#oh!did you get yourself a cup of hot cocoa? you better

[faeirnike]

Green :] :)

[suguru-getos]

Could you write a continuation of yandere satosugu where the reader lived and they try everything to help her get better and care for her?

| making up for mistakes | yandere satosugu x reader |

-> continuation of the first part: link 🔗

you had survived the almost suicide attempt you so carefully & yet so carelessly attempted. you were sure you weren’t getting up after this. damn it you made sure to hit your head hard, you could see blanks, you could see stars in your eyes until it all faded to a peaceful nothing-ness.

now, you’re awake again. nothing hurts. you know they must’ve told their friend shoko to aid in your injuries. you feel like you’ve woken up from a long slumber. unwanted as it may be… it does make you feel eerily refreshed. you stretch your limbs from the bed, they’re going to kill you for this. kill you for hampering with their property. oh well — at this point you’re fine with it. what’s it going to do? hurt you. pain is all there is they could ever offer anyways. maybe you can scream out and wish it gets over. that’s all you set your mind to.

you look to the side, the curtains are open and there is a little drizzle of snow. it brings a smile to your face. what if you hadn’t been kidnapped? it would’ve been so fun to hop into one of the lovely cafes you like & order some hot cocoa. put both your hands and wrap them around the ceramic of the hot cup and exhale in utter relaxation of the aroma the sweet cafe has to offer. oh… happy days.

its nauseating what your life is now, wrapping a blanket around yourself and checking down below. you are wearing clothes, decent clothes… not the sultry, slutty ones that satoru forces you to wear. you feel like you could throw up when the reminder occurs again. beaten up like you were nothing but an animal, throwing up in pain and anxiety--

"there we go! princess! awake! oh my god!" satoru comes in and hugs you tightly, his bulky arms wrapping against you, he doesn't let your mind have the time to panic. besides, satoru was... not the one who inflicted you that pain. even though he did nothing about it, in a moment of pure misery, your mind would latch on to him for comfort. "baby- you scared daddy, please don't do that ever again. fuck! i thought i lost you." you could hear the heartbeats on your snow haired man, they were ragged and reminded of the same panic you once bore.

"sorry." your eyes lack all emotions, just a soft murmur escaping you. the haunting realization that you were alive was eating you up. even so, it was your soul that had died. it's the dejected way you answered that makes satoru panic even more. immediately at your knees, leaning against your thighs and mumbling soft apologies, tears wetting your skin. "please baby, I'm so sorry, i should never have let that happen... you did a mistake that's all! you- you- pissed us off." he shakes his head, hugging you tightly.

your hands robotically landed across his hair, caressing. "it's okay, i did wrong, i understand."

your responses were making him nauseous, he hated seeing you in pain, but suguru always says its something that's needed. why is it needed? you're not an animal, are you? the ways with which satoru and suguru try to 'discipline' their toy they are delusional enough to call their lover is insane.

"i got breakfast, little one." now, your heart sinks. you hear the voice of the man who did this to you, mothering, now that his rage is faded into pure, eviscerating guilt. "you have no idea the joy it gives me seeing you awake." suguru hums, and you latch onto satoru, hugging him tightly. satoru's heart skips a beat. this was not the first time you had reached out to him, yet, you did it by your own. it gives him a sick sense of protectiveness. "he wouldn't do anything to ya baby, suguru loves you too." he reminds, looking at a devastated suguru.

"please don't hurt yourself again, angel" suguru hums, leaning in and kissing your forehead. it makes you sick to your stomach, how they treat you right now. you know that whatever you did yielded no results. and they are ever so careful about the same. you're pretty sure you'd have either of them by your side at all times.

"let's go and eat, suguru's made your favorite!" satoru chirps, happily holding you princess-style and going to the dining area. your eyes wandered to the other room on the way, the same room where this all happened, it's making you panic internally. the grotesque reminder of how they treated you. you're about to throw up again.

as soon as satoru puts you down, you run to throw up in disgust, nothing comes out except a few drops of water. your stomach is empty as is. a large, looming hand caresses your back. "I'm sorry, angel. please relax." suguru-- it's suguru...

"i'm sorry." you answered, "i am so sorry." you nodded to get back to the dining area, you should know better than to be with satoru. its not like suguru wouldn't do anything he wants anyways... you'd just like to have some comfort over it.

luckily for you, the breakfast went fine, you were eating quietly, while satoru just observed you. how uncomfortable you looked, the subtle shift in your demeanor. every tiny thing. suguru is essentially doing the same, gazing at your way and observing you. "you look beautiful." suguru comments, and you force a smile from the deepest pits of your psyche. "thank you, suguru."

you know he's ticked off, you need to call them 'daddy' and you're here, addressing them by their first names. sigh... they just have to help you heal, there isn't anything they can do about it really. they pushed you this far, and they should make up for it.

however, as days turn into weeks, satoru and suguru are forced to face the haunting realization that your mental and physical health is worsening. you barely eat, barely talk... you just, stare into the nothingness of empty spaces. satoru has avoided missions to take care of you. he is by your side, sleeps next to you, kisses your forehead, helps you take a shower. while earlier, you tried to at least pretend and work with it. answer however you could, talk to them, fake your smiles, now its nothing. you barely talk.

this time, satoru has a mission to take care of, but suguru is the one who's spending time with you. gently placing you on the bathtub, caressing your forearm, massaging it, decorating it with petals. "there we go little girl, there we go. feels nice?" he coos, and when you don't respond, sighs weakly. he wishes he could at least hear something out of you. when he sees you immersed in auto-pilot, he hums by himself; "yes, yes it is." he has to talk to himself in hopes that its you talking to him. "you know, me and satoru... we were thinking a trip to Italy sounds nice, or maybe Paris.." you used to love travelling, he hopes that would utter out a response from you. NOTHING comes out of you however. that makes suguru's heart break a little, "or maybe, anywhere that you like." he hums, sighing.

"angel?" he asks softly, leaning in and kissing your neck, maybe that would at least earn some leaning back. your resistance...

none.

"talk to me for fucks sake!" suguru snarls, glaring hard at you. you don't even flinch at that, contrary to your earlier flinching and tweaking. a sigh escapes him and then comes bubbling tears. he has truly fucked you up. the haunting realization finally hits him. he can't live with it anymore... it's choking the very fiber of his being.

the rest of the shower passes by in a haze, and suguru is quiet, tears dripping from his face. "what should i do so that you become normal again?" he asks again, pouting and begging with his eyes. no response...

he gets up after tucking you in bed. the dark circles in your eyes are an explicit example of how less you're sleeping. sometimes you wake up with irritating nightmares, screaming and crying. that's the only moment when satoru and suguru are welcomed by your affections.

suguru sighs, he needs to win you this time. or maybe... what's that called? stockholm syndrome?

or maybe, he needs to discuss with satoru about erasing your memory...

or maybe, he needs a curse that can shove your memory off and then they can date you.. from scratch...

either way, they're not leaving you. anytime soon.

[ellabsies]

christmas with abby

a/n: cain here! a short lil oneshot for our girl made by yours truly <3 bro i was supposed to post this yesterday but i got high and sleepy. late but enjoy! v short and sweet. blurb?

contains: fluff. slight angst. implied smut. no outbreak.

you surprised abby first thing in the morning with hot chocolate instead of her usual dark roasted coffee. she took a sip and looked at you with a raised eyebrow, “what’s this?” she asked.

“hot chocolate. i even included whip cream and marshmallows with it. you looked at her with a smile.

“thanks? you know i prefer coffee, though.”

“it’s christmas, abs.”

“yes - they make christmassy flavors, right?”

“well… i didn’t get any! drink your hot chocolate…” you frowned at her. abby shrugged and blew on her cup before taking a sip.

“sorry, baby. i don’t mean to be ungrateful. i appreciate everything you do for me.” she pats the space beside her so you could sit.

you nod. you knew christmas wasn’t everything to her. if you’re honest, you stopped having good christmases yourself years ago. this was only the second christmas you got to spend with her so far. last year she refused to celebrate and you couldn’t do anything but accept it. this year you managed to convince her, wanting to prove to her that christmas would be better with just the two of you. even if you guys didn’t go all out.

“next year, i’ll definitely get some christmas and winter themed creamers, okay? i promise.”

abby hummed, taking another sip of her hot cocoa. “you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

you did, though. you wanted to prove to her that the holidays weren’t so bad as long as you had someone to spend them with. you two had each other now so you wanted to prove her wrong.

“oh! i forgot. i’ll be back.” you jumped up from beside her and headed off into the room you shared with her. you came back a few moments later with something held behind your back.

“what’s that?” abby asked.

“close your eyes.” you said. abby rolled them before doing so. you put her gift in her lap, telling her she could open them once again. abby complied and held the object in her hands.

a stocking. with her name on it. filled with various treats and such.

abby’s face quickly reverted to confusion, to shock, to pure happiness. she held the object between her fingers and admired the neatness of her name sprawled across it.

“look inside. i promise it’s worth it.”

abby looked at you with wide eyes sparkled with kid-like joy. she dug inside and pulled out all the contents.

various amounts of candy and other christmas related snacks. hygiene products. a giftcard to her favorite gamestore. $50 in cash. and best of all, a mini collection of rare coins.

abby gushed at the last one. she held the box frame within her hands, shaking it to hear it jingle. she smiled at you and pulled you down for a kiss.

“thank you. thank you so much.”

“anything for you. i told you christmas wasn’t so bad. maybe next year we can go all out?”

abby didn’t have an actual gift to give you, but she did take you to see the christmas lights downtown when it got dark. she also made love to you later that night by the fireplace.

[kitty-agere-fics]

Appa Fixes Everything

Little!Reader, CG!Jisung

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tw: panic attack

You were walking back to your apartment after your classes had ended. All you wanted was to be at home and to be held by Jisung. Unfortunately, you came home to an empty house.

"Jisungie? Jisung?" You call out as you walk through the house, "Appa! Appa!" You start to regress and cry as you panic. You're all alone.

You take out your cell phone and, after a moment of hesitation, you dial Jisung's number. You hate to bother him while he's working, but you need him right now.

He answers the phone on the first ring. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"

"Appa, Appa, come home!" You beg, crying into the phone.

"Oh, Baby, what happened? Why is Appa's precious little baby crying?" His voice stays soft and gentle.

"Need Appa! No be alone!"

"Okay. That's okay, Baby. Appa can come home. Appa will be home soon, Baby." He promises, "I love you." He hangs up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung walks into the apartment. He sees you, sitting on the floor, crying. He gently picks you up, holding you close. "Appa's here, Baby. It's okay. I've got you." he strokes your hair gently as you curl up into him. "Can you tell me why your crying?"

"Bad day," you mumble, burying your head into his shoulder.

"Yeah? Can you tell me what happened that made your day bad?"

"Had to do…do speech…did bad…so bad…" you mumble.

"Oh, I'm sure you did great, Baby. You're always so hard on yourself."

"No, no, no! Do bad!" You start to cry harder, "Forgot…use wrong words…did so bad…"

"Shhh, no. No, Baby. You always do really good. You do so good when you practice. I'm sure you did amazing!" He gently rocks you back and forth, trying to calm you down.

You continue to cry and your breathing becomes fast and shaky. Jisung gently rubs your back, holding you close. As you cry, you continue to ramble about everything that you'd done wrong, making yourself more and more panicky.

:Baby, calm down, you need to breathe. Deep breaths, Baby. Deep breaths for Appa."

You try to breathe, but you start coughing from all the crying. "Baby, calm down. You'll make yourself sick if you keep crying." He still rubs your back, trying to calm you down. He reaches over, grabbing a pillow off the couch and handing it to you. You squeeze the pillow tightly and you start to calm down a little bit. "Appa…Appa," you cry softly.

"I'm here, Baby. Appa's here. Appa's gonna make everything better." He whispers. His eyes light up and he smiles. "Appa's gonna go and get something, Baby. I'll be right back."

Jisung quickly sets you down and runs into the kitchen. Then, he starts moving all across the apartment, coming back into the room every minute or two with various items. A blanket, some building blocks, a pillow, a stuffed animal. Eventually, he comes back into the room and sits next to you. He is holding a sippy cup in one hand and a tumbler in the other. He hands you the sippy cup and encourages you to drink. You take a sip from your cup and smile brightly.

"Cocoa?"

"Yeah, Baby. Appa made you hot cocoa!" He gently wraps the blanket around you.

"Thank you," you mumble softly.

"Of course, Baby. Just remember, Appa fixes everything." He smiles and places a gentle kiss on your cheek.

[itsscromp]

Hello! Since you asked for a Rocket Raccoon request im here to deliver!

I'm wondering but since it's getting chilly and the winter season is starting I'd love to see how Rocket would interact with the chilly weather? That and perhaps if he'd be a fan of hot chocolate and snuggly warm fires?

Much thanks!(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Winter time

Awww, this is super cute. I would love to think rocket loves the winter time. Word count:693

Christmas rolled around again on terra and your dad had invited you and the guardians to spend christmas with him. You were super excited to see you dad again after many months. Rocket couldn't help but chuckle seeing your enthusiasm.

"Bit excited are we pal ??" He folded his arms and smirked.

"Yeah, God it's been forever since i last saw him, and it's christmas too so it'll make it even more exciting. You guys get to celebrate it, run around in the snow, snuggle up by the fire, drink hot cocoa..."

"Woah up, woah up. Now you know me y/n I ain't accustomed to some Terran scut, but what the flark is snow ??" He asked as he walked beside you.

"So... Imagine rain yeah ?? But it's like really thin and frozen so it falls gently" You explained in the best sense possible.

"Hmmm... I think I get it." He said as he then sat down in the cockpit of the Milano.

"You'll see when we get their" You smiled as the other guardians set course for Terra.

You told your dad you were on your way and told him to meet at a rural part of town so the ship could dock and be hidden safely, Hyper jumping to terra and entering the atmosphere, the temperature of the ship dropped slightly on the inside.

"Flark how did it get so cold !!??" Rocket shivered and rubbed his arms trying to warm up.

"Because it's cold outside rocket, It's winter in this time of year." Landing on the ground, you could see your dad waving as he saw you.

Rushing out of the ship, you ran into his arms with excitement. "Dad !!!" You smiled, hugging him tightly.

"Oh hey, kiddo !!" He hugged you even tighter and gently kissed your forehead.

"You remember the others ??" You turned, pointing to the others.

"I do, It's nice to see all of you again" He smiled at all of them. "How you doing Mr l/n" Rocket waved at him.

"Come on, I got rooms set up for you all."

After much struggle to keep the guardians hidden, you all arrived at the house with minimal detection and were in the nice warmth of inside.

"Ahh, it's much better than out their" Rocket was relieved that it was nice and warm inside.

"I am Groot" (But you have fur, shouldn't you be warm ??) Groot spoke up.

"Look I don't know ok. I just get colder"

"Well your inside now buddy, so yeah" You smiled, taking off your jacket.

Rocket then saw the fire place, His eyes were glowing from looking at it, it looked very inviting.

"Careful not to burn yourself" You giggled.

"I ain't that stupid" He snarked playfully.

Settling in, Rocket stayed close to the fire, feeling all snug and warm. his thoughts were broken by the feeling of being wrapped into a blanket and someone sitting next to him.

"Hey pal" he smiled softly up at you.

"Hot cocoa ??'" You offered him his cup, He gently sniffed it before hesitantly taking a sip, You could see a sparkle in his eyes when the taste hit his mouth as he took another sip. "We need to get a good supply of this stuff before were head back"

"I think I can arrange something." You chuckled.

"The fire is nice... It's kinda cozy." He said as he looked back at the fire.

"Yeah... It's one of my favourite things to do with dad during Christmas or just winter in general. Snuggle up by the fire and drink hot cocoa." You smiled as you took a sip of your drink.

Rocket softly smiled and then scooted closer to your side, snuggling up to you, You responded by wrapping your arm around his side and held him close.

"Maybe tomorrow I'll teach you how to build a snow man ??" You looked at him.

"Wait you can build people out of snow ??" He looked up at you confused. Making you laugh.

This was going to be the best Christmas ever, spending it with your best friend in the whole damn galaxy.

A/N: this is definitely getting a part 2

@callofdudes @fun-k-board

[natty-taffy]

the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

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Summary: Sometimes, change is more for better than for worse Previously, on your path: Chapter I.II.I

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.II.I.I

[The next morning]

“You’re late”

She mumbles tiredly, watching you prepare the hot chocolate.

You grin as you watch Natty smiling at you, remembering how, not much more than a day ago, she had uttered the very same words, but in oh-so-many different ways. You would say it feels like you have lived through years in twenty-four hours, but you kind of did, so you hum- as tired as you felt yesterday, but now livelier, giddy, in ways you didn’t even know that could exist.

Natasha has this effect on you, you’ve figured out.

“Twenty-two minutes” She tries to remain stern, but her smile drips into every syllable.

“I happened to have overslept, Natty” You answer her, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet, and preparing two hot chocolates at the same time “You know, the past really doesn’t like to stay hidden- but when it finally comes up, it trauma-dumps into you real hard”

“Did you have any more nightmares, darling?” Nat’s entire demeanor changes as you speak, her playfulness now instantly replaced by worry- and, not for the first time, you wonder if she was always good at masking her emotions or if you were actually too blind in fear of her to notice the signs that might have always been right here. 

But, again, you could’ve never imagined any of it, so you cut yourself some slack.

“Not really, more like nonstop memories” You finish both of the hot cocoas with a small swirl of Tony’s beloved whipped cream- trusting Nat wouldn’t rat on you now-, and hand her a mug. “I think they will come back to me as time goes on- I saw you a lot, you know? I remembered Madame Katerina, too, from the kitchen! And, oh, Nat, the castle!”

She accepts the mug with yet another one of those gazes, the one in which she still doesn’t believe to be living this reality- you don’t tell her you can see her quietly pinching her arm from second to second. Your heart swoons for this woman, and, with each passing second, you realize it to be one of your old habits emerging.

“This is a dream coming true, dove, I’m beyond happy for you” Anatasia’s voice is as light and loopy as she feels “And how did you like the castle? What else did you see?”

You smile at her giddy antics and, before realizing it, caress her cheek- carefully, holding her angelic face softly with the palm of your hand, she is the prettiest source of light you have ever come across. She stops sipping her beverage and tenses over your hold- carefully searching for your gaze.

“Did you see yourself doing that to me, too?” Her voice is not tense, it still holds its dreamy hold, but carries a small drop of urgency behind it.

You let your hand still against her, as she hasn’t pulled away from you, and answer honestly “Not really, I just… felt like it, I guess”

Natasha trembles lightly- you feel it more than you can see it, she holds your gaze with the simple spark of her watery smile “You used to hold me all the time, just like this” Her hand cups yours, applying more pressure on her cheek- she closes her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax against you. 

The tears that adorn her face are cold and made of crystal, you have no wonder that, dare you taste it, it would taste like sugar- it’s not the kind of tear that comes from a bad place. You can’t help but notice how mesmerizing Natasha looks and wonder if, maybe, the Super Serum has something to do with how ethereal she always manages to look.

It’s her voice, as always, that brings you back to reality “You better not get tired of seeing me cry”

You could have burst out laughing at the mere idea of getting tired of anything related to her, how could she not see it? You have waited your whole life to see her.

A third voice makes both of you jump at the sudden burst of your moment “Morning” 

Tony Stark trots into the kitchen wearing his head as high as his ego, and eyeing, with mild curiosity, Natasha’s head resting on your hand. You try not to overthink how her posture has gone rigid against you under his gaze- neither of you were expecting to display the change of your dynamic in such little time, you don’t even know exactly what to do with it, yet.

"What am I seeing here, now?"

And poor Tony was just a passerby suddenly caught in a hurricane.

Since Natasha, uncharacteristically, has remained silent, you decide to step in before he starts getting nosy- as he does- and things start to actually get personal in ways you’re both not ready to share.

You pretend to brush dust out of Natty’s face and quickly focus back to the hot cocoas you were doing before getting distracted by the woman “I’m sorry, Tony, I know I shouldn’t have used your whipped cream”

You wear your best puppy face as you hope he redirects his attention elsewhere- as predicted, he does, and his face all but falls as he registers what you have just told him.

“What are you- my whipped cream?” He eyes you in disbelief, shaking the sleep out of his morning body “[Y/N], the one thing I told you not to use-” Tony cuts himself mid-sentence, grabbing possessively the can “We will discuss your attitudes later”

Natasha, now more relaxed as he falls back into his usual antics, allows herself to slightly approach her body to yours again, but dares not to touch it. She fishes her book- until then, long forgotten on her lap, and resumes her reading from yesterday- as she usually did, every morning, until finished your beverages.

You take the sight of her in with a twinkle in your eyes, trying your best not to openly make heart eyes at the woman you publicly antagonized- until yesterday. You risk a look to Tony, who remains way too quiet for being the one who caught you red-handed- almost literally- and, much to the surprise of both you and Nat, who is very much so focused on his own breakfast, and on the can of whipped cream he is holding for dear life.

Deciding to use his unusual behavior for your benefit, you, once again, albeit timidly, reach for Natasha’s cheeks- it’s a soft caress, nothing much longer than five seconds, you won’t risk that much- all you want to do is just touch her and see her blindingly beautiful smile as she feels your caring nuzzles. 

You have come to the realization that it’s not easy to be around the woman without the feeling of her intoxicating you at every given moment.

“Good morning, good morning!” Wanda is the next to arrive at the kitchen, beaming a sleepy smile- first at you, then one that grows bigger at the sight of the closeness between you and Natasha. 

“Good morning, Wands” You excitedly greet her, having almost forgotten to gush to her about everything that has happened, since you haven’t had much time to digest the events yourself.

“Morning, Wanda!” Natasha answers, and the three of you- Wanda, Stark and yourself- make a double take as her voice, usually grounded and under a few armors, today sounds lighter and brighter than any firefly.

With a subtle eyebrow arch, your best friend fights a small smile on her lips and starts to make her own breakfast, but not without making sure to let you know she has noticed the very clear shift in the spirits of the pair of you today.

Oh, you have a lot to tell me, [Y/N/N]

You don’t jump in surprise by the gentle intrusion of Wanda’s voice in your mind anymore, but it never fails to take you slightly off of your feet. You smile impossibly bright against your mug, if there is someone who will hear of you and Nat, it will definitely be her.

You have absolutely no idea, Wands

“Good morning, team” Steve’s energetic voice arrives not much later than Wanda did. 

You can’t help but feel a little closer to him, now, as you’ve learned you’re also - somewhat- of a Super Soldier. It’s something quite irrational, maybe even out of a childish wish, but it feels like you finally know things- real, concrete things- about yourself, you can finally create a true bond with the team.

But, despite your excitement, it’s not you who says a very happy “Morning, Steve!” 

Natasha- beautiful, smiling, glowing, Natasha- looks up from her book once more and welcomes him with a warm smile, two very rare occasions to happen, especially when around you. He doesn’t let it show how much he’s surprised, but a small wink to the redhead is thrown before he follows suit, after Tony and Wanda, to make his breakfast.

Since Natasha can’t help anymore but finally give in to her incessant needs- to touch you and hold you on her own- and, also, because five people in the kitchen create just too much of a cacophony, she closes her book and raises her voice slightly louder, so she can- in an almost nonchalantly way- be heard by all.

“Wanna head to the balcony?” Her neutral tone would have been perfect had it not been badly betrayed by her hopeful, glistening, green eyes- always been seen by you as very cat-like, Natasha, now looks like a very happy puppy.

You nod as you put both of your empty mugs in the sink- dodging Wanda and Steve while doing so “Sure, wanna help me finish some reports later?”

“You’re lucky you’re you” Her grumble is not as annoyed as it used to be, and she almost rushes to stand up. Per the means of her newfound- adorable- actions, you’re sure the team is bound to at least deduce something in no less than a week.

“Oh, if I do know” You smile at her, trying to pry away the blushing of your cheeks before you look like you’ve gotten sunburned- as much as you now understand Natasha a little better, you are very much so not used to being the object of her affections- in fact, you're not very much used to being the object of her anything.

As the two of you head to the balcony, almost tripping on each other’s loving gazes, Wanda turns around to the boys, smiling widely as the Cheshire cat.

“Finally” Steve smiles, finishing his scrambled eggs- he can’t help it, he has always been a tad too romantic-leaning- even a little bit too hopeful, as he has been told, but what can one do when it comes to happy endings- or beginnings- of their loved ones?

Tony hums, scooping an ice cream ball next to his waffle “Took them long enough”

The two men start to open their wallets, given that Wanda has won the bet made by Clint- you and Natasha have taken your heads out of your asses three days before the limit day she had chosen. If she might have had something to do with that, by luring you into talking to her and thus start chasing Natasha- that doesn’t need to be disclosed with them. At the end of the day, you and Nat are finally truly and completely happy- and that’s all she could have wanted for two of the people she loves the most in the entire world.

She shakes her hand dismissively at the money, holding her own tea mug “Keep it, let’s just enjoy our first peaceful breakfast in months”

Tony huffs, backing her up “Amen to that”

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

END OF PATH

that's a wrap on this path, lovelies! i hope you've enjoyed this little ride and how it was finished, i love how they thought no one would notice lol thank you so, so much for sticking with me until here! i hope to see you exploring some other paths <3

[danganronpafan777]

S/o under the mistletoe with Uehara?

Sure, happy Christmas Eve! 😄

Kinji wasn’t a huge fan of parties, especially ones on Christmas or Christmas Eve, when every child at the orphanage was hyper and restless. However, he knew the holiday was about celebrating and spending time with those most dear to him, and his classmates even set the party early to give him time to check on the kids later tonight. 

He made idle chatter with his classmates, who welcomed him with open arms. Kinji mostly talked with you, Kanata, and Kakeru, but the four of you had challenged yourselves to try to be a bit more social. 

As Rei asked him to leave her alone, he complied, wishing her a happy holiday, to which she hesitantly murmured it back. She may have been pushing him away, but Rei was slowly warming up to everyone. Kinji wished he could say the same about Utsuro, who stubbornly declined Yamato’s offers of hot cocoa, and brushed you off every time you tried to make conversation. 

Giving up, you grabbed a cup of hot cocoa that Akane had made, and as you noticed Kinji across the room, you grabbed one for him, too. 

Kinji didn’t dress up for the holidays outside of wearing a hat or a sweater for the orphanage children. You on the other hand practically glowed from the Christmas tree lights on your sweater, and he was able to spot you almost immediately. 

He accepted the cup with a grateful nod, 

“Thank you, Y/n. Your thoughtfulness is admirable.”

“It’s no problem! I needed to grab one before Yamato added too many marshmallows to them all, anyway.”

“I believe Mikako is already trying to prevent this…issue.” He sighed, and sure enough, you could hear Mikako giving her brother an earful. 

“How has your night been?”

“Uneventful, yet enjoyable nonetheless.” He replied, before getting cut off by Satsuki’s impatient voice.

“Hey! Can Kinji-kun and Y/n-chan hurry up!? It’s almost Satsuki and Kobazing’s turn!”

Her voice drew everyone’s attention, and you didn’t even notice what she meant before Kanata pointed above you, with Kakeru looking too red on your behalf to even move. 

The moment you spotted the mistletoe, you weren’t much redder than he was. Kinji seemed puzzled at your flustered state, and gazed back up at the plant in oblivion.

“I believe this is some kind of tradition… forgive me, but I’m not sure I recall-“

“…We have to kiss.” You blurted out. 

He was quiet for a few moments, and if you weren’t so embarrassed yourself, you might’ve noticed the pink blush on his cheeks. 

“Would you… be alright with that?”

“…” 

Oh god, he was going to make you admit it. Damn his consideration for what you want!!

You slowly nodded, before feeling the warm peck of his lips against your cheek. 

Kinji was a bit confused as to why Satsuki was booing, and why his classmates looked a bit disappointed. The two of you weren’t a couple, and even if he did favor your company above all else, he couldn’t force you to kiss him over a tradition. 

As he began to move away, he felt a light tug on his sleeve. 

“…? Apologies, Y/n, if the kiss made you-“

“Can you do it again? Um, can we? I mean… on the lips this time?” You stammered. Even Utsuro and Rei were probably watching this spectacle. Mitch and Teruya tried to start a chant, but Mikako shushed them. 

Kinji was silent, before he… smiled, and even seemed to chuckle a bit. For a moment, you thought he was laughing at you, but then he cupped your cheek and your lips connected. 

Clutching the hot cocoa with one hand and holding him with the other, you wondered how the night could possibly get any better. 

[cookie-run-kingdom-story]

CRUNCHY DREAMS! Station Unconsciousness

Milky Way Cookie: Yawnnn… Everyone still here? Y’all in one piece? Milky Way Cookie: I guess you could say that it* a bumpy ride… sorta?

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Milky Way Cookie: Let’s see… next stop is… Milky Way Cookie: Oh?! Station Unconsciousness?? What?? Milky Way Cookie: Okay, I’m super sure that this station wasn’t part of the trip today! Milky Way Cookie: I can’t believe it- the train really is traveling deep into the unconsciousness… Milky Way Cookie: And now that we’re this far, I can DEFINITELY feel the train being affected by Moonlight Magic… Milky Way Cookie: Hmm… Could it be that the Slumbering Moon is calling us…? Milky Way Cookie: Hmmmmmm… Milky Way Cookie: …I guess there’s only one way to find out! Milky Way Cookie: Whaddya mean, irresponsible! This conductor has a plan for everything! Milky Way Cookie: As long as the Slumbering Moon is protecting us, we’re in safe Cookie hands! Milky Way Cookie: …I think?

The Ultimate Tea Party

Cherry Blossom Cookie: …? Where am I? How did I end up in the middle of a forest? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm… I have no recollection whatsoever how I got here! Cherry Blossom Cookie: …?! What’s that clinking noise? Could it be…? Cherry Blossom Cookie: Sounds like teacups! I have to see what’s going on! Cherry Blossom Cookie: …Oh?

Tea Knight Cookie: …*sip* Cocoa Cookie: Cocoa, cocoa, a hot cup of cocoa! A cup is nice, but sharing it with a friend will double the sweetness! Affogato Cookie: Do you not have any ice cream in this kingdom? Ugh… Pass me the sugar, please. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Ooh, what a lovely tea party! May I join you? Oyster Cookie: Please, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Thank you so much! So, why are you all here in the middle of the forest having a tea party? Oyster Cookie: Talking over a cup of tea is quite helpful, you see. Which is why I asked time to have some tea with us. Oyster Cookie: Now, what stories do you have for me?

Cocoa Cookie: Would you like a cup of hot cocoa? Cocoa is always good, but it’s better when shared! Oyster Cookie: Cocoa Cookie, I told you that you’re drinking oyster shell tea, not cocoa. Cocoa Cookie: But… what about cocoa…? Oyster Cookie: For the seventh time, there is no cocoa. Affogato Cookie: My tea isn’t just quite sweet. Let me add some sugar… One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine… Cherry Blossom Cookie: (…?! He’s just pouring sugar nonstop! …How is he adding all the sugar in a single cup…?) Tea Knight Cookie: Don’t you think you’re adding too much sugar? Your dough will grow crusty with all that sugar.

Affogato Cookie: Then it’s good that I’m not drinking it. You there, new face. This one is for you. Cherry Blossom Cookie: Thanks! But I honestly prefer just tea. Is there any plain tea? Tea Knight Cookie: Of course. There’s plain tea. Oyster Cookie: But you can’t drink it here. Cherry Blossom Cookie: So you don’t have plain tea… Oyster Cookie: You asked if there is any plain tea. There is plain tea, it’s just not here. Do you understand the difference? Cocoa Cookie: No cocoa… no cocoa for seven times… Cherry Blossom Cookie: Hmm… true! I think I get what you’re saying! Tea Knight Cookie: How long do you brew your tea? Cherry Blossom Cookie: When the flavor is just right? Affogato Cookie: Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt! Wrong. Cocoa Cookie: BZZZZ! BZZZZ! BZZZZ! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Then how long do you have to brew your tea?

Oyster Cookie: It’s a riddle. It’s hiding in plain sight. Or plain tea, if you will. Cherry Blossom Cookie: What? I don’t understand what you’re all talking about! Oyster Cookie: Do not think too hard. It’s tea time. We’re just having tea. Just like always. Oyster Cookie: It’s time for having tea, therefore we must have tea. Cherry Blossom Cookie: But I haven’t had a single sip! Oyster Cookie: Oh no, how unfortunate.

Cherry Blossom Cookie: …??? Cherry Blossom Cookie: What kind of dream was THAT? Nothing made sense! It was as if I was invited to a nonsense-land… Cherry Blossom Cookie: But… maybe that’s why I had so much fun! Cherry Blossom Cookie: Now I know which Cookies I want to invite for my next tea party!

How are Cookies Born?

Captain Caviar Cookie: What? You wanna know how Cookies are made?! Custard Cookie III: Yep! Sparkling Cookie told me that if I wish hard enough, a blueberry bird will deliver a freshly-baked Cookie… Custard Cookie III: But I know that’s not it! Custard Cookie III: Why won’t anyone tell me?! Why is it a secret?! Captain Caviar Cookie: Err… We’re not keepin’ secrets from you… It’s just… Custard Cookie III: WELL?! Tell me! TELL ME! Captain Caviar Cookie: I don’t know if you’re crispy enough… Captain Caviar Cookie: But I guess you’ll find out one way or the other. Follow me! Custard Cookie III: Aw yeah! It’s about time!

Captain Caviar Cookie: We’re here! Custard Cookie III: Huuuuuh??? Carrot Cookie: There we go! Another fresh batch of Cookies! Freshly-baked Madeleine Cookie: Ha ha! Wah! Wah! Waaaah! Custard Cookie III: Cookies… Custard Cookie III: …are grown from the field?! Captain Caviar Cookie: Of course! Where did you think they came from?! The oven? Carrot Cookie: Ooof!

Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: Wa… Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: Ah… Captain Caviar Cookie: Hmm? What’s wrong with this one? Freshly-baked Vampire Cookie: *yaaaawn…* Carrot Cookie: I think… he’s just too lazy to cry. Custard Cookie III: Wow, this is so cool! Can I pick one too? Please?! Carrot Cookie: Sure, go ahead! Be careful, though. Freshly-baked Cookies have soft dough, so you gotta grasp their heads and take extra care! Custard Cookie III: Ooof! Freshly-baked Espresso Cookie: Wah. Wah? Waaah. Sigh… Custard Cookie III: Did… that Cookie just sigh at me? Did I do something wrong…? Captain Caviar Cookie: Har har har! This one’s complainin’ about how you didn’t grasp properly! Carrot Cookie: Oof!! Freshly-baked Dark Choco Cookie: …Wah. Wah. Wah. Wah… Carrot Cookie: This Cookie looks like he has a lot on his mind already… Custard Cookie III: They’re all so CUTE!! Custard Cookie III: I get it now! Cookies are grown from the field!

Custard Cookie III: OH! Custard Cookie III: I need to go tell Sparkling Cookie this! Custard Cookie III: I gotta tell him that he was wrong all this time!

Archwizard

The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: Ahh yes… It is as the masters have foretold. The world is much bigger than the books say! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: This forest, where an ancient curse is said to have taken root, is also strange. I’ve never felt this tempting energy before…! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: What should I do? It’ll be dangerous, should I go back and bring a wizard support squad? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: No! I have the power to handle it now. Be it a curse or whatever else, I’ll devour it for myself! Hehe!

Financier Cookie: Stop right there, Archmage. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: A Paladin of the Republic…? What are you doing all the way out here? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: …Surely, you haven’t been spying on me? Or is it the Republic… or the Order?! Financier Cookie: I have only one thing to say to you. Financier Cookie: Put down your wand and follow me without resistance. I don’t want to cause a strawberry jam scandal. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: If that’s what you think, you better stop acting like a wizard persecutor. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: If word gets out about this, all of my friends in the Cookie Kingdom won’t hold back!

Wildberry Cookie: Your friends in the Cookie Kingdom already know the truth. Everyone was shocked to hear how you’ve changed. Wildberry Cookie: …We cannot pass on the ancient magical power of this forest to you. That is our final decision. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: That hair color… Could it be… A Cookie from the Hollyberry Kingdom?!

Mala Sauce Cookie: And I’m here as well! Mala Sauce Cookie of the Mala tribe! End your rebellion and surrender, fallen wizard! The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: I see… So everyone already knows…? The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: I still had a use for those in the Cookie Kingdom… What a waste. The Archmage Swept Away by the Darkness: Haha… Ahahaha.

Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: MWAHAHAHA!! Together As Three: ARGH-!! Mala Sauce Cookie: Ah- Impossible…!! You’ve turned into a complete monster!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Laughable Cookies!! How many of you are needed to stop me? Financier Cookie: It’s over. Even without the Crimson Gem, this Cookie is already… Financier Cookie: We were wrong. Someone needs to let the others know. Financier Cookie: I will stop her, all of you stay here…! Wildberry Cookie: No! Hollyberry Cookie didn’t raise me as a coward. Wildberry Cookie: Whatever happens, I will block it with this fist of mine. Bring it on, fallen wizard! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Hmph, how dare you say that to me! Wildberry Cookie: Uggghh!! Together As Two: Wildberry Cookie!!! A Majestic Voice: Who dares bully my loyal subordinate!! No wonder everyone is saying you’ve fallen! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Who are you?! Wildberry Cookie: Do not speak to that Cookie so carelessly!!

Hollyberry Cookie: Listen to me carefully. I’m not as gentle as those three Cookies there! Hollyberry Cookie: RAAAH!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Ahh-!! This unforgivable!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: This is… Nothing…!!! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Eugh… Urghhh…!!!

Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Ahahahahahahaha!!! I thought heard* something, so I came to see all this fun stuff going on!!!!

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Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: And who are you?! How dare you describe the failure of this Archmage, Cream Puff Cookie, as fun? Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Oh! Really? So you’ve already lost then? Hahah!! Aww, too bad I missed the climax!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: Want me to show ya something fun? So you see, this is actually for time travelling… Twizzly Gummy Cookie: If you use this… you can leave this timeline, where you’ve so satisfyingly faced defeat, and go to another timeline where you still have a chance of victory! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: Huh?! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: I’ve never heard of such magic. How dare you lie to an Archmage-!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: *Manic laugh* So suspicious! How villain-like. I like it!! Twizzly Gummy Cookie: But I don’t need your opinion. I have to take you to another timeline, just to see this fight for myself! Cream Puff Cookie, Swept Away by the Darkness: This… This Cookie-!!!

Cream Puff Cookie: Wahhh-! No…!! Cream Puff Cookie: Huff, huff… It was just a dream?! Thank goodness… Waah! Cream Puff Cookie: Ahh… What a terrible dream… I hate it so much… Cream Puff Cookie: …… Cream Puff Cookie: ….It was…. All a dream… Right? No way…..

Abandoned Cookie

Black Raisin Cookie: Come on, it’s this way. Hurry up, Strawberry Crepe Cookie! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I’m coming, I’m coming. Where are you taking me, even putting a blindfold on me… Villager Cookie 1: It’s a present we’ve worked hard to prepare for you! You’ll be super surprised, I promise! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hm, I don’t have to see it to know it’ll be something trivial. I’m not excited at all! Villager Cookie 2: The smile on your face says otherwise! Villager Cookie 3: We’re here! Ta-dah! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Wow!! This is…

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: It’s… The village… I used to live in… Back in the day… In the Vanilla Kingdom? The Children of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Strawberry Crepe Cookie! Let’s play together! Ahaha! The Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Wheee! Wheee! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: What in the world…? Strawberry Crepe Cookie: What are you doing. What’s the point?! This isn’t fun at ALL! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: I won’t just let you play nasty pranks like this!! Come here, NOW! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hello? Where did everybody go? Black Raisin Cookie? The Elders of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Did that Cookie lose their way? Should we help them? The Elders of the Village Below The Dark Cacao Castle Walls: Don’t be afraid. All children are loved and cherished in the peaceful Vanilla Kingdom! Strawberry Crepe Cookie: No, don’t. Stay away from me… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Don’t laugh at me. Your warm smiles or helping hands… I don’t want any of it. You’re all gone now… *Sniffle* Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Stay away from me!

Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hic- *sob, sob* Black Raisin Cookie… Raisin Crows Outside the Window: Knock knock- Strawberry Crepe Cookie: You’re… one of the Black Raisin’s crows? Black Raisin Cookie: Are you okay? Black Raisin Cookie: I heard the crow’s call and came straight away. It said you were acting strange… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Mhmm… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: …I’m okay. I just had a silly dream. Black Raisin Cookie: I see. That’s a relief. But I’ll keep an eye on you for a bit before I go. Black Raisin Cookie: Now, hold my crow and go to sleep. So you can have a happy dream… Raisin Crow: Caw- Strawberry Crepe Cookie: Hmph. What a dirty crow… Strawberry Crepe Cookie: …Thank you. Black Raisin Cookie.

If Only…

Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: White Lily Cookie, there you are! Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Why didn’t you show up to class? I was worried! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: I would have learned nothing new anyway. Our experiments are much more complex and exciting. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Yeah, but… What were you doing? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: I was looking into ways to make Cookies less crumbly. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Typical White Lily Cookie! I’m sure some Cookies will find your research very helpful! Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: I’m glad to do things for the good of all Cookies with you! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Pure Vanilla Cookie. I’d like you to remember what you’ve just said. Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Never forget: only together can we help all those weak and suffering… Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Of course! Dreamworld: Pure Vanilla Cookie: But White Lily Cookie… I’m worried about you. What’s that grave expression about…? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: You… You abandoned me…

Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Because… I found out the truth first! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Why…?! Did you hate what I had become… My heart filled with hatred… Or did you loathe me for unraveling the truth before you…? Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Please, don’t say that! I don’t know what happened… Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: But I will love you no matter how you change! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Is this a promise, Pure Vanilla Cookie…? Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Even if I do meet the Witches… Become reborn, full of wrath and hatred… Lead a legion of monsters and trample this world underfoot…? Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: But why would you do that…? I don’t understand. Dreamworld Pure Vanilla Cookie: Of course, I promise. After all, our dream is one and it will be forever! Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Do not let me down… again, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Dreamworld White Lily Cookie: Do not abandon me. I will not forgive you.

Pure Vanilla Cookie: Phew… This dream again… from my academy days… Pure Vanilla Cookie: This dream… never ceases to horrify me. Pure Vanilla Cookie: Do I still have feelings… for White Lily Cookie? Pure Vanilla Cookie: …… The Reflection of Dark Enchantress Cookie: Excellent question, Pure Vanilla Cookie. Always arrogant, holier-than-thou… Pathetic! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Dark Enchantress Cookie?! What are you doing here?! Pure Vanilla Cookie: …Am I still dreaming?! The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: Is this truly a dream of yours? What if it’s you who is in my dream? Pure Vanilla Cookie: White Lily Cookie…?! Pure Vanilla Cookie: Is that you?! But…! Where are you?! Answer me! The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: There is no point in asking that question now… The Reflection of White Lily Cookie: For the whole truth… Drowned deep in that fateful dough…

Where Our Ways Parted

Little Oyster Cookie: Nanny! Tell me that story again, please? Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: Oh my! How come our little lady likes that mermaid story so much? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: I’ll tell you another story this time. You might have a nightmare if I tell you the scary mermaid story right before bed, right? Little Oyster Cookie: No. It’s not scary at all. I like the story of the pretty mermaid. Tell it again, please? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: *Sigh* Stubborn as always. Alright. Once upon a time…

Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Uh… Uhm… Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Water… a sip of water… Unknown Shadow: …?! Youth Collapsed on the Beach: Please… Someone save this Cookie… Unknown Shadow: ……

Oyster Cookie's Nanny: Once upon a time, a beautiful mermaid that had come up to the water’s surface found a young Cookie lying on the beach. Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: The mermaid had been taught never to talk to the land-dwelling Cookies, so she quickly tried to make her escape. But it was already too late. Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: The young Cookie who had fallen unconscious was ever so beautiful. But looks were just one thing, it was also the mermaid’s first time seeing such color eyes and hair… Oyster Cookie’s Nanny: Indeed, the mermaid was entranced by the gray hue’s mysterious resemblance to seawater pearls. And the Cookie in question was no other than… Little Oyster Cookie: The ancestor of our Oyster family, right? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: That’s right, young lady. They are your ancestor… The elder of your elders’ elders’... or so. The mermaid gave this ancestor a drink of fresh water.

Beautiful Mermaid: My goodness… A beautiful Cookie lies there, collapsed. Beautiful Mermaid: Soft silver hair… Beautiful Mermaid: I see such color exists on land as well… Cookie: Ough… Youth of the Oyster Family: Thank you. To the one who saved me… …No, they had fins? Youth of the Oyster Family: Could it be… a mermaid?! Beautiful Mermaid: …Yes. What’s wrong with that? Youth of the Oyster Family: ……No… Nothing like that. It’s just surprising… haha. Youth of the Oyster Family: Well, it’s no use insisting that you don’t exist now. Youth of the Oyster Family: I sold my property and loaded my goods onto a merchant ship before I left, but we got caught in a big storm. I’ve never seen such huge waves in my life… Youth of the Oyster Family: The huge merchant ship crumbled like a leaf. I thought I could grab some of my goods before it sank, but all I’m left with is this chocolate coin in my pocket. Youth of the Oyster Family: …Would you accept this? As a thank you for saving my life. Beautiful Mermaid: What is this round thing? What am I supposed to use this for? Youth of the Oyster Family: Ah… I see… I suppose currency is of no value to a mermaid. I… haha. I’m completely broke now, so I don’t have anything else to give you… Sigh. Youth of the Oyster Family: Then would you keep it… Just as a memory? Youth of the Oyster Family: It would be an honor if you thought of me when you looked at it. Beautiful Mermaid: You’re not broke. Youth of the Oyster Family: I’m sorry? Beautiful Mermaid: Those eyes… They look just like the most valuable treasures in the sea. Beautiful Mermaid: Are your eyes not Abyssal Pearls? Youth of the Oyster Family: Oh- No, that’s not… My eyes are pearls, you say? Youth of the Oyster Family: Well, even if they were, I couldn’t give them you!* Haha…

*actual text

The Beautiful Mermaid: Then, in return for letting me look into your eyes… The Beautiful Mermaid: Will you accept something precious to me? The Youth of the Oyster Family: Eh… Excuse me?! The Beautiful Mermaid: And I’d appreciate it if you think of me every time you look at this… Youth of the Oyster Family: I… What a beautiful, large pearl… Youth of the Oyster Family: Hey- Miss Mermaid! Miss!

Oyster Cookie's Nanny: After receiving the pearl from the purest and most beautiful mermaid in the ocean, your ancestor became wealthier and wealthier, blessed by the protection of the sea. Little Oyster Cookie: But as the ancestor’s wealth grew, their heart grew darker, right? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: You know the story well, my lady.

Pub Busybody 1: Hey! Are you going to the mermaid’s hideout to pick up gold and silver again today? Youth of the Oyster Family: …Don’t say it like that. The mermaid’s pearl is a token of a pure heart, not wealth. Pub Busybody 1: Such a romantic! And how does this pure heart help you put food on the table? Pub Busybody 1: Remember that coin you borrowed to get your business started? The shipowner at the upper Shark’s fin is demanding you pay it back with the mermaid’s pearl immediately. Youth of the Oyster Family: …… Pub Busybody 2: What, a mermaid’s pearl? You must be kidding! Pub Busybody 1: I guess this friend here doesn’t know? The Oyster family has been blessed by a mermaid. Pub Busybody 2: Are you saying a legendary being like a mermaid saw this beautiful Cookie and gave them a pearl? Pub Busybody 2: Huh, I’ve seen it all! I also want to meet a mermaid and change my destiny! Pub Busybody 1, 2: Hahahaha!!

Beautiful Mermaid: What happened? You look sad… Youth of the Oyster Family: It’s nothing. Just… Youth of the Oyster Family: …I feel so pathetic that I can’t do anything for you, my beautiful mermaid… Beautiful Mermaid: I told you to not think like that. Beautiful Mermaid: It’s hard to understand what those land-dwelling Cookies are thinking… It’s precisely the heart that’s the most important to a Cookie. Beautiful Mermaid: I told you that pearls are like soulstones for mermaids, right? Beautiful Mermaid: As long as you think of me as purely as you do now, my soul will always sparkle brightly in your embrace! Youth of the Oyster Family: (Exactly… That’s the problem.) Youth of the Oyster Family: (Every time I look at the pearl, I can’t help but think of how rich I would be if I sold it. You’d be so disappointed if you knew these feelings of mine!) Youth of the Oyster Family: You’re right. Land-dwelling Cookies are different from mermaids. Youth of the Oyster Family: …I’m a poor Cookie. And your gift to me is a priceless treasure… Youth of the Oyster Family: I could live a very wealthy life in the Republic from exchanging pearls with coins. Why are you testing me with this temptation? Beautiful Mermaid: My pearl… is tempting you? Youth of the Oyster Family: No. Pretend like I never said anything! Youth of the Oyster Family: Sigh… I won’t come to the beach to see you any longer. I’m sorry for being the Cookie I am… Beautiful Mermaid: Wait, Oyster!

The Wicked Mermaid: Just once… I want to see you just one last time. The Wicked Mermaid: Abandoning me like that! How could they? I need for us to meet again, so I can at least get revenge. Then I can see those pearly eyes once more! No, this isn’t it… The Wicked Mermaid: But they were so weak… I wonder if they’re getting enough to eat… It’s not the Cookie’s fault that they’re poor. Could it be… The Wicked Mermaid: That’s right. Cookies who don’t share what they’ve got are bad. Ahh! How I miss that bright face from when they first received the pearl!!! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: Oh my, hello. You look very sad… Are you okay? The Wicked Mermaid: If I could only see that smile once again… Just once more…! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: Why do you look so frightened… Ah- No! Don’t do it!! A Mermaid Friend, Passing By??: AHHHH!

Little Oyster Cookie: So, nanny? What happened after? Oyster Cookie's Nanny: What happened, you say. The mermaid lost her once pure nature and was subjected to a terrible curse for stealing something precious from her friend. Oyster Cookie's Nanny: And now it’s time for bed! You have quite a unique taste in fairy tales, young lady. Little Oyster Cookie: But I’m so, so curious! What happened to the mermaid after she was cursed?

Oyster Cookie: To think that all those memories from my childhood should show up in my dreams. Oyster Cookie: Have I gotten sentimental?

[purrgilpawkins]

Bubbles + Marshmallows

Summary: Mac takes a bubble bath. (Also available on AO3)

Pairings: Jack Dalton & Angus MacGyver

Part of the Comfortember 2020 series Prompt: Hot Cocoa

Warnings: n/a

Notable tags: H/C, fluff, hurt Mac, caring Jack

Mac slowly eased himself into the warm water, the scented soap suds making him feel all the more relaxed. Being covered head to toe in painful bruises that left him feeling more sore than he’d ever had in his life, he’d almost felt a little overwhelmed. But thanks to Jack’s quick thinking, instead of adding sight to the list of Mac’s busy senses, the delta left the lights off and lit multiple unscented candles scattered around the bathroom.

They’d been on three missions in a row, no break in between. Mac had slept through the entire ten hour flight back to the Phoenix. The combination of the uncomfortable jet couch plus the adrenaline crash left Mac beyond sore upon waking up. He’d hoped the limp wasn’t all that obvious but at Jack’s “insistence” (he wasn’t taking no for an answer) that he drove Mac home, he knew he’d been caught.

Mac laid in the tub feeling the water soothe his aching body. Just as he started to doze a little, Jack knocked on the door and walked in with a cup of hot chocolate he’d promised with the bath.

“You feelin’ any better, hoss?”

Mac accepted the mug from Jack and immediately took a sip.

“I am now. Thanks,”

Jack moved to the floor and sat up against the tub, propping his elbow on the edge and resting his head on his fist. “You know,” he started, “that hot cocoa is one of my mama’s recipes.” Mac took another sip of his cocoa and set the mug down on the tub.

“Really? Since when is pouring chocolate powder in hot milk a recipe?”

Jack put his other hand on his chest in mock offense. “Dude, I melted that chocolate myself. Steamed it, not throwing it in the microwave or whatever. The hell you think I was doing for the past fifteen minutes?”

“Oh,” was all Mac said in response. He must’ve dozed off longer than he’d thought. Was he really that exhausted? Despite the realization that he was, in fact, that exhausted, he let Jack continue on with his recipe talk.

“Yeah, man. I sprinkled a little cinnamon in, some extra sugar. Crushed up some peppermint and a few of the chocolate pieces I didn’t melt. Was gonna put those on top of some whipped cream but you didn’t have any so I just threw ‘em in as is and--”

“All this and you didn’t put in any marshmallows?”

“Aw damn. Knew I forgot something. Hang on.” Jack was on his feet in a second and, almost slipping, made his way out the door to the kitchen. Mac relaxed back against the tub and no sooner did Jack rush back in. “Okay, so you had regular, peppermint, and jumbo but I wasn’t sure which one you wanted so I brought all three.” He laid the bags on the side of the tub and Mac reached for the jumbos.

“So,” Mac popped a marshmallow in his mouth as Jack sat down against the tub again, “what’s with all the excess hovering. I mean, you usually hover after I get hurt on a mission but never to the degree where you draw me a bath.”

Jack reached up to scratch at the scruff on his face. “Well I was thinkin’--” he pointed a finger at Mac to shut him up after seeing the smirk on his face, “--was thinkin’ about how you never seem to take care of yourself, and I’m not just talkin’ about treating wounds or sleeping or, god forbid, eating something every once in a while,” Jack gives him a pointed look and Mac looked in another direction. “No, I mean like, enjoying the little things, y’know? When was the last time you had a bubble bath, huh? Don’t act like you ain’t lovin’ the hell out of it.”

Mac’s only response is a one-shouldered shrug as a grin slowly grew on his face.

“Uh huh. Look, man, you’re constantly doin’ things. You just need to relax every once in a while.”

“Not sure I’d be able to shut my brain off long enough to do that.”

“I know something that’ll knock you out real quick, if need be,” Jack raised his hand in a fist and tapped it with his other. Mac laughed.

“Thanks, Jack. I’ll be sure to remember that you beating me up is always an option.”

The two spent the next several minutes conversing until the bath water started to get cold; Mac didn’t want to acknowledge it so he could spend more time in the comforting presence of his partner but Jack decided to call it quits when the younger man started to shiver. Mac reluctantly agreed and made to push himself out of the tub. His body being black and blue coupled with his exhaustion made for a failed attempt.

“Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah, man?”

“Can you help me out?” Mac’s face tinged pink. Sure, they’d seen each other naked before (they don’t like to talk about it much, obviously) but that didn’t make it any less awkward.

“Oh, sure.” Jack, a man with no shame whatsoever, seemed oblivious to Mac’s discomfort and put his arms underneath the younger man’s armpits and pulled him up to full height. He then helped him out of the tub and onto the toilet seat, snagging a nearby towel on the way. Mac started drying his hair while Jack was going around the room extinguishing the candles.

Once Mac was dry, Jack helped him to his bed and laid out some clothes. “You need help with these or…?”

“No, no. I can do it.”

Mac got dressed and lowered himself into his bed, fatigue making itself very known. Jack came over a second later to straighten out the bedsheets and ran his fingers through the blond’s hair. Seeing that Mac has been thoroughly relaxed and was on his way to dreamland, Jack made his way to the door with the intent of crashing on the couch before Mac called out quietly, “Hey, Jack?”

“Yeah, kid?”

“Stay?”

Jack sighed fondly and made his way over to the unoccupied side of Mac’s bed before laying down. “Is this what you wanted?” At Mac snuggling into his side and laying his head on Jack’s shoulder, he had his answer.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Thanks.”

Jack smiled, “Anytime, Mac.”

[themothgardenn]

May I ask for yandere cocoa cookie hcs? She is always so sweet! Btw I love your herb hcs!

Yandere! Cocoa Cookie Headcannons 

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Warnings : manipulation, general yandere behavior 

Characters : Cocoa Cookie and Y/N Cookie (the person reading) 

Description : General yandere headcannons for our beloved Cocoa Cookie  

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🍫 Cocoa gets extremely possessive of you 

🍫 You’re with her almost all of the time 

🍫 She always has a cup or more of hot cocoa for you that she insists that you drink 

🍫 If you don’t, she’ll be upset the entire day until you do 

🍫 She’ll take you everywhere she goes, that or she’ll follow you everywhere you go 

🍫 Either way she’s by your side at all times  

🍫 If you decide to hang out with someone else without her there, she’ll seem fine on the outside but on the inside she is fuming  

🍫 How dare they take away your time from her!? 

🍫 Like Herb she’ll only kidnap you if she feels like her relationship with you is threatened, you get hurt severely, or you aren’t taking care of yourself 

🍫 Like Herb she’ll only kill somebody for you got severely hurt or killed  

🍫 Cocoa will constantly manipulate you into spending time with you  

🍫 Saying things like “Oh...I guess you can go to that place..I’ll just be here..alone...” or “I guess you don’t really care about my feelings...if you did you wouldn’t leave me for them” 

🍫 She’s on the better end of the yandere spectrum though, she may not be the best one to have especially if you have a lot of friends  

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I'm so sorry it took me so long to write this one! I hope you like it! I hope you all have a great day! ^^

[theesotericecho]

"Let’s Talk Self-Love: Busting Myths with a Smile and a Wink"

Imagine this: You’re wrapped up in your coziest blanket, hot cocoa in hand, scrolling through this post. Suddenly, you pause, a thought tickling your mind, "Am I the only one who feels this way about...masturbation?" Spoiler alert: You’re not alone. Let’s unravel this together, like friends swapping stories under a starry sky.

Myths That Have Been Making Us Blush:

- The Tale of the Hairy Palms: "Step right up, see the unbelievable! Self-love leading to…hairy palms?" Let’s laugh this one off together.

- The Solo Act Myth: "For those who’ve never known the touch of another?" Come on now, we know better. This journey is for anyone, coupledom or not.

- The Silent Women’s Chorus: "Ladies don’t indulge in such pleasures…" Oh, but they do. And it’s about time this song gets a new tune.

A Pinch of Humor and a Dash of Reality:

- Truth Bomb: No, your eyes won’t cross, and you won’t suddenly forget how to math. In fact, embracing your own desires is more like giving yourself a high-five for being human.

- Giggles Guaranteed: "Imagine if self-love did lead to hairy palms, though. Handshakes would be way more interesting!"

Beyond the Myths: The Actual Perks:

- Feeling stressed? A little self-love can be your mini-vacation.

- Trouble sleeping? Consider this your natural sleep potion.

- Want to know what makes you tick? There’s no better way to learn.

A Toast to Our Humanity:

- This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s about knowing yourself, embracing yourself, and yes, loving yourself – in every sense of the word.

Let’s Get Visual:

- Imagine a GIF, something silly and light-hearted, like a cat looking utterly baffled by its own reflection. That’s us, facing these myths.

- A playful sketch of a myth-busting superhero, cape and all, could accompany our debunking adventure.

Your Turn to Share:

- “Ever heard a myth that made you laugh out loud? Do tell!”

- “Got questions or funny stories? This is a no-judgment zone.”

As we wrap up this heart-to-heart, remember, navigating the waters of self-love is a personal journey, and it’s okay to have questions or feel a bit shy about it. Think of this post as a little nudge from a friend, encouraging you to explore, learn, and most importantly, to enjoy every step of this beautiful journey.

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[imaginemalereader]

New Years Eve - Tewkesbury

Prompts: 16 - ““My snowman looks better than yours.” and 100 - “Happy New Year, baby. I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

New Year’s Eve. Tewksbury had made plans for the two of you, though he was guarding those plans from you closely. You both had family obligations early in the day but the evening, you were going to his estate and that was all he would tell you.

So you muddled through the day, desperate to see what surprises awaited you. When your carriage finally arrived, you grabbed your suit jacket and dashed out to it, urging the driver to be as hasty as possible.

When you arrived, Tewksbury was waiting for you at the front door dressed warmly and holding some spare garments for you.

“What’s all this for?” You asked.

“We are going to build snowmen.” He said, handing you a pair of thick gloves and offering you an extra coat, both of which you took gratefully.

The front lawn was well lit by lanterns as the two of you ventured into the snow to begin making your snowmen. You chatted as you worked, discussing how your mornings had gone, talking about the holidays and your families and any new drama that was happening (since there was always something). Once the bodies were built, the two of you scavenged for bits of decoration. You found some small stones an sticks and settled for those. For Tewksbury, there was no settling. He roamed longer than you looking for exactly what he wanted.

When he came back and decorated, you had to admit it was worth the time. He apparently agreed with you because after studying both you snowmen he said,

“My snowman looks better than yours.”

“I say it’s unfair. You knew what decorations could be found around here, I did not.”

You tried to pout but you couldn’t even maintain the façade. You liked his better and were proud of him. You were smiling and he was too.

“Shall we go inside? My mother has had some hot chocolate prepared for us.”

“Hot chocolate? How fancy my lord.” You teased, taking his arm as he led the way inside.

The two of you discarded your extra layers, now damp from melting snow and settled yourself in front of the fire. Tewksbury’s mother greeted you and summoned the cook who brought you steaming cups of cocoa. She then took her leave, saying that she and Tewksbury’s uncle would be in the manor if you needed anything. You both thanked her as you began sipping your drinks.

“So what else are we doing tonight?” You asked between sips.

“I thought we could play that new game my uncle got for me. Then, mother had this clock to match that of London’s. We will know exactly when the new year arrives in,” he glanced at the clock, “about 2 hours.”

“That sounds like good fun.” You agreed.

Tewksbury brought the game out and you spent a fair bit of time just trying to learn the rules before you could even begin playing. But, once you figured it out, the game was on and you two got lost in the game, focused on not only playing well but distracting each other and trying to get a leg up.

Before you knew it, it was mere minutes until midnight and you were declaring victory in the game.

“Well played.” He congratulated.

“Thank you. I guess we have an even score now.” 

“Oh yes you’re right. We’ll have to come up with a deciding game tomorrow.” 

You nodded, glancing at the clock as seconds ticked away toward the new year.

“Thank you for having me over tonight.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to start the new year without you. You’re one of the most important people in the world to me.”

You warmed at his comment. He was one of the most important people to you as well, though you felt you didn’t say it as often as he did. From the outset he had been the flirtier, more forward one in the relationship than you. 

The bells started to chime and you looked from the clock to Tewksbury, the two of you locking eyes.

“Happy new year, Tewkesbury. I can’t wait to spend another year with you.”

“I can’t wait either.”

[han-shinsuke]

t h e b r e a k f a s t t a b l e

[🔞] k e n t o n a n a m i [‼️]

s m u t • s m u t • s m u t

ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴsғᴡ

If only you were at home, listening to sleeping at last and maybe with a cup of hot cocoa in hand, you would really appreciate the heavy pour of rain outside. However, you weren’t. Therefore, you must try to not show uneasiness while he’s around— while it was only you and him inside their manor.

“The generator isn’t working,” he informs you after inspecting the machine in the cellar. Kento turns off the penlight then sat on the chair beside you.

As reported by, the thunderstorm will last for two hours. A hundred and twenty minutes of being alone with your principal sponsor, Kento Nanami. “We will be fine. We have enough candles to get us through this darkness.”

Are you sure of it? Can you keep your calm around him? Especially when he’s that close? You can even smell his natural peachy scent.

“Do you not like me?” your face almost slipped from your palm. Why would he think that?!

“No.” you reply, absentmindedly licking your bottom lip. “You sponsor my studies and allowance and you bought me an apartment. How can I not like you, sir?”

Just to clear things, he is not your sugar daddy. You were not obliged to give something in return, though, you’d be glad if he wants to. Besides, you are not the only one he sponsors. There are twenty in total including you.

“Then why are you so distant?” he leans his back on the backrest, searching immediate answer from your intriguing reaction.

Yes, you were not aware but he finds your manners interesting.

You let out a low and defeated laugh.

“It’s because I like you romantically, sir.” you avow.

“Oh.” his response, “you’re only eighteen.”

“Can I not like you just because I’m young?” you sigh, looking away. Watching the rainwater rolls down the glass wall. “I lost my virginity last month, sir. I heard from your exes that you didn’t fuck virgins.”

What were you thinking, really? Spurting private matters like it’s some kind of gossips.

You heard him coughed. You laugh, “whom do you surrendered your innocence to?” he asks.

“Megumi Fushiguro, sir.”

Why do you have to be so polite? It’s driving him mad. His chair creaks. You eye him in question. He transfers the vase to the most secured spot.

“Quit the talking, baby, let’s fuck.”

Your heart races when he sits you on the tabletop, parting your legs. He creates an opening between your thighs. Everything about this man is thick so the width fuels your desires. He’s standing between your legs, sliding his palms up and down your sides.

You remove his shirt. Tracing his beefy muscles using your fingertips. You gasp when you reached his hard packs. You went lower, inserting a hand pass over his waistband. Kento let out a throaty moan when you palm his bulge inside his pants.

You were doing right, just right to make him close his eyes and gasp for air. You run your tongue in between his chest, hand still busy putting pressure on his other head. Damn. You can feel your own heat juicing.

“Do you want more, sir?” you ask, still licking him, moving far to the left, you poke his nipplexx using your tongue then eventually, started sucking it.

“Fuck, baby~ have you done this before with Megumi?” his breath is shaking though he can still speaks clearly.

From palming his head, your hand proceeds stroking his length, stretching its skin down from the tip. Nanami growls like a beast, you did pretty well with your hand so he grabs your nape and tilts your face up.

“I didn’t, sir. But Megumi had a mouthful feast on his study table. He devoured me like a feral man.”

You retract your hand from his pants. He moans in disappointment. He loves how you work your hand underneath his bottoms.

He didn’t talk after that. Nanami helps you with your clothes, stripping you out from your restrictions. You serve yourself... naked and flushed on his breakfast nook. You were no different from those sluts he fucked before. You crave for him so you do the service.

Nanami disrobes the remaining pieces of his clothes before pulling you on your ankles. He leans down to your face, kissing your chin first. That first kiss gives you butterflies compared to how Megumi taught you the basics of kissing. He may be your first of everything but nothing can compete with this man that makes you feel 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 by just kissing your chin.

Your both hands were pinned on each sides of your head. He examines you from head to toe. Your heat throbs, his tip is poking your abdomen. He’s long and thick. Will it fit? Of course, you're this ready for him. You anchor your legs behind him, pulling him down.

“Put it inside, sir, I’m ready.” you beg with your fluttering eyes. He teases your lips with his, brushing slightly. You whine. Pleading again.

He knows you were so desperate for him so he ended the thirst with a very rough kiss. Sucking both lips like its some kind of delights made for him. He surely enjoys kissing you torridly that it makes you thrash for air when he didn’t let go of your mouth.

That made him laugh. When your breathing return to normal, Nanami claims your lips again, this time, he’s moving slow, so slow that you didn’t notice his mouth has already left yours gaping open. He’s now down on your neck, sucking while a hand is palming your folds. You grope his right ass, earning a grunt from him.

His mouth keeps traveling down, it reached your bare chest. He takes in a bud inside his hot mouth. Sucking it, biting it. You moan. You just keep moaning and at the same time grinding your leaking pearl against his erection.

He pops out your first nipplexx, he does the same to the other. Flicking his tongue against it. Sucking it as well unti it turns red.

He goes down again, another spot—the most vulnerable one is waiting for him. He adjusts himself, groping your titsx hard while pinching its both buds.

“Aahh sir~” what? Did you just moan like a slut? You make him smirk and feel proud of himself. He gropes you again, even harder this time. He hears more of your 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒉𝒔 and 𝒐𝒐𝒉𝒉𝒔. You satisfy him by just moaning his name and how good he makes you feel. He squeezes your sides, moving down to your thighs. He hit you there. He didn’t stop until he sees stars in your eyes. One star rolls down. Nanami licks his lips, planting soft kisses on your face.

“Ooohhh gosh, sir~” your body jolts when he tugs your clitx before latching his tongue between your folds.

Damn. Nanami eats better.

You grab onto his hair, gripping there. He dives deeper into your cunt, tongue lolling in and out of your still tight core.

“Hmm~ you taste like a real lady hmm~” fine, reaper! You can take her soul now.

Nanami’s 𝒉𝒎𝒎𝒔 sounds so sexy and you push more of your drenched cunt toward his face. He seems to appreciate your little movement so he eats deeper and thumb you harder.

“Sir—sir! Aahh~” surprise! You spill in his mouth and he’s grateful for your milk so he slurps everything and gives your clenching cunt a good run using his tongue.

You were panting when he pushes your legs to your chest, locking those tight with his forearms. He joins you on the tabletop, folding you in half. His hands grips tightly on the edge and pressing his knees firmly on the table with you in between.

Suddenly, you remember what Megumi had told you before that if a guy fold a lady to half, he’s been meaning to breed her.

Now. Now. Now.

You start to panic. He notices it. You receive his unusual smirk. You put your hands on his shoulders, shaking your head.

“S—sir— don’t fuck a baby into me, please.”

Instead of a reply or an assurance that he would not, Nanami claims your lips again, masking the slow and eerie penetration of his cockx into you.

He earns a loud gasp from you when he installed completely his length inside you. It stretches you really wide that a lone sob escapes your lips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he taunts you, caressing your face. “I’m inside you. Full and deep. You will be fine, trust me.”

Your lips quivers when he start pulling out. You can feel how thick he is and how farther his tip reached inside.

He can feel your shaking so he kisses you again, focusing on your neck.

“H—hold—please sir aahnnn~” your whine is pure and appealing. He cannot wait any longer. It’s just that this is not his way. He loves ramming a pussyxx harder and deeper. He loves being in control.

“Be still, baby. I will move hard now.”

Again, what’s the use of shaking your head no? He slams right there. Just right there when he crashes his mouth on yours to drown your cries.

He’s tight. Hard. And strong that with every thrust and every pull and with every ruthless push, the table that supports the weight of the two people atop it, creaks louder.

He shakes your world and uses your womanhood the way it supposed to be fucked. He didn’t stop. He can’t be stopped. Not this time, not at this moment that he loves how you clench around him and how your cunt responds so sweetly.

“Here comes my seeds, baby~ take it all my pretty baby~” he pounds you so hard at the time his semenx spills inside you, combining with your juice. He pumps you even harder, grunting. While you, all you did is moan his name and that he should not cum inside you but he still did.

He fucks his jizz inside you, watching it leaks from your throbbing cunt.

You end up staring at nothing.

You still feel it dripping from your hole.

Nanami takes you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. Still in dazed, the both of you dip in the warm water in the tub. You on his lap, legs spread.

“Wha–what are you doing?” you breathe when Nanami slides his hand between your thighs, dipping his fingers between your folds.

He kisses your nape from behind, moving to the side before ending on your shoulder that he licks and bites.

“What else my pretty baby? Finger fucking you hmm~”

Just when he starts rubbing hard circles on your clitx, the rain pours heavily, drowning your moans once again.

You have proven the rumors surrounding his name. Kento Nanami fuck better in the dark.

[hansolmates]

me time (m)

summary; the first time virgin!mc meets her mans (but she doesn’t know it yet) pairing; jungkook x virgin!mc genre/warnings; fluff, college!au, boarding house!au, based on the virgin!oc discourse, female masturbation (thanks to the pretty bridgertons), a lil sad and longing at the end w/c; 1.3k a/n; y’all really brought manhater!mc and virgin!mc to life! this couldn’t be done without all of your fabulous input and support. obviously the virginverse is freeform at this point—think of this more as a prequel for these two. set in freshman year of college, when they’re just acquaintances. (do you guys think of cher from clueless when u think virgin!mc? very outgoing n’cute but also very innocent?) anyway, happy valentine’s day i hope you and your boo (whether digital or in-person) get your me/we time💖

Your wooden lap desk is toppled to the side. Good thing the space between the mattress and floor is small, your pink monstera-shaped rug softening the blow when your water bottle, pencils and laptop fall to the floor. In the back of your head you know everything is fine because the last episode of Bridgerton is still playing, an orchestral version of Ariana Grande’s Thank U, Next continuing on as if nothing’s astray. 

Yet you’re nothing but astray, forgotten about the episode and writhing against your too-small twin as you let yourself cum for the umpeeth time. 

You’ve lost track at this point (how couldn't you? Bridgerton is hot) but from the way your hair mats to your face like a second skin and your pussy feels spent and battered, it’s been awhile. This should be your new Valentine’s Day tradition, fucking yourself until you pass out on your vibrator. 

“Ah, ah fu—uck, yyyes!” 

The sheets are sopping. The grey cotton fabric does nothing to hide your juices that seep from your bare cunt to the mattress. Flinging your silicone toy to the side, you pull your hair up and out of your face. 

Water, you need water. Maybe a cup of green tea with a dollop of honey. Sugar always helps the immediate low after a good couple of rounds. 

However, you’ll never get used to the feeling of cleaning up yourself. The feeling that you’ve done something completely lewd all on your own, no one to assure you the things you’re doing are weird. It’s okay though. You love to be alone, it takes a lot for you to feel lonely. 

You slip on a pair of dolphin-cut shorts, too tiny that they are drowned beneath your emerald green slip dress. Quickly opening the door to your room, you’re met with absolute silence. White walls containing empty rooms and a living room without a soul. Just like you’re expecting in a college boardhouse on Valentine’s Day. 

What you’re not expecting however, is Jeon Jungkook staring at you the second you crack your door open. 

“If you’re screaming that loud, your partner must be doing a good job.” 

Jungkook lives on the other side of the boarding house, therefore you’ve never really interacted with him. Excluding the landlord there’s only five other tenants, a group large enough that you’ve never had to have one-on-one with him. 

You really didn’t think anyone would be in the house on Valentine’s, especially Jungkook. He’s an absolute cutie pie, even though you don’t know anything about him. The only thing you really know is that his sparkly brown eyes are to die for, they remind you of coffee milk tea, a craving you only indulge in at the end of finals season. 

To your surprise, Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gone out all weekend. Him, single? As if! Yet you can’t justify any reasoning behind him being home if did have a girlfriend or boyfriend. His dark hair is fluffy and freshly showered, and you can’t ignore the smell of linens from his soft sweats and long navy hoodie. 

Normally, you’d be quiet during Me Time. You’ve perfected the art, stuffing your mouth with your pillow or playing action movies to muffle out the sound. You thought you were in the clear. The thought of Jungkook overhearing you turns you on a little, makes the dampness between your panties even more evident, but you keep that self-indulgent secret to yourself. 

“Oh, well,” you curl your lips in a smirk, closing the door behind you so he doesn’t see that your room is actually very much devoid of life, “she’s very powerful.” 

She, meaning your favorite vibrator in your entire world. It has ten settings and a heating mechanism. More importantly, it’s rechargeable. You don’t know how you’d survive freshman year otherwise. 

“Okay, TMI,” despite the fact Jungkook’s blushing he’s chuckling, holding a hand out for you in the narrow hallway, “after you.” 

You quickly slip past him, walking into the shared kitchenette. Bare feet slapping against the hardwood, your eyes immediately gravitate toward the upper cabinet. Jungkook is following you, presumably to get his own late night snack. When you lift your arms to reach your mug, you feel a little bit of cool air brush against the uppers of your thighs. It’s a nightgown, a pretty satin slip  that falls over your curves and leaves much to the imagination. A couple more centimeters to get your mug and you’ll be definitely flashing Jungkook. 

“Um,” you practically hear the twisted face he’s making. 

“Sorry—I’m sorry!” you blurt, waving your fingers to catch the handle of your mug, “I’m really not trying to flash you—please don’t fill a harassment report! I just can’t reach my mug.” 

“No, that’s my mug.” 

“What, no! I’ve been drinking from this mug all year!” 

“You’ve been drinking from my mug?” Jungkook is affronted, walking past you to easily grab the mug you’ve been struggling to reach for the past minute. He flexes the bottom part of the mug in your face, where his initials are painted in black. “This is my mug, my parents put my handprint on it when I was a year old.”  

It’s then you notice on the lower shelf, there’s an identical mug. This mug has been buried all the way in the back, dust collecting on the rim. It also has a baby handprint on it, although upon closer inspection it’s smaller and in a more faded shade of black. That’s your mug. 

“Oh, Jungkook,” you feel your heart fall all the way to your ass, feeling guilty, “I’m so sorry. I’ve washed it and everything, if it makes you feel any better.” 

He frowns, holding the white porcelain between his hands. A litany of ideas run through your brain. Is he disgusted by using the same mug as you? Have you potentially ruined a prized family treasure? 

Thrusting the mug into your chest he says, “Make me a hot chocolate and we’re even.” 

You smile a little, eager to please. You quickly get to work, simmering the pan with warm milk and melting chopped chocolate. You rinse your mug with some hot water, letting it sit next to his awaiting mug. For a bit of flair you add a capful of vanilla extract, all while Jungkook watches you with mild awe. The smell of sweet late night confections fill the kitchen, a fitting theme for a Valentine’s night. 

“You’re not burning the milk,” Jungkook murmurs more to himself than you, watching as you pour the hot chocolate in cups without spilling a drop. 

Jungkook is known to burn things in the house. The only thing he doesn’t burn is ramen, and that’s purely due to survival skills. 

“What can I say, I’m an expert,” you wink, handing him his mug and you holding yours. 

With matching mugs, the two of you take your first sips of the melty beverage. You lean against the stove facing him, while he faces you against the marble island. Jungkook smiles and a bit of cocoa touches his petal pink lips. He says it’s perfect and you smile into your cup, absolutely swelling with pride. 

Jungkook’s probably working on his photos. He always says his editing bug is itchy at night. While in passing you’ve said you’d love to see his work, however that gesture of kindness never really amounted to anything. Maybe tonight’s the night. You like art, you’d love to be a little more educated with it. Just as you’re about to ask and strike up some conversation, Jungkook beats you to it. 

“Well, hope you and your partner have a good Valentine’s,” Jungkook holds his cup in salute, walking back into his room, “just keep it down.” 

Oh well. You sigh to yourself, letting Jungkook walk away without a fight or a retort. After all, it was you who implied you were sneaking in a bed partner tonight. Sinking your eyes into the brown liquid, you fall into a lull. The creamy liquid swirls in your grasp, making your muddied reflection ripple away. 

You love to be alone, but it takes someone like Jeon Jungkook to remind you that life gets a little lonely. 

[tiens-letters]

with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on. 

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you. 

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him? 

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight  and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better. 

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior. 

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them." 

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man. 

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know 

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng." 

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did. 

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

[nightlight-firelight]

Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait! Art block (Or writing block?) is the worst and I’ve been busy. I’m also trying to make this a gender neutral story and I’m not too experienced on this so hopefully I’m doing ok so far! Now with that out of the way, on to chapter 2!

“Falling (in love) So Fast That I Can’t Even Think!”

Chapter 2

You take a second to realize that he was holding you a bit tight around the waist, and the silence of the tension began to build every second that neither of you moved.

“Hi?” You ask him. You mentally smacked yourself in the head for that comment. At this point of view, you can see that the, now real and very handsome doctor, eyes were a shade of blue that could take your breath away and-

“Oh, um,” Eggman studdered out a bit softer and less confident the what you have seen him in the show. “Hi.” He finally decided to look around at his predicament and examined your room.

“Where am I?” Eggman finally pulled you back onto the bed, creaking slightly from the unexpected new weight. Your mind finally snaps back into reality as the warmth from his hands fades from your hips, already missing the connection he had. You need to relax, and not freak out the poor man sitting on your bed.

“You’re in my room.” You finally managed to push the words out of your lips. His face turns to confusion and worries at all of the merchandise of not just his universe, but the main Sonic series as well. His mind mostly likely wandered into a ‘crazy fan’ mode and tried to back up. You perk up and lean back slightly, making sure to not fall off the bed this time, but also give him some space to relax. Ivo’s movements began to quicken as he still backs up, almost falling off the other side of the bed. He catches himself and looks at you with a face of slight panic and worry.

“What’s all this? Who are you and what-” You cut him off with a hand slightly raised, signaling to calm down and to relax. “Breath, please. I won’t hurt you.” You promised him as you instruct him through a breathing exercise. After a small bit of confusion between the two of you, you lead the poor man into your living room, hesitantly on his part, and led him down on your couch. Just walking into your kitchen to grab two white ceramic mugs, you hear him clear his throat.

“So, what’s going on?” You can feel his gaze on you as the first mug is filled with hot liquid, the steam coming from the filling mug as your brain thinks of what you should do. You switch mugs, taking out his mug for yours. You take a breath.

You’re in my house, and not in your multiverse.” Finally giving him some type of answer as his, at this point, huge bear paw-like hands, envelope the mug and took a small sip. You went to grab your mug as he commented on the choice of beverage you had given him.

“Hot Cocoa?” The question you as you at on the opposite side of the couch, holding what you liked to think, that at this moment was your liquid courage. You take a small sip and taste the liquid pooling into your body. You almost blush as you remembered the ‘CowBot’ episode where Eggman offered Sonic and Tails hot coco and messed with them, waiting for his machine to arrive.

“I thought you might like it.” You confess as he stairs back into his cup, pondering on his whole situation. He takes a breath and looks at you.

“Can you explain to me how I may have gotten here?” All you could do is nod as you start the long trek into the explanation of who is and on all of your knowledge on how he may have gotten here.

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The next few hours were, as you expected, emotional. You had to start with who you were, where he was, and leading him into the conversation that may or may not have caused way too much emotion for the both of you.

“So the main series follows Sonic and his friends, but mostly Sonic, throughout his adventures fighting his version of the doctor. There in the form of games.” He takes a sec and has a look that tells you to keep going. You explain all the story of how the franchise came to be from the nineties till the game you were kinda worried about. Sonic Adventure 2. You tell him the basic plot points and slowly explain how the Main Univers Doc’s Grandfather died along with his grandchild, Maira. He winces when you explain this and see that he’s shaking whenever the two popped up. When you explained that Shadow was made by his Grandfather, his mood perked up and he getting giddy and you have to admit, his cute squeal of figuring out that somewhere he could be related to one of the most powerful people on his island. You smile and after his cute reaction, keeps the conversation going with more information about the franchise. By the time you had reached the current point of the history of the franchise, the man had a lot of questions.

“So let me get this straight,” Eggman’s posture was lax as he was leaned back into the couch, making himself more at home for the time being. “You’re telling me that the main version of me has released a water monster god, a prototype of Shadow, that is a giant lizard, a god within the earth that’s made of darkness, and tried to play with time and space like it was a toy?” He questioned as he took another sip of his now lukewarm cup of cocoa, stroking his mustache pensively, looking at you for a reasonable answer on why he would do so. “Well the BioLizard thing wasn’t truly his fault, but the rest were planed. And I’m saying ‘planned’ with quotes because I don’t think for a second that he thought a few of those through.” You chuckle at the main Doc’s decisions. While you did think his plans were really good, sometimes you think he may have never really thought things through before going to start his plans. Doc downs the rest of his drink as you realized that your cup is still half full. He sets it on the counter in front of the two of you and leans back into your couch. You smile at the thought that he’s finally warming up to you. In all reality, he could take you down with a swing of his fist and run anytime, but having him trust you this much to serve him a drink and have a nice conversation did bring up some fuzzy feelings you have been trying to push down withing the last few hours.

“So I’m still confused, how did I get here?” Doc asks as he cracks his spin a bit to relax better. You take another sip of your dink and set your cup down. You look him in the eye with a bit of confusion. “I’m not sure. I just watch the DVD and you were the one to start seeing me, after the ending of your battle with Sonic and Tails, that white light appeared and you grabbed me before I fell off my bed.” You look towards him and blush a bit, your face now warm from the memory of the save. “Thank you for catching me, I don’t think a concussion would have helped the situation now, would it?” You try and make the small joke appealing to make it less awkward. He blushes and nods, a small ‘no problem’ slips from his lips as you can see he’s trying to not make eye contact and his cheeks, just slightly visible under his mustache, a small bit of warmth wraps around his cheeks. Your brain gets hit with a moment of clarity and you jump up from the couch and take a second to grab your DVD player from your room, bringing it back to him to study. “I’m not sure if this would help you get back home,” You start, “ But it’s a start.” You also hand him the note that came with the box along with the Sonic figure. He takes the figure first and rolls it over a bit, looking at the detail.

“So this figure and the note came along in the box with the DVDs?” He asked as he set the figure down as he grabbed the note. You blush and remember that wasn’t the only thing in the box. You almost had forgotten the figure of the living breathing man in front of you. You ask him to give you a second and hurry back to your room. Searching the room, you almost give up on finding the figure, until you spot it halfway under the bed. You bend over and grab the figure and examine it. It’s still the same figure, but less detailed now. It actually looks like how one of the box set figures is. Cheaply made and having a missing paint splotch here and there. It still was a good-looking figure though, just not as best made. You start your very slow pace back to the living room, taking a small bit of time to think about something. The Sonic figure was still the same as it was before the doctor arrived, why did the doctor change-. You stop mid-way in your hallway to finally piece a big puzzle together. The figure of the doctor was some type of catalyst for his arrival. Like a gateway to get here. ‘And now that the figure is back to normal, does that mean that the Sonic one-’ You didn’t finish that thought as you hurry back to the living room, the doctor just putting the not back onto the counter. He looks up as grabs the DVD player and sets it onto his lap. He smiles as you enter the room.

“ Hey, you ok?” He asks you as you sit back down next to him, gently grab the Sonic figure, cradling it with some care.

“I’m ok,” You answer with some melancholy in your voice. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking of something that just came to me.” You look over to him, Doc staring back, patiently waiting for you to continue. You take a breath and look him in the eyes. “The box set also came with a figure of you as well.” You explain as you gave him the small toy, his face going into a slight pout over the quality as he looks it over.

“I’m much more handsome than this.” He sulks over the craftsmanship of his figure compared to the one in your hand. You pat him on the back with your free hand, feeling him tense for a sec and then relax. You giggle at the line, remembering it from the 30th-anniversary comic. Your mood lightening up a bit at his reaction. “It was actually just as well made before you appeared in my room.” You explained as you rub your thumber gingerly over Sonic’s quills. Your mood dampens a bit. “I’m really thinking that the figure was the way-”

And a giant flash of white engulfed both of your eyesight. You scream as you feel a sense of weightlessness as you clutch the figure closer to you. Opening your eyes after that flashbang of light, as see that you’re in. You blink and take a look around. You try and gain a scene of where you were as you feel like you were falling down. You see Eggman trying his best not to scream as he is also in the same predicament as you. You look at this ‘tube’ as you decided to call it and take a look a the warping walls. They move with colors that remind you of the goop In Super Mario Sunshine. The colors of yellow, magenta, and white mixing together and making the whole experience feel like a trippy dip around a pipe. The tube had some slight aura to it as it was some type of fuzzy feeling in the back of your spine, not good but not unpleasant either. You look down past your now slightly screaming partner in crime to see a large warp ring that looked something right of the Sonic movie, looking to land right over some type of woods. You realized from the rate your accelerating from and the height from the ring to the ground would lead to more than a few broken bones.

Holding your breath and snaping your eyes closed as you wait for the pain to hit, the now cool air of the new land you arrived on pools into your skin as you want to feel at least a bit of joy knowing that right at the end, you feel cool. You never did feel the ground but instead a pair of arms holding you and the sensation of rocketing back up. Opening your eyes, you see Doc holding you again, having been lifted from the ground by two sleek black jetpack type of wings protruding from the back of his jacket. He looks down at you with a smirk and chuckles a bit.

“We have got to stop doing this.” He’s sarcastic, and the potential way of flirting, way of teasing sends you a bit more than tomato red in the face as you wonder if it’s the altitude of the comment that making it hard to think right at the moment. You almost didn’t hear him as he starts to talk.

“It looks like we’re flying over Seaside Island Jungle.” He starts to explain. “I’m going to fly us back to my lair and we can figure out from there what’s going on.” You look over his shoulder for a brief second to see the portal closing and finally dusting away with a puff of gold sparks. Looking back and see a breathtaking view, seeing the full grand scale of the island from up in the clouds. You can even start making out at sever locations from both seasons. You only think of what’s going to happen next when you see golden sparks emulate from your closed hands and feel a heavyweight in your arms and Doc quickly getting down to the ground, getting to be just at the end of ‘Nameless village’ as your reflexes grab on tightly to what you were holding onto. You both look down and see a very unconscious Sonic the Hedgehog in our arms. You look him over and inspect the teenager and see that he’s breathing, and in an ok shape. You look back at Doc and even he’s surprised by this addition to the group.

“Is he ok?”You question him as he gives Sonic a once over. You getting used to finally landing on the ground, stretching your legs after that small adventure.

‘He’ll be fine after some rest, but he looks exhausted.” Eggman questions as you scoop Sonic back up into your arms, being careful of his quills, making sure you don’t end up looking like a human banana peel. You look over at Doc and he looks like he’s, and you have to look a bit more closely at his expression because he looks, jealous? You ponder on that thought that the man might be jealous of the unconscious blue blur as the both of you set off into town, wondering where to go from here.

“Hey!” You hear a cry from in front of the, three? of you. You look up and see four multi-colored anthropomorphic animals. “What did the two of you do to Sonic?” Cried the two-tailed Kitsune. You see all three, with the exception of Amy, who at this point is trying to stop the trio, of Sonic’s friends close in around you. You give a panicked look to Doc as it dawned on you that Doc and yourself were about to be attacked by Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks.

Shit.