pads of his own, a comforting touch.

It was mindless. Subtle enough to anyone looking at us to only see that we couldn't stand not touching each other. But for me, it was a way to stimulate my hands without being too much of a distraction, one of my biggest discomforts. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be seen, but to be noticed when the attention was on something else was not high on my to-do list. Ever.

The grain against my nail was enough to pull me down to earth, Chris’s gentle press on them an invite to join in on their conversation. Silent communication was what we were good at.

“These walls are so boring. They should put one of Hyunjin’s paintings up or have him draw something for them.” I interjected when there was a slight pause.

“I was just saying that the last time we were here! Wasn’t I?” Felix looked to his elder, who smiled brightly at our conjoined hands.

“You did, you did.” He chuckled at how excited Felix had become at the mention of his member’s hobbies. He was still running the pads of his fingers over my nails gently, just enough to tickle.

“I think he could put one of the flowers over on that wall, really. It would liven up the place. Maybe someone would actually be excited to have a meeting. Hey hyung!” Felix turned away to tell his member, leaving Chris and I to stare at our hands together.

“Why am I here? This doesn’t have to do with me, does it?” I whispered in his ear, a slight quiver giving me away as I nudged my shoulder into his.

“No, baby, no. It has nothing to do with you. You just make these things so much easier. I can concentrate with you here, as weird as that sounds. You make my brain go quiet.” His eyes were shining at me and I couldn’t fight my grin if I wanted to.

“You know what’s funny? You do the same for me.” He brought my hand up to his lips and kissed it gently.

“Besides, there’s no confidential information in this one so I thought you could tag along to keep the boys in line while I talk.”

“I don’t remember adopting seven kids to keep in line?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

“You did when you said yes to dating me.” He kissed my hand again as the door opened, people filing in and taking their seats. I watched them come in and whispered back to him.

“I want another look at those papers.” He turned back to me and shrugged.

“Not my fault you didn’t read the fine print.”

Bastard.

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judjira · 5 months

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the college

tags: fluff pairing: reader x mina after hours wc: 1861 back to masterlist

“Aaaand done.”

That’s your last lab report done for the night. Thank God, your university has a 24/7 study hall. You wouldn’t have been able to get any of this done at your apartment.

The study hall is chilly, but then it always is because the administration has no idea what temperature regulation is. The fluorescent lights are actually of a rather warm color, allowing you to read and process at a rather consistent pace.

Your lab reports, rather neat if you do say so yourself, are handwritten, thanks to the demands of your rather uptight professor. You even get detractions for not having your letters being written straight. Which has caused you to spend an outrageous amount of time making sure your margins are correct, your layout is neat, and your formulae are even.

It’s a bit of a mindless exercise in futility, but you have to admit, it is kind of satisfying to look at your finished lab reports and their neatness. Certainly a gratifying reminder of how many hours you’ve spent redoing lines and numbers as compared to actually studying the formulae required for this lesson.

At this hour, the study hall isn’t quite what it is in the morning, when the full hustle and bustle of the university has students scrambling from class to class, cramming reports, and studying for exams.

Still, it’s a nice change of pace from that, with barely a soul inside, besides you and some other woeful student, busy typing something down on their laptop.

It’s a nice shelter from the real world, outside the walls of the university, where you get to witness the essence of human experience in its worst forms.

But also its best forms, too.

You bid your farewell to the night shift guard, who scans your ID and nods at you in acknowledgment.

If the study hall was quiet, with only the whirring of the air conditioner and the occasional flip of a page, outside is silence incarnate. The university, with its open-air walkways and open courtyards and gardens, is almost soullessly silent, the only sounds echoing being your footsteps.

There are barely any lights, the building all mostly closed, with only street lamps that illuminate the open walkways and fluorescent pin lights to guide through the closed hallways.

Idly, you wonder what there is beyond this. Beyond open books and laptops, lecturing teachers and noisy students, oral quizzes and final exams. It’s hard to imagine what life is like beyond what you know.

But you’ll get there eventually. And soon, all this will be gone. No more cramming late night papers, no more last minute studying for exams, no more frustrating group works where you do all the work.

As much as the work is frustrating and irritating and sometimes makes you want to jump off a building, you know there is only so much of it left before it becomes real.

And so, you make the odd, but sincere decision to savor it.

You cross another hallway, towards the campus gates, and hear the rattling of cans nearby, as well as some aggravated shouting.

“Stupid—fucking—ugh!”

The last word is punctuated by a slam, and you wince in response.

It’s not uncommon to see fellow students in the area, especially at this time, during finals season when everyone is struggling to meet their academic demands.

Turning the corner, you see the source of the noise.

A girl, with long blonde hair, wearing a bomber jacket and waist high jeans, is slamming on a vending machine, as the drink she’s evidently ordered is stuck.

It’s quite the break from the silence of the night. She is a break.

Because even her form, pristine and elegant blonde hair, almost glowing bomber jacket with decals, and the studs on her boots shining from the vending machine light, break the quiet monotony of your vision.

And then she punches the vending machine glass. You can swear you hear it crack, and you let out a squeak.

Then her head swivels in your direction, eyes screaming bloody murder. Her teeth are gritting, nostrils flared, and she’s clenching her fists so hard, you’d think they were bleeding.

Then she notices who it is.

And her whole body relaxes.

“Oh. It’s just you.”

You chance a hesitant wave.

“Fancy seeing you here, Mina.”

Her eyes untense and take in your form lazily, her lips quirk up into that lazy smirk you know her for, and her fists unclench and breathe.

Simultaneously, you unclench and breathe, as the anger she’s so known for is not directed towards you.

“I kinda expected to see you around here.”

Mina is…not someone you thought you would’ve become friends with.

She was your classmate a total of once, and in that one time you became paired for a project. The rest is somewhat history. If you can call last semester history.

The thing is, however, you and Mina are not…what people think of when they say the word friends.

“And what’s that supposed to mean, hm?”

You prod, walking forward towards her, her form illuminated by the glow of the vending machine. Mina shrugs.

“Just figured you’d be here studying somewhere is all.”

Of course, that would be fine, but then she has to continue.

“You’re a nerd, so…”

You sigh. The way Mina has so effortlessly dubbed you as a nerd reminds you of 90s highschool romcom movies and their tropes with nerds and jocks and punks. It is a bit of a cheesy way to refer to you, it is the 21st century after all, but you’ve never minded.

That’s the thing between you and Mina. To all eyes, except yours and hers, she is the stock trope and character of a bully, mirroring your somewhat admittable inclinations towards being a nerd.

But you know the real Mina.

“What’re you tryna get?”

“Hm? Just some Red Bull…cramming a paper.”

You raise an eyebrow. Mina’s never been one to put effort into her grades. It’s kind of what she’s known for, and you learned that firsthand when you were paired with her.

“Really, now?”

You see her eyebrows twinge in annoyance as she turns her attention back to the vending machine.

“What’s it to you?”

Her voice rings of…embarrassment. As it usually does.

“Well, I could have sworn you said you submitted all your papers already.”

And then, the subtle flush of her cheeks, caught in the act. But you play it out a little more.

“Ah, well, if you’re going to work on a paper, might as well leave you to it. I’m done for the day. So, I guess I’ll see you—”

Then her hand latches onto your wrist.

Her face steams of red, her eyes unwilling to look into yours, and her lips twisting into an unwilling frown.

She mumbles.

“I didn’t quite catch that.”

Then, she huffs, clears her throat, and crosses her arms.

“…I was waiting for you, okay? Are you happy?”

You laugh. Yes, you are happy.

No, not a lot of people will believe it if you say that Myoui Mina, batch delinquent and all-around truant, has a crush on you. Which is funny, since Mina does her best to hide that fact.

Not that she’s any good at hiding it.

“…I was…trying to get you some coffee.”

Mina admits, with a hand scratching behind her head sheepishly and her eyes pointedly looking anywhere but you, and your heart soars.

“And why would you do that?”

You tease, because you love to tease. The way Mina’s cheeks bloom red and her stutter comes up and her arms cross and fingers fidget.

It’s all so noisy.

And the way it disrupts the evening still, the studious calm, the college silence, is a blessing that you give your thanks for, everyday Mina is with you.

“…urgh, you’re impossible.”

Mina turns to leave, her cheeks about to burn if they turn any redder.

You laugh, and grasp her wrist, mirroring her earlier actions.

“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing you. You just make it so easy.”

Mina grumbles, as she is wont to do, and she scratches the back of her head again.

“Did you finish your work?”

You did, and nod to affirm that fact.

This was probably one of the hardest semesters you’ve ever had, and to have finally finished the last requirement fills you with a certain bliss you can’t even begin to describe.

“…I’m proud of you.”

And there it is. As she speaks, you see it bloom.

That cacophonous, reverberating, turbulent smile.

The smile that rings through your ears, disrupting any semblance of silence that maintains you throughout your days in school. It rings and echoes, yells and hollers, sings and screams, until you cannot hear anything else.

And you love it.

“…thanks, Minari.”

Then, her cheeks color pink like the rosiest sunset of the year, and you are smitten.

“I mean, it’s you, of all people. ‘Course you were gonna finish the sem.”

Even though she turns her face away, as she does when she speaks of anything positive, you take in her affirmations like water to a thirsty soul.

Mina, of all people, knows how much you’ve struggled. How you’ve toiled and troubled over every single paper, quiz, and grade. How often you stumbled in seeing your self-worth. How you clawed your way to excellence.

She was there for it all, after all.

At your side when you studied to body double. Offering you snacks and drinks to keep you hydrated and full. Reminding you to take breaks.

Every time you felt the silence would overtake you, Mina was there, in all her thunderous presence, there to shake you back into reality.

And you couldn’t be more thankful.

“If you say any more about me, Miss Myoui, I might think you have a crush on me.”

She scowls, and even her scowls are resplendent and vibrant.

“…is that a bad thing?”

But then, you hear it.

The hesitation. The embarrassment. The shame.

A moment of silence threatening to overcome her noise.

And quickly, you reassure her.

Your hand slips into hers.

“No.”

No, her noise is welcome.

In a universe where the great void of space is nothing but silence immaculate, with nothing to disturb it, Mina’s noise, above all things, is what you cherish.

“I think it’s nice.”

The hesitation goes. And the embarrassment. And the shame.

And suddenly, your Mina is back again, turning her face to the ground, eyes locked on your hand in hers, lips trying to stifle the smile that comes to her lips.

“…okay.”

Yes, this is okay.

“You wanna grab a bite to eat?”

Mina looks up. She looks at you.

Her eyes soften. Her lips curl. Her cheeks bloom.

And your world explodes into sound.

“Yeah.”

Nights are quiet. They usually are, in the university. It’s something you’ve learned to live with.

“Y’know, you can enter the library. You don’t have to be a weirdo and creep around the entrance, waiting for me.”

“…that’d ruin my reputation.”

“Alright, weirdo.”

“I’m so done with you.”

But when Mina is there, you find that you prefer the noise a little more.

#after hours #twice fic #twice fanfic #twice imagines #twice x reader #mina x reader

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hotluncheddie · 4 months

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mmmphhh just…

steve using eddie’s body as a stress ball. when the two are lounging around the house, steve usually has at least one hand pawing at eddie’s tummy, thighs, chest, you name it. he likes to jiggle the new layer of fat and sink his fingers in, it just feels so nice to be close to eddie and feel just how cared for his boyfriend is. it’s not sexual (even though it definitely ends that way sometimes) so sometimes the two forgetting just how intimate the act is. steve constantly has to stop himself from reaching under eddie’s arms and squeezing eddie’s perky tits whenever the grocery store is stressful or grabbing a handful of eddie’s ass (usually dangerously close to his taint) when he feels drowsy towards the end of the annual educator celebration (steve works at a school in my brain).

one day, it’s particularly bad at work. the kids mouthed off, the other staff forgot to mention an important (and long) afterschool training, and he left his lunch on the counter. by the time steve gets home, he just wants to relax in his bed with eddie and make out before going to bed at 8:30. when he turns the lock on their house, eddie rushes to greet him (not unusual), and before even taking off his coat steve gets a huge handful of eddie’s ass and starts kissing his neck between complaining about his day. he knows something is wrong when eddie pushes him off quickly, and that’s when he notices that joyce and hopper are seated at their coffee table with cups of tea, staring at the two men.

shit. steve had totally forgotten that eddie had invited them over to talk about the kitchen remodel. both couples are furiously red and hopper coughs before greeting steve (who might just sink into the floor), but after steve takes off his shoes and grabs a cup of tea (furiously texting eddie from the kitchen while he does so), the conversation continues mostly normally with just a hint of awkwardness.

the older two finally leave after a painstaking conversation about different oven models, and as soon as the door swings shut, steve has eddie pinned to the wall. he bites eddie’s soft jawline and growls his frustration, while eddie guides his hands to pull down his boxers. when it’s discovered that eddie was secretly plugged and ready the whole time joyce and hopper were there, ready for steve’s inevitable grabbiness, eddie spends the evening getting folded in half, fat jiggling and rippling as steve fucks him so hard he forgets his name.

SHORT BECAUSE I HAVE A COMMITMENT BUT UGHHH -🦂

🦂 !!!!! U ARE SEND ME THIS AND CALL IT SHORT?? NAY!! ITS WONDERFUL AND SO SO JUICY!!!

its all sooooo cute though. eddie steve’s lovely chubby stress ball

steve coming home like: :( tits pls? 👉👈

and eddie says: of course! a belly too for u my love

steve: :)

*the ending with the plug 👹😈🥴 so gooooooood but i went a little soft with them hehe hope u like…

but they are just such a cute like touchy couple and it’s all so mindless at this point but they just always want to be touching eachother in some way if they can.

it being a stress reduction this for steve tho, there’s something so cute about that, so lovely and innocent. like eddie is really steve’s biggest comfort and support. just there as his safe space and his person, to notice how he feels and draw it out of him and let him seek comfort. until he doesn’t have to draw it out at all, steve’s just comfortably enough to let it out, ask for what he needs and take it, because eddie has made it clear that it’s okay.

like maybe steve sometimes has to kinda drop into sub space but it’s not always in a sexual way. it’s just the need to intimacy and care and turning his brain off for a while when he needs it and feels safe. so like after that really long week steve was dying to get home to eddie, to his safe space, and could feel that he needed to drop, needed that extra. so hopper and joyce being there kinda sends him spiralling, he forgot and he’s off kilter and it’s hard to get through the conversation. eddie really taking over and helping to organise - not really making decisions but mapping it out so they could talk again when steve was more there. they leave after about an hour, understanding steve is tired, caring and telling him that he should rest. not annoyed but a little part of steve wonders if they are, if they were offended seeing him squeeze eddie like he did then barely able to follow the conversation. but he also knows he needs it, and he was on his best behaviour the rest of the time they were there, only daring to hold eddie’s hand for a stretch.

and then eddie’s coming back from waving them away, hands on steve’s shoulders in the kitchen, manouvering steve back to how he was when he first came in. hands back on eddie’s ass, face back in his neck. prompting steve to take what he needs, to settle finally. whispering in his ear about how good it feels to be in his arms, how he missed him today, how he’s so good and they’ll sort the remodelling and itll be so lovely, ‘but let’s not think about that tonight hm? let’s make you something to eat and get some sleep yeah?’ and steve is so do relieved, he melts into eddie. reassured and able to finally let go.

and that leaves them on the couch, steve’s head on eddie’s thigh, curled up under a blanket, feeling eddie’s soft pyjama pants against his cheek. face tucked up agains eddie’s belly, mouthing at it or rubbing his forehead against it. eddie had tucked his t-shirt up for him so steve could get lost in the skin on skin, feeling how warm eddie’s is, loving how his belly sits in his lap and steve can sink so far into it he can’t breathe, if he wanted. he leaves absent kisses every so often, breathing deep and listening to the sound of eddie finishing his third helping of dinner. sinking further into the comfort and warmth, mind foggy and syrupy and just repeating to himself that he’s eddie’s and he’s safe and he’s a good boy.

eddie’s running his fingers absently through steve’s hair, engrossed in the movie he put on. steve grunts and rolls up to go to the bathroom, keeping the blanket tucked around himself so it’s less painful to be away from eddie. he heads back but stops at the kitchen to get water. he gets eddie the cookies joyce brought over with her, knowing eddie likes something sweet in the evening. steve hands the cookies over feeling a little shy, but eddie smiles at him; ‘sweet boy, thank you baby.’ and steve tingles all over at the praise, eyes going glassy and he tucks himself up even closer into eddie, sleepy and happy and so so in love.

#🦂 anon #this became very steve centric #i also almost added cock warming #but maybe i’ll just take this idea and write a little fic instead #jsut something about subby steve hiding in a belly #that’s so so personal to me #<3 #hotlunch #steddie #chubby eddie munson #steddie wg #hope u like and ty ty ty ty for this!!!!#ask #drabbles

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spoogster · 7 months

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Tobias.

(This is literally just rambling, please don't get mad for any of this. Hes literally me (Im a fictive, but talking from a viewer point of view))

Headcanons and what not.

-Doesn't work for slenderman. Never wanted to. It was Slenders mind control, his heavy influence. The people he killed? Not as many as you think. But the people he did kill, it wasn't his fault.

-Hates Slenderman. Like absolutely despises him. The only thing Slender was good for was giving him a place to stay, even if it wasn't much.

-Slender mansion? Slender manor? No. Abandoned campsite? Log cabins in the woods? Yes. He shares a cabin with Cody (X-virus), and Jeff used to be there until he got kicked out (literally) for trying to cut a smile into Cody and Tobys masks and faces. They got Liu to replace Jeff.

-Decent friends with: Cody (has to because they live together), Nina (she likes him more than he likes her but its okay), Natalie (they've always been chill), Liu (they're buddies, not like besties, but still friends), Helen (they do art together), Kate (guitar + mission buddies).

-Meh: E. J (has helped Toby recover(multiple times)), any of the animals (some of them bark too loud(one tried to bite his finger off)), Ben Drowned (gaming buddies), Jane (shes nice but doesn't really talk to him), Puppeteer (from their very few interactions, he's alright), Sally (forces him to have teapartys, though sometimes he enjoys it).

-Get away respectfully: Jeff (many reasons), Nurse Ann (shes pretty but too tall and scary seeming), Smile hd pinkie pie (sometimes fun but a little too murderous for him), Splendorman (a bit obnoxious sometimes).

-Get away. Like now.: 0ff3nd3rman (uhmm), Slenderman (ruined his life), Sully (no), Laughing Jack + Jill (too loud, annoying, jack gave him poisoned candy one time).

-No opinion: Sonic. Exe, BEN, Dina, Trendorman, Candypop, Jason, Lulu.

-Music taste is The Front Bottoms, Mindless Self Indulgence, System Of A Down, Panic! At The Disco, Get Scared, Bring Me The Horizon, Greenday, Blink 182, Lincoln, Three Days Grace, My Chemical Romance, Pierce The Veil, Lovejoy, TV Girl, Mitski.

-Clothing is usually whatever he has that still fits him. Some of it is from an emo era he went through and is still in. So like, band t-shirts, studded belts, raccon tail clips, chains, ect. But sometimes he goes for more casual which is usually sweaters and baggy pants.

-Appearance. He had a fringe at one point but grew it out. Never cuts his hair, so it gets in his way a lot (ponytail is the solution). Curly hair but straightens it a lot of the time. Piercings galore. Hazel eyes ((note: sometimes I give him heterochromia cause it's cool)). Pale skin but not like the original Toby kind of pale. Has always been tall for his age but stopped growing around 18-19 because he was going through a tough time and food was hard to come by, he was too scared to steal, the food Slender gave him could have been poisoned, who knows? So hes left as about 5'10-5'11. Hes pretty thin but is slowly building muscle as time goes on. Has some chub in the stomach but he isnt too worried about it.

-His mask is made of a thick fabric on the outside and has metal bars on the front of the mask to almost represent a mussel (canon).

-Doesnt actually like turtlenecks, they make his neck feel trapped and weird. But he wears them anyways because they hide his proxy symbol that was permanently engraved in his skin (by Slender).

-Fingerless gloves? Yessir. They help cover his scared hands. As well as they just look cool. And whenever he kills someone it's less likely he'll get his dna on the body.

-Raccoon person. Collects things he finds that others would consider trash. Like pop tabs, broken glass pieces, shiny things, rocks, ect. Messy hair. Just like his personality gives off raccon.

-Cheek gash is because he chewed the inside of his cheek so much that the skin tore. And he didn't really care so the hole kept getting bigger until eventually he got himself to stop chewing it. But now the gash is too big to heal.

-Has a couple guitars that he stole from music shops. The only one he didn't steal was one he got When he was first taken in. Slender gave it to him as "something to do" when he's bored. At first he didn't want it and never touched it. But he soon realised that it was really boring there. He tries to forget that Slender gave it to him. It's really beaten now, has worn down spots, and a bit of old blood dried onto the wood near the bottom of the strings because he strums too hard.

-Acoustic guitar: The really old musty beaten up one that Slender gave him. Almost turquoise in colour. Electric guitar: Black guitar that almost looks like something a rock star would have. Also kind of old. Doesn't use that one as much.

-Likes singing but gets nervous around people that arent in his cabin or Nat.

-Likes cuddles, hand kisses (platonically), head pats and pets, people playing with his hair. But he doesn't like asking for it because he finds it embarrassing.

-Not as childish as people think. Just clingy to people he enjoys.

-Drawing is something he really enjoys doing if he's not playing the guitar. He'll draw people from the other cabins, characters from movies and shows he likes, and even characters from the Slenderverse. Not really that good at drawing anything else.

-Always too nervous to show people his drawings or things he likes.

-Doesn't like being called "Ticci" Toby. He never liked it. Will probably get mad if you call him it more than once.

-Has terrible memory. Not even from Slenderman, he's just always had bad memory, and Slender didnt help at all. He will probably to get basic things like birthdays or people, even his own sometimes.

-Has never met anyone from the Slenderverse. But wants to.

-Feels bad for the others affected by Slender and the Slender sickness. But also enjoys the series. Even if the people go through literal hell.

-Would like to meet:

Tim, Brian, and Skully

Evan, Steph, and Jeff

Patrick and Michael

Chris

Milo/Mr scars and the Observer

-Things hes interested in include other muderers, weapons (has a journal for writing the information), horror (analog horror + args), music, art.

-He really enjoys watching the old slasher movies and he probably has them for cd and vhs. But also enjoys Tim burton movies. As well as Spider-man movies and series.

-As for shows. South Park (enjoys the humour), Superstore (enjoys the humour), and just any paranormal show (finds it interesting).

-His favourite weapon (axe) is a Tactical Axe or more widely known as a Tactical Tomakawk Axe. But theyre too expensive for him too buy. There was one time where he stole one. But someone from another cabin stole it and he hasnt gotten it back.

-Food. He likes pizza, usually cheese or pepperoni (or cheese with black olives, tehe). Also enjoys fruit, like watermelon, baby grapes, apples (galas or green apples), and pineapple.

-Smoking? Vape? Drugs? No. Alcohol? Sometimes. Its just for a relief sometimes or cause he needed it. But he's not an alcoholic and never will be.

-Knows how to use bow and arrow

(Im probably gonna hate this in like a day or two so yeah)

#creepypasta #toby rogers #ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ticci toby hc #tobias rogers #tobias erin rogers

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thedisablednaturalist · 6 months

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My parents found out about the present I bought myself for my birthday. I worked my max hours to afford it. I had it shipped to my bfs house so they wouldn't see it. Apparently I missed a receipt that was hidden in the box. Idk how they got it anyway cause I put the box out with the trash/recycling. My mom was being so cruel about it and how I keep buying myself "lavish" gifts (most stuff I buy for fun is like $10-$50 max). I always plan my purchases and have never missed a credit card payment. Most of my money goes towards doctors visits, medication, car maintenance and gas, accessibility items/ergonomic stuff, cat food and litter, and hygiene. Recently I stopped most of my subscriptions save for a cheap minecraft server. The bulk of my pay goes into savings which have really grown since I got my raise. I also give my parents $400 in rent each month. I'm trying to save up for a recliner to replace my bed but I don't want to use the money I've already put away.

Like ok, maybe I'm not mr.frugal. maybe i sometimes buy more expensive things because they're more convenient (like already cut vegetables/fruit or preprepared meals) but like my hands fucking hurt and sometimes I don't have the spoons to feed myself. Maybe I fall prey to impulse purchases once in a while. Im learning and I'm trying to learn how to budget bc now I have to also pay for insurance until I can get on medicaid.

My mom acts like I don't care. She sees amazon packages come for me and think theyre all toys or expensive skincare or junk when its actually body wipes for when I cant shower/so i dont come back from the field to the office all stinky. Its a trash can I can keep on my bedshelf so I dont throw trash onto the floor instead. Its knee braces because my knees fucking suck. Once in a while Ill see something on sale that ive been wanting for a while and will grab it. And the most expensive skincare I use is $20 for a jar that lasts me 3 months. I have to keep my skin clear or ill pick and have scabs and blood all over my face again. I spend money on drag because it MAKES me money. Last time I got paid $100 from the venue and $50 in tips. One time I got paid $300 from the venue (i dont remember how much in tips).

Im trying my best. Im working with 3 government agencies rn to get a job and get health coverage. Im working my ass off at my job when i probably shouldnt be working (my mom laughed when I mentioned this). I'm constantly doing things to earn me money or to make life a bit less painful. Even streaming is a desperate attempt to make a career/side gig out of something I enjoy and doesn't make me flare up. I only watch shows when im with my bf or when im doing chores or working. I rarely play video games. When I flare I lay in bed and scroll Tumblr or play a mindless dress up game where I only have to move my thumb. I cry almost everyday. I cry on the way to work. I cry holding my cat in so much pain i cant move.

The only big frivilous purchases I've made is the present and a new graphics card (I haven't replaced my old one in a decade). The present cost $230 and the graphics card cost $800. Both of these I saved for. I might buy a nice skirt once in a while but thats pretty much it. I also spread out big purchases over time when I can.

Am I spoiled? Maybe. Maybe my parents are right and I'm a lazy spoiled kid who just makes excuses. But my pain is real, constant, and severe.

I have friends who's birthday presents consist of trips to fucking italy or the bahamas. Who complain when their parents drag them on yet another international vacation. Some are amazing people who are grateful and work their asses off. And some of them are a bit entitled. My mom said most 26 year olds are living on their own with jobs and I fucking laughed. The only 26 year olds with their own apartments especially in my area either have 5 roommates in a 2 bedroom shithole, got lucky and have a high paying tech job, their parents pulled strings to get them hired, or their parents are paying partly or fully for their apartment.

And when i tried to find an apartment? She discouraged me and told me id never be able to afford one (correct) but now im suddenly able to when it suits her argument? Ive been heavily job hunting for over a year and got ONE interview who ghosted me after two interviews. I make $2k MAX. Rent in my area is $1700-2500 for a freaking studio. The $1700 one doesn't let you see the apartment and gets snapped up immediately. And these are all apartments within a 2 hour radius. All the "affordable housing" is for people 55 and older.

Like I literally have no options. I can't move until I get a job in that area. I can't leave the country cause Im disabled and also thats fucking expensive. My bf makes less than me and even combined we couldn't afford a place.

Literally, I've never been suicidal before. Ive never struggled with that due to my fear of death. But all of this? Ive recently had suicidal thoughts and its fucking scary. Thoughts that killing myself would make it easier for everyone else. That it would be easier to just end it, that life will always be a living hell and i should just give up. And thats fucking scary! I shouldn't have those thoughts! But that's how bad it is.

I try to do what my therapist told me. I try to set boundaries. But setting a boundary means not eating dinner bc I leave when my parents yell at me. I try to think positively and ignore the pain. I probably walk an average of 1-2 miles a day. I try and try and try and it hurts so much. They can't be proud of me? For even big victories? Guilting me about graduation cause I took too long. Keeping a job for more than a year (its not a REAL job cause its hourly and doesnt have benefits).

Like what's the point? I've been fighting and fighting and most of the world wants to see me dead and gone anyway. I'm trying to work in a field that doesn't even consider people like me. If I cant work Ill just bring my boyfriend and my family down. Every step forward I manage to take I get dragged back 10.

Im so tired and ashamed and stressed and my fucking body hurts worse now because of the stress and i just dont want to wake up tomorrow.

#wrenfea.vent

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momentomori24 · 6 months

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Finally finished my untitled Soushin poem I was working on in Doki Doki Literature Club Ceative Writing Club! I'm not good with trigger warnings, but this one is kinda heavy. Topics include implied/referenced abuse, unhealthy dynamics, codependancy, self blame-- typical Soushin but take caution anyway.

Anyway, hope you enjoy. This is for you, fellow Soushin lads.*Ahem*:

The rain beats against the window glass, haphazardly and random

To him it's nothing but mindless staccato, indistinct and humdrum

It's background noise; static fills his waning mind but he listens anyway

The clatter and chatter from the people outdoors has long faded away

It's silent now, save for the cacophony of sounds he takes in without a word

The melonchony orchestra playing the dismal soundtrack of his lonely world

Maybe ''lonely'' is a bit misleading

Does ''grieve'' really describe the emptiness he's feeling?

Those malachite eyes, a smile so sickeningly kind

digs itself out from the deepest pit of his mind

A constant, terrifying presence, day by day

A shadow glued to his side that never goes away

His face pales, his stomach churns-- he shouldn't miss him at all

Shouldn't think of the person he hung up his pictures on their wall

Should never revisit the laughter, the carnage, the violence

The way he let it all go on in ignorance and silence

It's over now, yet he goes through his days lost and dazed

Without purpose, without plans, without the answers he craved

His garden of hopes and dreams lays withered in the aftermath of that fateful fall

And as he ponders and wonders when life will once more flourish here he questions why anything ever withered at all

Sometimes, he recalls those eyes

soaking up his fear as he trembled and cried

Those loathsome hands, pulling, carressing, always on him, never gone

and that satisfied grin at the lack of resistance, the evidence he's won

Sometimes, he still misses him

That love and care, that person, that man

that weird, charasmatic stranger he grew to love when their friendship first began

That cursed scarf around his neck feels akin to a stranglehold

But he can only continue latching on to it, not bold enough to let go

It's a sickness, a plague, but it's his own

Too ravenous, destructive of an illness for one person alone

But it's just him now, alone in the dark

As he lifts his arm, gaze trailing fading marks

The permanet reminders of what he let happen without a fight

stare back him in indifference, the cold truth at its most unbearable at this hour of night

A laugh bubbles from his throat, and another, raspy and crass

As sharp and uninviting as shattered glass

What even was so funny? How utterly hopeless, utterly pointless the situation was?

But there was nothing left, and he laughed

And laughed

As Sou is naturally my favourite character he has to suffer just as naturally (affectionate). I didn't plan to write something this grim, but I'm surprisingly alright with how this turned out. This is my first time writing a poem, so please be nice to me. And if you didn't like, then still be be nice. Thanks 👍

#your turn to die #poetry #soushin #i definitely took some inspiration from things i've been re-reading and re-listening #that really captured the vibe i wanted for this one #''I don't miss you at all'' by FINNEAS #''Approximation'' by Consumer_electronics ao3 #''are you with me?'' by ibgarry ao3 #''at arm's length'' by Sarllon ao3 (their account is deleted tho)#btw if you enjoy dark/grotesque content check them out they're phenomenal writers #except if you're an anti then please don't #sou hiyori #shin tsukimi #my writing

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leggerefiore · 2 years

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Tentacles

cw: 18+ content, fem reader, tentacles, alien au, xenophilia, breeding kink, Emmet isn't being nice, reader implied to be in relationship with Ingo, too

Minors DNI

Pairing: Emmet/Reader

Tentacles held your arms above your head as Emmet ground against you. Your clothing was gone from your body the moment you two had entered the privacy of your bedroom. His gem glowed ominously in the low light, while his human disguise was completely gone. Iridescent eyes bored into you, and lips suckled and nipped at your neck. His hands pushed your legs up and apart. You groaned when a tentacle pressed between your folds. Emmet pulled away from your precious neck to giggle. “You reeeally want to start trying for a family? I thought you would be more focused on saving this planet,” he cooed and swirled the tentacle around your clit, “You're aiding in humanity's destruction, you know?” You nodded while grasping the air desperately with your hands.

He did not know your true plans behind all of this. Hybrids could likely overpower them in a way you could not. Or, perhaps, in the best-case scenario, they would cause them to rethink their actions. You whined when another tentacle pushed inside you. It was thick, muscular, and squirming. Emmet smirked at your wide eyes and the way your hips bucked up against his. It wriggled wildly and sent strange pleasure through your system. “Remember when you tried to leave us?” he teased, kissing down your chest, “You ran off to that human man. We knew. We watched you and felt you. Our cells are always inside of you.” You felt a bit sluggish with thoughts while the tentacle began to pump in and out of you. The one playing with your clit worked in tandem with the one fucking you. All of them were part of Emmet.

His talking about a time when you had temporarily broken off your relationship with the aliens left you with memories that you would rather forget. You loved them. You loved them so much that when you became worried about them finding about your other identity, you left them. A terrible, short relationship that left you unfulfilled and desperate followed. It was soon after that you returned to them. They were irreplaceable. “You hated human dick, didn't you?” he laughed, “A human couldn't do this to you; a human couldn't take care of you like we do.” The tentacle's thrusts grew harsher and faster while his teeth brushed against your nipple. His wet tongue circled around it. Lips enclosed around it as he began to suckle at it.

Their cells aided your body in many ways. A thanks for incubating them at their weakest state back to proper beings. They loved you and adored you. Your safety was guaranteed from their invasion. You still wanted to protect your world. Sometimes, however, an urge to just let them do what they wanted took over. Why should you care about every single person? They would spare a decent number of humans. You did not need to force yourself to be everyone's guardian. His tentacle hit your cervix with intense vigour, which caused a warmth to burn in your stomach. With a few more movements and help from his tongue playing with your nipple, you came. Your walls desperately clenched around the tentacle for cum that could not follow. Emmet sighed as you crashed against the sheets.

So beautiful, he thought, it was a favourite sight of his to see you all fucked out and mindless. Your job as queen would be to help with offspring. Emmet pulled away to finally remove his underwear. Your eyes watched as another, special tentacle was revealed. It squirmed wildly with a slick coating it. An aphrodisiac, you knew. His tentacles helped hold your legs while he positioned himself. “You know how our sperm works, right~” he cooed, “We seal it all inside for a while you, it definitely will take. You'll be cutely swollen, heehee.” With that, you moaned as the phallus pushed inside you. The slime was smeared all over your walls and left a strange heat and pleasure in its wake. You whined as he began to fuck into you.

His eyes were snapped shut while he whined quietly. The tendrils binding your arms let you go while you moved to hug him close. His humanoid form was pressed close to yours as he fucked you wildly. The tentacle squirmed inside you with less control than the other. Skin slapping echoed through the room as he kept going over and over again. His lips were against yours before your tongues were engaged in a dance. You felt yourself growing closer and closer to orgasm again. He seemingly noticed this and fucked into you with more precision and aggression. Your nails scratched his back as he hit your cervix once again.

The swelling pleasure spilt over while you felt the tip of the tentacle press inside your womb. Your mind was slathered in pleasure, so you could only distantly watch and feel as the cum flooded inside you. There was distension from your stomach from the sheer amount he poured into you. Soft whines and cries came from him as this happened. He slowly pulled out as a certain other liquid was sprayed. It hardened and blocked the jizz from escaping you. Emmet removed himself from you as he retreated all his tentacles back to him. His arms held you close to him as you both began to drift off from the sex.

“I love you, darling,” he murmured into your hair, “Mmm… You're going to be a verrrry good queen.”

“I love you, too, Em,” you yawned and felt against your bloated stomach, “… You certainly gave me more than enough.”

You were hoping for girls.

#emmet x reader #emmet/reader #pokemon emmet x reader #emmet.ima #nastystuff #alien au

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yanchatremake · 1 year

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"I’m tryna get back into drawing after hitting an artist’s block but yeah, eventually I will answer all questions here after some time :))"

No worries! As a more hobbyist artist, I understand the plight of artist's block. I'm sure everyone would be beyond understanding of such situations so don't feel sorry. :) Can't help that kind of stuff. I've heard that mindless doodles can sometimes help get the juices flowing a little bit. Sorta like getting a ballpoint to work proper? Idk how much it'd work, and you've probably heard that a million times before, but I thought I'd throw it out there while it's on my mind. Also glad to brighten the Admin's day, even just a little bit. :D Inf3rn0 sure brightened mine, in multiple ways, lmao. ;)

Yeah, it's still good advice tho 👍 i did end up trying to sketch something out and i finally sketched out something i liked!

I'm just really trying to do the things i like one by one because i'm handling a lot of stuff irl and one of the ways i relax is just drawing so im kinda unmotivated to answer asks (though i still try to answer atleast once a day for yanchat)

But anyways, thanks again! its always nice to be reminded that people wouldn't mind if i dont answer fast or frequently on here oof

#domo answers #ask

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xxfanfiction-emo-trinityxx · 2 years

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Killjoys Never Die 1/15 - Zombie

Chapter Summary: Alone in the Zones, years after your friends, the Fabulous Killjoys had been killed, you meet someone you had never expected to see again. Reader: fem!Reader Chapter Word Count: 3 875 Series Warnings: mentions of drugs; poor mental health; suicidal tendencies; insecurities; throwing up; jealousy; slavery (?); experiments on living humans; graphic descriptions of: violence, injuries, torture, death A/N: At this point I would quickly like to mention, that the Zombie Mask design popped into my head about a week before Gerard pulled off Meta Man... It’s nice though that Gerard sticks to my headcanons

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Killjoys hardly feared anything. Not DESTROYA, not the Phoenix Witch, not DRACs, and not the SCARECROWS, not even death. Maybe they feared being turned into a DRAC, into a mindless killing machine that thoughtlessly obeyed Better Living Industries' commands; falling into the hands of the company that had divided the world into Battery City and everything outside. Battery City with its white skyscrapers of metal and glass, where work was the only goal in life, and happiness swallowed as daily pills. Battery City, where those who didn't obey the rules, ended up as DRACs, or in the underground, breathing in toxic fumes, sharing their blankets with rats, and freezing to death at night. Battery City that locked its citizens behind its tall walls like animals in a cage.

The outside was free.

And that was worse.

The Zones surrounding Battery City were the DRACs' hunting grounds, a never ending battlefield between BLI and those who opposed them, the Killjoys. If you survived the day under the burning radiation of the sun, and did not freeze in the bitter cold of the night, you could easily die of thirst or hunger, in the desert, where hardly anything grew. And then you still had not survived the thunderstorms of acid rain, or the sandstorms that often enough had suffocated those who had not found shelter fast enough, and rasped the skin and flesh off its victims with grains of sand that were as sharp as a scalpel. Killjoys feared none of that, except maybe being turned into a DRAC.

But they did fear you.

They did not know who you were, a witch, a mad scientist, a mad man, a god. You captured DRACs and SCARECROWS alike, and most never were seen again after having fallen into your hands. Sometimes Killjoys turned up who claimed to have been created by you. Some thought your work was the origin of the legend of the Phoenix Witch, others called you her daughter.

The truth was much less glorious and much sadder than anything the Killjoys were able to come up with.

You had run with the only people you had been able to trust ever since BLI had destroyed the world. Day and night you had fought against DRACs and SCARECROWS, against BLI and – most importantly – their technology, trying to protect your friends, people who had become so much more than just friends, who had become the only family you knew anymore.

Party Poison and Jet Star had been several years older than you, and had always looked out for you. Jet had patched you up, whenever had gotten hurt. Party had made sure you ate enough, and got some sleep, even when you had been able to think only about your experiments, no matter how little he liked them. Kobra Kid had loved teaching you how to build weapons, and how to use them, and when you had begun taking apart the DRAC Masks, he had always been by your side, helped you with cables, and explaining electronic circuits to you. He had been the only one who ever had directly helped you with your work.

And then there was Fun Ghoul. Things with him had been... different. You had not talked much with him, often reduced your interactions to watching him work on the car, fool around with the others, or train his fighting techniques.

One day, not long before everything had gone to shit, he had offered to help you with your own shooting practice. He had put up some empty tins of PowerPup, and had stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and taken your hands in his, lifting the ray gun you had been holding. You remembered having tried to focus on shooting, but instead you had been distracted by his hushed voice, whispering advice, had been distracted by his breath fanning over the shell of your ear.

You did not like that memory.

It taunted you with all you might have gotten, if only you had been a little braver, a little more honest with yourself. But before you had been able to admit your feelings, even to yourself, the Girl had been abducted. For years you and the Fabulous Killjoys had raised her, had taught her how to fight, always with the vague knowledge that one day she would be the one to bring about the fall of BLI. So the others had gone after her, had driven the TransAM into Battery City, to never return.

You had wanted to come with them, but they argued that you were not experienced enough in close combat, that you would only put yourself at risk. Believing them, you had stayed behind, had watched them speed off towards a fate you had not been able to foresee, otherwise you would have gone with them.

For days you had waited for them to return, for a sign of the old car, of your friends, of the Girl, who was like a little sister, or even daughter, to you.

Eventually you had gotten the news over Doctor Death Defying's broadcast: the Girl was saved, a victory paid for with the lives of the Fabulous Killjoys. You were the only one left, but hardly fabulous at that. Nobody seemed to know you were still alive. And quite honestly: you didn't want to be anymore.

So you locked the doors to the Diner, in which you and the Fabulous Killjoys had lived in for the past years, and had committed your entire time and energy to one goal and one goal only: learning everything there was to learn about a Killjoy's worst nightmare, the DRAC Masks.

Shortly after you had lost everything you had ever held dear in the Zones, a new type of mask had appeared. The DRAC Masks so far had been put on living humans, turning them into mindless killing machines who only obeyed the command of BLI. The masks could not be taken off without force. And when they were, the people died.

The new type of masks, Zombie Masks, as you called them, were a game changer, looking almost exactly like the old masks, only with an infinity symbol on the forehead. They were put on the dead, reawakening them as the same mindless killers as the normal DRACs, with one major difference: when the masks were taken off, the people stayed alive.

But there were conditions to it. The people could not be dead longer than a few hours, before the masks were put on, otherwise they did not work. You assumed it had to do with decomposition. Were the masks put on early enough, the cause of death, usually wounds, slowly healed. Were the wounds not healed enough before the masks were taken off, it was like the person had still been severely injured and eventually died off these wounds. But were the wounds healed completely? The person lived.

What was the most amazing thing though was that after the masks were taken off, the people did not seem to be influenced by BLI at all anymore. They returned to being the people they had been before they had died. And: masks did not work on them anymore, neither the normal ones, nor the Zombie Masks, after they had been killed again.

It had taken you years to gather all these information, mostly through experiments with the desert being your laboratory. You had made sure to never harm a Killjoy, but over the years your hands had been more than stained with blood of BLI. They had been drenched in it.

Some of the people you had freed of the Zombie Masks had been Killjoys, or more than happy to join the rebels in the desert. Many had offered you their assistance, but you had never allowed them to learn more about your work than they had up until that point.

Your best and closest friends had frowned upon your work, at your experiments with humans, about how you willingly allowed people, even if formerly BLI, to die. How could you expect strangers to accept this, and even help you?

You preferred working alone, especially after having lost your crew. This way you never had to rely on anyone who could disappoint you, could not lose anyone you had started to get attached to. You had lost too much for that. And so you ran by yourself, lived in the tiny underground shelters Party and Jet had helped you build into the earth all over the Zones, as long as they did not contain any of your ongoing experiments, drove one of the bikes Fun Ghoul had fixed for you, lived by the rules of the desert which Kobra had taught you.

Once a week you drove to the old Diner, making sure no other Killjoys took it as their base, keeping it in shape, should you ever have a reason to move back in there. But for now driving the old bike was painful enough of a memory. Living in the old Diner, which was filled to the brim with memories, would have killed you.

And it was on the way to the Diner that day when you got ambushed by DRACs. Usually you had gotten good a spotting the patrols, even able to create traps for them on the less often used routes. But that day they got the better of you.

Just like always these past years, there were three DRACs and one Zombie-DRAC. Two of the three DRACs were down already, black holes burnt into the white fabric over their chests, where the blast of your ray gun had hit them.

The Zombie-DRAC was heading for the boulder behind which you were hiding, panting, crouched over in the sand. You did not really notice the way the itchy sand got stuck on your sweaty skin, did not care. You hated fighting against the Zombies. There were still people underneath those masks who you could safe. If it came down to your life or theirs, you would not hesitate to shoot, but if you had a chance to capture them alive, you had to try.

Trying to quiet your heavy breathing, you glanced around the edge, seeing how close the Zombie had already gotten. Looking up the boulder, you thought about climbing it, attacking from above, but the surface was too smooth. There were no rigid edges to hook your fingers or shoes into, at least not in time before the Zombie spotted you. So there was only one option.

Getting on your feet, you exhaled and listened. The Zombie was close. Three more steps. Two. One. You launched yourself forward. The Zombie was taller than you by a whole head, but while it was stronger, additionally fuelled by BLI‘s anger, you were faster.

You grabbed its wrist, the one holding its ray gun, and in one quick motion slammed it against the boulder. A groan of pain sounded from underneath the mask, but it did not drop the gun.

You were about to repeat the action, when you heard the last alive DRAC approach. At first it was difficult to determine the direction it was coming from, but a moment later, you were certain it would attack from behind. Instead of knocking the Zombie‘s wrist against the boulder again, you twisted until you had enough control over the ray gun, and were able to look behind you. Not a moment too late, as it turned out, because just then the DRAC appeared. Not hesitating, you pulled the trigger, the Zombie still trying to win back control.

The blast hit the DRAC clean in the head, but you did not wait to watch it go down. The Zombie was a lot stronger than you, and beginning to win control over the situation. Using all your body weight, you threw yourself sideways against the bolder. Your shoulder ached dully from the impact, but the Zombie‘s arm, which you had trapped between your body and the stone, took most of the blow. A scream came from underneath the mask, not human, more animal, and it dropped the gun.

The moment its fingers had loosened around the weapon, you grabbed its wrist, and spun around, making it stumble and go down without any problems, at least until it had hit the floor, while you held its arm in an unnatural angle so it could not move.

But neither DRACs nor Zombies had any regard for physical harm. So it began struggling, and when you reached one hand for the dusty white mask, pinning its hand to the ground with the other and your knee, you felt the panic radiating off of it.

It was not the same cool headed panic you felt in a fight; it was the red, burning hot panic a cornered animal might feel when it knew it was about to die. You wondered if Fun Ghoul had felt that way when he had known he would die.

But you would not end this person‘s life, no, you would save them.

So you closed your fingers around the strangely oily material of the mask, right where the infinity symbol was, and pulled. The masks came off a lot harder than one might have thought, as if they were glued to its victim‘s head, and the more you pulled, the more the Zombie struggled, it reached out for you, tearing at your clothes, ripping one of your sleeves, and leaving deep scratches in your skin, but you did not give way.

The longer the struggle continued, the more the mask began slipping, the more the Zombie struggled, the panic oozing off of it increased tenfold. It was pitiful, almost you wanted to let it go, but you could not give in. In a desperate attempt to finally end this deadlock, you took a deep breath, and yanked as hard as you could, using your body weight once more to throw yourself backwards.

And just like that the mask came off, letting you fall on your behind, your head missing the boulder by inches. Immediately the person you had fought calmed down. It was a man, as you had assumed from his height, his hair, which BLI had shaved before putting the mask on, had grown out. Considering how long it was, the poor guy had been stuck underneath the mask for at least two years. If not more. It was hard to tell with his curls. He was lying on his stomach, his face turned away from you, his cheek pressed into the sand.

For a moment you watched him, how he just lay there, breathing heavily, and wondered if you had hurt him enough to immobilize him. Pushing up on your hands, you sat up, discarding the mask behind you. It was useless to you now.

You did not know who you had freed. For all you know this might be some BLI-believing bastard who just waited for you to come closer to knock you out, and present you to the heads of BLI as a present on a metaphorical silver plate. So you carefully got up, and took a step back, your eyes quickly searching for the ray gun that had been dropped somewhere.

Suddenly the man moved, pushing up on his hands, and sitting back so he was kneeling in the sand. Against the sun, shadows covered his face, but your heart started racing nonetheless. You were not sure why, but there was the creeping feeling that you knew him.

He wiped the sand off his hands, and reached into his face, brushing the sand there away as well, all while you watched him carefully, dreadfully. Somehow it felt, as if just now everything had changed, as if everything you had known until this point had gotten turned upside down, but you could not place your finger on it.

Then the man looked up at you, and your world spun out of control.

You should have recognised this brown hair, these little curls, should have recognized his face even in the shadow. But three years were as long as three eternities out here in the Zones.

For a moment Jet Star just looked up at you, his eyes wide, his face pale, even against the white fabric of his BLI issued suit. You could not move, just felt the floor give way beneath you, and you dropped. How was that possible? Your friend, who had died saving the Girl, out here in the Zones?

The Zombie Masks had appeared after the Fabulous Killjoys had died, but here Jet was, dressed as a Zombie, but alive and well. Had he been the first Zombie? And if BLI had turned him, what about the others? Were they out there, in the Zones too? Had you clashed with them before? Were they hunting you? Had you… had you killed one of them without knowing?

But that did not matter, you reminded yourself, it did not matter, not right now. Not when you had Jet back. For three years you had let the guilt for their deaths eat away at you, but now one of them was here. Five minutes ago you would have given your life to have one of your friends back.

You could not fight down the strangled cry that left your lips as you launched yourself forward, and tackled Jet in a hug, which he returned immediately, admittedly surprised, but he returned it. His arms, dressed in tight, stiff, white fabric wrapped around your torso as you threw your arms around his neck, and pressed your face against his shoulder.

You could probably count the number of times Jet had hugged you on one hand, but you knew this hug would be burnt into your memory for forever. It was desert dust and BLI disinfectant and something warm, that made you feel safe, like only your friends had ever been able to make you feel safe out here in the Zones. But Jet himself was still cold, almost like ice, just as all those people were, who came out from underneath the masks. It would take a few hours until his body warmth would have returned.

Before you knew it you were sitting in his lap, reduced to a puddle of tears, crying out all the pain of the last three years. Jet seemed a little confused, not quite sure what was going on, but he held you tight, and did not let go until you pulled away.

“You’re alive,” were the first words you were able to breath out, and Jet nodded. You were so close to him; you could see the small freckles on his nose. “You’re alive.”

“I am,” he nodded, but while your voice carried relief, his was full of wonderment. “What happened?”

“What are you asking me that?” You pulled away and got up. The floor seemed to sway underneath your feet. “You’re the one who suddenly turned up as a Zombie! I thought you were dead!”

Jet blinked at you, staying seated in the sand.

“Zombie?”

You walked to the discarded mask, and held it up.

“See that,” you pointed to the infinity sign on the mask, “these are put on dead people, bringing them back to life as a DRAC.” You could see the colour draining from Jet’s face. “Remember the normal DRAC Masks? When they’re taken off, the person dies. Take off the Zombie Mask, and you’ll live.”

You would have to explain it in more detail to him later, but this was enough for now.

“I died?” Jet turned his head away, and lifted one of his hands to the middle of his chest. “I died.”

You walked back over to him, and knelt down in the sand by his side.

“How are you feeling?”

Jet’s gaze was a little absent as he looked around, his face pale from years of no sunlight. His eyes flickered over the scene, over the dead DRACs, the white BLI car in the distance, and back to you.

“Dizzy,” he admitted, “sick.”

“You need something to drink,” you nodded, quickly jumping up, and heading to where your bike had fallen over in the sand. “Here.”

Running back to him, you offered him an old, metal bottle, but his hands were shaking too much to open the cap.

“Let me.”

Opening the bottle you held it to his lips, tilting it, until he could drink. Thirstily he gulped down what was left in the bottle, his eyes closed in relief. The water had to be warm and stall, but he drank as if it was the best drink he had ever had. You watched him, watched his lashes flutter against his cheeks, how one of his hands was still clawed into the fabric over his chest, the other halfway lifted up the bottle, as if to support your hand.

When he had finished, he sighed deeply.

“Better,” you asked, quietly, screwing the now empty bottle shut again.

He nodded, sinking in on himself. You had seen this phenomenon a few times now, the exhaustion of coming out from underneath a Zombie Mask.

“We should get out of the sun,” you reminded him after another few moments, gently putting your hand on his shoulder.

With still closed eyes, Jet nodded once more, and both of you began getting up, even though he needed a little help from you, still shaky on his feet.

You asked him to wait by the boulder, and went to fetch your motorbike. At moments like these you would have loved to just steal the BLI car, but that was dangerous for two reasons. One, if other Killjoys saw the car before you had the chance to paint it, you might get attacked. Two, the cars had a GPS installed, constantly transmitting its location, and nobody had figured out where it was, or how it could be disabled. Maybe if Kobra still had been with you, he might have figured it out. But he wasn’t with you anymore, and so you had to limit yourself to raiding the car for now.

Pushing your bike with the big bags over to the other vehicle, you began with the front seats, immediately finding two bottles of fresh water. It wouldn’t be good to drink, since all the bottled water was poisoned with BLI’s drugs, but good enough for washing your body, apart from the fact that it smelled sour. In the backseats you found a bunch of pills, which you packed for your experiments. The trunk turned out to be a real treasure chest. More water, canned PowerPup, a first aid kit, some unused DRAC Masks, and a blanket.

As soon as you had stored everything away on your bike, you pushed it through the gravel and sand over to Jet, who was leaning against the boulder.

“I can’t wait to see the Diner again after all this,” he grinned as you helped him onto the bike.

“We’re not going back to the Diner,” you informed him, kicking your machine to life.

“What? Why not?”

“Too many ghosts.”

He did not ask anything after that, but grabbed tighter onto you as you began speeding away from the side of the ambush.

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pomegranate-pen · 2 years

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Stranded. Chapter.4 Friends

It’s been a few days since the whole volcano fiasco. You decided that it would be best to take a break for a while and try to get to know the island better instead. That being said, you absolutely did none of that.

Instead, you resulted in sleeping for the longest hours of the day. At first it was out of exhaustion but now, it’s purely due to your own boredom and concern. You didn’t even know where to begin with. The village? You’d get lost on your way. The beach? Nothing interesting there. The forest? Too dangerous, supplies would be needed.

A tour to the village would be nice and insanely helpful. But you didn’t want to bother the others again. Giving them request after request was even making you feel tired.

Since you’ve been staying here for some time, you decided to help Amy out with chores, in which she continuously rejected your help. You didn’t really know why she refused, but hoped it was anything but her thinking you were useless. She wasn’t one for talking, either. Whenever you did speak to her, she was rather formal with it. As if she was a staff working in a hotel. Conversations never revolved around her. And if they did, she’d quickly skip them and bring up something entirely different. There was this one time you asked what her hobbies were, and she countered back with what are yours. After you finished speaking, she left it at that. No answers from her and many answers from you. You didn’t understand it, did she hate you? That question always bugged you.

Sitting down on the pink comfy couch, you starred at the mindless TV program and didn’t move an inch. Too lazily entranced by it to do anything. A sudden click of a door made you turn your head around. You saw Amy, who puts a purse on her shoulders and clutches its strap. A tilted head and a rose brow later, you let your curiosity take the best of you, again. “Where are you gonna go?” it wasn’t uncommon for Amy to leave from time to time. She frequently visits her friends or defeats villains, which meant a continuous schedule of leaving the house at least two times each day. You were really surprised by how busy she was. Heck, even though this daily job of hers is already taking up most of her time, she still has the energy to put on classes for others every weekend! Sometimes it was some therapeutic class and other times it was something related to artistic hobbies. Goodness, she has so much to do all the time…you wondered if you could ever handle such a lifestyle. Probably not.

“I think you mean,” she smirks and hands you a paper. Looking at it, you felt shocked by seeing the hand-drawn map of the town. “Where are we going.” She grins.

It seems like Amy has already read your mind from the start. Offering a tour of the whole village and a meal at a restaurant called Meh Burger, as amusing as that name was. “The quality of the food there is just meh.” She shrugged, not noticing your chuckle at her words. ‘At least they’re honest’ you thought. Rolling her eyes, she suddenly sighed. “The customer service is horrible though.” She turned left as you followed. The path to the village was surprisingly not that hard to find. There were signs every thirty steps or more telling you which way to go next. The only thing you had to do is look around the beach for a while until you notice the first sign. You absolute clown, you could’ve easily done this by your own. You felt the urge to face-palm, but decided to merely scoff at your own behavior. After a few chit chats of the places she’d show you, you finally reached the village.

Eyes, eyes were all on you. And they all looked either shocked or horrified. One of them, a white and brown cat, looked at you with downright disgust and judgement. When you first came here, you thought they were the aliens. But it’s clear now who truly is odd one out here. They probably considered you some weird fever dream. One that they’ll forget quickly and will never see again. But no, it seemed like you’d be a part of the Island as well too. The cat and an old mouse seemed uneasy at that thought. The cat wanted to walk up to you, but was stopped by the furious glare of Amy and a weak grip from the grandmother on his shoulder. He grumbled and stayed put.

You felt frozen in place, too overwhelmed by the awkward silence to take one more step. But if you wanted to stay here, than you just have to accept this sort of reaction from now on. You’d choose this over the whole Louis thing any day. Taking a deep breath, you eased up your tense shoulders and pointed at the library. “Let’s go there first.”

The Library was a decent size for one in a small village. Not too big and not too small. A big sign was on top of its door, a drawing of an opened book with the library’s name on it. It felt like a video game of sorts, where you look around the place and can easily guess what is what by their signs. Book equals library, flowers meant a flower shop and an animal on it meant pet shop. Although, you’ve only seen the library for now. You wondered what other shops the village had. ‘Please have a pet shop or animal clinic.’ You prayed.

Going inside, your eyes meet the common rows of books that is expected in any library. “Why did you choose the library?” Amy asked. “Are you a bookworm?” You took a moment to reply, silently browsing the books in the fantasy section. Eyes finding a book with an awful resemblance of one you haven’t seen in ages. “Not really.” you mumbled. “I did like reading fantasy books, but I stopped at some point.” You shrugged. Amy grabbed a book merely few shelves away from the one your eyes were glued on. She hummed in acknowledgement as she read the summary. Opening the book and flipping through a few pages while continuing the conversation. “why’s that?”

You went silent. Hand slowly reaching the book and giving it a single touch. Yet your mind was already filled with memories.

The glee you felt was infinite. It didn’t seem to cease one bit. It only overflowed from your heart and made you squeal in joy. Little eleven year old fingers flipped through the pages. Stopping at any part that had an art work featured in it. The main character, a girl names Cecilia, was your favorite character at that time. A passionate adventurer who decides to cross the seas and find mermaids to ask them a question. In the end of the whole book series, she not only found out they exist, but she also found love with one of their kind and realized she was a half-mermaid as well. She was who you wanted to be in life. Who you yearned to be. Passionate, kind hearted and a love for adventure.it still saddens you to remember how it got ripped to shreds that same night.

You inspect the book in hand. The premise was like the Cecilia one, but this time on space and the main character was an anthropomorphic wolf. With a hum, you shut the book and put it back in the shelf.

Searching the rest of the library, you concluded that Tails was telling you the truth before. There really isn’t any information about humans around here, especially the library. All books were made by the town’s folks themselves and all history books were about something called ‘The Ancients’. Something that upon reading, you realized you have never heard about in the world outside the village either. The book was so heavy too…and upon reading a few pages only, you were shocked by all the impressive works they’ve done. And yet, you’ve never heard a thing about them from the human history books. Weird.

Amy was patiently waiting for you a few bookshelves away, silently waiting for you to finish up. There it is again, the invisible wall she created for you and herself. You wondered if she’d come around and ask you anything, maybe about what you’re reading or where you wanted to go next. Or even better, maybe she’d finally start talking about herself after weeks of silence. Damn, you really wanted to be friends with her. Grumbling away and putting back the history book in the shelf, you found yourself feeling quite hungry now. Curiously, you looked at the clock and realized it was already two pm. ‘we’ve been here for two hours?!’ ahh fuck. She’s been waiting over there for two hours?! Why hasn’t she said anything?! In a bit of a panic, you went up to her in a quick walk and apologized for the long stay, which she said it was fine and that there’s no need to be sorry. “You know, you could’ve told me it was getting late.” you both walked out the door. Amy shrugged and started leading you down another path. “Why would I? You’re my guest!” she smiled.

“But—“

“Here we are!” that fast? You looked around and noticed the place she was pointing too. Meh Burger, where everything tastes meh. Soon, attention from the conversation was now directed to the fast-food burger place. Seats were perched up right in front of the counter where a small line was formed for ordering. The ground looked awfully dusty with only one spot in the back end corner that seemed clean. Reading the sign in front of it all, you noticed the half drawn star that was drawn in the bored with other, albeit empty in color, four other stars.

“Don’t worry, me and the others always come here to eat! And look at us, we’re completely healthy and fit.” Her reassuring smile falters a bit. “….for now.”

Not really comforted by her words, you gave a half-hearted nod. “Amy! Y/n!” a familiar fox waved his hands excitedly at you two. The whole team was sitting together. You haven’t seen everyone for a while. Especially Sticks and Knuckles, which you haven’t interacted with at all after the first day here. They motioned for you to come over and sit down with them.

“It’s a bit surprising to see you here, Y/n.” Knuckles looked a bit shocked. Intrigued even. “Thought it’d take you more time to get used to everything.” Well, it’s already been weeks, almost a month at this point. “I’m not that scared of everything.” You joked. “I was just shocked, you know?”

“She’s right, Knucks.” Sonic suddenly spoke. “She’s actually way cooler than we thought.” He gave an amused smile. “I mean, come on, she threw a rock at Eggman right at the first day she saw him!” Sticks and Knuckles gave an impressed look and laughed at that. They started asking for all the details in what happened, curious to know how much of a fright did you give Eggman. You excitedly started explaining everything that happened on that fateful day.

Unbeknownst to you and the others, Amy kept giving Sonic a puzzled glare. Confused by his sudden, completely out of character action. Yet, she did feel quite happy about the shift in tone at the table. It felt warm and homey again, as if the group is slowly starting to accept your presence and this moment, is the first step to it.

When Sonic gets up to pay for the order this time, Amy gets up as well, giving the excuse of wanting to order for you and her while waiting with Sonic. “I can go order for you if you want.” Sonic says, which Amy shook her head at. “Nope, actually, I wanted to talk to you about something along the way.” Sonic suddenly gives a bored sigh. Eyebrows furrowing and a tired frown getting into his face. “Amy, if this is about that poetry club of yours—“Amy gave an angered groan at that and took him by the hand, forcing him to just come with him to the line rather than complaining all day.

The line was quite long this time. Probably because it was right at the time people would usually order here. Lunches at Meh Burger were always the busiest of times there, but also it’s the time where the food is at its best. There are no more leftovers from yesterday left at noon. They all go out at the morning, but are made fresh again at this time. As Amy were endless rows and rows behind from the cashier, it gave them plenty of time to talk.

“Why did you do it?” Amy asked, making Sonic give her a confused hum. “Do what?”

“Talk about her attack at Eggman. Don’t get me wrong, it was nice but…it isn’t what you’d usually do…you know?” the line moved a bit forward and so did them. “You always like taking the credit in battles. I mean you do mention us- but it’s always after you praise yourself and all so it’s just- it’s just so weird that you praised her immediately.” Sonic merely shrugged. “To be honest, I don’t know much about her.” He pointed out. “But I really wanted to make her feel like she’s welcome to be our friend, you know?” he suddenly gives a huff of confusion. “I’m actually surprised, I thought she’d warm up to us by now.”

Amy’s eyebrow rose in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Well— you’re her friend, right?” Amy jolts in guilt at that. “I thought you’d invite her to go out weeks ago.”

“…”

Noticing the silence, Sonic suddenly turns around to her with a perplexed look. “Ames...you are friends with her...right?”

Amy looks at the ground with guilt, ignoring his shocked gaze. “Do you hate her?”

“What?!” her gaze immediately shifts to him at that. “Of course not!” she quickly brings that question to the ground and burns it with her firm tone. “I’m just…I’m…” she sighs and gulps down her pride. “…scared.”

“Scared?” he repeated. “Of what?”

“Of her not liking me.” Her gaze turned around the table they left. Knuckles seemed to be telling a story, a joke was brought up and they all laughed. Sonic stood there in silence, not wanting to interrupt her possible rant. “I’ve been giving her this formal host façade for way too long...after a week, it felt like I can’t be normal around her. I’m afraid of her judging me.”

“Ames, she wouldn’t judge you. come on, look!” he points to the table, as her gazes meets it again, she sees Sticks speaking passionately about something, probably about aliens or mind controlling robots in TVs while y/n was happily listening. “Does she really seem like the type?”

“No...But still!” the line moves forward again and so do they. “What if she doesn’t like who I am?! Won’t it get awkward in the house?!”

“I doubt that.” he starts preparing his money for the payment. “You’re barely in the house anyway, so she’ll just treat you like a roommate.” Sonic is only one person away for it becoming his turn and before it is, he turns around and looks at Amy seriously. “Give her a chance Amy. I’m sure you two will get along well.”

As he paid and left, Amy was left alone with the only employee in the whole restaurant. She distracted herself from her thoughts by ordering the regular she has and a normal meh burger and fries for you. As he brought the order, she stared at it unimpressed.

“This is the not so fishy sandwich.” She points to the burger with a fish, which by the way, has its head still on them with only two buns between it. “So?” the boy scoffs. She looks at him with thinned lips and a slightly disappointed glare. “It’s not what I ordered?” the fish starts to move. “And it’s still alive?!”

“Dave, please just give me what I ordered this time.” She sighed, her hands on her shoulders and her patience thinning. “I’m on my break.” The intern retorts and completely ignored her now. Getting away from the girl and back at the console and video game he placed at the kitchen a few months ago.

“Ugh!” Amy stomps her feet. She looks at the tray and huffs. Noticing that they’ve at least got your order right, she begrudgingly takes it. She comes back at the table with an angry sigh and places the tray down with a slight bit of too much force. Her anger didn’t go unnoticed by any of you. “What’s wrong, Amy?” you asked and take a glance at the tray. The fish starts moving its tail and you all gave a shocked gasp. She points at the fish. “This, alive and smelly fish is not my order. But the oh so great Dave the Intern,” she grumbles when getting to his name. “Said that he’s suddenly on a break and can’t change it!”

“Wow, so that’s what you meant by bad customer service.” The fish started moving again and you flinched. “Didn’t know it be this bad though…”

She sighs and took the not so fishy burger out of the tray, then proceeded to move the tray closer to you. “They got your order right though.” She mentioned, taking one fry out of the tray and taking a bite. “Try it.”

The burger didn’t look super fresh, but it didn’t look old either. Your guess was that it was cooked probably one or two hours ago. Taking the burger, you finally took a bite.

It was as meh as it can get. Nothing you’d spit out of disgust, but not something you’d eat everyday either. The meat was slightly too chewy, the tomatoes were way too soft and the bread was a bit too dry, making even the slightest bit of hard grip make it leave crumbs all over the place. “Do you like it?” Tails asked.

“It sure does live up to its name.” you put the burger down. “It’s edible and that’s good enough. But, I’d choose Amy’s cooking over this any day.” Amy smiles and thanks you. “Anyone’s cooking is better is better than here though.” She looks at the fish angrily. “Not even Sonic can make a fish burger this badly.”

“Hey! My cooking isn’t so bad!”

“You burned soup!”

“That was a onetime thing!”

Tails looked at him unimpressed. “You once mistook brown sugar for burnt sugar.”

“Oh come on! The cookies were still edible!”

Sticks crossed her arms. “You made a smoothie out of chili dogs.”

“That was for me only and by the way- that actually tasted incredible!”

“So you agree that the cookies were extremely bad, right?” Knuckles retorts. “That’s not— Ughhh.” Sonic gives up. Staying silently embarrassed as the whole group chuckles.

The whole group falls into different chats, leaving you and Amy in complete silence. You take the chance to continue the conversation. “I’m being honest though. You could seriously make a way better restaurant than what Meh Burger has.” You take a fry and dislike it’s hot on out and cold on inside texture. “Anything you make is ten times better than this.”

“Yeah…you’re right...” Amy thinks for a bit, deep in thought. Soon, she smiles and nods her head in approval. “Then it’s settled.” You were confused by her statement. “I’m making my very own restaurant!”

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The day passed by quickly, after food, you went and looked around the place in the village. You felt relieved by seeing a pet shop, but were confused on why there were no animal clinics around. If the people have pets, surely they’d need a vet.

Amy’s restaurant plan immediately started the very next day. Taking this as an opportunity to bond with her, since you were the one who suggested it after all, you went out and found an old abandoned restaurant from years ago. The mayor said it wasn’t used for the longest of times and could use a coat of fresh paint. “I have to say, it’s quite unfortunate.” he walked in the small building. “They just announced putting it up for rent yesterday. If they did that any sooner, I could’ve given it to you Miss L/n.”

“Why not just give it to her now?” Amy asked. “Well…we already started construction on the house and have already lost way too much money to just cancel the whole project, so…”

“It’s fine.” You reply, taking a few cleaning supplies from outside. “I’m just happy to have somewhere to live. Anyway, let’s get started on cleaning—“

“Ah ah ah!” Amy takes away the supplies from your hand. “You go rest. I’ll take care of this.” You frown a bit, getting a grip of the broom and making her listen. “Why? Do you…think I won’t be helpful?” you’ll admit, you were a bit stressed for the answer. You didn’t like feeling useless. You didn’t like feeling pathetic all over again. Amy has done much for you, you didn’t want her to think you’re a burden. You didn’t want to be a burden.

Amy was silent, scared on how to answer. She can’t let you see her in a bossy mood. Something she usually is while trying to work with others. Others found it annoying, what if you do to? She looks into your eyes, the worry seemed endless. The unspoken silence made you both frown and feel uncomfortable. For you, the answer was obvious. She did think you were useless.

“Well, this is awkward to watch.” Fink suddenly spoke. He clear his throat and puts the keys on the counter. He fixes up his coat a bit and starts walking away. “Just don’t forget to pay for it every once a month. Ehh” he gives you two an awkward stare, seeing how you both still looked sad and puzzled. “….yeah…bye.”

“I don’t think you’re useless.” Amy speaks through the silence. She’s looking anywhere but your gaze. “I just didn’t want to bother you. That’s all.” That’s half the truth, but she’s sure that’s enough to say. “It won’t be a bother for me.” Your tone was determined, reassuring. “I want to help you Amy. It was my idea after all.” She contemplates for a bit, but gives in and sighs. “Fine. You can help.”

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From cleaning the whole place in one day, from taste testing food for on the next, which was the best part of the whole thing, you started helping Amy much more than she anticipated. Amy decided that the restaurant will serve sandwiches in different varieties and a signature sauce, which was called the Amy sauce. It was a pink neon colored sauce and its taste had a balanced sweetness to it while having a ting of tomatoes in it. It looked more like liquid than sauce too. Drinks will also be served, going from the basic lemonade to a signature Amy special that was basically a pink lemonade with strawberries in it.

Next was the staff, you volunteered to help of course, but more staff was needed in order for it to be ‘better than Dave the Intern could ever imagine’ as Amy said. Thankfully, the gang had nothing better to do at all, so they agreed to help Amy with the restaurant and by tomorrow, everything will be ready for the opening of Chez Amy!

“You know,” right now, everything was quite peaceful. The village was nicely quiet and the sign that would be put outside was coming along nicely. You were doodling a sketch of Amy on the side with the pink and cream chalk while Sonic was going to write down Chez Amy and today- well actually tomorrow-‘s special with the white and yellow one. “Eggman’s been awfully quiet.” He starts on scribbling the words down slowly, as if making sure no mess ups happen. “Hasn’t he attacked two weeks ago?”

“Yeah, he did, but—“Sonic was in deep thought, and his posture looked confused and uncomfortable. “He always attacks every two days. That’s the limit. Two weeks gave already passed from his last attack…” he starts staring at a mountain. “....I wonder what he’s planning.”

“Maybe he’s just tired.” He scoffs at that. “Eggman? Tired of being evil?” he laughs a bunch, completely ignoring his task at this point. “Like that’ll ever happen.” You tilt your head in curiosity. “Does he like attacking that much?”

“I don’t really know.” Sonic shrugs. “But if I had to guess, I’d say it’s not the attacking he likes, but it’s the fighting instead.”

“The guy just really likes being evil.” Sonic finally goes back to his work. Writing the ‘M’ in the most appealing way possible. “At least he’s doing what he likes most.” You hummed and Sonic got curious. “Say, have you thought of any jobs yet?”

“I have one in mind,” one you went to a way too expensive school for. One you truly do love doing, but its number two in the list of things you wanted to be. The number one is obvious. “After Amy’s restaurant kicks off, I’ll leave and try to find some work in a pet shop.”

“You like animals?” you nodded at that. “I’m actually a vet.”

“Whoa, really?” Sonic was shocked. You didn’t really seem like the type to be a vet— actually, now that he thinks about it, he really barely knows a thing about you to guess anything. He didn’t expect you to throw a rock at Eggman, but you did. He didn’t expect you be a vet and possibly an animal lover, but you are. He found himself rather curious about you, the human girl who got stranded in an Island with only one human and a whole other species in it.

“What’s your favorite animal?” he asked and you excitedly answered. “What are yours?” you asked back. With a grin, he gives a cheeky answer. “Hedgehogs.” You giggled, giving him a playful punch in the shoulder. “Do you like chili dogs?”

Thinking a bit, you gave a surprised hum. “Actually, I don’t think I ever had one.” All movements of his fingers stopped, his eyes went wide, horrified by the unreal news. ”you. Never. Had. A. CHILI DOG?!”

“Uh…nope.”

“Seriously?!” he gasped. “Not even once?!”

“Not even once.”

“Your life must be miserable!” he stresses out. “No no no- not friend of mine is gonna be left out from this masterpiece experience.” He suddenly gets up and dust offs his gloves. “Let’s take a break and—“

“SONIC T.HEDDGEHOG,” all hell seemed break loose. You both flinched from the sudden scream and looked back at its source, an angry pink hedgehog just a few thirty feet away with the yellow fox, holding millions of grocery bags in hand.” YOU BETTER NOT DITCH YOUR JOB!” Amy screamed. “YOU PROMISED TO DO ALL THE TASKS I GAVE YOU BY 10 O CLOCK! AND YOU’RE STILL ON THE FIRST TASK!”

Sonic gives a scared laugh and looks at you sheepishly. “Heh…guess it just has to wait.”

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“Alright everyone, present your spatulas!” standing in a line, you all do as your pink hedgehog boss tells you. She walks down to each and every one of you, all were wearing hats with Chez Amy’s logo on it, all except Sonic, who said it’d ruin his street cred and pride.

“Sticks, that’s not a spatula and you know it.” Sticks sighs and begrudgingly puts the boomerang away and takes out her spatula. “We’re going to show the customers something that they always wanted! Good customer service and a welcoming environment! And our motto is…” she comes to a halt in her walk and thinks for a bit. Suddenly, she turns around to the crowds of people who were merely a few feet away, walking down to meh burger without a care. “At least we know what you ordered!”

“Come on in to Chez Amy for a brand new and better experience!” she shouts. People’s head turns around in an instant and they all look at the place in awe. Within a blink, a tsunami of crowds go through the door and you’re all left a bit flabbergasted by the sudden wave. “Come on! Let’s get there orders quickly!”

“You heard the boss, let’s go!” Sonic zooms in as quickly as a light. You all soon followed and worked to bring the best experience or at least, a better experience than the horrible one Meh Burger was giving. A few hours in and work was already going extremely well. Everyone was leaving satisfied and new customers coming in more excited than the last. Sonic was writing down the orders, you were cleaning the tables and washing the dishes while Sticks and Knuckles serve the food and Tails and Amy serve the drinks.

The atmosphere was fun, everyone seemed to get accustomed to your presence and everyone seemed to enjoy the food, and especially the signature Amy sauce and drinks. With more hours passed by, the more you noticed how Amy was bossy to the others but very stiff with you. As if she was trying to stop herself from being that way around you. It gets more awkward with every passing minute and at this point, everyone is noticing it. “Hey, Sonic,” you tapped the blue blur’s shoulder, grabbing his attention as he slides another paper filled with orders to the kitchen. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He shrugs. Not really paying attention to the conversation as he takes the mop and starts cleaning the ground quickly in super speed. You looked down the ground in sadness and worry. Giving a glance to Amy, you see her being bossy around the others and Tails gave a remark. One that made her grumble and roll her eyes and give him a playful punch on the shoulder. She seemed happy, she seemed comfortable. “Am I…a bother to Amy?” the mop almost fell from his hands. “What—“his attention finally shifts to you. “What makes you say that?”

“Well— she just acts so different around me!” you take the mop from him and start cleaning up the dirty spots instead… “And she seems so comfortable around you guys! And it’s not like ‘oh it’s just normal unfamiliarity vibes’ it’s more like—” With every word you were saying, your pace seemed to quicken ” ‘ there’s a gigantic invisible wall she created between us for weeks now and its getting bigger and bigger while showing more concerning cracks and I don’t know what to do anymore I want to be her friend but if she doesn’t want me being her friend than that’s okay but I wish she would just tell me because I’m so confused now and she’s being weird when I wanna help her but she doesn’t want me helping but I really don’t know why and it’s making everything awkward now and—“

“okayyy slow down!” he takes the mop away from you. The poor thing was dry from all the soaked up water it had. Sonic uses his super speed and brings up a ‘wet floor’ sign on the spot you cleaned and puts the mop away. “First of all,” he sits you down on one of the empty chairs. “Amy doesn’t hate you. If she did, she wouldn’t have been that okay with you helping. She’s not uncomfortable with you being around either she’ just….yeah she’s uncomfortable.” Your eye widened, worry and guilt take over you. Sonic soon puts a comforting hand in your shoulder. “But not in the way you think!” you looked at him with a rose brow. “She isn’t uncomfortable because she doesn’t want to be friends with you…she’s uncomfortable because she wants you to think she’s the best and be friends with her at the same time.”

“She doesn’t want you to see her flaws.” He concludes and gives a comforting oat on your shoulder.

“Sonic! I need more Amy sauce at table six!”

“On it!” Sonic stands up and gives you a nod before leaving you alone. The info dump was not something you expected. But it wasn’t unwelcomed either. Although your mind was at ease on finally knowing what’s going on, you still felt a bit sad about it all. How the hell were you going to get through to her? You’ve been trying to show her you can be her friend and help her out for weeks now. She just doesn’t seem to budge.

“Tails! Take out the trash.” Amy shouts while giving a table their order. “kinda busy right now!” the fox shouts back, eyes focused on the broken blender. “But everyone else is busy too!” she panics a bit. “If we don’t take the trash out now the smell is going to be all over the place and—“

“I’ll do it.” You didn’t even wait for her to agree, you swiftly took the bags and them up, holding the heavy garbage and walking your way through the backdoor exits in the kitchen. “W-wait but—“

“No buts Amy!” you give her a smile. “I’m a part of the staff too. I gotta help out.”

Walking down the path to the nearest garbage bin has never been this adventurous.

While on your way back to the place, you heard a whimper. Quickly turning around to its direction, you notice a dog in pain. It’s owner, which was a grey bunny with a few small spots of white fur around her body, one noticeably on her eye as well, looked at the poor dog in worry. She seemed to be inspecting his eyes, you soon noticed her gasp.

“Oh my god! It’s all swelled up!” the dog whimpers a bit again and looks away. Its eyes kept blinking and squinting, making tears come down from the swollen eye. With a quick, determined feeling rushing through you, you walk down to the two and start to speak. “Hey there,” the bunny seemed shocked by your presence. “I’m a vet, I can help!” you looked down at the dog, then glanced at the bunny again. “May I?”

She was still shocked by your last statement. As if the world around her shifted. Finally noticing your patiently waiting figure, she nods her head excitedly. “Y-yes of course! Go on!” Looking at the dog, you could immediately notice the problem. The Chow Chow’s left eye was all red and swollen. Humming a bit, you looked at the owner again. “I don’t have a place so I can examine him… nor do I know if this place has any medicine’s for animals…is he allergic to anything?”

“No, not really. Not that I’ve seen at least.” You looked at the poor dog in sympathy. You really need to start working here soon. “Alright, I suggest going to your usual vet then, I don’t have much information about cutie over here to give anything to him. I can only give some homemade remedies that might help.”

“Please do!” the girl begged. “You’re the first vet I met in ages! The village hasn’t had one for the longest of times!” what??? Huh??? Did you hear that right?? Well, that’s…interesting. Ignoring your shocked thoughts, you nod once again and tell her all the remedies she could try at home. You told her to go home immediately, the cute Chow Chow needed to be treated quickly. And if those remedies didn’t work after a day, she’ll come to you immediately and you’ll both find a place where you can do an actual examination on him.

Going back, you suddenly heard a loud gramophone voice only a few steps away from you, looking around, you noticed that it’s from none other than Meh Burger. “Step right up to experience the all new drive through feature in Meh Burger.”

Merely a few seconds after that and crowds from Chez Amy and other shops around you sprint to the place. Amy came out of the restaurant with a mad grumble and a messy hair and hat, which was probably because of the quick uncaring sprints from everyone second prior. “NONE OF YOU HAVE CARS!!!” she screamed, but everyone ignored.

“It’s okay Amy,” Tails tried to comfort. “It’s just a stupid gimmick. People will get over it quickly.” Amy took a deep breath and fixed herself up. “You’re right Tails,” she smiled. “People will get over it soon when I show them my stupid gimmick!”

Tails gave a slight panicked expression. “That’s not what I meant! “All fell on deaf ears as Amy walked to the rivaling restaurant.

“Hey everyone!” all attention shifted from Dave to Amy. “I am announcing that from here on out, every customer will have an exclusive Chez Amy…err—“she looks around the ground and picks up a rock. “Magic fun lump!” The crown goes wild and sprints right into the restaurant again.

‘Magic Fun Lump’ or what it is usually known for, a rock, has been something you started to really fucking hate. Rocks should never be given as a gift, especially to children. Children especially at the age of six to eleven, are the cruelest little gremlins on earth and their mischief was bright as ever today.

Rocks, actual goddamn hard rocks were being thrown at all of you. No child was giving mercy and no parent was stopping them! Worst part was, Amy wasn’t stopping it either. She was too caught up trying to make the customers stay to notice any of the problems. She was becoming way bossier to the others too. And this time, it definitely wasn’t just because it was her personality. Things were seriously going out of hand with the amount of daily customers, the amount of rocks being thrown and the constant stress Amy was giving everyone was putting them on edge.

Cleaning up the windows, you noticed the infamous Dave the Intern starting up some sort of big toy gun. The shape reminded you of one Jacob used to have, but this time ten times bigger. The giant gun had a burger logo attached to the gun, which made you all the more curious on how it worked. Soon, Dave pulls the trigger and aims at one of the villagers close by. A burger fell right in their opened mouth. “What the fuck?” you gasped. He could’ve don’t literally anything else, but choose the most insane option instead. Shocking part of it all, was how much people genuinely enjoyed it. They all sprinted to the boy and starting asking for a shot of burger in their mouth as well. Soon, someone came in Chez Amy and announced the exciting news and everyone got up from their seats and left.

Amy was silent, too silent. She soon started stomping down to the kitchen with infinite mumbles about revenge. You wanted to go comfort her, but Sticks hand on your shoulder and shook on her head told you everything. It’s best to let her get it all out of her system.

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Oh man, you really should’ve interfered.

You all stared at the blackboard in front of you in pure silence. Horrified, concerned, silence. Amy started explaining every little detail in her plan. Something about a full on tactic to get the customer’s food right into their stomach, which made absolutely no sense at all. Sonic was the first to try and stop her. “Ames, this is getting way out of hand.” He crosses his arms. “You’ve lost complete sight on why you were doing this in the first place.

Amy turned around quickly and brought in the most unhinged tone you’ve heard from her. “I’m doing this because ruin Dave the Intern’s career.” She grits her teeth.” To show him what the customers wants from a restaurant! You don’t have to know what they want, oh no no no. you have to know what the need and I do! Decent food, a clean place AND A WARM. HAPPY. WELCOMING SMILE!”

“…”

“This is nuts.” Sticks breaks the silence. Sonic motions to her and gives a look of agreement. Soon, everyone leaves the place and you were left with a silently angry Amy.

Sticks is right, this has gone out of hand. But you couldn’t help but feel bad for Amy. Were her goals now way out of hand? Yes, absolutely. But can you leave? Nope. Not at all. You’d feel horrible. After everything Amy has done for you, why would you leave? And anyway, you wanted to become her friend, so maybe gently telling her to please stop this and get some rest would help.

“Hey Amy…” you gently give her a tap on the shoulder. She ignored your voice and started planning away on the board. “I think you should take some rest...you know…this is getting way out of hand.” Amy stood silent for a few moments. “So you agree with them?” you tilt your head at that. “What do you mean?”

“Do you think I’m annoying?” she grips her ruler tightly. “Do you think I’m not doing what’s right? Do you think my idea for a general good will intended want of just believing that the customer deserve respect and good food is bad? That it’s stupid?!”

“What?! No! Of course not! I just—“

“goddamnit Y/n!” you flinched at that tone. Your blood freezing as the familiar words echoed through your brain. “Why can’t you just let me be the best host I can be for you?! a proper lady needs to let her host have fun, relax as much as they can and not interfere with personal matters and you’re making that so hard to do!” she shrieks. Her head stressing out from all the pressure. “Why do you have to be so useless in this?! Just be a guest! Act happy and don’t interfere!”

An uncomfortable silence took over the room. You felt an uncomfortable déjà vu from the whole thing. You felt bad, you felt hurt. You looked at her with a guilty frown. “I’m sorry. I really am.” Amy’s expression faltered. “I just…” you shook your head and gave a sad scoff. “ I don’t know anymore.” Your eyes seemed dazed, in memory land. Before Amy could utter another word, you gave a shaky smile. “I’ll leave now…I won’t be in your way again. I promise.” You slowly grabbed your hat and put it down on one of the tables. With a sigh, you left the place and Amy to her plans.

“goddamnit Y/n!” your mom screamed. Looking at broken vase with the most maddening of glares. “Why can’t you just be normal?! I told you to stop running around so much!” you looked away in guilt, hands clutching the fabric of your clothes out of shame. The day was a very stressful one for your mom. She came back from work exhausted and frustrated with some project that wasn’t going well. Rather than taking it out healthily by talking to others, or taking a proper break and telling your dad to make dinner instead, she simply puts it all up in a bottle safe within her heart and kept working. Working till she passed out. At times like this, even the smallest things would irk her. And most of the time, all those small things were just by your extreme excitement over your hobbies, which she really disliked.

“This isn’t some old ancient ruin or a forest! You shouldn’t be running around like a madman.” She bites her lip in frustration. She takes a deep breath and rubs her temples. “I-I’m sorry, mom.” You said in a shaky tone. “I-it was an accident. I was just excited.”

“Over what?” she scoffed. “Don’t tell me,” she suddenly groans. “Was it over that stupid book of yours?” you looked away in shame, which gave her all the answers she needed. “Ugh, seriously Y/n, these books have a horrible effect on you. They’re making you go wild.” They were making you happy, they were making you feel excited. Was that such a bad thing?

On the very same night, after you came back from the shower, you noticed your book missing. After drying up, you went down to search for it and went completely speechless. The book was ripped to shreds and put into the garbage can. Staring at it, as if it was a murder scene, you felt a shiver of cold run through your back as your mother’s hands were placed on your shoulders. “There,” she gave a smile. “Now you won’t go so wild anymore.” Tears slipped from your eyes as you stared at the book you spent so long waiting for, so long ranting about and so long asking the library staff for its publishing and shipping dates. “Oh come on! Don’t cry! I did you a favor.” Her reassuring voice felt like venom through your ears. She gave your shoulders a tight squeeze. “Now you’ll stop acting so useless.”

It’s been two days. You haven’t left your room at all until Amy was working and slipped back into the room when she came back. No words were spoken, no one has seen the other, but both were well aware of their presence. You didn’t really talk much to the rest, either. Today Tails did offer to hang out a bit with the gang at the beach, but you politely refused. not really feeling up to socializing after everything that happened.

You didn’t want your relationship with Amy to be like this, but you didn’t want to forget about this like it was nothing either. You believe she should apologize, not only to you, but to everyone else as well. That day she went nuts, nuts enough to scream about who she really sees you as. A guest. A guest who’s not doing their role as one.

From the news, you got the latest scoop of the two fighting restaurants. For the first day after everyone left, Eggman announced his cooperation with the restaurant and on today he attacked and Chez Amy officially closed down. Whether his intentions were evil from the start or not, was something you’ll probably never get to know. Definitely not with how cold your relationship with Amy has gotten.

With a sigh, you turned off the TV. You didn’t really feel like sleeping. Too much was on your mind. The sound of waves soared through your ears, and you found yourself entranced by its melody yet again. You walked out of the house and sat in the sandy beach. All your toes were feeling the strange, yet familiar, texture of sand and your pajamas weren’t giving you much warmth. But you didn’t care. You sat down anyway and looked at the Blue Ocean and starry sky and how they molded with each other perfectly. As if they were meant to be. A few minutes in and you were already in a hypnotized state. Thoughts and memories kept showing up, your eyes were paying attention to the waves like it was the only thing that mattered. you didn’t care one bit about all the time that has past and the air that was becoming increasingly chillier.

“You could get a cold, you know.”

Amy’s voice made you flinch. You felt a blanket suddenly get thrown on your shoulders. Slowly, you take the blanket and wrap it around yourself in silence. Amy gazes to the ocean and sighs. She sits down next to you.

A brief moment passes by with only the ocean’s wave singing. “I’m sorry.” she said firmly. You finally, after two whole days, look at her. She seemed puzzled and ashamed. Embarrassed by her own actions. “I shouldn’t have treated you that way. I shouldn’t have said those untrue things about you.”

Your turn your head around to the sand. Seeing how the small seashells kept getting in the sea then out. “I don’t want you to see me as a guest.” You speak up. “I want you to see me as your roommate, your friend. I’m not your guest and you’re not my host. If you don’t want me as a friend—“

“I do want you as a friend!”

You swiftly turn your head around to her. “Then why are you so hesitant anytime I try to bond with you?” she stayed silent as that. You frowned and looked away.

“I’m hesitant…because I’m scared.” Amy fiddled with a seashell covered in sand. “I’m scarred that you’ll hate me.” Your eyed widen a bit and you look at her in pure shock. “Why would I hate you?!”

“I don’t know!” she freaks out a bit. “I’m bossy, I’m annoying and I have way too many hobbies. And you- you just seem so happy and okay with the me I show you as a host and…I don’t want that cool image of me gone away.” She doesn’t meet your stare, not one bit.

“Amy…I would never think that badly of you.” your tone was firm, honest. You out a hand on her shoulder. “Heck, anytime I get to know you even a little bit better, I think you’re cooler than before! You don’t have to feel so distant with me. You don’t have to feel I have some sort of expectations for you as a host, because frankly, I don’t.”

“I just want to be your friend.”

Amy looks at you and takes a deep breath. Her posture softens and a small smile gets put on her lips.

“Alright then, let’s be friends.”

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THIS TOOK TOO LONG AND IM IN PAIN. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH LISTEN GUYS THIS TOOK THE WHOLE DAY FOR ME TO WRITE SO IM NOT GOONA PROOFREAD IT FOR NOW I HOPE YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAY OKAY ANYWAY-

Edit: it has been proof read! Some minor things have been edited!

I decided to update because after this, I might not update for a long time due to midterms and exams starting up. I don’t want fail and don’t wanna overwork myself so yeah- updates on this might not come until a month or so.

Writing Amy like this was a struggle, especially with the shouting part. I didn’t want to paint her in such a bad light but it was needed for the plot to progress in the future. I’m so sorry Amy T_T

Watched Sonic 2 and I AM IN LOVE. I loved everything about the movie. It was so fun, it delivered a well-written knuckles and gave us the most groundbreaking of post-credit scenes. The way I jumped and screamed was concerning to many.

Alrighty question time! How do you feel about Amy now? How do you think about Y/n’s mother?

So yeah, thank you all for reading and I’ll see you all right after my exams! I love you all so so much!! Bye!! <333

#sonic #sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog #sonic boom #amy rose #knuckles the echidna #eggman #tails #ivo robotnik #exams are pain #i feel dead rn #send help

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Can I get some SFW and nsfw modern day Kaeya and Diluc stuff? Ty ty!

Damn I hadn't even thought about ModernAU Genshin before lol should be interesting- lesgoooo~

Side note- Genshin refuses to make actual sense of any of the ages of its characters, so I'm going with, like... mid-20's, semi-recently out of college for these two.

Kaeya, Diluc x GN Reader - ModernAU! headcanons

SFW (nsfw below the cut)

Kaeya:

- He's in law school, and has a real knack for discovering hilarious and exploitable legal loopholes. It's also a field that suits him for a number of reasons- it makes use of his infectious natural charm, and keeps him entertained with the 'stories' you happen upon working with people's legal and personal problems. He's also the best dressed in any of his classes, and in any given courtroom. Those who know luxury clothing when they see it can't help incredulously wondering how he affords his wardrobe while still technically a student.

- Kaeya is such a shitposter. He habitually 'likes' any and everything you post on any and all social media platforms- but he'll also comment "mmm who's that sexy thing" beneath the most innocuous images of you. He sends you dumb memes at concerning hours of the night- frequently while intoxicated, and especially when you've had a stressful day.

- As a partner, Kaeya is surprisingly loyal. His friends (and yours) will joke about him being a total slut, how you must have to keep him on such a short leash. He doesn't take offense to this though, and in a way, he gets a kick out of being perceived this way. But in truth, since he's been with you, he's never once considered anyone else. When you're alone together, there's a warmth in his gaze and a gentleness to his touch that no one else has ever seen.

- Everywhere Kaeya goes, he seems to "know a guy." He's always got an in- and an elaborate story of how he met this person and why they're, frankly, worryingly open to doing him favors. It's rare that a date with Kaeya goes by without you being offered free drinks, free desserts, a better seat at a restaurant or theatre, etc. Generally, when pressed, he'll wave a hand and say, "Babe come on, you know me- I just love making friends." Though you've heard whispers that some of his "friends" are just people who can't afford to be on his bad side.

Diluc:

- Was on track to become a police officer for some time, but it took barely a month from completing his training for him to become entirely disillusioned with the entire system. He quit (bluntly and forcefully, I might add) and now works as a P.I. His quietly thoughtful and serious nature puts clients at ease while allowing him to examine each case efficiently and effectively. I also figure we'd still carry over the "bartending at night" angle from the games- it's a great way to network and gain intel while undercover.

- His phone is basically a device for work, the news, and sometimes for contacting you, and absolutely nothing else. He hates the constant noise of social media, and refuses to jump on trends when things move too fast to get meaningfully invested in anything. Still, while he tries to angle his screen so you won't see it, he has set a picture of you as his wallpaper.

- Diluc loves the quiet, domestic side of your relationship. He treasures things like cooking together, cuddling on the couch with a movie, or even working on chores and projects together. He comes from money (though he doesn't talk about it much), so the more down to earth life that he's made with you is precious to him, and he appreciates all of the little moments that reaffirm your bond. That said, he does have an excellent memory for things like birthdays, anniversaries and such, and he is not shy about spending some cash on such occasions.

- Your friends all think he's super hot (and they're right), but are also a bit intimidated by him. Once, you tried showing them a sweet message he sent you drowning in heart emojis and they insisted that couldn't be him. Now there's a running joke in your friend group about your secret side-guy who leaves you nice voicemails when you've had a bad day and has flowers sent to your work- since they're convinced someone as serious and put-together as Diluc couldn't be your incredibly affectionate boyfriend.

NSFW 18+ v

Kaeya:

- Kaeya loves showing you off, especially in an outfit he bought just for you. It seriously turns him on to watch you over a nice dinner out wearing something a bit risque that he selected for you, noting the appreciative glances in your direction from others nearby, and knowing that you're his. The way his line of sight wanders your body all night makes it exceedingly clear that he can't wait to tear that lovely outfit off of you when he has you alone.

- Definitely the adventurous and experimental sort when it comes to kink, and he especially enjoys a bit of exhibitionism or semi-public fooling around. During a similar date night, with you looking so positively delicious across the table, he'll watch with a wolfish smirk as you squirm from the vibrations of a toy he pushed inside of you earlier that evening. He reclines in his seat and levels his gaze on you, saying, "My, darling, are you feeling alright? You look a bit flushed..." as his hand fiddles with the toy's remote. Then, once he gets you home or- even better -to a hotel, he'll press you against the window as he fucks you into panting, mindless bliss. Sometimes he doesn't even want to wait that long, and he'll find somewhere to park his car and fuck you in his back seat

- Kaeya has sending dick pics and lewd selfies down to an art. Seriously, his pictures are beautiful- of course helped by the fact that his body is gorgeous as well. Naturally, he loves to receive erotic images of you as well, and will save each and every one of them for "later use." If you're into it, he'll gladly send you a video of himself stroking his cock just for you, while describing every filthy thing he imagines doing to you in explicit detail.

Diluc:

- Generally speaking, Diluc wants to wine and dine you before the spicy business. He's a romantic at heart, and he wants you to know that he adores every part of you- and your body just happens to be one item on that list. He's not as obvious with his desires as some, but lingering gazes across the dinner table, or a hand at the small of your back trailing around your waist, all make his intentions clear. There's no doubt your lovely evening together will end with his strong body pressing you against his matress, his lips at your throat and your thighs clinging around his hips.

- He's generally fairly private about his sex life- not shy, per say, but insistent that your mutual pleasure is something for only the two of you. He's also not likely to sext or send lewd photos unless you really, really want them (and he's kind of adorably awkward about it at first even if he does try for you)- but if you tease him by sending him something naughty, his mind short circuits. His face burns crimson and he stops whatever he was doing and just stares at your beautiful body on the screen, as though he can already feel you in his hands.

- Diluc is a busy man, so there's likely to be stretches when the time and energy for sex simply isn't there. But once he's wrapped up a case and he finally has some time to breathe, you can bet he'll lift you into his arms and carry you to the bedroom the first chance he gets. You might even start to suspect that it's a way for him to vent his work stress when his thick cock pounds into you so nice and steady and deep- but you're certainly not about to complain, especially when you've been without him for so long.

#genshin impact #modern au #kaeya #diluc #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #fluff and smut #genshin impact headcanons #genshin not sfw

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madametrashbin · 3 years

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Blissful Relief

Modern Day life is stressful (no one can tell me otherwise), and as someone who will practically deflate upon suddenly having nothing to do and nothing important going on in the future (because being isekai'd means all regular world plans for life are cancelled), I will not hesitate to sleep like the dead because I'm not on a tight schedule now.

(Two posts in a Day?? What have I become?!)

A.K.A, I make an excuse to write a Lazy Nocturnal God!Darling who will abuse the cult pampering system... because that is what I would do without hesitation when I’m free from Modern Day duties that eat away at my health and sanity bit by bit with every hour I spend working like a mindless zombie from dawn to dusk, juggling home life that is filled with bothersome troubles that never change.

I’m also a night owl, caused by both insomnia and because it is the quietest hour that I cannot help but want to relish in since my life is filled with so much loud noise it gives me daily migraines... but of course, habits are formed from repetition and I will always wake up at 4-6am like a dumbass thus suffer the consequences the next morning.

Uhh... and I guess there might be OOC stuff?? Characterization who? Also Self-Indulgent again?? Super Self-Indulgent??? Letmeenjoysleepingandbeinganocturnalcreatureplease--

Morning tends to consist of Zhongli coming into your room, leaving the tray of breakfast he prepared on the coffee table near the sofa in your room before he walks over to kneel beside the bed where you're happily dozing off on, a hand moving to gently rest on the small of your back to rub small circles with his thumb. He’s softly smiling the whole time, looking at you with such adoration and fondness with how relaxed you were. As much as he wants to let you sleep in, he knows what would happen if a mortal body doesn’t move that much on a daily basis.

He'll try get you to wake up without being too loud, and if you ask for affection (kisses in particular, because I’m an affection and touch starved bastard), he will give it to you without hesitation and pepper your face in adoring kisses before carrying you off to the sofa so you could eat. He will feed you himself if you’re still too sluggish.

Will also put you in his lap if you’re nodding off, mostly to prevent you from hurting yourself (and because he enjoys the close proximity, if you allow it).

On rare occasions, Childe will be the one to wake you up in the morning instead whenever Zhongli is busy, letting you snuggle in bed a while longer if you want a few extra minutes before smothering you in his affections as he whisks you off from bed to get ready for the day and drop you off in the kitchen where breakfast is waiting on the table.

He will feed you himself if you're still drowsy, looking at you while cooing as though you are the most precious little thing this world has ever given life to (and to be fair, you are the most precious person to him with his family).

Will give you more cheek kisses if you’re still half-asleep, or in-between spoonfuls as a way to let you know you’re doing great... and because why not. It’s a rare moment to have, since Zhongli does hog a lot of your time.

Noon/Afternoon usually has Venti to keep watch over you if you ever choose to nap somewhere random around the teapot outdoors, or somewhere out in the wilds of Teyvat where the weather is just right and the surroundings are generally quiet. If you were outside of the teapot, you’d also have either Kaeya, Xiao or Kazuha to accompany the two of you depending on where you are for extra protection (per Zhongli’s safety precaution).

Venti will hum a song, and maybe strum a calming tune while you nap, happily basking in the gentle breeze and warm sunlight as the day goes by in a very peaceful and quiet manner. If lunch time comes around, he’ll try to wake you up as gently as possible, but finds it difficult to disturb you when you look so comfortable and peaceful right now. (And usually, this has you missing out on lunch if Zhongli is too busy to check up on you. Don't worry though, he'll make sure the packed lunch is empty before the old man drops by and that you did eat something.)

Kaeya will take the chance to cuddle with you, usually keeping you between his legs while you're using his chest as a pillow as your head is tucked in the crook of his neck. He's going to keep a loose hold on you, arms wrapped around your waist while occasionally shifting in case you're uncomfortable. He's smiling the whole time because you're so cute when you sleep like this. (Will occasionally give you kisses on the crown of your head if you don't mind it. Man wants to spoil you with so much love if you allow him to.)

Xiao is 100% attentive to all things in the surrounding, wanting to keep you safe from all potential dangers and will not relax while you're in such a vulnerable state. He will, however, melt when you sleepily call for his name while lazily reaching for him in such a lazy, but cute manner. Just like that, he's right by your side, asking for whatever you need. He's still on guard, but whatever you need, he will be there to provide... kisses and snuggles included, even if he’s struggling to be open about it.

Kazuha would be smiling serenely, occasionally brushing the hair off your face if it gets in the way of giving you proper sleep. He would take care of problems that may arise before it reaches you, and if you ever have trouble trying to be comfortable, he’ll let you lay your head on his lap while he gently pets your head in such a soothing manner that the nap turns into full on sleep... his legs might go numb, but he just couldn’t wake you up when you looked so peaceful sleeping right there.

Sayu will always accompany you when you’re in Inazuma, mostly because she could find an excuse to sleep with you around when you are getting ready to nap. She’ll be quick to defend you though, because if you get hurt, she’ll lose that excuse and she’ll struggle to find peace to sleep for a while without having people tailing after her.

Dusk/Evening you’re decently awake (or rather, barely awake), Zhongli’s not letting you sleep anymore until later into the night. Ei would keep you company, the time when it’s not so busy for her as things settle down and allow her to spend time with you. She’s honestly just internally squealing when you end up holding onto her hand or sleeve if you’re too groggy to walk by yourself and properly guide your own feet.

Sometimes the Kamisato Clan would be the ones to accompany you, per Ei/Raiden Shogun’s orders. Ayaka used to be on-guard (because how did someone who was barely standing on their own two feet turn the Raiden Shogun into some excitable puppy??) when she first met you, but she got over it after realizing you��re not a bad person after spending enough time with you to see it.

Thoma sometimes coddles you, knowing well enough that you were just tired from the stress of the daily life you used to have when you told him once during a day when he was left to take care of you... He does his best to make sure you were enjoying yourself in the city, keeping a watchful eye in case you’d trip on your own feet.

On rare occasions when even the Kamisato Clan is busy, Kujou Sara would be the one to care for you... as foreign as it was in the beginning, because you’re so idle and pretty sluggish most of the time, but she grew to find these times relaxing. Of course, she is ever watchful for all problems, and when you were awake enough, would be helpful with your foreknowledge if you do remember everything well enough.

When Night falls upon Teyvat, you are fully awake, if only for a while until you grow exhausted again. In these moments, they would all try to spend time with you and gain more of your attention... but aside from that, you would often take strolls on Watatsumi Island, if only because you do sincerely enjoy the scenery the island had during the night... but other times, you would either take a stroll at Starsnatch Cliff or Qingce Village.

Kokomi would be with you, walking alongside you while she admires the sight of your relaxed, fully awake expressions that mostly appears at night. She would keep each of these moments to her heart, knowing that if her God loved Watatsumi as it is, then all her efforts into protecting it was worth it... plus, there was something nice just knowing a God like you enjoying the natural sight of her home while taking a nightly stroll.

Gorou trails behind you like a puppy, basking in the attention you give him and will always be ready to defend you. When you talk, he is absolutely silent, wanting to hear your voice in its more clearer form. He will not be happy if someone interrupts you, definitely will snarl at them if you don’t keep him in check... but aside from that, he will stick close to your side while you’re at Watatsumi Island as your guard with Kokomi.

Diluc will be by your side during the night when you’re in Mondstadt, always looking away when your gaze is directed towards him but otherwise would observe you closely... since he often sees you when you weren’t fully awake. He enjoys seeing this side of you more, and while he does find your sleepy self to be adorable, he likes knowing that you’re aware of everything... It gives him a peace of mind when you do acknowledge his efforts.

Midnight rings clear into the night, the clarity of your mind would return into its sleepy state. You would return back to the Teapot and get ready for bed, tucked in comfortably by one of your acolytes before you slumber until morning rises once more and repeat your day... Sometimes, if you’ve relaxed enough, you might be fully awake for the whole day.

Of course, that is a rare moment that might not always happen, but if you were truly awake for a whole day, none of your acolytes are going to miss this chance and might fight to have your full attention if you don’t give them the satisfactory amount, unless you put your foot down and make sure they behave.

Aside from that, your cult will always be there for you, ready to take care of you and give you all the affection you want.

#self aware genshin #yandere genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #I don't know how to self-care #I'll just give myself this and share it to everyone #*wheezes from stress*#I should sleep #but brain got 50+ ideas #skjsksjksjskj #I had this in my drafts since the Greeting post lmao #Finally done with this #Even if I don't really like how it ended #But brain is dead so this is all I can do for now #Not going to revise this

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