#or otherwise it should've been set up all along to be like you have to live in two different worlds

[cruelsister-moved2]

guys im ngl arietty is underrated the soundtrack is actually stunning the end credits scene was gorgeous i didn't even realise it was a directorial debut. its also a case where it actually makes sense to adapt a book in that way where you keep none of the plot and play with the concepts bc it's just an extremely charming whimsical concept to animate I probably would've enjoyed it if it was just their daily life and nothing happened

[dwaekkicidal]

Who are you calling a baby?

˚ʚJeongin x Fem!readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: You decide to join Stray Kids in teasing their maknae, your boyfriend, about being a "little baby." Let's just say he doesn't take very lightly to it.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: 2.6k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, mean!dom Jeongin (🤭), rough sex, degradation (calls u stupid and 'dirty girl'), traffic light system brought up once, hair pulling (once), spanking, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, creampie, no protection (don't be silly, wrap ur willy also pee after sex), aftercare mentioned but not thoroughly, think that's all?

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: I was actually gnawing at the bars of my enclosure trying not to make this into a "sir/daddy" thing (I should've. it prob would have been so much better bc i hate this grrr)

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

You laugh along with Chan as he and Seungmin sit beside you, the three of you watching as Hyunjin lets his cuteness aggression loose on Jeongin. Ruffling his hair and throwing his whole body weight onto the poor maknae. They're taking one last break from their dance practice, deciding to go a few more rounds before heading home.

"You'll always be our baby, Jeongin~" Han sings to Jeongin, to no particular rhythm. Jeongin laughs but desperately crawls out of Hyunjin's grasp, seeking protection from a spot on the floor between your legs.

"He's just a babyy! My lil' baby boy~'' You tease at him, smiling fondly before pinching his cheeks. He looks up at you and pouts cutely.

"I'm not a baby.."

"Yes you are! You're our cute little baby~ You prove my point when you make a face like that!" You laugh, brushing his hair back to make it more presentable after Hyunjin's attack before grabbing his chin and squishing his cheeks to prove your point even further. A few of the guys around you laugh and join in, poking and tickling at Jeongin while throwing in comments here and there about him being their Baby Bread, him laughing as he tries to protect himself from their attacks.

Eventually the 7 of them stand up and walk towards their spots on the floor. Your boyfriend sits on the floor a little longer, catching his breath as he looks up at you, staring into your eyes with a blank expression. Your eyes catch his and you tilt your head down at him, smiling. He stares for a few moments longer, expression unchanging, before quickly standing up and walking towards his dedicated spot. You think nothing of it and pull out your phone, mindlessly scrolling on a random choice of social media and getting comfortable.

After some time of hearing the same part of a song on repeat, you feel a pair of eyes burning into you. Looking up, you see the boys discussing a mistake somebody made. As you scan the boys, you meet your boyfriend's gaze. His eyes boring into you with another unreadable expression before he narrows his eyes towards you and turns back to the mirror, getting into position. You furrow your eyebrows at the back of his head, staring at him a little longer in hopes that he would turn around and explain himself. Is he upset about the teasing? Surely he knows I'm just messing around.. Once you realize that won't happen you sigh and shake your head, turning your attention to our phone once again. Assuming that he would get over this "fit" soon.

Not long after this, the guys all agree to call it a night. Jeongin opted to stay at your place for the weekend since you both had the next few days off. "I just want to spend some sweet time with my girlfriend," he explains to his hyungs. But the tightening grip on the back of your neck tells you otherwise.

The ride to your apartment was quiet aside from the radio. His hand never left your thigh and occasionally squeezed when he felt your gaze on him. Before you know it, the both of you are walking into your bedroom

"Are you okay? You've been super quiet for the last few hours." You ask, setting your bag down on the dresser and taking your (his) sweater off, landing it on the edge of the bed. You take a seat as he turns to you, his arms cross and his expression blank asides from the bump you see on his cheek. His tongue poking his cheek out in what you can only assume is annoyance or anger.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know.. you've been super quiet since the little teasing fiasco earlier.. Are you actually mad?" He raises an eyebrow at the way you enunciate the word 'actually,' but chooses to stay quiet and frowns down at you.

"Oh my gosh.. you're actually upset?" You laugh, standing up and taking a step forward so that you're in front of him "Baby...." You start as you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into you, planting a kiss on the corner of his lip before continuing, "You know I was just messing with you, it's all playful banter. You're my baby and I'm yours, there's nothing wrong with that. I'm sorry that you got upset." You giggle, showering him in kisses before you feel his arms unfold and reach behind you to embrace you.

Melting into his embrace, you litter more kisses on his face, waiting for a response. When you still don't get one, you pull away slightly to check on him only to be met with a smile. One that doesn't quite meet his eyes. One you thought was genuine until one of his hands trails into your hair, grabbing a tight handful, and tilting your head back forcibly. Your eyes screw shut as you wince, whimpering when you feel his hot breath on your neck.

He plants a few kisses silently before pulling back and smirking, loosening his grip so you look at him again. "What happened to all that laughing? Fox got your tongue?"

You pout and open your mouth to say something before he pushes you forcefully onto the bed. It catches you off guard and you take a second to try to even your breathing as he leans down, pushing your back to meet the bed and hovering over you. His lips ghost around your jawline and your neck, occasionally leaving wet kisses and small marks and rendering you breathless.

"C'mon baby... keep running your pretty little mouth.." He says, one of his hands by your head moving to slowly trail down your body until he meets your waist. He caresses your hips softly before continuing, "My hyungs aren't here to protect you anymore. So let's see if you still think you're oh so funny.." You let out a gargled noise as he bites down on your collarbone, moaning lightly as his hand moves to unbuckle your jeans, pulling them off you in one fell swoop as he pulls away from your neck.

When you don't say anything he lands an open handed smack on your thigh. "Why is the 'little boy' like me taking control? Use your words like the big girl that you swear you are."

You whimper at the sting on your thigh, but look him in the eyes and suddenly it's your turn to pout. "I said I was sorry baby, you know I didn't mean it like that." He lands another smack in the same area, not liking your response. He rubs the area to soothe the pain, but also as a warning of what's to come.

He leans forward and the other hand grabs your chin, making you keep eye contact, before leaning forward, "Let's see how far acting coy will get you. Sit up."

You feel your stomach tighten at his demandingness, but you listen and sit up on shaky arms. He pulls your shirt over your head before pulling off his own, throwing both behind him without looking.

"Color?" He asks, as he pushes your legs apart with his knee.

"Green" you whisper back, breathing heavily as he bends down to place a kiss on your stomach, pulling your underwear from under your ass and down your legs. You feel him smirk against your stomach, "Of course it is... dirty, dirty girl."

He trails small kisses down your stomach at an agonizingly slow pace. Eventually he reaches your pelvis, he swats at your thigh when your leg twitches in anticipation before meeting your eyes and speaking up again. "I want your eyes on me at all times. No closing your eyes, no looking away. Okay?"

You nod your head and watch as he shoots you a crooked smile, making sure to hold eye contact with you before leaning in and placing a kiss directly on your clit. Immediately two of his long fingers softly rub along your folds, gathering your wetness before you feel them slide against your gummy walls, quickly finding the spot that has your legs weak. He makes a good pace off the bat; not too fast and not too slow. Your eyes still stare into his, and you let out moans as he fingers you while licking his lips. He leans down further and places kisses on your inner thigh and uses his free hand to undo his jeans, pushing them down with his boxers just enough so his cock bounces out. He strokes himself a few times and tilts his head at you teasingly as he makes a particularly hard thrust. His gaze moves between your legs as he adds a third finger and frees his other hand to massage your clit.

With his piercing gaze not on your face, you quickly forget your previous promise to keep your eyes on him and you throw your head back. You let out a particularly loud moan as your eyes close and your legs shake, struggling to stay spread. He suddenly pulls his hands away from you and lands a harsh slap to your clit, pushing your legs apart when they clamp shut from the sudden sting. You squeal loudly in surprise and your head jolts forward, your eyes opening to look up at him with furrowed eyebrows and tears pricking your eyes.

"Do you not know how to listen? Or are you just trying to piss me off again?" He grumbles, frowning at you as he pushes your knees to your chest. He holds you in place as he lands another smack to your cunt. "I was gonna be nice about it and spoil you, but since you don't know how to follow basic instructions, we'll do this my way. Be good for fucking once and hold your legs for me, yeah?" He spits out, pulling his hands away when you shakily hug the backs of your knees. He rubs his tip against your folds repeatedly before dipping just the tip in.

" 'M sorry-yyyy!" You try saying before he cuts you off and bottoms out. He groans and leans forward, towering over you and placing his hands beside your head, planting himself above you. He pulls out all the way to the tip before locking eyes with you and smiling smugly at you, "Yeah? You're sorry? My pretty little baby is sorry?" When you open your mouth to respond he suddenly thrusts all the way into the hilt, pulling a loud moan from your lips as you furrow your eyebrows, closing your eyes yet again.

"Aww, baby... What am I gonna do with you.. Too cock-dumb to follow basic instructions…” he laughs at you before finding a fast pace, one that has you seeing stars as he pounds into you repeatedly. The angle you're in makes him hit all the right angles constantly while still making him go so deep. So much so that you feel him hit your cervix a few times, making you whimper as you look up at him with teary eyes.

You moan out his name as your grip on your legs tighten, already feeling so close after cumming not long ago.

"Don't worry baby, sit there nice and pretty for me and I'll take care of you. I'll let it slide just this once and 'll fuck you nice and stupid, okay? Though.. I'm not so sure it will be any different than how stupid you normally are?"

"Pleaseee" You whine out, a few tears finally falling at the mix of his words and the constant stimulation. He laughs at you and moves one of his hands to your mouth, tapping your lips to let him in. You open your mouth enough so that his thumb enters your mouth, and you knowingly suck on his fingers. Once he deems it wet enough he pulls his thumb out and moves it to where you two meet, messily rub circles onto your clit.

"Jeongin... 's so goodd" You cry out at the extra stimulation, nails digging further into your legs.

He leans back and his free hand reaches forward to smear your tears into your cheek, "Stop crying baby, you can take it. mmmmmm.. You will take it. You owe me for being such a bitch earlier and trying to embarrass me in front of my hyungs."

You moan loudly and throw your head back, tilting it slightly to look up at him, "Fffuck baby! I.. I promise, I swear I didn't mean it like-" Before you can finish he grabs your face and pulls you forward, "C'mon, babe, I know you can make up a better excuse than that. Or are you too cock-dumb to use your pretty little head? Hm??" He teases, ending his sentence with another slap to your clit, one that makes you loosen your hold on your legs.

Your eyes gloss over and he smirks, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to your cheek before leaning back and continuing his brutal pace. When he feels you grip him stronger he knows you're close and he pushes further, in order to get you there faster. "You gonna come? Huh, pretty little thing?" You nod and moan mindlessly as you look up at him, mumbling out mindless pleads before he pushes your knees into your chest again and chases both of your highs.

"Then cum, stupid baby. Milk me dry, okay? Be a good girl baby." He says out of breath, as he leans forward and pulls you into a kiss. One of his hands comes down on your ass and it's enough to send you over the edge. You're squeezing him like a vice and it's enough for him to finish next. He breaks the kiss to groan, pulling away to stare where the two of you meet, watching his cum get fucked out of you with each thrust. Once he rides out both of your highs, he leans forward to leave hickeys in your collarbone.

After a short time, he pulls out slowly and softly lays your legs against the bed. You sigh at the empty feeling, but are thankful that your legs can stretch out.

"F-Fffuck.. Jeonginnn'' You whine, feeling even more cum drip out of you. He laughs and leans forward to pull you into a kiss, softly smudging his cum along your folds with his fingers before leaving a final, much softer, slap. He leaves soft kisses all over your face as you catch your breath, mumbling an 'I'll be right back' before disappearing into your bathroom. You faintly hear the water running and he quickly returns, wiping you down with a cloth that was soaked with warm water. You finally catch your breath e as he throws the cloth onto the pile of your clothes from earlier, deciding to put them in the hamper later.

You look up at him and give him a sex-drunk smile, giggling as he lays next to you before pulling you into his side. You wrap your arms around his neck and rest one of your legs on his hip, and he massages it to sooth the muscles as his other hand draws circles into your back. He holds eye contact with you for a moment before pulling you into a kiss.

"You okay baby?" He asks, pulling away to smother your face in kisses as he gives you time to respond.

"Amazing, actually... " You mumble out, pulling him in for another kiss.

"Good... Rest up baby, you're gonna need it." He says between kisses and lands a smack to your ass. He laughs in your face as you look at him with furrowed eyebrows and a frown. He grinds against your core and you realize that he's hard again, making your eyes widen a little.

"Oh, my love.... you thought we were done?"

[rationaliity]

gonna just drop a bulletpoint story out there because this aint a lot to go off of but you're soooo right, speak your truth i love you. you're putting two of my favorite things together, ratio and kitsune / foxes

♡ kitsune! ratio who got eight tails, some joke its one tail for each subject that he's graduated college with a master's degree for

♡ he's really is far more playful than people give him credit for, although in his own deadpan kind of way

♡ like, no, he doesn't outright make jokes, but he'll say stuff that goes over people's heads and then loudly exclaim " why do i even bother ?! " with a feigned annoyance, but it's okay because its ratio and it's cute

♡ he really takes the ' sly fox ' thing to heart. i mean, he already works in the shadows, sly is just a part of who he is

♡ but he is still a good person !! people may often assume that he's not because of how he acts and they attribute that to being a kitsune, but he really does care about humans

♡ especially one stupid little human who likes to visit the shrine he lives at a lot

♡ yeah, you caught his attention, but he would much rather die than admit that to you

♡ he doesn't say anything when you offer him the good tuna while he's in his fox form, even though it irks him a little bit because he's a fox, you moron, not a wild cat

♡ shouldn't you be trying to run away from him anyways ? why are you so brazen about walking up to a fox ? don't you know that they're wild animals and they can hurt you if they wanted to ?

♡ you're so lucky that he doesn't want to, otherwise it would be a problem on your side

♡ he eats the tuna every time you bring it for an offering, enjoying it even though he bites back a snarky comment every single time

♡ he's smart enough not to bite the hand that feeds him. his shrine is so far out into the woods that you're really the only one who comes to visit him from time to time, something that he was silently grateful for

♡ he's not tied to the shrine, he can leave if he wanted to, and he's often out and about doing whatever he wanted to, usually finding a hapless human like you and quietly guiding them towards a better solution

♡ but you liked to visit the shrine every wednesday, so he made sure he was there every wednesday

♡ why ? because he wanted to

♡ when he finally revealed his true form to you, it was purely to educate you on something stupid that you had done, at least that's what he told himself

♡ you'd gotten cut by the bramble out in the forest while making the trip to him, and so of course he had to show his true form to bandage your wounds, that was only proper of him

♡ while biting your ear off about not even worrying about the wound until you were at the shrine. what if it got infected, or worse ? you truly were a foolish human

♡ all eight of his tails are angrily flicking the ground below him as he patches you up the best he can, meanwhile berating you for your idiocy, something that he cant stand

♡ and you're just smiling like a moron, too, despite being injured ! he can't wrap his head around you !

♡ finally, once youre all taken care of, he has to ask why you offer him food, when he just looked like a regular fox to you at the shrine

♡ possibly the most annoying thing ever, you don't have a good answer. no profound understanding, just because you want to

♡ he's so frustrated with you he's sure he may pop a blood vessel, and you offer to leave, but he tells you to stay. it would've made the trip and your injury meaningless if you left so suddenly without staying for anything

♡ and when the sun begins to set, you find him... following you away from the shrine ?

♡ ask him what he's doing and he's just going to give you a simple answer, and if this should've been common knowledge to you all along, and you were an idiot for asking

♡ " of course, someone has to watch over you to make sure you don't accidentally get yourself killed. "

— ♡ rationaliity 2024

[eoieopda]

the one with kim seokjin

pairing: jin x reader type: drabble word count: approx. 700 content: jin has a surprise and you are not allowed to be mad, okay? established relationship au a/n: this very stupid idea popped into my head last night and i had to make it into a drabble.

You really should've been suspicious when Jin didn't meet you at the door upon your arrival home. He always did, even when you weren't coming home from a bachelorette trip out-of-town. Granted, you'd only been gone for the long-weekend, a mere three hours away - but still, this should've been your first clue.

You set your small suitcase down next to the door and hung your keys on their designated hook. After tucking your coat back onto its hanger in the front closet, that's when it hit you:

Why was it silent?

Kim Seokjin did not move through life quietly. His big personality and constant desire to be around others - friends, if not you - meant that there was always something going on in your home. And if he was alone, he'd be shouting at the television or his computer screen. But not this time.

Truthfully, he was more likely to have been kidnapped from your home than to sit somewhere calmly inside it, alone.

You quirked an eyebrow as you wandered down the hallway to the left. Poking your head into the various rooms as you encountered them, you didn't see him anywhere. Not in the laundry room, the guest bedroom, or the kitchen. Lips pursed, you pressed on, calling out through the seemingly empty house, "Jin? Are we playing hide-and-seek?"

As you padded along, you noticed that the French doors to the living room were closed - they were never closed. Curiosity piqued, you crept up the hallway. You didn't ask yourself why you felt such stealth was necessary in your own home.

As you approached the doorway, you saw him through the glass panes. He was sitting on the floor with his back leaning against the door. Though his shoulders moved slightly, he was otherwise still. He was murmuring something, but he spoke too softly for any of it to be intelligible.

What on Earth?

The floorboards creaked underfoot. Startled, you froze; even more so, Jin's head turned quickly to locate the intruder. You would've guessed that the sight of you would be of some comfort - after all, you weren't a burglar - but his eyes only got wider when they landed on you. His mouth curled into a shape halfway between a smile and a grimace.

He stood up cautiously. Deft hands hid whatever he was holding behind his back as he turned to face you. Worst of all, his ears were bright red at the tips - his biggest tell. He was undeniably up to something.

Your eyes narrowed under the weight of your suspicion as you pulled the door open. One hinge squeaked slightly over dead air as you did. Jin, still looking like he’d been caught red-handed, stepped back to allow you inside. Head tilted to the side, you began, "Jin, why -"

He cut you off with words shooting quickly out of his mouth - bullets. "I can explain, okay? But you can't get mad at me. You were gone and everyone else was out of town - I got lonely! So, you can't get angry - promise?"

Mouth frozen in the shape of an "o," you didn't know where to begin with any of what he just said. And he didn't wait for you to figure it out before bringing his hands back to the front of his body.

"Oh my god," you gasped.

In his large hands, the little orange kitten looked impossibly tiny. Its eyes blinked slowly, and though they remained shut more often than not, you could see that its irises matched the beautiful pumpkin color of its fur.

This time, you cooed when you said it, "Oh my god!"

Jin's ears went back to their normal shade when you quickly closed the distance between you. The tension in his shoulders evaporated with his relieved sigh. He chuckled before placing a kiss on your cheek in greeting, “So glad you’re not angry.”

"I wasn't allowed to be, remember?" You snickered. Gently, you scratched under the kitten's chin. Your heart melted at the purrs you received in response, vibrating through its little body. "What's their name?"

He said it matter-of-factly, like it was silly of you to bother asking, "Kim Seokjin."

Once again, you stared at him with your unresponsive mouth hanging open. Buffering. The two of you stared at each other for one silent moment before you erupted into giggles.

Your boyfriend was incredulous as he stared down at you, eyes twinkling. "What? It's a good, strong name!"

Standing on tip-toe, you kissed one Kim Seokjin before squatting back down to kiss the other. "Can't argue with that. Handsome, too."

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: MtOU Epilogue

During More than One Universe and Hanelm Crackdown's epilogue, OMT!Tails finally found Richard out on the streets, sleeping alone without anywhere to go to. Tails felt very sorry for the kid, knowing he deserved a permanent place to live, as he hopped down to Richard's level.

OMT!Tails: Hey, Richard?

Richard: Y-Yeah...?

His left eye was permanently black with grey sclera, and he was still in a bad condition after the final fight.

OMT!Tails: I can tell you regret all that happened, huh?

Richard (teared up): T-Tails, I... S-Sally... I... Y-You should've k-killed me... f-finished the job... I-I would've d-deserved you killing m-me... W-Why help me...?

OMT!Tails: Nitro's silent intervention showed me that revenge would never be satisfying, and it would've tainted who I am otherwise... Like I said, and like Sally said when we were at the house before, this is what we do. We help people. And you're still not beyond helping, Richard.

Tails had already got a room set up back at his home in advance for an offer he was about to propose...

OMT!Tails: Hey... You're more than welcome to live here with me.

In response to this offer, Richard immediately hugged OMT!Tails tight, black tears pouring from his eyes as he sobbed loudly from the overwhelming guilt and trauma he had faced. In return, OMT!Tails hugged him back, gently rubbing his back to comfort him.

OMT!Tails: Hey, hey. It's alright. I got you.

Richard: T-Thanks, Tails...

His gesture clearly reminded Richard of when OMT!Sally took him in out of the goodness in her heart and gave him good hospitality and understanding before things went out of control. She even considered taking him in as a second, human brother, so this compromise was still sweet for him. And on cue, Sarah showed up, having just heard about OMT!Tails's position.

OMT!Tails: Sarah?

Sarah: Hey, Tails. Is... it okay if I move here, too? I feel Richard could use a bit of extra support while he gets his footing here.

OMT!Tails: Of course you can!

Sarah: Heh, sweet!

Richard: You... You'd really do that for me, Sarah?

Sarah: Of course!

Richard: What about Lily back home?

Sarah: She's made plans for coming here too after hearing about my decision. Just means we won't be apart for good now, heh.

OMT!Tails: I'm happy to hear you two got back together after the resurrection, Sarah.

Sarah: Thanks! You know, I really gotta get in the swing of being more of a hero now. I mean, I do have the right criteria for it, if only I wasn't blinded by hate back then.

OMT!Tails: I mean, I could give you some extra training, of course! The Sonics I know trained me up for my current role, so it's only fair that I can pass on that knowledge!

Sarah: Awesome!

OMT!Knuckles and OMT!Amy came by.

OMT!Knuckles: You bringing Richard into the family?

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah. He really deserves it.

Richard: I... I never thought you would forgive me for what happened, but... I'm happy I've been treated with care since I came here for the first time. Thank you... all of you.

OMT!Amy: You're welcome!

OMT!Tails: I'm gonna go see off the others. Then I'll join you guys for some ice-cream!

Sarah: Awesome!

OMT!Cream: Yay! Ice cream!

OMT!Knuckles: Come along, Richard! Our sundae treats await!

He playfully hoisted Richard onto his shoulder as they headed off with a smile each.

OMT!Amy: This is definitely a happy ending to remember. It's a shame Sally couldn't be here to see us now, but I'm sure she'd be proud. We got so much more to experience in life from here. You, Tails, got all sorts of wingmen! The perfect friends to continue growing up with!

OMT!Tails (softly smiling): ...I got a lot more than that... sister.

OMT!Amy teared up with a smile hearing this comment, watching as he headed back to Robotnik's base to see the Blur Gang and other multiversal heroes off. He got there sure enough, with them there waiting for him.

OMT!Tails: Thanks for being there for me, all of you. I don't know if I could've even done this without you there.

CR!Sonic: Anytime, bud! That's what we're all here for!

EX!Alice: The machine's all ready to go! We just need the different coordinates for our ways back!

OMT!Tails configured each one accordingly.

OMT!Tails: Alright. Devy, Smol Devy, you guys first.

Smol Devy immediately ran to hug OMT!Tails tightly.

Smol Devy: Me going to miss you.

OMT!Tails: Heh, don't worry, little guy. It's not gonna be goodbye forever.

Nine: He's right. We can arrange to meet a lot more often as our own team! But what to call it...?

Mini Sonic: What about the Speed Team?

BK!Amy: Or the Speedstars?

OMT!Mina: I know! How about... the Blur Gang!

CR!Sonic: Hey! I can roll with that!

D-Sides Mighty: Cool by me!

OMT!Tails: That's perfect!

Devy: Sure is! Well, time for us to get going. See you next time we meet, buddy!

OMT!Tails: See you, Devy! Good luck with the proposal to Vanilla!

They nodded to each other before Devy and Smol Devy made their leave.

Ex-Prince Brian: Before I head out with my crew, I'd like you to have this, bud.

He passed Tails a special hand-made vase.

Ex-Prince Brian: It's one I made myself!

OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!

Ex-Prince Brian: 'Til our paths cross once more, friend!

Close by, the Sonics were preparing to part ways with each other.

EV!Sonic: Alright. I think this is it, guys. Seems like you're all ready to go home!

MFF!Sonic: Yeah, we are.

CU!Sonic: Guess this is where we part ways for now.

EV!Sonic: You know, I just wanted to say, uh...

CR!Sonic: Don't worry, bud. It's just what we do as the Blue Blurs of our respective dimensions.

EV!Sonic: Yeah. It's what we do. Er...

He enveloped the three in a group hug, crying tears of joy.

EV!Sonic: Thank you thank you thank you thank you!

MFF!Sonic: Hehe! Thanks, Error Sonic!

Close by, MV!Sonic was present in spirit, smiling to the positive outcome from the whole thing. He was sitting by a spiritual chessboard, where his version of Chaos managed to beat him at chess AGAIN.

MV!Sonic: Hmm? Ah! You win again! You clever god.

MFF!Sonic walked up to Ex-Prince Brian and the cured/redeemed Sonath.

MFF!Sonic: Alright then! Let's head back home!

Ex-Prince Brian: You got it!

Sonath: Beach hangout later?

MFF!Sonic: You bet!

They left.

OMT!Tails: Okay. Antho, older me, you next!

MV!Tails: I'm proud of how far you've come, little me. Heh, I can't believe I've been helping a younger version of myself through this.

Antho: Good luck, buddy! I know you'll do the island very proud!

OMT!Tails: Thanks, Antho! I'm sure you'll do everyone proud, too!

They shared a fist-bump as MV!Tails left, with Antho following behind doing a cool somersault.

CU!Sonic: Alright. Let's get back home, mini-blue!

CU!Sonia: Of course, dad!

CU!Sonic: Catch you later, Tails.

They smiled to each other.

CU!Sonia: Hey! High-five before we go?

OMT!Tails: Of course!

They shared one before waving each other off.

Wacky: You know, this whole multiversal craziness has given me tons more friends to be around.

OMT!Tails: Glad to hear it, Wacky!

Hog: I wouldn't mind hangin' out with you more often! I'd love to kick Dr. Sunnyside's butt someday!

Wacky: Heh! We can definitely arrange that! Well, see you next time!

She saluted her friends before departing.

BK!Amy: This sure has been one crazy ride, hasn't it?

Nitro: Sure has!

OMT!Tails: Have fun with those amulets, Amy!

BK!Amy: Aww, thanks, Tails!

She gave him a happy hug which he happily reciprocated, before leaving while waving goodbye to her friends.

D-Sides Honey: You guys ready to head home?

D-Sides Mighty: Pretty much!

D-Sides Ray: Yep!

Hefty: I'm... not sure if I'm ready to yet.

Nitro: Hey, don't feel bad, Hefty. In the vast space of the multiverse, the chances of us meeting again are quite high.

Hefty: Heh, I guess so.

They shared a hug between each other, before Hefty held D-Sides Honey's hand for the return trip.

D-Sides Honey: Let's go, little softie.

Hefty: Heh, yeah.

D-Sides Mighty: Good luck out there, Tails! And remember, do your own thing with heroics!

OMT!Tails: Heh, you got it!

The D-Sides gang left.

Nine: And I guess it's time for me to go, too. Catch you all later!

Nine made his leave.

Mini Sonic: Guess that leaves pretty much our original batch!

EX!Alice: Yep!

OMT!Tails: Well, aside from Mr. NM, of course. Shame he had to miss out, but knowing him, he'd have probably thrown in comedy at the wrong time.

Mini Sonic: Yeah, that's fair. Well, hopefully, we'll all be back together next time!

OMT!Tails: Have a safe trip home!

EX!Alice: See you around, Tails. And thanks for everything!

Mini Sonic: Stay way past cool, dude!

OMT!Tails: Will do!

The two allies left through respective portals.

CR!Sonic: And with that leaves the three of us and our new companions from that Errorverse place. Guess that's my cue to fly back home! My family must be gettin' worried.

OMT!Tails: Heh, no worries. You should definitely bring your kids over sometime! I'd love to personally meet them!

CR!Sonic: Eh, I'll try to arrange that. No guarantees, but we'll see!

OMT!Tails: Awesome! Bye for now, Sonic!

CR!Sonic: See ya, champ! Come on, Hog!

Hog: Coming along now! See ya, Tails!

OMT!Tails: Bye-hop! Haha!

They shared a fist-bump before CR!Sonic and Hog left with a bound into his portal.

EV!Knuckles: Looks like we're all set!

EV!Amy: We've got plenty to do back home, and I'm glad we could save the day once more!

EV!Tails: Well, let's get going!

EV!Eggman: A perfect recipe for cooking up my next big scheme in the future!

EV!Knuckles: Just get through that portal, Baldy McNosehair!

EV!Eggman: Oh, for-! Fine.

He headed through.

OMT!Tails: I guess this is farewell for now, Sally.

EV!Sally: I'm definitely going to find a way to come back here some other time for you, Tails. If you ever need me about to hang out, you know where I am!

OMT!Tails: Heh, sweet!

They shared a close hug together.

EV!Sally: Take care of yourself, little bro.

OMT!Tails: You too, big sis.

They split the hug as she and most of the other present Errorverse crew made their leave, leaving Nitro, Benjamin and EV!Sonic as those yet to leave.

Benjamin: You still want me to sign that autograph for you, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Yes, please!

Benjamin: Well, here you go, then!

He jotted his signature on a notebook.

Benjamin: Okay, there we go! See ya later, buddy!

OMT!Tails: You too, Ben!

Benjamin left, and as EV!Sonic prepared to as well, he saw Nitro wasn't yet leaving.

EV!Sonic: You coming, Chris?

Nitro: I'll be with you guys shortly. Just gotta wrap up something before I come.

EV!Sonic: Heh, no problem.

He left the remaining three to it.

OMT!Tails: So, it's just you guys left to go, right?

OMT!Mina: Yeah... But I ain't gonna leave you behind, Tails.

OMT!Tails: Wait, what?

OMT!Mina: Yeah! I'm gonna be sticking around here! We definitely got a lot of stuff to be doing together!

OMT!Tails: Aww, awesome!

Nitro: There's something I also wanted to share with you guys before I departed.

OMT!Mina: Go ahead!

Nitro closed his eyes as his body shifted... into his human appearance.

OMT!Tails: Woah! You're human too!

Nitro: Heh, yeah. It's been my thing since I was born. The hedgehog state was more of a side-point for me.

OMT!Mina: You know, come to think of it... hasn't this happened before?

OMT!Tails: Now that you mention it, these events have been pretty familiar.

Nitro: Well, no matter what timeline we're in, I think we can agree we've remained a tightly-knit multiversal team to the end, guys!

OMT!Tails: We sure have!

Nitro: Well, have fun continuing to protect the island, guys! And I'll see you again whenever we next choose to cross paths!

OMT!Mina: You got it, Nitro!

The three shared a fist-bump between each other before Nitro headed out, though not before looking back to his friends with a smile.

OMT!Tails: Well, guess that's that for the time being, then.

Kaede arrived in good time to see the two together.

Kaede: Heh, you two are so cute with each other!

OMT!Mina: W-What?! No we aren't!

Kaede: Aww, come on! I can see it.

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah. Well, it's time for me to head off to have some ice-cream with my friends.

OMT!Mina: Let's get going, buddy!

They shared a fist bump before leaping out the fortress as Kaede followed them, gearing up into her Detective Ghost gear mid-fall.

NEXT POST

[deputygonebye]

@xgoldxnhour asked: “i cannot believe that anyone can deserve you... but it appears i am overruled.”

Pride and Prejudice (2005) Prompts.

Water warmed from the shine of the sun, lines meant for fishing were checked by hands already yet worried down. Bone ached with every bend of the wrist - skin cracked and scabs turned dry - red around the knuckles but somehow safe from bruise. Shane had never known exhaustion so terrible. Able to drain the very force of his life, beyond the soul, the limitlessness of his mind and power. More difficult with each new day that dawned, the weariness in him began to take control. Seeped into his veins like an addiction most foul; euphoria that drove what convictions and spirit remained, the promise to be committed husband and tender father.

Pant wet from the tide that rolled to shore, the span of a lake like crystal, clear and blue, around the knees that bent into the water and turned dark gray into almost black. Clung to the skin beneath - the snag from a line cut into flesh at the joint - discomfort endured for the sake of possible food. Hunger satisfied for another day, Shane's stomach growled in protest, the loss of two nights without proper meal. A plate of fish rationed for he but sent further down the line, to the hands of Eloise, weather-beaten with chipped nails. What used to be painted in polish ruined by the circumstances of their lives; the Walkers unable to break her courage, stronger still for the baby she carried. Proud and stubborn as she always was, it wasn't an easy feat for Shane to have her accept his serving. Fish meant for he, the extra blankets and pillows, too, extra accommodations that were fitting for an expectant mother. What should've always been provided for Eloise - motherhood celebrated but within limit, disincentive birthed from the outbreak. An unfair discouragement for an otherwise joyous occasion.

Loose rocks crushed underfoot, before her words came forward, Shane knew she was there. Hands on her hips, a smile to her face, eyes bright and playful. Eloise beautiful in the light of the sun, dressed in clothing a size bigger than her usual, comfort and practicality married in her wear. A vision that Shane couldn't look away from; the scowl on his features gone before it could truly be there, a sigh that lifted his shoulders and soothed the sharp pain to his hand, ruby dripped along the fishline.

"And I thought I told you to rest, but it looks like I am overruled, too. Ain't that somethin'?"

Standing, Shane grasped her waist, the hand not wounded, and pulled Eloise close. Welcomed her scent and the warmth of her body, the sweetness of her kiss when he pressed his lips to hers. Kisses; one taste from her not enough, would never be enough.

"What happened, Sunshine? Merle do somethin' stupid again? Don't you worry, I'll set him straight. After last week, what he did to Jacqui, that bastard's on thin ice."

Shane smiled, moved his palm from Eloise's side to her belly, the small bump that shaped her shirt. Round but none too big, the first sign that life had started, Shane and Eloise's love made true. A happiness so long awaited and hoped for; their baby.

"You feelin' okay, darlin'? Our little peanut ain't causin' you too much trouble now, are they? Hey, I'll tell you what, El. I know they ain't bigger than a lemon at this point, but our baby, I have a feelin' that they're gonna be the cutest kid this side of Georgia. Curly hair, wide eyes; I hope they look like you. God forbid they get my ears, though!"

"Come on, babe. Why don't you and I had back to camp? Don't think I gave you permission to stop restin'. Not that you mind what I said about that - could never tell you what to do, could I? Not all the time, anyway." Shane said, holding his empty fishing line in one hand, Eloise's in the other, their fingers laced around. "How about this? You stay seated in that lounge chair I set up for you around the firepit, give yourself and our baby some relaxation, and then, if you want somethin' to pass the time, you patch up my hand here? Fishin' line - that stuff can slice through you better than a blade. You'll be off your feet and doin' somethin' productive all the while. Could teach our baby a thing or two. For instance, how to patch up Daddy when he hurts himself. Bound to happen more than once, don't you think, El?"

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Hey JWB!

Hope you are doing good!

I really wanted to know your opinion regarding Arnav's character development in the show! (I'm unaware if you've answered this earlier)

We all know that Arnav's childhood trauma made him truly Harsh & Ruthless, But then khushi comes into his life, and slowly his character growth starts taking place, I do believe that love can definitely have a tranformative effect on a person, However, love is not a magic cure-all and it's not a substitute for a professional help and personal growth, it's important to seek out a professional help! Also i have seen people becoming harsh in real life due to trauma and depression, but it takes a lot of professional help so that they can heal, I know ipk is set in a fictional world, but still there are many people in real life who are dealing with traumas just like Arnav, So it will be quite unrealistic for such people if they watch Arnav's character growth and start believing that one day they are going to have someone who can heal them completely, instead of seeking professional help, Because the fact is love is not a magic cure-all, That's why i feel like they should've shown Arnav seeking professional help along with Khushi's love, That would have made much more sense! What are your instance regarding this? Please let me know!

Hello Anon!

I am very good thank you :) I believe Arnav was one of the best written characters in the show and the most consistent. He does not change because of love, rather Khushi grows closer to him and is able to see his softer sides.

Arnav still has PTSD trauma from his parents' suicide after Khushi coming into his life - he even tells Khushi that slowly the more he fell for her, the lesser time he had to dwell on his trauma.

So in a way his loneliness went away but finding someone he loved. But you can see how his trauma ended up creating very damaged relationships, especially romantic ones.

Arnav doesn't heal because of Khushi, he gets better over time with his own effort.

The only time he actually is able to overcome his trauma is when he faces his grandma and realizes the fact of what happened. His father was a weak person. He hates his family. And Khushi tells him no matter how bitter the past was, it's still a part of his history that he needs to keep.

And what I love about the show is that Arnav's past still haunts him. Otherwise even after marrying the love of his life, he spends the start of his wedding night nearly crying in his arms about the whole debacle.

His past is written very humanely. He's able to live, love and laugh regardless. Just with a better support system he's able to smile more and more every single day. So they never present Khushi as a fix-all for his sadness, but as a companion with whom he starts sharing pieces of his life with.

Also Indian media RARELY shows mental health help. Especially back in 2012, expecting mainstream show to show psychiatry is rare. Especially on a channel that's very traditional (Star Plus). And I think given that they did an excellent job with Arnav and his mental health. I like to think he went to therapy sometime later in his life.

Idk if you watched the Rewind but whatever little pieces of Arnav narrating his own life sounds like someone who has been to therapy. He recognizes his irrational anger, is calmer, understands Khushi was legitimately wrong in situations but also recognizes how his response to her mistakes outweighed everything else.

He's less resistant to showing vulnerability, in fact he's open about the fact that he loves his wife, idiosyncrasies included.

And to me, that means a lot :)

Best,

Jalebi (you might want to check the navigation link)

[silvertsundere]

Silver Talks AniManga (29/10/23)

veeeeeeeeeeeeeery late this week I know it's my own fault really, I was warned by my buddy mega that yozakura would be a dense read and take a while but I didn't listen and underestimate how long it'd take, I should've started during the week but I only started reading on saturday NIGHT so no way in hell I was gonna be able to catch up.. by the time I went to bed on sunday I was on 111/200 so oof.. also didn't mon tue or wed so that's why the post is so late but anyhoo

green - new series/new to me pink - catching up

Anime

Frieren Ep8

very good episode like usual, even more for me cause of all the action. looks like the next one will also have quite a bit of it so I'm pogged up

Undead Unluck Ep4

bro that episode went absolutely INSANE?? HELLO the sakuga was so good I was losing my gourd I'm so glad uu got the adaptation it deserves also my queen yuuki absolutely stole the show, really showing why she's up there with the best of the best, it's gonna be sad not getting more gina til like cour 4 but it'll be worth the wait

Pokemon Horizons Ep26

pretty chill episode after all the excitement from last week's cour finale, mostly just setting up the plot for the future. tho we also got a new op and it goes absolutely crazy

Adult Precure Ep4

alright episode, mostly about what saki and mai have been up to, saki being engaged and mai breaking up with her bf. I know that in their shows, from the very start, the girls have crushes on boys (ofc it couldn't be otherwise cause toei are cowards) but you gotta understand how deep in the yuri mines I am. hearing them actually say they're engaged or dating a man gave me whiplash

Imas Million Live Ep4

good episode as usual, the best part was getting a lot more screentime for some of the girls that were barely in the other eps, tho it still wasn't that much and since this isn't following the og format there's always gonna be some girls that won't get their time to fully shine sadly. also got a couple momoko moments™ including the box so that was funny

Manga

Mission: Yozakura Family Ch1 - 200

wowie that was.. a lot better than I expected. honestly went in not expecting much, and after having just caught up to jujutsu from 1 to current I wasn't expecting yozakura to be so good since jujutsu is so much more popular but, hot take: I think it's way better like sheesh. I talked about it on my server but the only I thing I think jujutsu has over yozakura is the battles, otherwise it's beat in every category. I like the art a lot more, even from ch1 yozakura had waaaaay better paneling than even current jujutsu. and the whole cast is a lot more likeable. like from jujutsu I cared about gojo, nanami, maki and okkotsu. in yozakura we get cooldown chaps were the different family members do their own stuff and interact with each other which helps you get to know them more and in doing so liking them more, while still using these chaps to move the plot along so the pacing isn't too slow (outside of that little side detour with the past heads that got cut short prob by the editor but yknow)

anyway rambling and just repeating what I already said in the server but TL;DR it's good, glad to be caught up, and looking forward to it wrapping up in the near future since we're close to the final arc

Witch Enforcer Ch1

I started this mostly on a whim cause the art is good (artist's on here too btw @ camellia0x0) but I was pleasantly surprised. there was nothing surprising about the story but it was delivered well and the art was solid through the whole chap (tho the paneling is very basic but I'll give them a pass since it's their first serialization [only some one shots before]) and the concept of a witch making and using mechs is fun. looking forward to seeing this artist's growth as a mangaka, hopefully the series doesn't get axed too early

Undead Unluck 181

good chap, especially the end tho. never thought this could be a possibility but it makes total sense there'd be a reverse evil union on the side of god. never thought about it since we had under before. really curious to see how the next chap gonna but it's prob just gonna be introducing all those baddies that people will fight in the final arc

[silyabeeodess]

Twisted Wonderland Oneshot: A Late Invitation

Eying the vivid, massive decorations positioned across Ramshackle Dorm's lawn as he approached, the pride and excitement Malleus initially felt toward the papier-mâché long switched into a twinge of guilt. For not the first time, he was ashamed of himself.

Everyone on Sage's Island knew about Night Raven College's annual Halloween Week. The leader of Diasomnia had gotten permission from Crowley to place their display for the celebration at Ramshackle and, with Sebek taking the lead, his underclassmen had rushed to set it up. It never even occurred to him that not only had no one bothered to ask you, who lived there, if it was alright, but that you didn't even know about the festivities in the first place.

By all means, as a prefect, you should've been a part of the Halloween Management Committee, as was the case for all dorm leaders. Granted, Malleus was often... absent, from most dorm leader meetings himself, so he never knew if you had attended them or not. It never would've occurred to him to check, and if it hadn't been for Lilia reporting back to him, he might never have known about the obvious misunderstanding.

Granted, a dorm of two students wasn't much of a dorm at all. Ramshackle had no separate uniform or iconic figure to represent it. There was little way for it to participate in many of the interdorm activities at the school. The fact that its building was isolated far from the Hall of Mirrors made it even easier to forget about the Ramshackle duo, no matter how much of a large presence you and Grim both were on campus otherwise. It didn't make it right to leave you out, especially not out of what could be considered the biggest event of the year for the school. Magic or no, with or without being assigned to any of the regular dorms, you still attended Night Raven College like everyone else.

He thought you would like it, giving you a front-row experience to a Twisted Wonderland Halloween. If no one told you about the celebration to begin with though, chances were, you were more likely to just feel left out—a feeling that Malleus himself knew too well. Were you hurt? Disappointed? No, maybe infuriated would be a better word for it. People had failed to invite him to parties more times than he could count over the years, but if said party was also thrown on his very own doorstep...?

Malleus stopped short of the low gate leading to Ramshackle's grounds. Even if the situation was more the Headmaster's fault than his own, he hoped you would forgive him.

Magi-pen in hand, the fae noble thoughtfully tapped it against his leg. A late invitation was still an invitation. There was no time for Diasomnia to change locations for their display, much less for Ramshackle to come up with one of its own, along with creating props and costumes to match. He would have to be more direct and ask for you and Grim to participate in the event with his dorm.

If you wanted to help work the stamp booth or walk in the parade on the final day of the festivities, he doubted anyone would complain about squeezing you in. There wasn't much work left to be done, but Malleus had no issue if you wanted to shadow him over the final preparations—if anything, it was what he'd intended from the start. As for a costume, manifesting a matching set for you and Grim was child's play.

He grinned to himself, imagining you with the fake dragon horns and tail that went with his dorm's holiday ensemble. He'd have to tease you about it, given the nickname you'd given him, or perhaps he'd come up with a nickname of his own to call you for the duration of the event. Then, he shook his head, snapping back to the present. First, he had to check if you were even willing to join him for the Halloween celebrations after all of this.

No sooner had Malleus started up the plain, paved sidewalk leading to Ramshackle did he see you and Grim step out. He paused. You... weren't wearing your school uniform....

It looked like an old-fashioned mage outfit, at least by human standards. Matched with a pointed hat, it first seemed to be made up of solid black crossed with a simple, pinstripe pattern. However, as you soon spotted him across the yard and drew closer, he noticed the dark spider webbings and pumpkin designs across sections of the fabric. The fabric itself was cheap, nothing worthy of note, but you wore the clothes with a smile as if they had been tailored with the finest of materials.

"Hey, Hornton!" Grim greeted first. He was wearing a matching set to yours, his usual bow switched out for one with the same black and purple colors. Folding his arms across his chest, the small monster pouted at him, "This set up's fine and all, but maybe give us a little warning next time?" He pointed at the papier-mâché long, "That thing nearly scared the hairs off of my minion here!"

"It scared who now?" you quipped before turning to the dorm leader with a smile, "I was wondering if you'd show up. Diasomnia did a great job with the decorations."

Hearing your compliment put him a little at ease, but it still didn't relieve the pinprick sensation he felt at the sight of your costume, "Yes, everything looks splendid," he agreed with you in an almost mechanical voice, "I was concerned how your own prepations were going, but seeing you now..."

You smile widened, pleased with yourself. Looking down at your outfit, you stood a little straighter to give him a better view, "The ghosts made this for me. They said they found some old curtains to throw it together with."

They just threw it together... Malleus hummed to himself doubtfully. Nevermind the odd convenience of stumbling upon the right holiday fabric, there were also a few odds and ends sewn into the ensemble to complete it, like a small, skull brooch. That took time and attention to detail. It took care.

"I guess I have to thank Ace and Duece too though," you continued, "This was their idea. We're headed to Sam's to see what we can use to decorate the inside of Ramshackle with, but we'll probably go to Heartstabyul to show them how we look later."

Well, if others had already played fairy-godmother for you, then there was no need for him to do it. Even though the problem had sorted itself out, somehow, Malleus felt worse than before. Hiding his disappointment behind a poker grin, he casually snuck his magi-pen back into his breast pocket. "I'm glad you have such friends to rely on," he said, "Your costume suits you well."

After that, he tried to quickly excuse himself—that he'd only come for a quick look to make sure no detail was missed from the display and now needed to return to his dorm. You, however, kept talking, following him down the path out of the yard and through the gate before you two would make your separate ways. It might've been charming if the constant interference of his plans hadn't left him flustered.

Well... Halloween Week had only just begun to heat up. Some way, in his own way, he'd show you just how spirited an all Hallow's Eve celebration can really be.

[batllethinker]

Beautiful lies ch.4

Feelings, nice

Natasha was fucked, she knew that much and she hated everything.

What are the chances that you catch feelings for the woman you swore you hated? I know cliché.

Her and Wanda had never really gotten along, more like she hated Wanda with all her might and the younger woman was kind of just nice about it.

She didn't really know why she was so deep in her denial, that kind of just happened and then she just kept digging her grave until she was too deep in the lie.

Natasha kind of accepted her feelings when the trailer came out and she was kind of just sent into a frenzy, her hair was dyed a beautiful red for the movie and Wanda's a deep brown, she was beautiful and Natasha really didn't know what to do with herself.

Most of the scenes were of Natalie on the run with Leigh kind of just watching over her along with flashbacks of them in a bar and some dialogue and it really was different from the movie.

Natasha knew that going back on set and having to see Wanda and Carol together would break her especially with the scenes that they would have to shoot and also have Carol watch the whole thing? Yeah she wasn’t going to enjoy it.

So here she was, in her dressing room, mentally preparing herself for what was to come.

When she walked out of her room Wanda had Carol pushed up against a nearby wall and it was almost impossible not to hear her breathy moans and it made Natasha ache.

Natasha almost screamed but distracted herself with Steve instead, ignoring his teasing laugh and instead talked about anything else.

‘please god, help me’

*cue*

Natalie and Leigh were in their home, screaming at each other about something that Leigh had done, Natalie was on the couch while Leigh was pacing infront of her, fists clenched into herself so she wouldn’t hurt someone and well, Natalie was crying, reasonably upset.

“please stop!” Leigh had broken a vase in her anger making her hand bleed and despite Natalies fear and sadness she was obviously worried but Leigh had just gone onto break other things, a picture frame and the bottle of whiskey she had been drinking from.

“oh shut up, Natalie” the redhead sobbed, hands running through her hair to try to get herself together, not used to Leigh’s violence or screaming.

*narration* Everything had been a dream, Leigh was so sweet to me despite her violent nature and it had only made me more attracted to her, she had never laid a hand on me until today and it would change everything.

*cue back into scene* Leigh had slapped her girlfriend across the face, making her gasp and immedietly get up from her seat and run into their bedroom, in a rush to get all of her belongings so she could run.

“Natalie! come back here” Leigh ran after her, the only sound in the otherwise quiet house Natalie's sobs and Leigh's heavy steps.

Leigh suddenly had a rough grip on her wrists, hindering her from making another move as she pushed her onto the bed.

"You're not leaving."

*cut*

Now I think it's important to note that Leigh is older and a drug dealer or she was, her aggressive nature had actually helped in her line of work.

Natasha wouldn't admit it but feeling Wanda's hands on her body even in such an aggressive way was nicer than it should've been.

"You okay?" Natasha had surprisingly not ran away from the set this time but was instead still laid on the uncomfortable prop bed with Wanda standing in front of her.

"Yeah" Wanda smiled down at her before pulling her off of the bed, surprisingly kind to her.

"I'm glad, it was kind of an intense scene" Natasha was honestly impressed with how quickly Wanda could switch out of character but she couldn't stand being that close to the other woman.

So she walked away, desperately in need of a break from the woman occupying her every thought.

Ch.5

[weareuniqueandimportant]

WE FINISHED AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER SEASON 3 ONCE MORE THE OTHERS ARE UNWATCHABLE GARBAGE.

HOLD UP. I WANTED TO SAY SOME THINGS.

EVIL POLICE SERIES. "BAD PEOPLE ARE HUMAN TOO!! LET'S MAKE THEM REAL HUMAN AND APPEALING THEN DEHUMANIZE THEM AS EVIL!! MAKE THEM INTO REAL HUMAN BEINGS AND SAY THEY'RE NO DIFFERENT FROM "US" ONLY TO LOCK THEM IN PRISON FOREVER!!!!" YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO THINK OF POOR AZULA AS EVIL WHEN SHE'S HAVING PSYCHOSIS AND IS GOING CRAZY. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO THINK OF OZAI AS EVIL WHEN AANG COULD KILL HIM IF HE WANTED TO. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO FEEL NASTY SATISFACTION AS THEY'RE DEPOWERED AND ERASED. BUT THEY'RE RELATABLE. THE ASPD NPD CODING IN BOTH IS REAL. I KNOW THIS ISN'T HOW THIS REALLY WOULD LOOK LIKE. AND IF ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE WAS MY ENEMY I TOO WOULD BE FORCED INTO A CORNER AND FIGHT BACK WHILE TAKING ALL POWER TO MYSELF AS NOBODY ELSE IS ON MY SIDE. THIS IS RELATABLE BUT YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE.

THEY MAKE CRAZY PEOPLE INTO "BROKEN" RELATIONSHIPS AND ASSOCIATE THIS AND BEING CRAZY AS EVIL. BIGOTED EVIL. FASCISM. THE BEACH IS PEAK AVATAR. JUST LIKE MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA AND TRANSFORMERS PRIME STARSCREAM EPISODES. ALL SERIES THAT WRITE THE SAME. AANG SHOULD'VE LOST ALL HIS BENDING AND SHARED HIS SPIRIT POWERS WITH OZAI LINKING THEM TOGETHER AND FORCING THEM TO LIVE WITH EACHOTHER. ZUKO AND AZULA SHOULD BE FORCED TO LIVE WITH EACHOTHER TOO. BOTH DESERVE FORGIVENESS AND FREEDOM. ASWELL AS BACKSTORY AND HUMAN WRITING THAN THIS BULLSHIT. THEY DON'T HAVE TO BE FASCIST LIKE ZUKO. IF HE CAN CHANGE WHY CAN'T THEY?

ALSO REALISTICALLY THAT IS A BAD MOVE TO SPARE NAZIS THIS HAS DESTROYED REVOLUTIONS IN REAL LIFE. FORGIVENESS BAD. BUT THIS IS NOT THE SAME. THEY WROTE MORE THAN THIS. THEY MADE THAT POSSIBLE WITH ZUKO. THEY HAVE EARNED EQUALITY.

THE ENDING IS A CLIFFHANGER AND AZULA AND OZAI DESERVE MORE HUMAN MOMENTS. INSTEAD THEY'RE ABANDONED SINCE. NO MENTION IN KORRA. OR OF MAI AND TAI LEE IDK HOW TO TYPE IDK CHINESE.

LOSERS ALWAYS CRY WAHH THINGS SHOULD JUST END LIKE AVATAR. BUT I BELIEVE AVATAR SHOULD'VE KEPT GOING. THE JUMP TO KORRA SUCKS ASS AND SO MUCH STORY IS ABANDONED. FULL CHARACTERS. TO BE HONEST IF YOU ASKED ME I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN READY FOR SUCH A JUMP. EVEN KORRA ABANDONS SO MANY THINGS SET UP THERE THAT HURTS. INFACT I BELIEVE THAT IS THE MAIN PROBLEM WITH KORRA. NOTHING ELSE.

AANG AND HIS FRIENDS ARE LITERALLY SUPPOSED TO REPRESENT THE POLICE. THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE IN KORRA. EVERYTHING YOU SEE IS BULLSHIT. THE ENTIRE SERIES IS A CAPITALIST NAZI LIE. THE CHARACTERS ARE NO DIFFERENT FROM NAZIS BUT ANARCHIST AND COMMUNIST DESERVE TO DIE BECAUSE THIS IS THE RELATIONSHIP COP LOVERS HAVE WITH EACHOTHER. FASCISM. ESPECIALLY WHEN CRAZY PEOPLE SUFFER.

RADICAL PEOPLE ARE ALWAYS TOO FAR WAHH. WE'RE NOTHING BUT A SIDE DISH TO DITCH BOTH SERIES ARE OBSESSED WITH NAZIS AND ANYONE TRYING TO KILL THEM AS THE TRUE MONSTER. BUT OPPRESSED PEOPLE ALWAYS HAVE THE BAD ENDINGS. JET DIES EVIL GRANDMA GOES TO PRISON. COMMUNIST KILLS HIMSELF AND ZAHEER GOES TO PRISON TOO WHILE HIS TEAM DIE MEANWHILE NAZI KUVIRA AND NAZI ZUKO GET REDEEMED AND NO PRISON.

THEY'RE BOTH STILL NAZIS AFTER THEIR REDEMPTIONS. BOTH STILL LIKE ALL "GOOD" CHARACTERS BLAME CRAZY PEOPLE FOR ALL PROBLEMS AND PUNCH THEM WHILE DEFENDING THE STATUS QUO. THE ONE THAT IS THAT OF THIS SOCIETY'S. THAN THE MADE UP FANTASY "THIS WORLD IS OWNED BY NAZIS!!" THOUGH THAT'S TRUE AND THE MAIN CHARACTERS ARE NAZIS TOO. BECAUSE THEY ARE THEY GET ALONG AND NEED TO KILL ALL OPPRESSED RADICAL PEOPLE. WE'RE TOO FAR BECAUSE WE'RE A THREAT. TO THEIR FASCISM.

[prettyboykatsuki]

cw ;; afab reader, 18+

for what it's worth, i don't think megumi cares to dominate you. nor do i think he really cares to submit to you, in equal measure.

for megumi, the whole idea of sex is kind of funky. he wants it in that he has a libido, and he likes your face enough to think about it. and he feels it, desire, but the actual working parts of a sexual encounter don't interest him all that much. what sex is comprised of, he leaves up to your creativity.

he can be whatever you want. he's been like that for a long time, no doubt in large part to his flippant guardian who does what he feels like on a whim. for how otherwise intelligent and concise megumi is, he's strangely adaptable. he isn't as stubborn as he maybe should've been, and he has a set of beliefs that he follows but they're his own - shaped entirely by his world view.

he didn't grow up normal enough to have normal interests in sex in relationships. his whole life is one long, endless - whatever happens, happens.

you'll find early that megumi likes to do things in his own way as much as possible and learns almost completely from experience. he didn't even google anything about sex aside form he'd seen sparingly in passing. weirdly enough he knew your anatomy, but he didn't hesitate to ask you things. your first time went smooth if only for his communication

is this okay? ill slow down. im sensitive here. you feel good.

not that he's not bashful, he is. but he's cocky in equal measure. he's as balanced as you can find a person to be and he does whatever you need.

that's the thing really. megumi values getting things finished in the way he finds best. his solutions, his ideas - he likes using his methods.

to megumi fucking you is simply another facet of his own ideology.

he's learned it through experience - patience and effort, where you feel it best. he lets your lower back rest on a pillow, and then as if he has it down to a science - he teases you.

just the head, rubs around your clit before touching it head on with his cock. he always looks at you for a minute, gives you something half-between cocky and lovesick before sinking the head of his cock into your pussy. megumi gives it to you slow at first, watches your face carefully with each inch.

his hips are angled up and he concentrates. he lets you squeeze around his cock and relishes in your moans. the little passing expressions in pleasure you make so surreptitiously. sometimes when he feels like enough of a lover, a whole one - he says you're so pretty with his lower lip tucked carefully between his teeth. groans when you shiver, when your pussy trembles and gets wet all for him.

he likes to think uselessly about staying there forever. he knows he can't but maybe he deserves to. he thinks he deserves to keep himself tight inside of you for the rest of his life, when he bottoms out and you squeeze. squeeze and squeeze and squeeze and whisper his name like a secret. fuck, megumi, fuck.

megumi knows how to make you cum. he taught himself all the right ways. he puts a hand on your stomach and rubs your clit with his thumb. he looks at you, you look it. and he drags himself over the same spot inside of you - he knows, feels it everytime you're dripping wet and aching.

with the force of his own assurance, he rubs along your gspot so precisely it feels mean. it isn't, but it feels it. the pleasure and euphoria and fully body high choke you until you gasp his name. he twitches when you call for him, pulls back so he doesn't cum right away.

he stays like that. rocks you through well-paced, hard thrusts at the same angle until you sink. he loves seeing you lose it, and he's going to lose it with you. going to give in this feeling he always hears about in movies and books - he wants you to cum on his cock that he's learned to make you. his own personal values, he wants to spear you on them until you're his forever.

and megumi thinks he's crazy for thinking. it puts him out of his body to feel you, throbbing and desperate and hot. your hands on the back of his neck pulling him into a sloppy little kiss.

"gonna cum, megumi, gonna"

he grunts. watches, but doesn't wait. lets you ride out your high while swallowing the moans from your mouth. it makes him feel dizzy to feel you, your legs locked around his back.

you don't want him to leave either. that always tips him over the edge, makes him let go.

yes - that's it. megumi doesn't really care how it happens.

he just wants it to be you. and he wants, so desperately for it to be him too.

[mae-gi-writes]

If You’ll Have Me . Kevin Moon (Part 3)

You’re Kevin’s mate. But you also happen to be his best friend.

Genre: werewolf au! friends to lovers! au, fluff

PART ONE | PART TWO

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Life has been pretty good. 

Different. But good. 

Ever since that day, there was no mistaking that the pair of you were attached at the hip. It’s as though the magical distant barrier that set in stone between your two bodies had vanished with nothing left in its wake. Kevin takes advantage of all the times you’re alone together now, and when you are in the presence of the other wolves, always keeps you safe and protected, heard. With a graze of his hand over your hip, a soft kiss to the back of your head as he passes by, the sweetest of smiles from across the room when your eyes meet. 

It’s almost a little too much. And yet, you find yourself seeking him out more and more out of your own volition.

You announce to your parents a few weeks later that you are indeed, dating your best friend. They say they’d known ever since you’d asked them to sleepover at his house, and merely laugh at your face as it turns the colour of beetroot. 

Kevin, being the jokester he is, merely wriggles his brows and pulls you into a playful hug when you finally reach the safety of your bedroom.

(But not without him receiving a certain pep talk from your father first.)

"Stop laughing!" He hisses, albeit playfully, as you try hard not to cackle.

"This is so funny. I should've made a video out of it," you grin, "to show Jake."

"Did I tell you that you talk too much?"

"On multiple occasions."

One sleepover at his house turns to two, then three, until it becomes normal for you to be around even when Kevin is not there. The more time you spend with the wolves, the more you find yourself enjoying their presence, their sense of humour, the comfort and familiarity that they bring to you.

The girls take you under their wing entirely, prompting you with bits and pieces of werewolf info that you wouldn't have known otherwise, and after dinner when the world seems to slow down, you spend it out on the porch with Kevin at your side, overlooking the darkening foliage beyond.

"You're still planning to get your degree?" You ask him once out of the blue. You can't help it; the multitude of questions burning along your tongue.

"Yeah. Why?" He tilts his head over to catch your eye, his own glistening in the ebbing darkness.

"I don't know. Thought maybe you had like a wolfy job. Specifically."

"Wolfy job?" He splutters, "what does that entail exactly?"

"I don't know. You tell me! You know how in Twilight they're like a cult? I thought it was the same you know, when you told me you guys were a pack and stuff."

Kevin bursts out in laughter, causing your entire face to flush the colour of a fire engine. You swat him in annoyance but he merely grabs at your arms to pull you flush against him.

"That's adorable," he keeps on chuckling, fighting your resistance by firmly holding your wrists down in his lap. His eyes twinkle with mischief and you burst in embarrassment of a different kind, "please tell that to the rest of the boys sometime."

"You're so annoying," you grumble, though ceasing to fight in favour of nestling against his shoulder. It has become more and more comfortable to rest against Kevin these days. It’s like the kiss has finally unleashed all the pent-up emotions, now only leaving you with that great rush of affection every time you catch a glimpse of Kevin’s face. 

Lazy mornings are your favourite. When you get to wake up to Kevin's lips ghosting along the back of your shoulder as he murmurs out a, "good morning."

You hum, trying and failing to ignore the sparks of heat that his kisses leave behind, "mornin'. "

It's still early. Well, your eyes are definitely glued together and sleep sounds like absolute bliss. So when you turn and are met with your best friend's -- mate's -- chest, you waste no time burrowing deeper into the curve of his body as you let out a soft sigh. He smells so, so nice and honestly, you wish you could stay in his arms forever.

That gets harder when you feel Kevin's lips traveling up your jaw, leaving a trail of pecks in his wake, "wake up, Y/N," his voice is warm, brushing against your skin and causing goosebumps.

You shiver as you mumble, "hm, don't wanna."

Fingers brushing stray hairs away from your face, you can't help but smile softly as he proceeds to pepper kisses all over your face; your forehead, both eyelids, cheeks, nose, chin. And then, with a gentle, fleeting touch, the slightest pressure of his lips on yours.

"Hmm no," you turn your head away, but alas, he follows suit, catch the corner of your mouth as he chuckles, "morning breath, Kev--"

"I don't care," he leans up on his elbow in an attempt to follow as you roll away, hands shooting out to press him back, "I care, stop following me!"

"But Y/N!" He protests, giggling as he manages to pull away the pillow you've got smushed against his face in an attempt to block him, "just a peck, I promise."

"No, no no--Kev!" You cry out when he tosses the pillow away, cages you between his arms with barely a millimetre between your lips, "I'm serious Kev, I don't want--"

"Oh shush," he mumbles against your lips and without a second's hesitation, kisses your next breath away.

That day, you got out of bed mid-afternoon, cheeks flushed and heart giddy.

It's weird, you think, to feel Kevin's presence before you've even seen him. It's something that seems to become more and more familiar as the days go by, as though there is an itch underneath your skin that you cannot get rid of unless you're within physical distance of the said wolf.

Hyunjae tells you it's normal, it's all part of the mating process and somewhere down the line, you believe that there is magic in this world.

"Does he feel me too?" You ask once while accompanying Eric and Juyeon to the fish market to pick up something that Jacob had asked for. Apparently he's making a specialty salmon dinner that, according to Eric, is "absolutely bomb."

"You have to ask him that yourself, Y/N," Juyeon says cheekily.

"Why can't you?"

Eric bursts into laughter, "oh Y/N," he tries hard to stop, but the laughter continues on as you persisting on getting an answer "let's just say that he feels much more than just your presence."

Huh? You frown, "like what?"

"That's why you gotta ask him yourself."

So you do.

On one of those nights where you are left to your own devices. You'd both stumbled into the foyer later than usual --having spent the entire day at the library due to exam season being just around the corner -- and Younghoon had fussed over providing you with hot congee, still piping hot from the stove.

The rest of the pack are already downstairs by then, as per the shouts and the screams floating up the stairs. Not that you mind when you get the kitchen all to yourself.

"Can I ask you something?" You lift the spoon to your mouth, making sure to blow softly before eating.

"Let me guess, another wolfy question?" Kevin grins.

"You're never letting this go are you?"

His grin only widens, "as long as we're together, no." He then proceeds to nudge your shoulder with his, as if prompting you to spill the beans.

"Well, you know how I feel you even if you're not physically close to me?" You slurp another spoonful of congee in your mouth, and as he nods, continues, "do you feel me too? I asked the boys about it and no one wanted to answer me."

For a minute, only silence prevails. You want to steal a glance at the said young man, but you don't dare to. Instead glueing your gaze to your bowl.

Until Kevin clears his throat, "uhm, let's just say I sense a lot more than your presence."

That is exactly what Juyeon had said and you're not letting him get away with it this time, "like what?"

The way Kevin groans has you think that there's something completely wrong with the way he senses you, and that somehow makes you uncomfortable. You shift in your seat, the heat in your cheeks taking their place as you wonder what else he's been keeping from you.

"Do I..." you try to clear your throat, "do I smell bad or something?"

"Wha--No! No not at all! That's not-- That's not it," Kevin quickly splutters out, throwing his hands up to emphasize his point, "it's just...I feel you. All of you."

"You're not giving much to work on here Kev."

"Like, I mean, I feel your emotions, I feel the way you smell, the way you move, when you're angry or nervous. I feel all that," he takes a pause, "I feel it...when you're--uh..."

"What?"

He turns away from you and somehow, he's blushing even more than you are. Your curiosity perks up.

"What, Kev?"

"I smell you."

"Yeah well you're a wolf. I hope you smell me."

"Not--Not like that, Y/N. LIke when you're..." his hand goes up to scratch the back of his neck, the other grabs his spoon as he focuses on eating the rest of his porridge. And through it all comes his mumble, "when you're ovulating."

Your jaw almost drops open, "are you serious?" Your hand instinctively goes to your tummy, "I--oh god. That must be terrible--"

"Actually," Kevin cuts your sentence off, eyes catching yours despite the embarrassment permanently etched onto his face, "I don't smell the blood. I smell--You smell...different. Like... like good different."

You're not quite sure you understand and it takes a whole minute for you to process his words.

Until you do.

Oh.

Oh.

"Y--You mean, like...in a ...desirable way? Like... like mating season?" the words tumble out of your mouth in a mere whisper but Kevin nods,

Oh. Shit.

Maybe it hadn't been the wisest question to ask at the beginning of such a relationship. It's still a long way to go before you even think of giving your flower away to this man. Despite him having been your best friend for as long as you could remember, you are currently still trying to wrap your head around the fact that this is your boyfriend, your mate. Your significant other.

It makes you giddy. It makes you scared.

You're thankful when exams season does roll around. That gives you an excuse not to drop by the boys' house anymore and if Kevin had noticed anything off about you, he hadn't asked. So you plunge headfirst into studying, favouring sleepless nights at the library and texting Kevin that sorry, you won't make it to dinner because there's still so much to learn and that he should eat without you.

That works for about two days.

On the third, he magically appears right outside your last lecture with a look that tells you that no matter what argument you're considering, he's not letting you get away with it.

He waits until you're in the library and away from most of the noisy, boisterous students from the Business Department, waits until you plonk down your things on the table before shoving the warm tupperware in your arms.

"Eat," he says simply, dragging another chair to sit opposite you.

"D'you wanna share--"

"Nah, just eat."

"Classes ended early for you?" you ask while opening the tupperware and you swear you might have drooled right then and there. Jacob's food is always exquisite and no surprise there, considering that his day job is being the head chef of the kitchen.

Tonight he's prepared some warm chop suey and a chicken grilled to perfection. Topping that off with some japanese rice that literally melts in your mouth.

"Can I like...steal Jacob?" you groan in delight as the food hits your tastebuds, "this is so good."

Kevin doesn't laugh though, only looks at you from across the table with his arms crossed over his chest and an indescribable look on his face.

You know Kevin. But this is a face you've never seen before.

It makes your heart jump nervously.

"Kev," you swallow your mouthful, "what's up? You've been spacing out."

"Did I scare you?" he blurts out.

You blink, "scare me?"

"Don't play dumb Y/N, I know when you're avoiding me," he narrows his eyes at you from across the table, "I can feel you, remember?"

A sigh escapes your lips then, causing you to place your spoon back in your dish, "it scared me, the whole "I feel you" thing. I've only been coming to terms with us being...official. I--It's hard for me to wrap my head around it. It's...It's going a little fast, Kev."

"I didn't ask you for anything, Y/N," his eyes burn with untold emotion and for some reason it makes your chest tighten uncomfortable, "I didn't ask for you to give me anything. I don't want anything from you, I hope you know that."

Swallowing hard as the tears slowly ebb through the corner of your eyes, your gaze falls to the table as you try your best not to let his words hurt you. Because Kevin is right. He hadn't done anything to scare you off, had respected your boundaries and had treated you like a queen all this time.

And after all this time, you still doubt him.

"Look. I'm trying my best to make you happy," bringing his hands to his cheeks, he rubs his face with a tiredness that makes your heart clench, "but if you don't want me to, I won't."

And before you can say anything in return, before you can tell him that he's got it all wrong, Kevin slides out of the chair, turns his back on you, and walks out of the library door.

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"I fucked up."

"From the crying that Kev's been doing the past few days, yes I'd say you fucked up pretty bad."

You shoot up from Soa's bed in alarm, "he's been crying?!"

"Uhm yes. I know I wasn't supposed to snitch," Soa bites down onto her lower lip as you quickly scramble around to look at her with wide eyes, practically horrified by her statement, "but yeah. He's been having it pretty rough. You guys are close. He feels a lot. Maybe too much."

"Shit," tears well up in your eyes as if on impulse, "shit. How did I not feel it? I'm--"

And you burst into full-fledged tears, with Soa bringing you into her arms with a 'there, there' that does nothing to help the sudden guilt washing over you.

It's been a few days after Kevin's sudden interlude into the library and though you've been practically drowning in remorse, you know your best friend -- your mate -- well enough that he'll probably wish to be alone until he manages to digest his sadness by himself. That's the way he works anyway.

So any temptation of you visiting him was thrown out of the window when you reel yourself back in. How selfish, you think to yourself in growing frustration, here he is, laying down his heart for you to do as you please, and you can barely keep up with treating him as he should be?

No. Instead, you decided to trample all over his patience and removed yourself from the situation entirely as though Kevin had been on prowl for your body when he's been anything but that.

You're not sure yourself how many times you've mumbled those words to your reflection, in hopes that somehow it would reach the said man in question.

I'm so sorry.

You wait almost a week, make sure that you've given him enough time to digest his emotions, before you go up to his house to find him.

But you're welcomed by Sunwoo and Changmin, busy playing video gamea while the rest of the pack is out doing their rounds.

"You can stay though Y/N," Sunwoo beckons you to the living room where a stack of snacks currently overflow the coffee table.

"Yeah, you're practically family now anyway," Changmin adds with a warm grin. That makes you feel slightly better, despite not having really spoken to them before this direct encounter.

"Thanks," you try not to let the emotion get to your voice as you settle next to Changmin, stuffing your face with the chips he offers you.

Thirty minutes later finds you practically engaged in the said game, shouting and jeering along with the two boys, laughing manically at the way Sunwoo fucks over and comes in last in the Mario Kart race. They let you play along with them and soon enough, you manage to forget all your worries in that particular moment.

Reality splashes in your face like icy water the moment you hear Kevin's alto at the door.

"Y/N?"

"Oh!" You jump in your seat, turning over your shoulder and taking notice of the grocery bags in Kevin's hold, Juyeon and Hyunjae in tow. They look like they came right out of grocery shopping and as the two younger boys jump up to help, you hang awkwardly by the doorway, not knowing whether you're allowed to help out in the kitchen, whether they'll even let you.

You don't miss the pointed look that Hyunjae sends your supposed mate, so after a few minutes of strained awkward small talk, Kevin bustles out and motions for you to follow him to his room.

You do so without so much as a protest.

Kevin makes sure to close the door firmly behind you, and you don't fail to notice the tension in his shoulders, the stony set of his lips. The way he avoids your eyes like you have the plague.

"What's up?" he settles against the door, still standing.

You don't know what to do. So you just stand in the middle of his room, arms hanging awkwardly at your side.

You bring them into a fold against your chest, as if making yourself smaller would help matters.

"I want to talk," you manage to murmur.

"Okay."

He just watches you, a silent signal for you to go on.

The look in his eyes, the stormy calm, it makes you uneasy.

But you know you'll have to push through. Because at the end of the day, it's Kevin that you want. And that will never change, no matter what.

So after a harsh swallow and a deep breath, you look up at his face.

"I was unfair to you. And for that, I'm sorry. It's true that I'm scared about us, and when I said that it was moving too fast, I realized that these were my own feelings. I'm scared...of moving too fast," you pause, "off loving you, so quickly."

He doesn't say anything. You blunder on blindly.

"I'm scared...of loving you. It hasn't even been a month and I'm a mess. You--you make me crazy, Kev. There's no other explanation. I'm scared I'm not enough for you. You're perfect. You give me everything and I give you absolutely nothing," tears well up in your eyes and you're quick to rub them away fiercely, hating how emotional you're getting. You continue in staggered breaths, "a-and the thing I'm most scared of is that I love you. Too much. So much. Too quickly--"

You can't help it. You break down into pieces as you feel yourself tear apart, overridden with emotion you cannot quite place. It almost seems like your entire body convulses as you crumble to your knees.

It's not fair on Kevin. You know it's not.

Especially when you feel his arms come around you in the most gentle of embraces. You hiccup, nose meeting his shoulder blade as he lets you cry into his chest.

Guilt tastes bitter on your tongue and you can't help but grab onto your best friend in an attempt to bring back some of your self control. But that all goes to the wind the moment Kevin opens his mouth to say:

"It's okay, Y/N."

You're not sure how long it takes for you to calm down until only hiccups are left. But Kevin's shirt is practically soaked through, your fingers bunched up his clothing like a child desperate for him not to let go. Shame colours your face red and you bury your nose into his chest.

"Hey," Kevin nudges you, tries pulling away. You hold on, "Y/N. Look at me, please? I just want to talk."

So you do. After a few minutes of tense hesitation, you look up into Kevin's brown orbs in fear of what you might find there.

But what makes you gasp is that his eyes are glistening with unshed tears.

He laughs softly at your horrified expression, "stop looking at me like that."

"Wh--Why are you crying?"

Lower lip trembling, Kevin releases a shaky breath and averts his eyes. His hand unconsciously finds yours in a gesture of affection, "I don't know. I guess...hearing you say that... makes me happy."

He's trying so hard not to look you in the eye but the emotion you see etched on his face is so obvious that no one could've missed it.

"I'm sorry," you murmur with another choked back sob, "I never wanted you to feel inadequate. It wasn't my intention. I didn't want to hurt you--"

"It's okay," Kevin's hand reaches up to cradle your face then, eyes slowly falling to yours and locking. And you swear you find all the answers to the questions hidden in the depths of your heart, "and you did nothing wrong, Y/N. I overreacted. I shouldn't have told you all that when I wasn't in my right mind. I guess that I--well, I didn't want to lose you."

You laugh amidst the fresh tears pooling out of your eyes, "you won't lose me, Kev. Never--"

He pulls you into him, cutting off your flow of words with one hand cradling the back of your neck and the other pressing into the side of your waist. Before you know it, you're kissing each other as though this is the last time you might get a chance to do so.

He kisses you with pent-up, fiery passion that makes your lungs ache, mouth pressing onto yours with a fervour that can only leave you gasping for more even when he parts for breath. Your hands go up to tangle into his hair, tugging down to kiss, and kiss, and kiss, until your lips turn numb and your tongues intertwine in such intimate manners you would've made anyone else blush.

At some point, you feel yourself tilting backwards to press against the floor. Kevin leans forward, mouth nibbling onto your bottom lip and causing a whimper to escape your throat. He growls low in response, hands warm as they slip underneath your shirt and mouth slipping to your jaw to leave a trail of fiery, chaste kisses along the skin there.

Your head tilts backwards on accord with a sigh of bliss and Kevin't can't help but smirk against your skin, "like that?" He hums, nipping at your neck.

"Shut up," squirming and pulling him even closer to your neck, your hands take a life of their own; slipping under your mate's shirt to trace over his spine. He shudders, hissing at the delicious contact before suckling along your collarbone and relishing in the soft moan rolling off your tongue.

"So pretty," his murmur is warm, nose nuzzling your jaw in affection. You're not done yet though, yanking him up by his shirt to crash your lips against his once more and making him groan.

You're all warm and soft and alive, vibrating with so much heat beneath him. He kisses you once more, tongue slipping past your lips with another moan of his and hips rolling into yours. You gasp out his name and he swears he's never felt so close to paradise. If only he can just tear everything away and just take you--

Stop.

He wrenches himself away, breathless and averting his gaze to the floor. Inside him, his wolf is quaking, forcing its way out to the surface and Kevin has to clutch his chest, hands finding purchase onto the floor in an attempt to restrain the heat curling in his belly.

Shit. Shit. Shit. No. Breathe. Control. Control, Kevin.

"Kev?"

He hears your voice like a dim echo at the back of hjs mind. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he hears it again.

"Kevin? You okay?"

Finally. Finally, he opens his eyes to the floor. Swallows hard.

The desire. The lust...is gone for now.

"Y-Yeah," he takes a shaky breath, brushes his hair back with his hand only to notice he is sweating bullets. Slowly, his gaze makes its way back to yours, "sorry... I'm okay."

He sees the questions in your eyes, but you decide to drop the situation and for that, he's grateful. Instead, your hand rests upon his elbow in a gesture of comfort, one that he seeks by allowing his head to lean on your shoulder with a heavy sigh.

"What was that about?" You ask as your hand goes to smooth over his locks.

Kevin hesitates, before murmuring out, "it's hard to--to control him...sometimes."

Your hand pauses. "You mean...your wolf?"

Kevin nods. Somewhere deep inside him, his wolf purrs at the attention. Shut up, boy.

To his surprise though, you let out a small laugh, "what a wild boy."

That's because I am! His wolf yips as Kevin rolls his eyes, "don't encourage him. He loves when you give him attention."

"Does he now?" You start ruffling his hair like you would a dog and it takes every single nerve in him not to croon at your feet, "what a good boy."

"Shut--Shut up Y/N," Kevin mutters, though he leans deeper into your touch with flaming red cheeks.

You think you can live this way. Everything feels so right, even as Kevin straightens to wrap you in his arms instead. It's like the missing hole in your heart finally makes sense, to be filled with nothing else but Kevin's love.

You can go on forever listening to Kevin's heartbeat.

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A/N: alrighttt so i originally planned that there would be only 3 parts but i wrote so much that I'll need a 4th part to wrap it up hehe. So yes! Part 4 is gonna come soon! Xx

Thank you all for your support

[bookwyrminspiration]

do you think fitz would've found sophie without black swan sending alden the newspaper?

Oh not at all. I don't think Alden or Fitz would've found Sophie or even gotten close without direction from the newspaper. I have absolutely no faith in their methods and 100% think she would've stayed undiscovered until the Black Swan acted no matter how long they searched.

Alden says in the first book when talking to Quinlin that they'd "ruled out that area years ago" when referring to San Diego. So whatever method they were using to search for Sophie clearly didn't work, as their screening/searching methods were literally in the area Sophie lived in and they ruled it out. They got it wrong and moved on. The path they were on, they were set to search the entire world and not only not find her, but be back at square one. Because if she existed--and Alden believed she did--then they'd have to start all over and change things. And they'd have no way of knowing if their methods were working until they found her. Who knows how many times they would've searched the globe, if we're assuming it's even possible?

There's also the fact that at the time Mr. Forkle was protecting Sophie, so he would've been actively working against their methods--and Alden didn't account for that in his search! he said that he "should've known they'd have their most skilled operative protecting you" or something along those lines at the end of book one. He was searching under the assumption that Sophie was out there on her own with no defenses, but she was being protected.

Alden's methods would've never found Sophie. I find it hard to believe it ever would've been successful given that they failed and weren't even accurate to the situation (meaning they excluded the possibility of her being protected).

The Black Swan were very thorough and had the advantage in this situation. Given that they knew to send the newspaper, they knew Alden was searching. They were on top of this situation in practically every possible way. Alden, though trying and genuinely meaning well, simply wasn't up to the task.

I firmly believe that without the newspaper, Alden and Fitz never would've found her and she would've stayed in the Forbidden Cities until the Black Swan decided otherwise. I mean, 12 years worth of searching--Sophie's entire lifetime--and then within like a week of the newspaper they find her? They had to be led to her, they weren't going to find her on their own.

Alden said something like "I only found you when they led me to you," I think. I don't have as clear a memory of this quote but I think it's when Sophie and Alden are talking after the tribunal about the quintessence in book one.

As hard as they tried, it wasn't going to happen.

[ridiasfangirlings]

Fushimi having to spend more time with Dewa and Chitose (—> mission supposed to be short but ended up being longer then expected ) this leads to pre/post traitor talk and general exploration of each ‘s personality .

Oh this would be kinda interesting, Fushimi getting to spend some time with Homra alphabet boys that he knew pre-betrayal and now getting to know them again post-betrayal. Especially because you know pre-betrayal Fushimi likely didn't make much of an effort at all to get to know anyone in Homra but even so he did spend some time with them and they did have at least a formed opinion about him. Like imagine post-ROK Homra and Scepter 4 are working together on some mission. Fushimi ends up assigned to do some sort of stakeout with Chitose and Dewa, it's supposed to only be a couple hours but then something happens and now the they have to maintain position well into the night. They're set up inside like a hotel room, the three of them with a camera set watching the outside and it must be the most awkward thing, Chitose and Dewa on one side of the room and Fushimi on the other staring fixedly at his PDA and trying to pretend he's alone.

Eventually Chitose can't take the silence anymore and he's like so Fushimi you hook up with anyone lately. Dewa glares at him and then there's this frigid silence as Fushimi looks at Chitose over his PDA before clicking his tongue in disgust. Chitose sighs and is like come on we're stuck here for the next few hours at least, we might as well catch up it's been a while. Fushimi's like I don't remember us ever being close and Chitose's like well we were in the same clan weren't we. Fushimi clicks his tongue again and this time Dewa speaks up as he says he's aware they were never close but even so, they did think of Fushimi as their comrade who left. Fushimi mutters that he didn't think they'd be interested in talking to a traitor and Chitose's like oh come on, Dewa adds that Fushimi's using Yata's words now rather than speaking for all of them. Fushimi looks back up and Dewa says they played along with the traitor thing for Yata's sake but it was different than that wasn't it. He knows Mikoto never thought of Fushimi as a traitor and he always assumed if Mikoto didn't think Fushimi was a traitor then there must have been something more right. Chitose thinks Fushimi should've just said so if that was the case, rather than causing all this mess, and finally Fushimi sighs and gives this low '...I didn't belong there.'

Chitose's like see now we're getting somewhere and Dewa wonders what Fushimi means, Fushimi irritably runs a hand through his hair and looks out the window as he says he wasn't like the rest of them. Dewa thinks that's a bit reductive, he doesn't see himself as quite like the other Homra alphabet boys but that doesn't mean he doesn't belong in Homra either. It seems to him that Fushimi didn't want to fit in, and never gave anyone else the chance to prove otherwise. That gets Fushimi annoyed, like you don't know anything about me. Chitose fires back that Fushimi doesn't know much about them either right, Fushimi clicks his tongue and says he doesn't bother to learn about idiots. Chitose shrugs like I might be an idiot but I know who my comrades are, Dewa steps between and says that they shouldn't fight – but also Chitose is right, isn't he, that Fushimi never bothered to learn about them so they never bothered to learn about him. He wonders if Scepter 4 has been different and Fushimi actually hesitates before he admits that it is, a little. Dewa smiles slightly and says that's a start, we've got plenty of time so we may as well try to understand each other a bit better this time around.

[rafesgfs]

side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."