#and amy slowly letting her in because she couldn't not

[laurentpark]

She — Yoo Jimin

pairing: yandere! karina x reader

summary: you just wanted to surprise your girlfriend for her hard work, but once you stepped foot at her home, you were the one surprised instead.

genre: dark romance

warnings: yandere themes, obsession, manipulation, mentions of blood, minor death, joe goldberg and amy dunne references because we love hot villains.

a/n: we honestly need more yandere content so i wrote this (this doesn't mean i condone this behavior in real life. its creepy and its weird, but keep in mind this is only fiction. just words. nothing real.)

"This is not what it looks like."

You just wanted to surprise her. You really did. She deserved it after working so hard and got a promotion of her job while still making time for you and your relationship.

So you bought her a cake and dozens of gifts before driving all the way to her neighborhood.

With a wide smile plastered on your face, you pulled out the spare key to her home.

She gave it to you as a gift on your anniversary, so you could come to her place at any time and be welcomed.

Once you heard the doorknob click, you opened the door and wasn't welcomed by your girlfriend but rather a scream.

Your eyes laid on your friend on the ground, bloody.

"P-please, Jimin! Have mercy on me!"

"You're taking so much of her time and attention and expect me to show you mercy? Don't be so stupid."

The cake that you held dropped to the ground once you witnessed one of your closest friend get stabbed to the death by none other than the love of your life.

Once Jimin heard a loud thud, she furrows her brows and looked up, to see her precious girlfriend look at her with a shock and scared expression.

She widens her eyes seeing your figure and stands up with her hands on the air.

"This is not what it looks like."

Your girlfriend, Jimin tries to tell you, dropping the bloody knife she once held in her hand but your brain couldn't even process the words she was saying as you become frozen in place.

Tears start to well up on your eyes and cover your mouth with your hand, shaking in fear.

"Sweetheart..." She cooes, slowly walking over to you but you take a step back.

"What...did you d-do?" Your voice cracks, still in utter disbelief on what your girlfriend did to your friend.

"Trust me when I say I didn't want to do it, sweetheart." She says rather softly. "But I couldn't help it. He was taking you away from me and I couldn't let that happen."

"So you killed him?!" You raise your voice at her out of anger. "He's dead Jimin! Why did you- What am I- You could go to jail for this!"

There were millions of things your brains was thinking of and you started to panic. Your body's starting to shake anymore as you bit your nails. However, your girlfriend shook her head and walks towards you before reaching out to you.

"No I'm won't, sweetheart." She holds you closely, gently stroking your hair as you continued to cry over her shoulder. "Shh, don't cry. I'll clean this up...aww, did you buy me a cake?"

She notices the cake on the ground, ruined, as well as other gifts you were supposed to give to her.

"I'm sorry for shocking you, sweetheart but I'll make it up to you." She grabs you by the shoulders, forcing you to look at her before wiping your tears away. "I'll clean this entire mess up while you can go to my bedroom and decide what movie we're going to watch, okay?"

You look at her in disbelief before pushing her away. Jimin stumbles and looks at you confused as you sniffled and wipe your tears away.

Jimin narrows her eyes before pinning you to the wall, grabbing you by the jaw with one hand while you struggled against her.

"Why did you push me?" Her tone was cold and demanded an answer.

You scoff at her, "You're crazy if you think if I can continue being with you after you just killed my friend Karina!"

Karina.

She despised you calling her that name and she knew, you knew that. Her name's Jimin. Only those who feared and didn't know her personally called her Karina.

Her jaw clenches and her grip on your jaw becomes much more stronger.

"Ow!"

"What do you mean?" She looks at you with a cold stare. "What do you mean you can't continue being with me?"

"You're insane, Karina! I can't-"

"Don't call me that name." She presses you harder agaist the wall and her grip on you becomes much more tighter making you wince in pain. "You can't call me that name. Not you."

"Just let me go." You begged her, tears rapidly flowing down your cheeks. "Just let me go and I'll forget this ever happened. Let me go and I won't ever report this to the police."

"Let you go?" She raises a brow. "You expect me to let you go? After everything I've done for you? I killed for you, who else can say that?"

"You killed my friend." You cry out. "I don't want that. You crossed the line and I'm leaving you because of it."

"There's not a line I wouldn't cross for you." She grits her teeth before softening her face. "Please Y/N. I love you."

She starts to press kisses on your neck. Your breathing starts to get heavier, fearing what she might do to you. You make eye contact with her and she has this soft yet insane look on her eyes.

"You drive me crazy, sweetheart. I can't let you go, never in a million years. I love you."

This moment. This was the moment where you realize there was nothing you could do but accept her love and apology or else she will do something to put you on your place without regret.

"I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you..." She says continuesly, still pressing wet kisses on your neck. As you stood there. Frozen.

You were stuck with her for life and there is nothing you could do about it without getting hurt.

"Say it back."

You lock eyes with her, her cold eyes staring to your soul, telling you to do it or suffer the consequences of your action

"I..." You pause as her nails dig on your skin, waiting for your answer.

"I love you too."

She smiles in victory after hearing your answer but still didn't let go of you, only loosening her grip.

"You're mine, sweetheart. You're never getting rid of me."

She declares before crashing her lips on yours, without a care in the world if she could taste the saltiness of your tears.

You were hers. Forever. Whether you liked or not.

#karina #karina x reader #kpop x reader #kpop #aespa #aespa x reader #kpop imagines #aespa imagines #yoo jimin #karina imagines #yandere kpop #yandere karina x reader #yandere karina

[toji-girl]

sugary sweet | k. nanami

tags: fem reader + you wear lip gloss and such + age gap (you mid 20's & him early 30's) + oc! friends + weed and wine + I had this sitting in my drafts for a while

The apartment complex Kento rented a year prior was one of the best decisions he made in his life, it was quaint and on the corner with his favorite bakery so it never took him long to grab his food. 

But now he finds himself dreading coming home because he knows he'd catch a glimpse of you, doe eyes, a soft smile, and a body he wanted to explore. You're younger than him he knows this much. 

However, that didn't deter him from thinking about you.

You're the devil trying to tempt him into sin with the way you bat your eyelashes at him, your lips turning into a pout when all you get from him is a tight smile. "Mr. Nanami! How are you? I'm sorry If my party kept you up late last night. It didn't, did it?" You asked when he stepped on the second floor with his keys in one hand, your glossed lips set in a soft smile as his eyes raked you in slowly and subtly.  

He stood at the ledge keeping his face neutral as your eyes shifted from the keys that he twirled between his fingers and his eyes that spoke of a tiredness that even a month's worth of sleep couldn't fix, with a soft smile waiting for his answer. 

"I'm fine, and it didn't, but you might want to keep it down still. The walls are thin." He hummed and unlocked his front door. 

Kento left you standing there when he stepped inside his apartment thinking about his comment, you sighed and glanced at his door wondering how you break his walls down while getting ready for work you stepped into your own territory and left for your evening shift. 

It was only a few times you saw him in the beginning, the first two months you could count on both hands how many times you spoke, and each time he stonewalled you, but sometimes you were able to make him smile which in turn made your blood run hot with curiosity. 

"Mr. Nanami!" Kento's shoulders tensed when he heard your syrupy sweet voice call out his name as you bounded up the stairs with grocery bags in your hands, you looked so naive but he knew you were anything but, it was just a front you put on for other people. 

He paused and left his keys hanging from his front door. "Everything okay? I told you that you could call me Kento." His tone was a bit warmer this time around, a clear sign you've broken down his walls. 

There was still a high guard up, but you'll take what you can get. "Kento, sorry, I was letting you know that I'm having a few friends over, and we'll keep it down this time." You told him warmly with a smile so sweet that he was sure rotted your teeth. 

That's when he noticed your lips were glossed again with a clear glitter, pouting and perfect. His mind drifted away for only a moment. 

His eyebrows furrowed first then smoothed out quickly relieving himself of the thoughts. "Thank you for telling me, have a good evening." With that he ended the conversation with the soft click of his door when he locked it, putting another wall up between you. 

All night, Kento could hear your giggling and hushed warnings to the people who were loud enough for him to hear every single detail. 

Mai wasn't happy in her marriage. Ema was thinking about sleeping with her best friend and classmate who has a girlfriend. Ami wanted to quit her job because her husband's sister, whom she doesn't like started working there. 

It was hard to ignore, and he couldn't deny that he was curious as to what happened next and heard you give honest advice to each friend. 

There was some crying, and another wine bottle popped open, making him wonder just how thin the walls actually were. Now came the questioning of your love life, or lack thereof. 

"I'm not looking for anything. Being single is nice, you know? But I will say I have a very cute neighbor, his name is Na-Kento. He's cute. Dark and very mysterious, older too and rugged." You gushed warmly.

He could hear the other women giggle and push you for more information when a heavy aroma of marijuana wafted into his apartment followed by more of your cute giggles. "What if he hears me saying how I want to bounce myself stupid on his dick?" 

"We could ask him! Let's get our friend laid!" Mai crooned. 

Kento listened to the shuffle of feet and the women trying to shush you, drunk and high they didn't think about tomorrow as they pushed you out of your apartment and watched as you knocked on his door. 

With a huff, he removed himself from his couch wondering why you had to move next door to him, and it's not that he hates you, if anything it's the complete opposite, now you've latched onto him.

It's a burning lust that consumed him whole, anytime he sees you his dick starts to think for itself, the way you smell so sweet like a freshly baked vanilla cake, and that made him want to have a taste of you.  

Your group of friends watched as the door was pulled open revealing Kento in a soft white shirt and plaid pj pants with socks covering his feet. Ema pushed you forward with a giggle. "Kento - I'm so sorry about this, I said we'd be quiet and here I am, anyway sorry, good night!" You called out and scurried back into your apartment with them. 

Embarrassment coursed through your veins as you rubbed your face and flopped on the couch.

Kento still had no choice but to listen to your conversation until the four of you passed out tangled up on your couch until the next morning you woke up with a pounding headache and regrets.

#tw: weed #tw: wine #kento x reader #kento nanami x reader #kento nanami x you #kento nanami x y/n #jjk nanami #jujutsu kaisen nanami #nanami kento #jjk x reader

[lesbianrobin]

lesbianrobin fic scraps #2: the saltwater room

Steve feels warm.

He doesn't feel much else. Just warm. Like somebody's tucked him in, maybe a little too tight, or a lot too tight, because now that he thinks about it, there's a lot of pressure on the right side of his body.

He blinks his eyes open. It takes a surprising amount of effort, but he does it.

Wherever Steve is lying, it’s comfortable, but it's not home. It's not Tommy's place, either. All he sees is wood. Wooden beams, wood paneling, a wood bookshelf that nearly blends into the wall. The air is crisp and cool, and he feels a breeze. Steve means to keep looking around the room, but when he turns his head to find the source of the breeze, he feels something shift on his chest, and looks down to find a head of tangled light brown hair.

Huh.

That doesn't look like Amy. Or Laurie. Or Becky. It doesn't even look like Nancy Wheeler, which was a long shot anyway seeing as Steve's barely even worked up the nerve to talk to her, but Steve can’t figure out where the hell he is or why the hell he's here, so a bit of wishful thinking can’t hurt. Whoever she is, she's snuggling him pretty fiercely. Her face is pressed into his chest, arm wrapped snugly around him, her whole body half on top of him and their legs intertwined. They’re in bed, both tucked underneath a red patterned quilt.

Why can't he remember this girl? Steve's never done anything like this. He's had relatively brief relationships and one or two friendly hook-ups, but never with some girl he didn't even know, and he'd never gotten so fucked up that he couldn't remember anything in the morning.

Steve tries to shift her gently off him, and immediately lets out a high involuntary keen as burning pain shoots through his torso.

His body is screaming, stop, danger, wrong, something is wrong. The girl is shifting around now, but Steve can't even begin to speak to her, because his mouth won't form words. All he can do is gasp. It's like someone's taken a burning poker and jabbed it into his chest, then stuck another three or four into his stomach for good measure.

“Steve?”

She sounds hoarse. Her voice doesn’t spark any recognition. Even when she sits up and Steve meets her eyes, sees so much emotion in them that it frightens him almost as much as the pain, he doesn’t recognize her. She’s pretty, though, really pretty, and he tries to focus on her wide blue eyes and precious little freckles because they’re a better thing to focus on than the burning tearing screaming sensation slowly consuming his entire body.

“Shh, it’s okay, I’m here,” she says, like that should be enough in itself to calm him down. She runs a hand through his hair, speaking so quickly that she nearly trips over her own words, “It’s okay, Eddie is okay, Max is okay, everyone is okay! Well, you’re not okay, obviously, uh…” She swallows, glances away, and calls, “EL! HOPPER! SOMEONE!”

The only Hopper Steve knows is the police dude who directs traffic sometimes at school events and tells them not to do drugs. Are the police here? That would make sense, seeing as he feels like he’s been stabbed or maybe shot. But then why isn’t he in the hospital?

“You’ve been out a whole day, Steve, God, I was so fucking scared and I kept thinking you had brain damage and you know you can’t afford any more brain damage or you’ll just turn into a vegetable and I thought that I had lost you and they kept saying we couldn’t take you to the hospital because they wouldn’t know what to do and I thought at least the hospital would know something more than we would, like they could give you food through a tube or whatever if you didn’t wake up, but then I thought about how much you hate the hospital and you hate your house too and I thought that if you had to die you would rather die here because if you turned into a ghost then—”

“Buckley,” a gruff voice interjects, and the girl flings herself back, standing above the bed and chewing on her thumbnail. Steve misses the weight of her next to him.

Somebody leans over him, brushing his hair off his forehead with a large, warm hand, and it looks a little bit like Hopper the cop, but, like, older and balder. Maybe it had been longer than Steve thought since their last “don’t drink and drive” assembly.

“Sorry,” the girl, Buckley, mumbles around her thumb, “I didn’t actually think you were gonna die, honestly, I knew you would be okay because you’re you and you can’t die without me. I’d kill you.”

Hopper the cop frowns above Steve. “You in pain, kid?”

Steve tries to nod. He isn’t sure if he succeeds, but he definitely gets out a pathetic whimper, to which Hopper nods.

“We’re gonna get you some meds, alright? Just relax.”

More voices float in from… somewhere.

“He’s awake!”

“Oh, shit, is he alright?”

“Steve!”

He doesn’t recognize any of them. Not a single fucking one. Steve screws his eyes shut, and he can feel his breaths coming faster and faster. Each one seems to increase the pain, make his body shake apart at the seams, and then there’s a hand in his hair again, stroking, and it helps, just a little bit, just enough that he feels human again.

“Shh,” he hears, that same charming voice that goes with the blue eyes and little freckles. “You’re okay, your kids are alright. They were just worried about you, idiot, and now they’re going to go back into the living room like good little children so you can rest in peace.”

“He’s not fucking dead,” a male voice says with disgust.

“Rest without a bunch of children in the room,” Buckley says, “Whatever, scram.”

“You’re barely older,” a different male voice says, and then Steve hears Hopper say, “Everybody but Buckley out. Now.”

Buckley. Steve likes Buckley. He likes the way her hand rakes softly through his hair. She seems a bit manic and overly friendly, and maybe they had a one-night stand that he can’t remember, maybe she threw a party and Steve just got stabbed in her house, but something about her is comforting, her frantic energy overlaying the fire in his skin and cooling it a bit, pulling him out of his own head just enough that he can’t get lost in it.

“Your dealer friend is trying to get you something good for those bites, kid,” Hopper says, “But in the meantime, we got some Tylenol crushed up for you.”

Dealer? Steve isn’t friends with any dealers. He isn’t friends with any of these people.

“I’m gonna help you sit up, alright?”

Hopper helping him sit up basically just means that Steve does his best not to sob while Hopper lifts him into a sitting position. He lets the man manipulate him like a rag doll, because what else can he do? Each movement sends shockwaves through his body, sharp bursts of pain that leave him dizzy and panting by the time he’s upright.

“Here,” Buckley says, and there’s that comforting weight on the bed, against his back this time, coaxing him to lean back against her. “Here, I even got it in a sippy cup with a straw for you, little Stevie.”

Eyes still squeezed shut, because acknowledging that he has no goddamn clue where he is right now does not help with the spinning in his head, Steve feels a straw press against his lips, and he lets it happen. Sips the Gatorade with crushed Tylenol through a straw, leans back against Buckley, focuses on her hand in his hair and her chest against his back and her breath on his ear.

“There you go,” she says gently, soothingly, and she’s a random stranger but Steve thinks that he might love her more than anyone else in the world. “You’ll be back on your feet in no time, buddy, we got you the extra-strength Tylenol.”

Steve laughs. It sends another wave of stabbing pains through his body, but what doesn’t?

“Just rest,” she says, “Just rest, okay?”

So he does.

He keeps his eyes closed while Buckley rambles. She seems like she might have a few screws loose. He lets her talk, though, because her voice is nice. He doesn't listen to the words. Sometimes she says his name, says Dustin and Eddie and Max and a dozen other names he doesn't recognize, but he doesn't say anything and she doesn't seem to expect him to.

She does make him finish his drugged Gatorade. He doesn't notice much of a difference.

After what must be at least fifteen minutes, she says, “Steve?”

He tries to speak, but all that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic wheeze.

“Sorry, don't try to talk,” she says, “Your throat was crushed by those vines and then you just kept talking and I should have thought to tell you to stop, especially when you started coughing 'cause of all those weird extradimensional spores we kept breathing, but I was—”

Steve tries to turn and his sides scream, but he manages to crane his neck awkwardly and look at her in disbelief.

“What?”

He tries to communicate what the fuck are you talking about through his eyes.

“Do you…” Buckley frowns at him furrowing her eyebrows. “You remember being in the Upside Down, right?”

Huh?

“The… the lake? You remember diving in the lake?”

Steve shakes his head. He hasn't been to the lake in… well, he isn't sure how long, but it's been a while. Right? Has it been awhile? When is it, anyway? It's… shit, Steve can't even think of a month.

Her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh.”

Steve tries to communicate I don't know what's happening and I'm really fucking scared through his eyes, and he isn't expecting to get much from it, but Buckley immediately begins stroking his hair again like she understood.

“It's okay, it's okay,” she soothes, though her tone seems somewhat frenzied, “It's gonna be okay. Uh, let me just… I'm just gonna list some things, and you shake yes or no if you remember them, okay?”

He nods. Yes.

“Okay, uh, shopping at War Zone?”

No.

“Going to the Creel House?”

Huh?

“Uh, the murder on TV?”

What?

Buckley seems agitated. “...Working at Family Video?”

No.

She screws her eyes shut and takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly before opening them. Her eyes seem bluer than before. Maybe because they're wet.

“Scoops Ahoy?”

No.

Buckley lets out a small wounded noise, then, claps a hand over her mouth like he's just said something terrible. Maybe he has. The things she's listing don't make sense, but when Steve reaches out past the pain, focuses on his body, it doesn't feel quite the same. Something has changed, and all of these people seem to know him, and he's starting to think that he's missing something big.

“What's my name?”

Buckley, Steve mouths, and he can see her heart break.

“Robin,” she croaks, “I'm your… My name is Robin.”

Robin. It suits her. Pretty name for a pretty girl.

“Thank you.”

What?

“You don't know this yet, but I can read your mind. Not in, like, a superpower way. In a best friend way. Usually you can read mine, too. You were thinking it suits me.”

Oh. Yeah.

“I'm about to yell, alright?”

Why would she—

“ELEVEN!”

Steve flinches.

“I warned you.”

She did. In a best friend way, she said. Best friends. Steve's stomach feels weird.

A teenage girl with a buzzcut suddenly enters his field of view, frowning. Her eyes are dark and intense, focused on him even as Robin says, “Something is wrong.”

The girl (Eleven? That doesn't make any sense.) squints at Steve. “Wrong?”

“He doesn't know me. El, he… his memories, he doesn't…” Robin trails off, getting choked up. She sounds genuinely devastated. If Steve didn't know any better he'd think she was in love with him or something, but he would know, right? Even if he was in some terrible accident and got amnesia, he would remember falling in love.

El stares at him, appraising for a moment, and then: “Close your eyes. Sleep.”

Something about her presence is commanding. Not intimidating, not like his father, but powerful, like he imagines a famous person might be. She seems like she knows what she's doing.

Steve closes his eyes.

He dreams.

At least, he thinks he dreams. He could be hallucinating. It feels like he's floating through a kaleidoscope, broken bits and pieces of things that feel important swirling around and inside of him. Everything is bathed in this pretty shade of orange and the air smells like an ice cream shop, sweet and light and comforting. The sounds surrounding him keep changing. A hysterical laugh. The screeching of brakes. Soft moans. The squeak of rubber against a hard floor. “Girls on Film” thumping underneath small voices, something like beads clinking together, a strange thrumming buzz worming its way inside his head as images float in and out of his vision. Dark curls. Freckles dusted on the bridge of a small nose. Neon lights. Flashing, then, not neon, they're Christmas lights, lighting up a dim floral wallpaper. Light dancing through the water, one solid beam of red. Light everywhere, around him, inside of him, and it's red, flashing, solid, flashing, red.

Eventually the red gives way to green. It's blotchy, blended. Camouflage. Steve swears he can feel a hand in his, but he doesn't think he even has a hand right now. He isn't a person anymore, he's the kaleidoscope, like he's one of those little teddy bears at the state fair where you pick up the skin and then stuff it yourself. He's stuffed with shiny bathroom tiles and thunder and a gummy smile and deep voices speaking in an angry language that he can't identify, with the gleam of nails against solid wood and smooth skin underneath his fingertips and leaves crunching underfoot and small yellow wheels rattling against pavement and the taste of butterscotch mixed with something bitter and metallic.

One second he's a kaleidoscope and the next he's Steve. All he sees is the familiar reddish-brown of sunlight filtered through closed eyelids.

A young girl's voice. “El?”

A man this time. “What's wrong?”

“His mind is… broken,” a different female voice says hesitantly. El. Eleven. “I tried to find the memory. Like Robin said. The bathroom. But I got lost.”

“But that doesn't mean his mind is broken,” Robin says behind him. He's still pressed against her chest, her arms still holding him securely. “He's just… you just got lost.”

“I could not find the train tracks or the Christmas at Mike's. I found basketball, but it was… old. Steve was young. Not what Lucas said to look for.”

“Well, maybe he just forgot,” a boy says, “Maybe those things… maybe they just weren't important enough.”

“They were,” Robin says, “I know they were, but that… how could they just be gone?”

“Not gone. I think Steve is lost,” El says. “Things…went. With the goo. Henry. One. He made them.”

“The bats?”

“Yes. They are part of him.”

“Oh,” somebody breathes, “And then the bats got the goo inside of Steve.”

“Eugh,” a man says, “Can we not say it like that?”

“I… I thought I fixed him.” El's voice wavers.

“You did, El, you saved—”

“No,” she insists. “Not all of him. I think he is missing parts. He is… small. Broken.”

“If he doesn't remember Christmas…” a female voice says, and that one's familiar, it's… “That was back in 1983.”

Nancy Wheeler. Why is Nancy Wheeler here? None of this makes sense, not a goddamn word of anything they're saying, back in 1983 like it isn't 1983 anymore, but for some reason Nancy Wheeler's voice makes it real. This isn't a dream. If he was dreaming of Nancy Wheeler, it wouldn't be like this. God, Steve couldn't dream of something so confusing and terrifying if he tried.

“Dingus,” Robin whispers suddenly, “You're pretending to sleep, right?”

He must be Dingus. Steve cracks one eye open. Robin smiles down at him, but it seems strained.

“Got any questions?”

He opens both eyes, hoping that Robin can still read his mind. Are you kidding?

“Yeah, stupid question,” Robin says. “Uh, the gist is that it's 1986 and you're my best friend and we cuddle like this sometimes but we're platonic with a capital 'P' and you and Nancy dated but it's over but she maybe still has feelings for you—”

“Robin!”

Nancy Wheeler looks different. Her hair is different, and her clothes are weird, the colors too bright and the lines too sharp, but her face is different, too. Steve can't put a finger on why, but she almost looks old. She also looks extremely alarmed.

“—and she's dating Jonathan who's right there so I shouldn't have said that, I'm so sorry, but in my defense you guys broke up after she had already slept with him so really it's sort of like karma if you think about it which sounds mean, but I'm really not judging anyone involved, it was a complicated situation because monsters are real.”

Before Steve can even begin to process that statement, there's a loud BANG from outside of the room, and a male voice triumphantly calls, “I got the drugs!”

#em talks #lesbianrobin.ficscraps

[d1xonss]

Desert Rose

Chapter 5 ~ Decisions

✧ Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Rose

✧ Era : Season 1

✧ Word Count : 3.8k

In this chapter ~ After the camp was attacked by a large group of walkers, the next day didn't seem to be any easier. Every member was forced to clear out all the dead bodies that surrounded the space, before finding out the devastating news that someone had been bit during all the chaos the night before. But, Rick seemed to have a plan. One that would make or break everything.

The night was long and dreadful as I didn't get any sleep, none at all. I couldn't stop thinking about Amy and how I might've been able to save her if I was just a little bit quicker. If I had just looked up a little sooner. Or maybe if I didn't waste any time with throwing the knife at its skull, it wouldn't have bitten her at all, not even given the chance. All this thinking was making my headache grow but I couldn't do anything about it other than push through the pain, though not even that stopped my spiraling thoughts. Not being around others for the longest time made me somewhat forget what it's like to lose them. However, watching someone die right in front of you is something you won't forget and will stay with you forever. That's something I learned the hard way.

We all immediately didn't waste time and started to clean up the walker bodies in complete silence as the sun came up into a new day. I was taking my knife and stabbing their heads, one after another to make sure they were all really dead before we pushed them towards the giant pile we had made. Not long after I started, Daryl appeared beside me and only silently followed my lead with a pickaxe held tightly in his hands, swinging it down aggressively on the skulls.

He didn't say a word to me as we worked side by side, but nodded towards me the second he caught my eye in greeting to be polite. His actions threw me off, but I wasn't about to complain. If I was being honest I kind of liked that he didn't talk much because I didn't either, and I wasn't really in the mood to have an awkward conversation right now. But a conversation that was happening close by to where we were working, quickly caught my attention as I looked up.

"She's just been sitting there all night," Lori said, looking towards Andrea who was still holding Amy close to her, numb to the world around her as nothing else seemed to matter.

"Did she get any sleep?" Shane asked.

"Would you?" Rick countered back, his worry only increasing the longer he stared at her, "I'll go talk to her." he offered.

I followed him with my eyes as he slowly approached her with the intention to not only try and talk to her, but try to break the news that we would need to move Amy soon. She still hadn't turned, but it was only a matter of time before she did and the others were worried that she would attack Andrea the first chance she got. But my opinion was to just let her be for now, needing to mourn the death that had hit her so hard. It was far from anyone else's business.

But the moment she heard Rick walking closer from behind her, she didn't hesitate to pull out her gun and aim it right at his head before he could take another step. My body tensed a little when I watched how escalated the interaction became, and the look in her eyes made me question if she was actually going to do it.

"I know how safety works." she snapped.

Rick simply raised his hands in surrender, not saying a word as he backed off slowly. She then hesitantly lowered the weapon and turned around back to her sister, instant tears streaming down her face once more. I just watched her as the guilt came back to me and I felt my eyes sting slightly, but I quickly pulled myself together because the last thing I needed was these people seeing me cry. Especially over something that I couldn't control.

"Ya alright?" a voice said from beside me.

I turned to see Daryl looking at me with an expression on his face that I couldn't quite read. This man confused me, going back and forth between snapping and speaking to me softly, truly never knowing his next move. And it was especially frustrating when I couldn't tell what he was thinking, or what his intention was whenever he opened his mouth. It annoyed me slightly.

"I'm fine." I brushed off, looking back in front of me as I bent down to stab another walker in the head.

A few moments of silence passed as I felt him staring at me, before he spoke again, "Ya sure? Looks like...Ed beat ya pretty bad." he said, his voice dropping drastically.

I sighed, "I'm okay. I think I might have a concussion but other than that I'm fine." I replied.

"Ya shouldn't be out here workin in the heat if ya have a concussion." he said matter-of-factly.

But I simply shrugged, "I want to help." I said.

He studied me for another moment or two before nodding in understanding. I only needed to know the man for a few seconds to know that if he was the one with a head injury, he would be right out in the heat helping as well. Which is why I assumed he kept his mouth shut until the first place.

After the unnecessary distraction, I bent down again to stab another walker in the head, when I stopped dead in my tracks the second I realized who it was. At first it was hard to tell and make out through all the blood coating his face, but his beat up state almost instantly gave him away. It was Ed. The sight threw me off for a second and a part of me wanted to laugh at the karma that slapped his bitch ass in the face, but a quiet voice coming from the other side of me made me stop myself.

"Let me do it." Carol pleaded, in a voice barely above a whisper.

I turned to look at her with a soft expression and I almost declined without a second thought. She didn't have to do this, she shouldn't have to do this.

She saw I was about to protest and shook her head, "Please, he's my husband."

I slowly nodded seeing her persistence, slightly backing away while Daryl handed her his pickaxe from beside me. We watched as she hesitated for a moment, holding the weapon over her shoulder as she looked down at him sadly, before swinging down harshly with a loud crack. For a moment I thought she would stop there, but that first swing only woke something inside of her as she began hitting him over and over again, more anger and rage coming out of her with each slam of the blade. It surprised me, but it didn't at the same time. I mean this was the man who beat her constantly, who made her feel worthless and weak for God only knows how long, leaving her building everything up inside.

She eventually came to a stop as his head was completely smashed in, her breathing heavy as she contained herself again and kept her remaining composure. She turned back towards us with a barely noticeable smile, handing the weapon back to Daryl as she muttered a small "thanks." before walking back off to find her daughter.

Once she was nearly out of sight, I looked at Daryl with concern in my eyes and he seemed to only look back at me the same way. But there was something different about the gaze he held, something telling me that his concern wasn't for the grieving widow.

But before I had a chance to dwell on it further, Jacqui's loud yell cut through the air and brought everyone's attention to her as she screamed. "A walker got him! A walker bit Jim!"

My stomach dropped upon hearing that, and none of us hesitated as we all ran over to the man who was now holding a shovel to protect himself from us. His eyes were filled with fear as everyone began to slowly crowd around him at a exaggerating pace, sweat beating down on his pale skin from the scorching hot sun and the nerves of us all finding out his secret.

"Show it to us." Daryl demanded with a pointed finger.

But Jim didn't budge, still holding onto the shovel and swinging it around to try and get us away from him. That's when T-Dog quickly snuck up behind him and held his arms back so the shovel fell out of his grasp with a clatter. I then saw my opportunity and made my way forward, lifting his shirt to see a bite mark on his side.

"I'm okay, I'm okay, I'm okay." he kept repeating, almost convincing himself more than anyone else as we all saw the bloody mark left on his body.

We all looked at him with sadness on our faces, already knowing that he wasn't going to make it, yet another person from the group was practically dead before our very eyes. Jaqui didn't waste anymore time as she ushered him away from the group, letting him sit down towards the RV to let him get out of the sun for a while while getting him a drink. Everyone else just seemed to form around in a small circle away from him, talking about his fate and how there wasn't a lot of time left to discuss this to begin with.

"I say we put a pickaxe in Jim, and the dead girl's head and be done with it." Daryl stated as he slung the heavy weapon over his shoulder.

"This isn't right," Rick protested, "Jim, he's...he's a human being."

"Not for long." Daryl responded, glancing over at the man with narrowed eyes.

Shane's gaze couldn't help but snap back towards the man every few seconds as he let out a scoff, "Would you want us to do that if it was you?" he asked.

"Yeah," Daryl simply responded "And I'd thank ya while ya did it."

In a way, he did have a point. I hated to think that or give him credit for being so harsh, but there truly was no other way to look at it now. There was no hope for either of them. Hell, Amy was already dead and it was only a matter of time before she came back, with Andrea still sitting right there beside her. The last thing any of us needed right now was to have to put someone else down because she couldn't fully let her go.

"Well, what about the CDC? I heard that they were working on a cure." Rick stated.

Shane responded, "Yeah I heard that too, I heard a lot of things before the world went to hell." he said with a roll of his eyes.

"What if the CDC is still up and running?" he continued.

"Man that is a stretch right there." Shane said.

"Well think about, it I think it's our best shot, shelter, protection, food-"

"Look we all want those things, I do too okay," Shane interrupted him, "But I think we should head towards Fort Benning."

"That's a hundred miles in the opposite direction." Lori pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's away from the hot spot." Shane replied.

Rick sighed, "Look, the CDC might be Jim's only chance." he whispered, not wanting the man to hear and potentially freak out again.

I mindlessly listened to all their different suggestions before my eyes caught sight of Daryl slowly turning to stare at Jim, seeing the idea form in his mind. He made eye contact with me once he felt my stare and I lightly shook my head telling him no, to not start something he couldn't finish. He just rolled his eyes before slowly stalking backwards toward Jim, pickaxe raised.

"Man, someone just needs ta take care of the damn problem!" he yelled before rushing over to put an end to this. But it couldn't happen. Not now while everyone was so on edge with something they didn't understand.

I quickly rushed past him to plant myself in front of Jim without even thinking, while Rick raced to catch up and held his gun to the back of Daryl's head, loading a bullet in the chamber. When Daryl saw I stepped in front of him his grip on the pickaxe faltered, but only for a split second as he clearly didn't expect me to put myself in such a situation. But I wasn't about to let this man get murdered, even if he was a dead man.

"We don't kill the living." Rick snapped lowly, enunciating every word.

Daryl's eyes narrowed as he slowly looked back towards him, the gun now placed between his eyes, "S' funny... coming from a man who just put a gun ta my head." he replied snarkily.

But regardless as he saw Rick clearly wasn't budging, he put the pickaxe down and stormed off towards the woods to have another little tantrum by himself. Rick looked over at me as he placed his weapon back and nodded in appreciation for stepping in, before moving over to take Jim into the RV to rest until we figured out what we were going to do.

As I saw the two make it inside safely, I began dragging the bodies still scattered around in the piles we had made until Glenn came over and offered to help me. I helped him move the ones we would burn and the ones he insisted on burying, the people we had lost deserved that much. I did agree with him that we shouldn't burn our own people, even though the idea crossed my mind about Ed, I knew in the back of my mind that Carol wouldn't approve. No matter how much he hurt her, I could tell she didn't wish that upon him.

Today was a depressing day that just seemed endless, constantly being reminded of what we lost in just minutes with every glance you took around this place. It was a hot mess, everything bloody and disgusting from the horror scene. But it only seemed to get worse as everyone around the area heard a single loud gunshot ring out amongst the silence, looking back quickly to see Andrea sobbing all over again. Amy's now dead and lifeless body laid in her arms, and for me it became almost too much to handle as her cries were only growing louder.

I nudged Glenn's arm with mine as I nodded my head back awkwardly, "Hey, uh...I'm going to go...look for Daryl." I said briefly, anything to get away from this camp for a little while.

He nodded, though gave me somewhat of a look of sympathy as he placed a hand on my shoulder, "Good luck." he said.

I scoffed and wormed myself out of his hold as I walked away from him, though a part of me took his words seriously. In the back of my mind I knew there was a chance I would get scolded by the hothead of a man just like the last time I had approached him like this. But I would be lying if I said a part of me didn't want to just make sure he was okay. He had stormed off fast and had been gone for kind of a long time, though no one else seemed to really notice but me.

My feet moved just down the dirt road and a little ways through the trees before I finally spotted him sitting down in the grass, his hunched over frame facing me. I slowly walked through the parted forest until I was right next to him, silently sitting myself down by him a good distance away. He jumped slightly at my sudden quiet presence as he clearly wasn't expecting anyone else out here but him, but I simply ignored it. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I didn't say a word as I sat there thinking, while looking out into the distance just like he once was.

Though now I could feel him staring at me out of the corner of my eye, probably trying to figure out what the hell possessed me to come out here but I didn't acknowledge it. But the silence was apparently growing uncomfortable for him as he squirmed, opening his mouth to clear the air almost as I sat there completely unbothered.

"Aren't ya gonna say anything?" he asked, his tone annoyed and harsh.

I turned to face him, "No..." I shrugged, "Just wanted to make sure you were okay." I spoke honestly, my tongue moving faster than my brain could even register.

He looked taken aback for a second before sharply asking, "Why?"

With the way he asked, it was almost as if he thought I was lying to him. But I wasn't. We didn't know each other very well but that didn't mean I didn't care at least a little.

"Because...you've been looking out for me, figured I'd do the same."

He grunted in response before turning to look straight in front of him, avoiding my eyes and not having anything else to say. It was somewhat of a shock to me that I actually was somewhat enjoying his quiet presence. It seemed as though it was a mutual agreement that we didn't need to speak to each other in order to fill the silence. I didn't hate it, not at all. Some might've said it was...nice.

A few hours had passed and darkness now covered the sky like a thick blanket. We had buried and burned all the remaining bodies and finally came to the decision we would make the trip to the CDC in order to try and help Jim. I silently knew it was a lost cause, but I didn't see any point in arguing since it seemed settled no matter what anyone said. Rick was persistent about it, and wasn't willing to give up on him so easily, when in reality there was nothing we could do.

I was currently sat leaning up against the RV with my notebook in hand, sketching what was in front of me which was the group sitting around the glowing red fire. My eyes lifted up and down as to not miss a single detail, getting everyone perfectly in their image as they quietly talked, getting more tired by the second.

To me it was coming along nicely as I stopped for a moment to admire it, only to find that there was someone missing from the picture. I looked back up and scanned the area to see if I could spot him with the others, but I couldn't spot him anywhere from what I could see. But the man himself then made his presence known as he sat beside me, and I looked over in time to see Glenn peering over me to see what I was drawing. I tilted the page a bit to show him better and he got a huge smile on his face.

"That's a really good Rose! Hey, do you think you could do a portrait of me?" he asked excitedly like a giddy child.

I chuckled, "Maybe some other time but yeah, yeah I think I could draw you"

He smiled and continued to chat with me for a little while as I just listened whilst I continued to finish the drawing, perfecting every little thing. I glanced back up again to get some finishing touches when my eyes landed on Daryl who was sitting quietly to himself, the furthest away from everyone else on a tree stump. For once he wasn't looking at me first, so I got a small chance to get a good look at him without feeling like I was burning under his gaze. He didn't look miserable but yet slightly uncomfortable sitting around the fire with everyone, clearly not that much of a people person.

For a split second I actually saw him without a glare permanently plastered on his face, thinking silently to only myself that he was actually quite attractive as I looked at him in this new light. But I didn't dare let myself think about it too much and shook it off, blaming it on the fact that I hadn't gotten laid in a very long time and diverted my eyes away before he had a chance to notice. Though I couldn't help but find him in the group of people every time I looked back up, as if my eyes were somehow drawn to him suddenly.

But again, I shook it off completely. Clearing my throat awkwardly as I finished up the drawing, I finally flashed it to Glenn who instantly had a big smile on his face, unaware of the things I was thinking just moments ago.

"Awesome." he admired, "You know, I should get you a real sketchbook and maybe some art supplies on my next run." he said as he looked over the details.

I quickly shook my head, "Oh no it's okay, that's not as important."

"You sure? Not even some paint." he tried to wager.

I nodded as I closed the notebook, "I already have everything I need." I assured, "Thanks though."

"...If you say so." he responded, but judging by his tone he was going to be on the lookout anyway no matter how much I protested.

Just another hour or two passed in peacefulness, multiple people beginning to disperse back towards their tents for the night as the fire slowly began to dim. We all silently knew just how early of a morning we had ahead of us and wanted to get some rest before it grew too late. I followed their lead as I gathered the rest of my things, wishing Glenn a good night before heading off towards the forest as if it was a routine at this point.

I was just nearly past the tree line when a voice stopped me. "Where ya going?"

Daryl's deep, gravely voice echoed through my ears as I slowly turned to face him to respond. "To sleep under a tree. I've been doing it since I got here." I said.

He scoffed, "You ain't sleepin under no tree, there's room in the RV." he replied.

I visibly seemed to cringe even at the thought, "Nah too crowded, I like the quiet better anyway." I brushed off before turning around to head back.

But his voice stopped me again, "Wait uh..."

I turned back to face him, nodding at him to continue as I looked at him expectantly. Now I could've been hallucinating, my mind fooling me completely, but I could've sworn his cheeks got a little red while he tried to find his next words as if they got stuck in the back of his throat.

"There's uh...room in my tent if ya want." he offered shyly.

Wow... I never thought I would see the day where Daryl Dixon got embarrassed, and I had only known him for about two days. He couldn't even meet my eyes while he asked, his gaze staring straight towards the ground.

"Wait...were you asking me to stay in your tent, or that rock down there?" I gestured with a small smirk.

His eyes shot up to send me a glare but before he could open his mouth to say anything snarky I responded, "That's really nice of you, thank you." I spoke, giving him a small smile while heading to the direction of his tent.

I didn't hear him follow behind me until I was just at the entrance of the space that he and his brother used to share. I stepped in and didn't know which side to go towards, not wanting to take his sleeping bag as I waited for him to direct me. But when he walked in he didn't say a word. He just laid down on the right side with his back facing me as if he couldn't look me in the eye let alone speak another word.

I didn't think too much of it and laid down on the left side and closed my eyes to try and get some sleep. Trying to ignore the smile creeping onto my face at the kind gesture.

~ Thanks for reading!

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[the-offside-rule]

Charles Leclerc (Ferrari) - The Winner Takes It All

Requested: yes

Prompt: the winner takes it all by Abba

Warnings: toxic Charles (sorry Charles fans)

Y/n sat in the corner of the club in Monaco. She quite frankly had enough of the constant parties that Charles always stumbled into. She was sick of trying to pretend like she was okay with what he was doing. He rarely spent anytime at home these days. Since he became a title contender, he changed. He surrounded himself with people who always sucked up to him and made him think he was brilliant. And the girls. The girls were so clearly trying to hook up with him, but him not being unfaithful always relied on her saying Charles had a girlfriend. Charles would usually grin and sloppily kiss her cheek. She'd always, always have to pretend she was happy for him, but she felt like eith every win, he became even more cocky.

The tipping point came on this night, as Charles sat in some stupid club in Monaco after his home grand prix. Everyone was drunkenly dancing and speaking. Y/n stayed as sober as possible to make sure Charles didn't get himself into trouble like usual. "Hey Y/n." She rolled her eyes as his friend slurred her name. "Yes?" She asked, turning to face him. "Do you think Charles is enjoying himself?" He grinned, pointing his glass towards Charles, spilling a bit of his drink onto Y/n in the process. Her head swung around to see Charles with a girl sat on his lap, kissing his cheek and slowly but surely making her way to his lips. This particular girl was one one Charles had known for a while now, longer than he'd know Y/n. He was always with her. It frustrated her but she didn't want want seem like the jealous girlfriend type. However, Y/n looked on. She was invested in this, whether or not he would stop her, but no. They ended up kissing. Y/n swallowed hard and walked off in a rage, away from Charles. She was humiliated.

She stood outside of the club in tears. Her mascara ran down her face and the flashy lights outside illuminated that fact. She heard the door open and out walked a security guard. He quickly scanned the area before his eyes fell on Y/n. "Excuse me, madame. Your boyfriend is looking for you." He told her. She smiled lightheartedly at him. "Tell him I've gone home." She said. "I'm afraid I can't do that. He told me not to come in again until I've brought you back in with me." How typical. He couldn't even come and get her himself. What a prick. She agreed and followed the guard, hearing him mutter "c'est la petite amie de Leclerc". She hated it at the start of their relationship. Only being known as his girlfriend. Then as time passed she enjoyed it more, because that is what she was and she owned it. Now, now she went back to hating it.

She walked ashamed through the crowd. She fucking hated it there. He made her hate it there. The guard lifted the red rope her her to step back in and so she did, looking around and spotting Charles in the same place. Laid back, an arm around a girl's shoulders and sitting too close for her liking. Y/n huffed and marched over towards him, sitting down and looking at everyone else. She needed to tell Charles she wanted to leave. She needed him to go eith her so she could try and be reasonable. Y/n tugged at Charles' sleeve. "Babe?" He didn't reply. She tugged again. "Sharl?" Again, no response. She gave it one final attempt. "Charles." This time more serious. Charles finally turned. "One second, mon cœur. Can't you see I'm speaking?" He laughed. She clenched her jaw. "Charles, I'm done. I'm sick of this." Y/n snapped, picking up her clutch and standing up to leave. She felt a hand grip her wrist. "Món cœur, you could have just said you didn't want to come out-"

"No, I mean we're done." Charles froze. It was like he couldn't hear the music or notice anyone else dancing or swaying around him. "What?" He asked, his voice cracking. "I'm done." She repeated and left. Charles sat there in disbelief. "Y/n. Let's just talk about this-" She slapped his hand off her wrist. "I don't wanna talk about this. I'm going home to pack and I'm leaving tomorrow morning." Charles let go of the girl from his arms. "Don't be stupid." Y/n paused and grabbed a drink from one of his friend's and threw it at him, causing those around to jeer. Charles let go and wiped his eyes, but by the time the alcohol was off his face, she was gone. He stood up and began running through the crowd to try and get to her. He pushed through the doors drastically and quickly glanced around for her, finally seeing her walking off. "Y/n! What do you mean? Let's just talk for a bit, eh?" She kept walking. "Y/n, don't ignore me. I'm your boyfriend."

"Ex." She corrected him. "No, because you live in my apartment-"

"Our apartment. I pay my fair share too!" Charles threw his arms into the air. "Can you slow down?" She ignored him again. "Hey! I said stop!" He snapped, grabbing her arm, causing her to turn. "And I said we are done!" Charles pulled her to the footpath, somewhere where this argument wouldn't be such a spectacle. "Can you tell me what's wrong? Why are you so moody lately?" He asked. "You! You're what's wrong! You don't consider me anymore! It's like I'm not even part of the equation anymore! We won't work out! It's like trying to play poker with no cards! We've both run out of cards so just let me go! You've made me feel so, so shit!"

"Do you really think I would do that to you?" He asked. "No, no, no! You did it to Giada, you did it to Charlotte and now you're doing it to me!" She sobbed. "I deserve better! They deserved better than some stuck up, prick of a Monegasque driver!" Charles didn't know how to respond. He didn't think he changed. He felt like this was normal. "You're imagining things!" He managed to spit out. Y/n laughed hysterically at his comment as if it were a pathetic joke. "And what about that dark haired girl, huh? Was I imagining her too?!" She shouted. "Did I imagine you two getting cosy? Did I fucking imagine her kissing you? Does she kiss you like I do? Huh?" He was dumbfounded. He couldn't string a sentence together. "Well sorry I fucking cock blocked you Charles!" She pushed his chest, making him just about move back. "Món cœur, you look similar. I thought she was-"

"What? You thought she was me? That doesn't make it better!"

"Look at me! Just look at me!" He shouted, cupping her face. "We could just go and try to resolve our problems! It's a win, win!" Charles had an almost insane look in his eyes, mixing with the smile on his face. He really thought that would fix everything. Y/n stood calmly. "Charles, how many winners can there be in a race?" She asked. "One." He replied. "Exactly. In this situation, there is one winner. You, you are the winner, and do you want to know why?" Charles simply shook his head. "Because you're you and I'm me. You're the big shot F1 driver, you're famous, you're handesome, you have fans that blindly obey you, that look at you in awe. I have nothing. I don't have fans, I have people that pick me apart, bit by bit, finding problems with every detail of me. I post you and people say I'm looking for attention. I don't post you and then I don't support you. I had nothing. I gave whatever little thing I am up because I truly believed we would be endgame. You promised me you would love me forever and never hurt me." Her lower lip trembled. "And now look where we are." Charles let go of her face and looked at the broken woman before him. She was a completely different person than she was two years ago. She looked miserable, her hair was messy, her makeup had streak marks from her tears and she didn't try to cover them.

"I thought I belonged in your arms, in the home we lived in. We built the home of our dreams together, thinking this is where we'd be safe and loved. I was such a fool. I was an idiot." She covered her eyes eith her hands and sobbed silently. Charles tried to comfort her but she quickly rejected him. "I can't even look at you." The pain was unbearable for her. She was warned what he was like but she went along and dated him anyway. She blamed herself. She should have listened. "You know, I lost a lot because of you." Charles nodded. "Yeah. Yeah I know, mon cœur." He replied, defeated.

"Well-" she paused, wiping the tear from her eyes and looking back back him. "You may win the championship, you may win other championships, but you've lost me. And I hope you remember that for the rest of your life." Charles looked between her eyes. "I don't think I'll ever forget you. I'll always love you, whether it be a lover or friend. Whether what we had was a big thing or a small." Y/n smiled softly. "It was a big part of my life. Maybe it's different for you but you were everything I had for the past two years." The two laughed, tears falling from both theur eyes now. "Listen, I don't want us to talk if it's going to make you sad." Charles shoved his hands into his pockets. "I'm sorry I made you feel bad. I just- I thought I needed these people. It made me feel good, I guess." He admitted. She wiped his cheek. "You had no self confidence, I know that." The tears kept cascading from Charles eyes. Eventually, the guilt became too much and Y/n pulled him in for a hug. His grip tightened as he sobbed into her shoulder, his tears staining the fabric of her satin dress. "I'm sorry Charles but the winner takes it all-" she pauses and pulls away from the hug and cups his cheeks. "and the loser has to fall." Charles watched as she walked away, her heels clicking off the pavement.

The Winner Takes It All

But he's lost it on this particular night

#f1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc oneshot #charles leclerc imagime

[beevean]

sonic: "Maybe we should let the koco finish on it's own-"

Amy: "We HAVE TO DO THIS!"

sonic: "Why?"

Amy: "WE HAVE TO!"

sonic: "...But Tails is still missing-"

amy: "do you not care about this koco getting laid!?"

I get the intent. I do. I get that Amy cares about the small critters. I get that her story in SA1 was all about protecting one birdie, and her introduction was even asking Sonic to guard it, when he obviously had much bigger things on his mind (like finding Tails lol)

But in Frontiers it doesn't work precisely because Amy knows that Tails is still trapped in Cyberspace! She knows how awful it feels!

"It's certainly unsettling. But it makes a big difference being able to at least talk to you. Before you freed me, I couldn't see or hear anything clearly. It was like looking into a kaleidoscope that was always shifting. I couldn't tell if I was coming, going, or moving at all. I'd have gone crazy if you hadn't gotten me out!"

She should be at the very least torn between him and helping the Kocos, not straight up chewing Sonic out for wanting to help his friend!

Sonic: We still haven't found Tails. We've been wrangling children and taking detours the whole way. Amy: Are you telling me you would leave behind someone in need?

amy. my girl. my pal. tails might be slowly going insane trapped in a nightmare for all you know. i think he counts as being "someone in need". the kocos can wait without losing their minds.

It makes lines like this

"What is wrong with you?! Sonic would never endanger anyone! He's even going to help this Koco reunite with their one true love!"

quite less funny, because I know that the joke is that she's focused on the Kocos when Sonic isn't exactly thrilled, but... it really looks like she completely forgot about Tails.

Again, I completely get what they were going for! Amy cares about the small creatures and common people, even in big situations. But here she just doesn't look good. And Sonic only calms her down when she says "but I'm worried about you too". C'mon. Again, SA1 did this kind of conflict better when Amy put herself between Sonic and Gamma because she cared about him while Sonic only saw him as a robot to be destroyed. That shows Amy's compassionate heart in a more effective way that doesn't accidentally make her look like a shitty friend.

#sonic the hedgehog

[albertweskersplaything]

mon amour, mon ami - luis S. x Angi???

tags - fem!reader, somewhat soft?, re2 luis (remake), edging, overstimulation, some petnames thrown in, horny sub luis, a gift for a friend~

an - @angi-writes-filth i saw your post and SMIRKED, and then i started writing. the smut is taking longer than i thought but that's okay because little ole' katzen is gonna give you a small gift while you wait for the smut

"Estimado-- please..please s'too much- can't handle anymore.." luis cried, bucking his hips into angi's hand that was wrapped around his cock, tears streaming down his flushed face as he bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut. moaning and sobbing in pure bliss, it was all too much for poor, poor luis.

"shhh mi amor, you wanted this, didn't you? don't be scared now, mi corazón," angi chuckled with a smile on her face, squeezing gently at the base of luis' erection. angi leaned down to nip on luis' jawline before kissing him firmly at the corner of his lips. "just take it for me.."

"i- i can't-- ", luis mumbled, tears still falling down his cheeks. "i want to be good for you, and i can't.. I just..I can't cum..!" luis hiccuped with a choked moan, hands shaking and body shivering at the pressure of angi's hand around his cock.

his breath hitched when he then felt her hand sped up, his moans getting louder and the tears kept streaming down his face. bucking his hips wildly into her hands desperate for his high, his hands gripping whatever he could grip, as he desperately tried to keep himself from cumming. "angi, please! please, oh fuck!"

"stay like that until i'm sure you've come, alright?" she whispered, smiling warmly at her lover, slowly caressing his balls as she got down on her knees between his legs, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips slowly.

"amor- please..", luis whined softly, eyes flickering closed tightly when Angi began licking him slowly, savouring every inch of luis' cock, biting her lip when luis let out another whimpered whine. "oh god…Angi, please…" he gasped like as if he was underwater swimming back up for air, the warmth of her mouth around his length overwhelming his senses.

angi smirked seeing luis so needy and willing. she liked how luis had always been submissive towards her, not even once having the nerve to refuse anything she ordered of him. 'he's mine,' she thought, licking the tip of luis again, making the Spaniard shudder. luis couldn't help but cry out when angi sucked roughly at the head of his cock, using her hands to hold the bottom half of his dick to guide herself up and down his cock.

he was so eager that he immediately came after she'd taken him into her mouth, his cries growing louder than ever as the hot spurt of his semen filled her mouth. Angi swallowed his thick seed eagerly, humming happily at the feeling, sucking and licking at his shaft as if she were eating honey. "good boy." luis moaned quietly, grabbing at the sides of angi's head to hold her still before collapsing against her, panting heavily.

"fuck me…" he mumbled, his voice shaky and raw from all his crying, breathing heavily as he looked over at Angi. he was blushing crimson, obviously embarrassed and embarrassed by all he just did. "hmm, you want more?"

"please~". angi murmured with an innocent pout, giving him a puppy dog look with her eyes wide with longing. "you know what you mean to me..and I know how hard you can make me cums without it hurting too bad." luis sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this battle with Angi's devious ways.

he knew it would be easier to just give in to her demands. she wasn't going to stop until he gave in, and luis had learned that lesson very well already. "alright, fine..just don't bite my neck or scratch me..I'll have your ass in a second-" luis warned, looking away quickly to hide his blush when he heard the sound of Angi laughing loudly, this was going to be a long night.

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[demis-alted]

@askingkyborg 's main here to bring you some depressing chip mini fic time because im dying

SPOILERS FOR EPISODES 32-34 AND TW FOR suicidal ideation, self harm, and some mentions of blood.

chip in todays ep was so insane for me i just i couldn't resist.

Mathidle hasn't felt a lot of warmth in their after life, and that's alright. The thing about ghosts is that they feel in opposition to a human. When you're alive, you get a spring to your step. You feel the kisses of the sun bead down over your eyelashes. The wind stirs hunger in your stomach and you fight against it in a little human battle. Your hands get warm when you work for too long, calluses thrumming with your pulse and very very warm. Mathilde knows this to be true.

They don't remember holding a lot of hands, but they remember the feeling, maybe due to its stark contrast to know. When a person is very alive, their hands get warm, and when they are dead and gone, their hands grow cold. And thus for ghosts it works the opposite. When alive hands are as cold as frosty knives but when on the brink of death their hands would be ever so warm. 

Ellgas hands were moderately warm. Not technically undead but having lived multiple life spans she grew warm. With Barney it was impossible to tell. Sometimes his hands felt hot, other times too cold. Hard to discern. By way of logic Chips hands are the coldest of course. Being the youngest of the party somehow, and pretty physically adept, he was the most alive of them all, and thus the coldest. Mathilde can't touch the tieflings hands without a shiver climbing up his non corporeal body. 

That's what made today so different. Chip’s are blazing warm. 

They’d been giving blood to the vanian worker in exchange for currency. Mathilde put themselves close to the brink of death, but for good reason. There is a ghost after all, dying again would be a stunt and a half. Their body has started to float, and their items are starting to slowly fade through their body as he inches closer to full spirit than not. It's not as if they enjoy it, but the familiar tickle isn't a bad thing. 

From beside them a sharp gasp comes from Barney's throat. A head turn shows chip loading up his crossbow, using the cocking stirrup and his foot to slide the bolt back with ease. Its a weird action for someone who had initially seemed hesitant to donate any blood at all. Mathilde raises an eyebrow just as the purple tiefling points the crossbow down at his foot and shoots. A shot of blood stains the white of his shoe and he noticeably grimaces. JJ mews from beside mathilde, circling where his feet are dangling. Mathilde knows kittens know when people are close to passing on, and especially a ghost cat. Mathilde bends a bit to scratch her tiny little grey head to let her know they're okay. It's weird knowing you're close to dying, but as a ghost it doesn't hurt, so it's a bit easier. Another crossbow bolt is shot, and JJ’s ears flatten down a little. 

Mathilde looks back up towards chip. A fuzzy outline is starting to show on him, blue and purple swirly. His face is tight and screwed up, nose pressed into grooves and eyes watering. They can hear a crack of barney's voice, like he's about to say something but pauses. The old man's brow furrows. The teller behind the counter starts counting out money softly, and chip moves in a quick motion. Mathilde momentarily thinks he's putting it away, but after a moment it's drawn, but up by his head. 

“Mon ami, maybe be a little bit more careful w-” Mathilde doesn't finish their thought before the bolt is wedged in chip's neck. It drips a long red string, and mathilde can see ellga lick her lips ever so slightly, but does not ignore the slight worry in her brows. 

Mathilde knows Chip can't take many more shots. Three if he was lucky. Yet it doesn't stop him from moving again. Mathilde closes their eyes as he hears the loading noise, and with the shot the blurry ghost-like outline grows stronger, the purple colour bloombing out more. Another shot. That makes five. He can only take one more. JJ is meowing at the tiefling, who's struggling to stand, blood dripping out of his mouth and leaned over the counter. The clerk seems unphased. 

Mathilde closes their eyes again, and sees a new colour. A soft green pushing the blue and the purple away in the dark. Instinctually, as the light brightens, mathilde opens their eyes. Chip is shuttering audibly, eyes lazing open and shut as he braces.

“Carols gone, what else is there to lose…?” JJ bats at chip’s leg, as if in an effort to stop him. Mathildes face stiffens  at the assassin's comment, and they gently wrap an arm around chip, protectively surrounding him with his wings. 

“Alright, I think that's enough. We’ve got plenty of spending money, right chip?” “...Spendin’ money… r-right, right yeah! Were, were rich!” The brunette moves to pick up his currency and his fingers fumble uselessly, eyes lidded slightly. Mathilde makes their hands noncorporeal and gently scoots the coins to his hands without him noticing, not to make him feel coddled. The alchemist shoots a look over his shoulder at mathilde, and mathilde nods back. The mood remains a bit darker and dreary, but chip seems somewhat stable. Mathilde takes his hand gently. The tieflings hands are warm as can be, and it makes a flood of warmth come over mathilde themselves. 

Weirdly, if just for a moment, he feels a second hand reach over theirs. They close their eyes and see a ghostly outline of a tiefling woman, her hand over yours and chips. She presses a finger to her lips and gives a soft but saddened smile. She mouths to them gently.

“Don't let him down this path, mathilde…” A ghostly wiz-consinite voice whispers in their head. He opens his eyes again to see chip leaning down, smiling at a photo in his hand. Mathilde smiles softly.

“I'm glad she's watching over you, my friend.” they say even though the rogue will likely forget his words from the blood loss. He nods and smiles a bit more. 

“‘M glad too, mathilde…” 

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[zoeykallus]

Tech – Thank You For Loving Me 33 – The Deal

Tech x fem!Reader FF

Warnings: Tension/Angst

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The situation is still tense, perhaps even more so than before, because Hondo has a proposal that none of you like, especially Tech.

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What Happened Before:

1 Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

Part 16 - Trouble

Part 17 - In Loving Domination (½)

Part 18 - The Game Changer

Part 19 - Wild Animal

Part 20 - Embarrassing Vulnerabilities

Part 21 - Between Hangover And Love

Part 22 - The Future Ahead Of Us

Part 23 - About Making A Baby

Part 24 - It’s Going To Be Okay

Part 25 - Returning A Favor

Part 26 - Baby Fever

Part 27 - A New Life

Part 28 - Daddy Tech

Part 29 – Back Home

Part 30 - Pleasant And Unpleasant Surprises

Part 31 - I’m Gonna Be A Sniper!

Part 32 - Pirates

The Deal

You looked up at Tech, startled, and whispered his name in a panic. He gently squeezed your hand that he was still holding with some emphasis and whispered back, "She's with Crosshair, he knows what to do, don't worry." But he worried at least as much as you did. Hunter said somberly to the pirate, "You still haven't said what you want from us". Hondo turned back to him and stated lightly, "Well, you are well aware of the bounty that is on your heads." An icy cold shiver ran down your spine. But Hondo immediately raised his hands in a placating manner as his men drew their weapons because Wrecker was rising up threateningly. "Relax, I don't intend to turn you in, but I want you to do something for me, free of charge of course, my payment is that I don't turn you in. To make sure you really do what I ask you to do, Tech's wife and child will stay with me as long as you do the job". Tech growled and shoved you behind him, "Over my dead body!" "Careful son, that can be arranged" Hondo said with a small, dangerous smile. Tech's gaze wandered to Hunter, looking for help. "We're not going for that," the latter said seriously. Hondo nodded slowly and said, "Okay, we can shoot each other down here and now. You'll probably even win, but you'll definitely lose at least a man or two.... or even a woman before this is over. Or we do what I say and no one has to get hurt." You could see Hunter gritting his teeth, he took a quick glance at you and Tech, and at that moment you knew he was going to go for the deal. Your heart was pounding up to your throat. "No one is dying here," Hunter said, "But we need a guarantee that mother and daughter will remain unharmed and safe until we get back" "Hunter-", Tech begins protesting, but the sergeant interrupts him with a simple hand gesture. "Should either of them be injured or otherwise suffer discomfort, we will hunt you and your people to the ends of the galaxy, that much should be perfectly clear to you, Hondo," Hunter added. Hondo chuckled, "Of course, I can see you are all very protective of this little family. I guarantee they will stay safe and sound, I will personally keep an eye on them."

"Uncle Cross!" Crosshair hummed in reply, "Hmm?" "Look." Amy held a colorful bunch of wildflowers under his nose. "Very nice, you're doing fine, little bean". Amy complained, pouting, "You're not even looking". Crosshair sighed softly, he could see how tense the situation was down in the valley, even if he couldn't hear what was being said. He had seen the men find the playground, and he saw yours and Tech's body language. The Sniper had a feeling things were not good, his trigger finger, carefully, stroked his weapon a little uneasily. "I'm sorry Amy, but I need to focus, this is important, you know that". With a sigh, Amy plopped down on her butt next to him and looked at the flowers she had picked. When Crosshair's com that was on her wristband beeped and Hunter's voice sounded a moment later, she looked from her flowers to the wristband, startled. "Hi Uncle Hunter!" said Amy joyfully excited, "Can we come back to you now?" "Sweetheart, what are you doing with Crosshairs Com? Let me have a word with him" Crosshair frowned critically, lowered the gun, grabbed Amy's arm and released the com. "I'm here. What's going on?" He looked through the scope again as he spoke and saw Hunter standing at the bottom of the Marauder. Crosshair immediately noticed that the pirates had fanned out; he no longer had all of them in his field of fire. He gritted his teeth. "We've come to an agreement, but you'll have to come down here with Amy to do it." Crosshair hesitated before answering, "Are you sure?" "We have no other choice" "I don't like this," the Sniper growled. "None of us like it," Hunter returned dryly. Crosshair waited a moment longer, but the pirates probably already expected to be watched by him, they stayed fanned out.

" Bloody hell," Crosshair growled, "we're coming down. If one of them so much as looks at the girl the wrong way..." "There will be no shooting," Hunter said seriously. "Fine," Crosshair growled, "We're on our way."

Your heart was up to your neck when you saw Crosshair with Amy on his arm appearing among the trees near the Marauder. You wanted to run towards them, but Tech held you back. "Stay calm, no hasty movements, we don't want to make anyone nervous, we'll only endanger Amy by doing so," he said gently but firmly. It was hard for you to hold back, but you knew he was right. Hondo turned to the newcomers when they were within earshot. "Who do we have here? A little offspring clone?" Amy looked at him curiously but critically, then at her uncle. "Who's that?" she asked him quietly. "A pirate," Crosshair growled. "Not just any pirate," Hondo said, "I'm actually quite well known." Amy said, unimpressed, "Well, I don't know you." Hondo laughed, "You're a little too young for that" "I'm almost three" Amy said proudly holding up three of her little fingers. "Three? Pretty smart and talkative for a three-year-old. I guess that comes from your father's side," Hondo said, amused. He stepped closer, and you wanted to step in between again, but again Tech held you back, he knew you would act hastily and rashly if he let go of you now. "What is your name, my little one?" asked Hondo. "Amy," said your daughter softly. "Amy, hmm? That's a nice name." Turning to Crosshair, he said, "Put her down." The Sniper looked at him as if to impale the pirate with his gaze. Before he reacted, he looked questioningly at you and Tech.

Tech sighed softly, then nodded, barely noticeable. You felt that he was just as tense next to you as you were.

Crosshair lowered Amy to her small feet, but she immediately clung uneasily to his leg as Hondo approached. "You don't have to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Hondo said surprisingly gently as he crouched down. "Pretty lady, why don't you join your daughter, I'm sure she won't be so scared," Hondo finally said in your direction. This time you didn't let Tech hold you back, you pried your hand out of his, whereupon he looked at you, startled. Tense, he watched you rush to Amy and Crosshair. You immediately took Amy in your arms and hugged her with relief. Amy immediately held the flowers under your nose, they were already a bit squashed, but the little girl still smiled proudly as she held them out to you. "Thank you my darling, they are beautiful" Hondo suddenly stood very close to you and grinned at both of you. "A beautiful picture" he said, "Mother and daughter. I'm sure we'll get along just fine" He was a strange fellow, but somehow you didn't get the feeling that he had any dishonest ulterior motives, apart from the blackmail.

Hunter explained the deal to Crosshair, who responded by spitting his toothpick into the dirt emphatically, angrily. "And you were okay with that?" he asked both Hunter and Tech, glancing back and forth between the two. "No, I wasn't, I still am not," Tech said tensely, "What if I don't get them back after we did what he wants from us?" "One of us should stay with them," Echo said seriously, frowning critically.

Wrecker, towering over them all, nodded seriously and said, “Let me stay, I'll keep them safe” Hunter sighed, "Depending on the task, we may need the whole team, we don't know what's coming yet" Rex who had been quietly in the background said, "Tech should stay with his family, I can take his place if you are short a man. Most of the things Tech would do, Echo can probably handle as well" Echo raised his scomp link in the air and said, "I may not be as sharp headed as Tech, but I'll get the job done. Rex is right." Hunter looked from one to the other, then over his shoulder to Hondo who was talking to you. "Hondo!" The pirate turned. "We'll do as you ask, but one of us will stay here with the girls." Hondo tilted his head slightly to the side and thought for a moment. "Let me guess, the family man doesn't want to leave his little family behind? Fine by me, but if he doesn't behave then-" Tech interrupted the pirate, "There is no need for threats, I will not do anything that could endanger my wife or daughter" "Very well," Hondo said, "I don't want to be a killjoy. He can stay for all I care, but please don't interrupt me again, I don't like it at all" Tech breathed a sigh of relief and immediately went to your side and hugged you both, gently, relieved. You looked up at him and said softly, "I'm so glad you're staying with us".

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[kvhasproblems]

Boy Next Door Part 2

Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Part 1 - Part 3

Summery: My whole life seemed to be perfectly planned out for me, the perfect family, the perfect house with a white picket fence, the perfect boy next door… the only problem is I can’t seem to take my mind off my best friend…

Warnings: Severe homophobia, discussion of weight and eating, reader has comphet, like hella slurs, super shity moms (I don’t think anyone has good parents in this show), bullying.

A/N: lol sorry this took so long I was putting off editing. Also I literally couldn’t think of a good reference so I just said Annie Wilkes but ignore how it doesn’t really fit.

Word Count: 2301

Very subtle background Jackie/Shauna and Lottie/Nat

At 15, I stopped hanging out with most of the friends my Mother picked for me. It was early September, soccer tryouts were coming up, and I was stuck eating lunch with Amy, Jessica and Angela. Shauna had gone to join the poetry club, and even though Jackie hated poetry, she couldn't let Shauna do anything on her own.

"I'm glad to see that Brandy's still ugly, too many people lost weight this summer." Angela sighed, pushing food away from her dramatically. I could see Jess immediately become self-conscious of the amount of food on her plate as she stared and moved it around with her fork.

They droned on about boys and diets and other topics my Mother begged me to care about, but I honestly couldn't care less, so I tuned them out, humming or nodding when they looked at me for my agreeance. It was only a few moments later when I spotted her walking into the cafeteria with Tai and Lottie. Van was only really friends with the girls on the team.

"Big surprise, the trashy dyke is still a trashy dyke." Amy preened as the other two girls let out malicious laughter. I felt my heart stop in my chest as my eyes whipped from Van to them.

"Wait, are you talking about Van?" I forced out, the crushing weight on my chest making it hard to breathe.

"I get you're on a soccer team with her, but come on Y/n, there is no way you don't see it." Jess seemed to taunt me.

"Omg, I bet she stares at you guys in the showers." The gaggle of girls burst into more laughter and mean comments, and I was seeing red.

"SHUT UP!" I stood up violently, slamming my tray down. "JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My breathing calmed down enough to hear how silent the whole room had gotten. The room seemed to be constricting my breathing as all the eyes seemed to track my every movement. I swayed for a moment, almost unsure how to proceed, but their words echoed in my head enough for me to know that I was done.

"You are horrible people. Truly horrible people, and one day I hope you stop hating yourselves so fucking much so you can stop making other people feel the way you do." I spit the words into their faces before I grabbed my bag and made a run for the doors. I heard a few sets of footsteps follow behind me, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to be alone to have some quiet.

I almost ran to the girls' bathroom before realizing that it was the worst place to be if you wanted to be left alone, so I went to the next best place. The change room. No one was using it because it was lunch, and the benches brought me a sort of comfort.

I was really only sitting for a few moments before I heard muffled whispers behind the door. It slowly creaked open as blue eyes peeked around the door to meet mine.

"Can.. can I come sit?" Van asked with a small smile. It seemed like all my words tumbled out during my outburst, so I just nodded.

Van came and sat beside me the way she has been recently, not too close but close enough, my knee sometimes touching hers, sending a sort of electric shock through my body.

"Sooo… you wanna tell me why you went all Annie Wilkes back there?" Van asks, slipping in a reference to the movie she showed me last week.

My heart dropped in my chest as their words came to the surface of my mind while I stared into her kind blue eyes that never fail to make someone smile.

"They are just assholes," I mumble out, unable to muster up the courage to tell Van what they said about her. "I hated being friends with them, and I'm just done with it."

"Well, good riddens." She said in a surprisingly good Southern accent. "I guess this just means more you have hang out with me more." She seemed to joke, but her gaze felt oddly serious. She bumped her knee into mine as she spoke, and I tried to ignore the butterflies that seemed to find their way to my stomach.

I wanted to say I was surprised when kids giggled and whispered as I walked down the halls the next day, but I wasn't. I know exactly what type of people Jess, Amy and Angela are. It wasn't until Jackie was suddenly grabbing my wrist and yanking me down the halls to the bathroom that I realized it might be worse than their normal, stupid little rumours.

"Ow! What the heck Jackie!" I snapped while rubbing my wrist. Shauna was going around checking the stalls to make sure no one was eves dropping. Once Satisfied with her search, she stood by the door as if to stop someone if they were to walk in.

"Polly said she heard from Bella, who heard from Alex, who heard from Ted, who heard from Allison, who heard from-"

"Wait, Polly heard from who?" I cut Jackie off, already confused.

"Polly said she heard from Bella who heard from- Oh never fucking mind, someone's spreading a rumour that you…" Jackie stumbled for a minute, looking to Shauna for help.

"That… that you slept with Coach Martinez to make sure you got a spot on Varsity this year." Shauna rushed out all in one breath.

"And so that Tai and Lottie would stay on JV so you could be a star player." Jackie finished for Shauna. If it was any other situation, Shauna would have ranted to you about how even though she works just as hard (and has better footwork by a mile), she's never included with Tai, Lottie, Jackie and I. No matter what she does, she always seems to fade into the background.

But it was not the time, and Shauna knew that it didn't matter what Jess, Amy and Angela thought of her soccer playing because they were trying to hurt me not her. Trying to turn my friends against me, making the whole school think I'm something I'm not. Possibly ruining whatever chance I had of making it to Varsity. My face went white, and my blood felt red hot; it seemed to burn my entire body from the inside out.

"Everyone knows that if you do make Varsity this year, it's because you ruled club this summer, not because you ‘slept’ with Coach." Shauna tried to reassure me with soft eyes and a pitying smile.,

"Plus, everyone knows you haven't even kissed Steven yet so there's no way in hell you'd sleep with a gross grown man." Jackie seemed to regret the words the moment she said them as I push past her violently and storm out of the bathroom, distinctly aware of the whispers as I pass.

I went directly to my first-period English and tried to drown myself in mellow dramatic poetry written by stupid men who could never understand what it's like to grow up a teenage girl in a small town, and at the moment, I wasn't sure anything could be worse.

The rest of the day seemed to drag on in a dream-like state, people's taunting stares and snide remarks nearly fading to background noise like the old lights that hummed in the classrooms. I dragged myself from class to class. Hiding in the bathroom instead of facing the cafeteria.

The final bell finally rang, and I'd never been happier in my life. For once, I actually wanted to go home. I pushed my way through the crowded halls to my locker, determined to get out of here in record speed when I saw her there. Standing in front of my locker, scanning the crowd with her beautiful blue eyes full of concern.

My heart stopped in my chest. I contemplated turning around and making a run for it while I still had time, but her eyes seemed to find mine like magnets. With my brain screaming run, I went up to my locker.

"Hey Palmer…" I mumbled out as she stepped aside so I could get to my locker.

"Hey lady, ruff day?"

"Something like that." I fiddled with my lock, messing up the code so I didn't have to look at her.

"Look, me and Nat are planning on heading to the creek later tonight if you wanna meet us there."

"What makes you think I wanna go to the creek with you and Nat." I snapped, immediately regretting it as I briefly saw the look on her face.

"Jeez, like I said, seems like you've had a ruff day, and I thought it might cheer you up, but ____ a girl for trying." She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite in her tone or the sweet, sickly pity that anyone else who came up to me had. "Teenaged girls are assholes, I think I know better than most people here."

How I got into this mess flashed before my eyes, and my gaze softened at once. I felt like an asshole.

"Yeah… look, I'm sorry for snapping at you, like you said.. shity day." My eyes met hers with a small smile, and her eyes lit up in that way that makes my heart flutter. "But yeah, I'm not doing much tonight so why not." Her smile widened

"Be there or be square lady."

To be completely honest, the creek always scared me a bit. The stories of missing girls and ghosts tales told at sleepovers and a strict mother had kept me far away from there until now. As I pulled my bike from the garage and biked past the perfect white fence that seemed to taunt me every time I saw it, I realized that I had no idea what people even did at the creek. I mean, the older kids threw parties, but I highly doubt that Van invited me to a party on a school night. Especially if this is to cheer me up.

I told my Mother I was going to Jackie's to do a group study for English. I knew that even if she called Jackie's mom, she wouldn't be there enough to answer the phone, the new pills she has strong enough to 'take away the toughest headache'. None of us missed the way that she looked at Jackie as she said that.

The closer I got to the creeks, the more my heart rate picked up, and I found myself almost giddy. The closer I got, the farther away my problems seemed to be. I chained my bike to a tree off the path and stood waiting. Van had called and told me to wait at the north side trail entrance at 7. I didn't know if I was early or if they were late as I stood waiting. It didn't really matter as they came to the clearing soon after, having walked as they lived closer than I did. I had never been to Van or Nat's house. Barely anyone has, and I think that Lottie is the only one who's ever actually been inside Nat's house at least.

"Hey guys." I tried to ignore the fluttering in my chest at the sight of them. (Again, this most definitely has absolutely nothing to do with Van)

"Hey, Y/n, sorry we're late." Van gave me a cheeky smile

"So, spot stealer, you ready?" Nat singsonged; she had no malice in her tone, but it still stung nonetheless. Van elbowed her hard in the ribs before giving her a dirty look.

"Too soon, my bad. It's not like anyone would believe that anyway. If they were trying to ruin your life, they should have come up with something a little more believable."

"Whatever… let's just get moving."

Any tension had melted away the moment Van had started talking about the girl who somehow got stuck at the bowling alley while she was working there that summer. No matter who was in the room, she seemed to enchant her works, making it irresistible to not burst out laughing at the climax of her stories. We'd been walking off the path along the creek for about 20 minutes. As the sun had almost fully set, small peaks of pastel orange slipped through the gaps in the trees.

Van led us to a bunch of large smooth rocks before sitting down. Nat sat on her left and me on Van's right. Nat pulled out a pack before passing one to me without a word. I hesitated slightly before grabbing it and the lighter.

"Since when do you smoke?" Van raised one eyebrow.

"I don't really, but at that party before school started, I sat with Nat out back."

"Oh, I thought you were with your stupid boyfriend all night." Though it came across as light-hearted, the look in Van's eyes lacked her normal sparkle, making the comment have a sort of bite to it.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I was quick to correct; it made my stomach feel achy, knowing that Van thought that. "And he's not stupid. He's just my friend."

Nat met my gaze with a knowing glance before staring at the way the water slid around the rocks in front of us. Part of me wanted to tell Van. But I'd much rather just drop the whole topic in general. Van seemed to catch on. She cleared her throat, digging at the dirt with a stick she found on the walkover.

"Did I ever tell you about the time that Nat got hit by a parked car?" A smile crept up onto Van's face as Nat groaned, shoving her lightly.

#fanfics #van palmer x reader #yellowjackets #yellowjackets fanfic #vanessa palmer x reader #van palmer x reader angst #van palmer x reader fluff #van palmer/reader #vanessa palmer #van palmer #shauna x jackie #nat x lottie #pre crash #lesbian

[kaylas-world-0]

FORGOTTEN

❝𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗲𝘁, 𝗻𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝘁.❞

Part 1

【𝗧𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿】

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

Masterlist

Summery:

First his hearing came to him, his sensitive ears twitched with picking up a ritmic beeping sound. Then his touch, he feel the soft meters of sheet and the warmth of blanket surrinding his body, a soft pillow behind his head. His body aching only a little. And then his smell... he grimace softly with the bitter smell with undertones of the artificial fragrance containes soaps and cleaners... is this antiseptic? Where... is he? He had a bitter taste in his mouth. His throat pretty dry, hurting him when he try to swallow. Then finally his sight... blinking the blur away, his eyes opening to a white room, he squint his eyes because of the sunlight slipping in through the window next to him, blinding him.

He slip out a groan out of his lips, after his brain start to work again, trying so hard to make sense of this situation. He hissed trying to starighten up to analyze around himself, leaning on the frame of the bed with a sigh. A headache piercing through his head. He forced his heavy hand up to his head and tried to stop the pain. With the pain, his memories became more confused and blurred. Still couldn't understand or remember what's going on, he felt more anixious by the minute.

Before he can panic, a hand softly gripped his shoulder, gently urging him back towards the welcoming pillows. Seeing a blurry image of a royal blue figure his rapid heart beat slows down.

Releazation downs on him, he tries to run his hoarse throat for the first time in months as he laid back with his soft touch, "S-Sonic...?"

Have Fun!

Amy's voice echoes inside the white walls of the hospital room, "Sonic!"

His ear twitched signalling he catch her words but he didn't give any effort to move an inch. Taking a deep breath he finally giving in to an answer to the pink hedgehog calling out to him for who knows how long."It's been a whole month today. Doctors said people who sleep for more than a few weeks have less chance of waking up." His voice somber but soft.

He stayed in that frozen state, his eyes connected in one spot on the ground, like everything would fall apart if he even blinked once. He heard the steps getting closer.

"Sonic." Amy's eyes soften up but her voice still stern, wanting to get Sonic out of whatever state he was stuck in. Being still and quite definitely not like him.

Sonic hums and slowly raises his head towards the pink hedgehog, not blinking, seems like still in a space out state.

Noticing her frown he quickly uttered out, finding it to be his fault she was upset, "Sorry didn't mean to let it all on you. What's up?"

Amy's frown deepened. Seeing her gloomy behavior he chuckles tiredly; taking his eyes off her, he scratched his neck numbly, "Hey, Don't sweat it Ames. I'm fine." Not giving any thoughts about what he worded. He looks back at the slowly withering flowers and all the get well soon cards on the stand next to the bed.

His ear twitches with Amy's sigh, "I'm worried about you, as much as I'm worried about him, Sonic." Amy stood where she is like a rose, rigid and full of prickly, but always bringing a beautiful sight and pleasant aura with her. Her emerald green eyes shining with worry as they observed the exhausted cobalt blue hedgehog.

Approaching towards the blue blur, she walked past the amber fox sleeping on the bed, his fur shining golden under the soft rays of sunshine. A lot of bandages covering that beautiful golden color of his. His sky-blue eyes had been hiding behind his eyelids for a long time, like the moon passing in front of the sun during a solar eclipse. His features looked serene despite his condition.

"You are spending most of your time with Tails..." she took a deep breath, pausing as Sonic slowly lift his head to give her a side glance, noticing the pain hiding in his forest green eyes. "It's also breaks my heart but... while you spending all your time here, Eggman never stops to take a break. The Resistance needs you. We need you. I need you." She swallowed and tightly close her eyes but continue with a serious voice, "He's safe here, but citizens are in danger. Our people in danger, while Eggman works on something worse everyday in his base, his bots creating havoc, me and others--" She abruptly stops herself when the azure hedgehog stands up gritting his teeth, "I know that." He tighten his fists.

She clenches her hand on her chest while pressing the other over his shoulder, "I know you do. I know you don't want to leave him alone. But he won't be alone." Her voice softened along with her eyes with a glint Sonic couldn't quite tell what, "You can count on me with that. You can count on our friends. I'll make sure he'll never spend any second alone. You can always come visit him whenever you want! He will be safe--"

He rubs his eyes with a deep sigh, "I know... If I don't leave and help out right now... we'll fall--" He lift his head towards the bed, regret stabbing his heart along with grief, he grimiced his face at the shape his brother in. He still couldn't bring himself to accept this situation. "But... what if he gets hurt again, and I can't be there to help--"

Amy's brows furrowed at his words and quickly interrupted him, yet her words came out softly to reassure him, "There won't be any what ifs. I promise. I'll be here for him while you leave. And after me, in turn, each of our friends will accompany him here. So, stop sulking already! This isn't you!"

Sonic froze under her words, staring up at her emerald green eyes' lit with determination. "Amy..." only a whisper come out of his lips. A sigh escapes them soon after, a smile forming on his muzzle, he looks back with glassy eyes, patting the hand on his shoulder to show his gratitude, "Thanks Ames."

"Anytime..." Amy step aside making a room for him to get up. Sonic smiled one last time towards her and rush off leaving the building in a flash, he didn't even wanted to take one last breath incide of that suffocating building. Beside he needs to get back to busines and he needs to be fast. He can't risk waiting around, not anymore.

He takes a big gulp of fresh air in his lungs, nearly gasping for air. It's been a month since he run around the green field like this. He missed this so much....

He skied to a stop dust flowing behind the ground, he took a final glance at the hospital, the place he used to stay his nights awake over thinking about what he could have done, now nearly invisibly to his eyes, with a shaky breath, he hesitate only for a moment. A moment that shall never happen again. Hesitation had brought him to this point in the first place. He quickly shook his head and glared up ahaed. Now on, he is only gonna think about what he can do for the world. Like he used to always do. The only difference will be, a piece of his mind will continue to stay with his little brother while he lays in there...

"Get well soon little buddy..."

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'Seven months have passed since Sonic's severe battle against Dr. Ivo Robotnik aka Eggman and the mournful day that touched so many people deeply. Sonic's little brother and mechanical genius Miles Prower known many by Tails, still in a coma and there doesn't seem to be any bright look on his side says Doc--'

Espio doesn't feel like listening to any news at the moment, closing the TV with the help of the remote, he sighed in relief.

His honey colored eyes finding the little bee with the same position in the couch next to the hospital's bed he was half an hour ago. Normally that's impossible to hold the bee in the same position for a minute but right now he seemed stubborn. Continuing to hold the book with determination, he read it outloud, even though he read and listened to the story for a thousand times by now.

'From out of the window, a big star twinkled bright. Geppetto looked out the window to the twinkling star.

"Bright star," said Geppetto. "If I could make one wish, it would be for a real boy of my own." But of course, he knew that was not possible.'

Espio sighed, still doesn't understand why he would want to read a story to the golden fox. Either way he kept quiet, it made him happy after all.

Their attention was caught by the door opening, walking in the crocodile with two cups of coffee and some bottle of water.

Charmy lit up, "Finally! My mouth was getting dry from all the story telling!"

Charmy quickly and excitedly flew up to the crocodile so he could get back to reading as quickly. He tried his chances on the coffee but Vector didn't let him. He tried to push the kid away while freaking out to not drop any drink on the tray.

He hissed through his sharp teeth, "Charmy you are not drinking any coffee. Don't make us live the same nightmare again."

He was about to protest until Vector shook the bottle in front of him, "Take it or leave it."

Charmy huffed getting his bottle and walking back to his seat to read more to the sleeping fox.

Espio quickly walked up to him, taking the tray while Vector put the coffees on the table in relife.

The purple chameleon thanked for the coffee even though he didn't ask for anything at all when he left. Vector nodded, taking his own cup, he knew Espio needed as much as he did. And he's not planning on leaving his friend like that.

Vector grumbled under his breath, as they both sat down, "You better drank that. Crap, this place is really expensive. We are here for half a week and my pocket is nearly empty."

Espio grabbed his cup with a half smile, he was thankful for it but he still prefers tea over coffee, but for now it will be a fine ally to help his disturbed sleep pattern. Like Vector said they were here for nearly a week, looking after the fox while Charmy sleeped in the next room.

This wasn't their first arrival at the hospital... The first time.... say the least was chaotic. He doesn't even wanna recall. It was a sorrowful day...

Espio took a sip from his bittersweet hot liquid, he grimaced his face with the burning sensation going through his tongue, "You shouldn't take too much time in here."

Vector grumbled rubbing his eyes, "I just wake up from my two minutes sleep. Gimme some time would ya? Not like he is goin' anywhere. But my appetite sure did..."

Espio sighed, although Vector expressed himself harshly, what he said was true and he couldn't say anything about it, and he didn't think he wanted to. They were all tired and deserved a coffee break. It wouldn't hurt to take time for themselves. But still...

It wouldn't hurt to be sure either. That was the task he was put on after all...

He didn't even take one final sip from his cup and get out of the room with a tired look from Vector. He didn't need to say anything, he already knew too well what he wanted to do.

Patrol outside the hospital.

He needed some fresh air and a little walk to settle his mind.

"Espio! Damn it, I paid for them, at least take the coffee with you while it's still hot. Don't make me regret paying it! You only took one sip!!" Vector called after him one more time, sighing after hearing no answers, it's too early for this, he shook his head grumbling.

He looked back at his cup about to sip his coffee until his eyes widened, noticing a missing cup.

"ChaRMY!!" He got up from his seat causing it to drop with a loud thud.

Laughing, Charmy stealed Espio's cup and runs for it, "If he doesn't want it, then it's mine! Let me drink it while it's still hot so you won't be wasting your money!"

"NO!!" Vector sprint after the flying bee in a panic.

Espio walked down the corridors and stairs. His mind is fuming, swarming with thoughts. His state is stable. I don't know why they are saying his chances of waking up are slim. The probabilities are equal in both cases. They're trying to talk people out of him. Creating false variety. Breaking peoples hopes in him which the truth was on the opposite even though Sonic himself gets on the news telling them to not worry and stay strong for his sake.

He halted in his walk, his eyes caught something outside from the open window. Or if he says 'someone' it will be more decisive. Concerned, he jumped out of the window. It's fine he was on the first floor anyway.

He approached one of the benches neatly placed in the garden of the hospital. He stopped until he could get too close.

He changed his mind and took a deep breath. He sits next to the person who's been staring towards the damp grass in what seems to be in dark thoughts.

"How long have you not had a well-rested sleep?"

Came a husky voice, "...I don't even recall wanting to sleep."

Espio sighed and leaned on the frames of the bench without minding its dampness staring deeply into the cloudy sky.

Espio knew the answer to the question of whether his friend was shaking from lack of sleep or because she was too weak from crying so much. It was unnecessary to ask a question he knew the answer to. He was clearly upset that his friend was blaming herself and harming herself in this way. But arguing was useless.

It had rained in the evening, and no matter how stubborn she was, he got her into the hospital and arranged a room for her to get some sleep. But it seemed that as soon as the rain ended, she settled back into her bench like glue and shivering from the cool breeze. Espio doubted she'd been able to get even a little sleep at night. He caressed her back, ignoring her red and swollen eyes. He knew she wouldn't listen to him, but he wanted to try his luck. "Come inside. Eat something warm and rest. You will get sick."

"I don't want to. I'm fine like this." It was obvious that she was not.

"Don't do that. If you don't care about yourself, at least do it for him. What will he think if he sees you like this when he wakes up?"

"I think he'd like it. I deserve it..."

"And what if he doesn't?"

She paused, "It's true.... he had such a weird way of thinking that I can't understand. Damn it... why did it have to be him? What if he never wakes up?" she hugs her knees.

"Don't give up on him now. He's strong."

"I know..."

There was a pause.

She took a breath and rubbed her eyes, "Damn it, I must look pathetic." She chuckled bitterly.

"It's nice if I can get inside your head." He smirked to himself.

She playfully showed his shoulder, "You're the worst. But thanks. I needed to stop thinking about it already......" She took a deep breath trying to clear her head further. "I guess... I am going to take you on that offer.... But I still doesn't feel ready to stay inside the hospital."

Espio nodded with a sigh. He gets up, "I'm going to get you some blankets and warm food."

She smiled at him warmly, "Thanks, Espio. You're doing me a big favor."

"Anytime Y/n." He walked off.

She sighed, leaning over the bench. She glanced down and picked up her phone, swiping it open, she entered into her gallery and open the folder named "memories".

She smiled at all the photoes and videos she took along with his friends. But she was holding one so dearly to herself. It was very difficult to find all his friends in the same place, it's even impossible to gather them together. But that day was her birthday and all his friends came just for her sake. Even Silver and Blaze were there. She just got lucky about that they were nearby. And she took a big family photo, feeling that they should keep this memory alive forever. Since everyone couldn't be seen when she held out the phone, she got help from a flying device Tails had, and after the photo was taken, the phone fell down due to the wind and its glass broke, and you all laughed about it. Tails promised to fix her phone and he made it even better. Sonic had dunked her head into the cake just after she had blown out her candles, and a food fight ensued right after. She manage to spill some food on Shadow and he grabed the whole cake and stuck it on her head. It was a nice day...

She missed the times when they burst out laughing.

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

[sage-nebula]

STH - Had My Ducks in a Row, Now They're Slowly Falling Out of Line

Notes: I had intended to work on Beyond Oblivion tonight, but ever since I made that post about Metal Sonic calling Tails an unworthy child the other night (and then also made a post about Tangle being a good big sis), I've been thinking about this . . . and so this ended up coming out instead. Originally it was meant to be just Tails and Tangle, but as I finished up their section Sonic's came to mind, so I couldn't resist adding that in too.

Credit for the idea that Sonic has a little unease about Tails making so many weapons goes to @chaoxfix, because that headcanon is just too perfect to pass up. Hope you don't mind that I borrowed it!

Also, this is my first time ever writing for Tangle, so I hope she sounds all right, because I love her to pieces.

Summary: Months and months ago, Neo Metal Overlord called Tails unworthy. And he knows it's stupid to keep thinking about it, but it's been living rent-free in his head ever since. [Post-Chao Races & Badnik Bases, pre-Trial By Fire]

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Tails scowled at the schematic spread over his work bench, and pressed his pencil lead a little harder into the paper.

Unworthy child!

His pencil lead snapped, the crack echoing with the words in his head, and he let his forehead hit his workbench with a groan.

It had been months since that day—months since the battle of Angel Island, though after the Metal Virus pandemic it felt as though it had been so much longer. But it really hadn’t been; everything happened so quickly nowadays, one crisis right after another, that there were times when Tails felt out of breath even when he was standing still. It wasn’t all bad; he genuinely liked adventure, especially when he could help Sonic save the world. But that was the problem, wasn’t it?

He chewed the inside of his cheek, and squeezed his eyes shut.

He had helped, during the battle of Angel Island. No matter what Neo Metal Overlord said, he had helped. He crashed the ship straight into Metal Overlord—he took him down! Sonic was so proud of him. Tails couldn’t say he wanted to do it again (in fact he’d say the opposite since he’d ached for days after that, not that he’d admit it), but he would say, would insist against the nagging voice in his head, that he had helped that time. He’d helped save Angel Island, and the world.

But . . .

But then the Metal Virus pandemic happened. Sonic got infected, and Tails couldn’t help him. Oh sure, he’d come close to working out a cure. But one set of infected Chao had been all it took to sabotage his data and make him lose everything. And though he had managed to retrieve one of the Chaos Emeralds from Zomom with Amy’s help, not only had he not been the one to come up with the idea to begin with, but at the end, all he’d been able to do was cower and hope against hope that Sonic would pull through and save the day. Sonic, who had been fighting off the infection for the duration of the pandemic. Sonic, who was already at the limits of his exhaustion. Everything had fallen to him, again, and Tails had been able to do nothing to help except retrieve one lousy Emerald.

(Well, that wasn’t fair. The Emerald wasn’t lousy. The Emerald helped Sonic achieve Super form, which allowed him and Silver and Metal to save the day. That was more than Tails could say for himself.)

Sonic hadn’t held it against him, of course. Sonic never did. When Tails was too scared of lightning to pilot through a storm, or revealed that a Chaos Emerald was fake and got Sonic ejected into space in a soon-to-be exploded capsule—no matter the situation, Sonic never blamed him. For all his spiky quills, bravado and the way he could snark at their enemies, Tails knew the truth: Sonic was a softie, and way nicer than most anyone gave him credit for.

Tails lifted his head so he could fold his arms on his desk, his chin resting upon them. He laid his pencil in front of him, and gave it a light flick so it rolled up the desk, and then back down to his waiting finger. Another flick sent it rolling up again.

It wasn’t like Tails had accomplished nothing in the interim. He had found schematics to fix Omega . . . even though he couldn’t read them. And Sonic had trusted him to go raid an old Eggman base to try to find the cipher he needed so that he could read them, and that was where they found Belle. And later, when they went to help Amy and the others at White Park . . . well, Tails had gotten kidnapped by Starline and tied to a rollercoaster to emotionally blackmail Sonic. But Rouge had, too, although she’d managed to cut her ropes and free herself faster than he did. But that was all right, wasn’t it? Because then he’d helped her alert the others so they could evacuate the tourists. And though Starline had tried to grab him again, this time Tails managed to protect himself . . . through using Belle’s kicking reflex, albeit without her permission to do so.

Unworthy child!

Tails huffed a sharp sigh to try to dislodge the twist in his gut, and flicked his pencil hard enough that it zipped off the back of his workbench and tumbled down to the floor.

“Whoa, buddy! Is this a bad time?”

“Huh?” Tails sat up and twisted around in his seat, blinking in surprise as he caught sight of Tangle in the doorway of his workshop, her fingers gripping the top of the doorframe as she swung lightly inside. “Oh—no. Do you need something?”

“Nah, not really. I was just kinda bored, and in the area, so I thought I’d drop in.” As she spoke, Tangle skipped over and hopped onto a stool beside Tails’ workbench. It spun halfway around, but she caught herself on the side of the desk, and swung back around to face him. “What’cha got goin’ on?”

“Nothing much.” Tails glanced back at the schematic he’d been working on, a half-finished design for a new rocket launcher. There was no need for it, really, but there wasn’t not a need for it, either. That’s what Tails told himself, anyway, or told Sonic whenever Sonic questioned him about why he was building so many different weapons. Maybe they didn’t need rocket launchers right now, but who was to say what would come in the future? There was no telling when Eggman or Starline or whoever would attack again. It was better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.

Unworthy—!

“Helloooo?” Tangle waved her hand in front of his face, and Tails jumped a little, blinking as he refocused on her. “Everything okay in there? You seem a million miles away, little dude.”

“Oh—yeah! I’m okay,” Tails said, and he forced a bright smile. Tangle smiled back, but not all the way; her forehead was creased, her brows pinched in the middle. “Sorry, I was just . . . thinking.”

“About what?” Tangle asked. When he didn’t answer right away (he was never good at coming up with lies on the spot), she nudged her calf against his shoe, and gave him a cajoling smile. “C’mooon, tell me! We saved the world together, right? A couple different times! You can tell me things. I promise I’ll only beg to try out whatever cool new invention you have up your sleeve a total of three times if you tell me about it.”

Tails couldn’t help it; he cracked a smile, despite himself. “It’s not that. I—the rocket launcher’s not coming along as hot as I’d like. It’s nowhere near testing stages yet.”

Tangle’s eyes lit up. “Rocket launcher?”

Tails cast a glance askance at the schematic. Solar power was the way to go, he thought; there was an endless source of energy right there in the sky, just waiting to be used. But none of the batteries he’d built could build up a charge quickly enough, or hold enough of a charge for long enough, to be used in something like a rocket launcher. He’d been working on solar power batteries since even before Metal Sonic’s coordinated badnik attacks, and yet—

Unworthy . . . !

“Do you ever—” Tails began, then stopped. This was stupid. It was stupid to still be thinking like this. If he told Sonic—

Sonic wouldn’t say it was stupid. Sonic would never say something like that. He’s too—he’s not mean enough for that. Even if he thought it, he’d never say it.

“Do I what?” Tangle kicked her feet back against the leg of her stool, and when Tails said nothing, she swung her tail around to poke him in the head. “C’mon, don’t leave me hangin’. Finish what you were gonna say, I’m all ears.”

Tails ran a hand across the back of his hair, smoothing down the fur Tangle’s tail had tousled. “It’s nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Stupid? From you? Mr Kid Genius? I highly doubt that.” Tangle put her elbow on his workbench, and leaned her cheek into her palm. “Come on, just tell me! Whatever it is, I promise I won’t tell a soul. Cool tail buddies honor.”

It was stupid. There was no way to explain that he was letting something Neo Metal Overlord said rot in his head for months without sounding stupid. But the thing about Tangle—the thing Tails liked about Tangle—was that she was unapologetically sincere. She wasn’t afraid to be enthusiastic about things, or embarrassed even when she was clumsy and made mistakes. She said they were cool tail buddies, but Tangle herself wasn’t concerned with being cool. With being a hero, sure. But not with being cool. And she was best friends with someone who was just as much of a nerd as Tails himself was, albeit about different things. It didn’t matter that Jewel’s wardrobe consisted of nothing but pantsuits and that she unironically loved organizing. Tangle still thought she was one of the coolest people in the world.

So maybe, even though what he thought was stupid, it would be okay if he told Tangle. Maybe she wouldn’t think he was any less cool himself. And she probably meant it when she said she wouldn’t tell anyone; he hadn’t known her to ever lie before.

“Okay,” Tails said at length, and Tangle’s eyes lit up. “But I’m going to hold you to that. If you tell anyone, you’re out of the cool tail buddies club.”

Tangle put two fingers to her forehead, and popped them off in a salute. “Yessir! So, what’s got your tails all twisted? In the bad way, I mean.”

“It’s just . . .” He’d resolved to tell her, but even now, the words felt stuck in his throat. Tails wished he hadn’t flicked his pencil off the desk; he needed something to fidget with. He took a deep breath. “Do you ever wonder if—if maybe you’re . . . if despite anything, you’re just—holding people back? Or not . . . contributing what you should be?”

Tangle blinked, and sat up straight on the stool. “What?”

“I mean—” Tails swung one of his own tails up so he could fidget with the tip; he couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore. “You do your best. And you do contribute some things. But it’s—when it matters, when it really counts, you just . . . fall short. You have to rely on someone else for help, to save the day. And you—no one’s mad about it, and they’d never say it, and you do some things so you know you’re not totally useless, but you wonder if, if maybe . . .”

“If, maybe . . . you made one mistake too many?” Tangle offered, and Tails’ ears flattened against his head, his shoulders hunched as he cringed. “If maybe at first it could be passed off as you just being inexperienced, and not really knowing what you were up against, and so you underestimated the enemy and he got the jump on you because of that. But then later, after you knew better and could be trusted, you still got careless and your zombified best friend got the jump on you and turned you into a zombot, and so she realized she really couldn’t rely on you after all. And so the real reason she left you behind wasn’t because you were working with the Restoration and she felt that your place was with them, but was actually because she felt she couldn’t count on you as her backup anymore because you’d already let her down once, so who’s to say it won’t happen again? And you can’t even fault her for that, because you did let her down once and, anyway, if she wanted you along she would have let you go with her, but she didn’t and that means that if you go after her now, you’re disrespecting what she wants and are just going to get told to go home again because she doesn’t want and can’t count on you at all.”

Tails furrowed his brow halfway through Tangle’s speech, and by the time she was finished, confusion clouded his anxiety so thoroughly he could hardly feel it anymore. “Huh?”

Tangle blinked; for a moment, it looked as though she’d almost forgotten he was there. Then she laughed loudly, and waved a hand through the air as if dispelling smoke from burned cookies. “Just as, you know, a totally random and totally not specific or in any way real scenario.”

Tails frowned. “Right . . .”

“But, anyway. My totally random and not specific or in any way real example aside—am I hearing you right? You think you’re not contributing enough? You?” Tangle reached over with her tail again, and this time gave him a light push on his shoulder. “Have you seen all the stuff you’ve built? You’ve got two whole workshops filled, plus all that stuff at Restoration HQ. You’ve got a crazy amount of inventions! And you’ve saved the world, several times! And you’re only eight! You know what I was doing when I was eight? I was parkouring off cliffs, and not even on purpose. Jewel didn’t get those guns of hers by hauling rocks around her museum, let me tell you. She got them from hauling my sorry butt back up from the cliff I threw myself down for the third time in a week.”

Tails chuckled. “Yeah. But—”

“But nothing.” Tangle flopped her tail on top of Tails’ head, and he brushed it away. “You are hands down the coolest eight-year-old I’ve ever seen in my life. So what if you need help sometimes? Everyone does, and you should know; you help people all the time. So why’s it bad for you to get helped back, huh?”

“It’s not bad. I just . . .” Tails flailed a hand, gesturing to nothing. “I’ve been doing this for a long time now. I just feel like maybe I should be . . . better, by now.”

“Well . . .” Tangle tilted her head side to side, considering. “That’s not a . . . bad thing, maybe. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you’re totally awesome and should have way more confidence in yourself. But if you were totally satisfied, then you couldn’t get even better, right? You’d stop trying. And there’s no way this world would be able to handle it if you stopped trying, so that would be no good.”

Tails gave her a wry smile. “The world would be fine. I mean, there’s Sonic—”

“Sonic can’t invent the things you do,” Tangle said. Her tail poked him in the chest. “Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing and a hero and we’d all be doomed a thousand times over without him, and if I get to go on another adventure with him tomorrow I’ll have waited too long—but he’s no scientific genius, y’know? But you are, and you’re cool and nice and not evil or bonkers like Eggman or Starline. So we definitely need you in our corner.”

Warmth flooded Tails’ cheeks, and he looked away as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks, Tangle.”

“Don’t mention it, li’l dude. What are cool tail buddies for?” Tangle winked, and Tails felt his smile grow. “So, what’cha workin’ on? You said something about a rocket launcher? Please tell me you have a rocket launcher.”

“Not yet,” Tails said, and Tangle’s shoulders slumped in exaggerated disappointment. “But I have been working on a few other things, like a new set of prototype missile gauntlets.”

Tangle sat straight up in her chair, eyes shining. “Missile gauntlets?”

“Yeah—well, I was thinking about Knuckles, you know? He’s a brawler, so he specializes in close-quarters combat. But Eggman knows that, so if he sent badniks to Angel Island, they’d probably be ones that are built for long-range combat.”

As he spoke, Tails hopped off his stool and crossed the room to the workbench along the back wall, where the prototype gauntlets—having just had the finishing touches put on them the night before—sat. Tangle followed close at his heels, her eyes the size of dinner plates.

“So just in case he gets attacked by long-range badniks and we’re not near enough to help, I figured these might be able to give him an extra boost. They can function like normal gauntlets in close-range combat, but if he presses this button here by curling his wrist—” Tails indicated a button on the inside cuff, “—then it’ll deploy missiles from the knuckles of the gauntlet, here.” He tapped his fingers along small, barely visible missile compartment doors along each of the four knuckles. “Of course, right now each gauntlet only holds four missiles, so it’s not exactly practical for a long fight, and I haven’t figured out how best to reload them, especially since Knuckles isn’t exactly the greatest with technology, but—”

“Those. Are so. Cool!” Tangle squealed, and Tails jumped yet again, his tails spinning this time to keep him a few inches off the ground until his heart rate slowed. “Can I see them in action? Can I try them out?! Please, please can I try them out?!”

“Well, I made them for Knuckles, so they’re a bit big, but . . .” Tails eyed Tangle’s clasped hands, and then her pleading eyes and wobbling lower lip. He grinned. “Gimme ten minute to adjust the size, and then we can go out to the target range out back.”

Tangle let out another delighted squeal, and scooped him up in a bear hug. For the second time in under five minutes, Tails felt his feet leave the ground. “Woohoo! You’re the best, Tails!”

Tails laughed as she set him back on his feet, his own tails swishing behind him. “Heheh, well . . . I try.”

- - -

It wasn’t too uncommon for there to be reports of explosions in the general vicinity of Tails’ Mystic Ruins workshop. Tails was a super genius, but he was a super genius who often worked with explosive materials and way too much electrical charge, and so every now and then, things were bound to get a little explode-y. So when there was talk of an occasional kaboom heard in the Mystic Ruins, Sonic didn’t usually get too worried.

But sometimes it wasn’t just one kaboom. Sometimes it was multiple kabooms. And when those multiple kabooms were accompanied by talks of missiles and rockets and lots of yelling . . . that’s when Sonic’s quills got set on edge.

It wasn’t in his nature to panic right away. Multiple kabooms, rockets, and yelling didn’t necessarily mean that Eggman had decided to strike again, targeting Tails’ workshop directly this time. But when Sonic tried calling and got voicemail—well, that still didn’t necessarily mean Tails was in danger. Maybe he was just caught up in whatever he was working on, and didn’t hear his communicator beep. So Sonic tried again, and once more, got voicemail. And when he tried a third time . . .

Well, he didn’t try a third time. Kabooms, missiles, yelling, voicemail. All four things combined meant it was time to pay the Mystic Ruins workshop a visit.

Fortunately, he wasn’t too far away. He made it to Tails’ home in record time, picking up the pace when he caught sight of the wispy spirals of smoke rising in the sky from Mystic Ruins’ border. As he wound his way through the Ruins, he spied no badniks—but then, that was probably intentional. Ol’ Egghead was probably laying a trap. Not a very good one, considering how fast word spread that something was going down in Mystic Ruins, and how obvious the smoke was visible against the sky, but—

Another explosion rent the air, and rocked the earth enough so that Sonic stumbled as he reached Tails’ front door. Immediately following, he heard a whoop of delighted laughter from behind the workshop.

He blinked, and stood up straight. Was that . . . Tangle?

Seeing as how nothing seemed to be happening inside the lab, Sonic looped around to the back, where Tails’ outdoor testing area and target range was. Upon reaching the back, three things immediately became clear:

One: His ID of the voice he heard was correct; Tangle was indeed in what remained of Tails’ backyard.

Two: Tails was just fine, and not under attack at all. He had his tablet in hand, and was surveying the wreckage with a grin from his vantage point up in the air.

And three: Rebuilding the testing area was not going to be fun.

To say it was in ruins was an understatement. Every single target, from the ones that had been pinned to the trees, to the stationary standees, to the ones that Tails had built into moving tracks in the ground, had been blasted apart in some form or another. There were little embers smoldering in the grass in different parts of the yard. Several trees had been knocked over. A pair of rickies were staring at the carnage with horrified awe from the roof of Tails’ workshop.

Tangle spotted Sonic as he rounded the corner, and while she had already been sporting a manic grin, her smile somehow grew even wider as her hand shot into the air and she waved at him. “Hey Sonic! What’s up?!”

“Seems like that’s what I should be asking you,” Sonic said, as Tails swooped down to land beside him. Sonic raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at Tails. “Some people were saying they heard explosions out this way, so I figured I’d swing by to take a look. Everything okay?”

“Yeah! Tangle’s just helping me test some new gear,” Tails said, as Tangle zipped over to them at speeds Sonic didn’t know she was capable of. She still wasn’t on his level, of course, but he did have to step out of the way as she blazed by, a trail of fire sparking on the grass behind her.

“Rocket boots,” Tangle said, before Sonic had a chance to ask. Her eyes were shining brighter than a pair of suns, and she pumped her fists in front of her. “He made rocket boots!”

Sonic laughed. “No kidding?”

“They’re for Shadow,” Tails explained, and he held out his tablet so Sonic could glance over the schematics on the screen. “I know his are still in okay shape, but that doesn’t mean they can’t be better. And I’ve added extra propulsion to these ones to add more force to his kicks. You know, since he likes to kick people.”

“He does like doing that,” Sonic agreed.

“I mean, who knows when we’ll see him again. But if something does happen, I figure it might be nice to give him a boost. You know, as thanks for helping us out. I’m thinking about making some for his Chao, too, so it can keep up with him.”

“Not sure he wants to be bringing that little guy into battle. Though you never know, maybe Cream and Cheese’ll inspire him.”

“Right? So it won’t hurt to be prepared, just in case.”

“Okay, as absolutely freaking adorable as the idea of Chao rocket boots sounds, I’m ready to try out the next thing,” Tangle said, already slipping out of the rocket boots she’d lit the grass on fire with. “You got anything else, little guy? Please tell me you have something else. You’ve gotta have something else.”

“Hmm . . .” Tails tapped his finger to his chin in thought, and then grinned. “You know, I did finish a prototype for a magnet gun last week. It works by using magnetism to attract and repel metal, theoretically turning anything used against us into possible ammunition to—”

“Is it in the same area of your workshop as the other things?” Tangle interrupted, eyes bright. Tails nodded, and Tangle pumped her fist into the air. “Heck yes! I’m on it!” With that, she turned and dashed back into the lab.

Sonic shook his head, smiling as he watched her go, and then looked back at Tails. Tails was already skimming through the schematics on his tablet again, no doubt searching for the magnet gun’s folder so he could make notes based on Tangle’s tests. Now that he knew the workshop wasn’t under attack, his quills settled back into a more relaxed position, his heartrate returning to its usual fast, but not supercharged. Tails was safe. He was having fun with Tangle. His yard was destroyed, but they could deal with that later. Sonic would help, and he would only be a little melodramatic about it.

But it seemed like everything they had tested so far was some kind of weapon. Even the boots for Shadow—didn’t Tails say something about adding more firepower to them, to help Shadow in combat? And a magnet gun, while it didn’t have ammunition of its own . . .

So much had happened so fast. Eggman had successfully taken over the world, and kept Sonic in captivity for six months, during which Tails was alone. Then not long after that, Metal Sonic had tried to take the Master Emerald, and the world with it. Then there was the Metal Virus pandemic, and the incident at White Park . . .

Sonic loosely crossed his arms, his head tilted as he examined Tails. Tails was still scanning through the blueprints on his tablet, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth.

He was such a smart, strong, brave kid. But he was also, well . . .

“Hey,” Sonic said, and Tails looked up, his ears perked in question. “You doing okay?”

“Huh?” Tails blinked, as though caught off-guard, and for a second—just a second, so quick Sonic almost missed it—it looked like something clouded his eyes. But then he smiled as the door to his workshop opened again, Tangle bounding back out into the yard. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

Something was there. Sonic didn’t know what it was, but he did know he didn’t like it. Tails was so smart, and strong, and brave. But . . .

“No reason,” Sonic said. “Hey, doesn’t that new AGES game come out this weekend? How about we give it a spin?”

Tails grinned, and wagged his tails in a hard enough circle that he lifted a little off the grass. “Really? You want to?”

“Definitely,” Sonic said, and he grinned as Tails beamed, and did a delighted little loop in the air.

“All right, I’ve got the gun,” Tangle said, and Sonic took a step back as she hefted a heavy, dark blue-grey weapon in her hands. Once again, her smile was manic; it was not at all hard to believe that she had destroyed all the targets in the yard with glee. “Show me how to work this thing!”

“You got it!” Tails dropped back down to the grass, and leaned closer to Tangle as he started to give her a detailed run-down of the gun: the trigger mechanism, magnetism strength modification slider, the whole works. Sonic shook his head, and as Tangle nodded fervently along with Tails’ instructions, bounded up onto the roof to sit beside the rickies and watch the chaos that was about to unfold.

Tails was a smart, strong, and brave kid. But he also was still a kid. More specifically still, he was—and always would be, no matter how old they got—Sonic’s kid brother.

Tails indicated a hunk of scrap metal on the other side of the yard. Tangle took aim and fired. The magnet gun’s magnetic beam worked as intended; it secured the scrap metal in a vibrating grasp, and propelled it straight back at Tangle at alarming speed. Heeding Tails’ shouted warning, Tangle spun herself in several circles, swinging the scrap metal around her, before she released it and sent it flying. It crashed clear through a tree, and made a strong dent in the tree behind it. Tails, delighted, saved the video on his tablet as Tangle crowed in triumph.

No matter how much he wished he could, Sonic couldn’t stop the bad things from happening. And no matter what he said, he knew he couldn’t make Tails feel like he could slow down on making an armory big enough to outfit the entire world—at least, not for long. But whatever nightmares bugged Tails at night, or spurred him to develop new guns and rockets during the day . . . well, maybe Sonic couldn’t dispel them completely, but a chill weekend of video games and junk food definitely couldn’t hurt.

Tails retrieved the scrap metal and set it out so Tangle could give the magnet gun another go, and Sonic leaned back comfortably against the roof to watch the show.

#IDW sonic #miles tails prower #tangle the lemur #cool tail buddies #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #and a little Whispangle angst in there because I am incorrigible (but also not at all sorry) #the comics want to have Metal call Tails unworthy & then do nothing with it? fine. then i will write the angst MYSELF #and throw in Whispangle angst for good measure because boy howdy do I love those lesbians and can't WAIT for them to reunite #anyway Tangle is a Cool Big Sis and I love her. She ties with Sonic as my second favorite Sonic series character #(Tails and Whisper tie as my first favorite. honestly tho it's a very close contest. I love all four of them so goddamn much) #you know that scene in season two of Gravity Falls when Mabel is firing the fireworks rocket and she goes ''I AM A GOD OF DESTRUCTION!!'' ? #that's Tangle testing out Tails' gear lmao #Sonic just wasn't there for that part (also bc Tails' rocket launcher isn't finished yet. but Soon) #anyway. back to running the prayer circle that Tangle and Whisper get to show up in Frontiers somehow #a woman can dream #fic fix #OH and the fic title comes from ''The Wrecked & the Worried'' by NateWantsToBattle. one of my faves #sth

[forthedancingandthethriving]

Bind.

To wrap (something) tightly.

"If worse comes to worse, Abyssal, I'm going to have to ask you to bind her."

Those words continue to ring in Abyssal's mind as she grips her head. The meeting room was chaotic and loud, everyone shouting and arguing. It hadn't even been a week since the Code Rot was found out, and everything went to shit.

Especially since two people Abyssal cared deeply about were found out to be a part of Patient Zero. It was a miracle that they were able to calm down Antivirus, Domain, and Forum when Cursor opened her mouth on the subject..

"-SKIN YOU LIKE THE FUCKING SCRAPS YOU ARE-"

"-DON'T DESERVE TO LIVE WHEN THEY CAUSED-"

Abyssal grips the roots of her hair, gritting her teeth. She'd give anything to turn off her audio intake, but she really couldn't, considering she was the only Admin capable of facing the infected and not getting infected herself.

"-NOT BE KILLING INNOCENT PROGRAMS-"

"WHAT OTHER CHOICE-"

An Admin whose name Abyssal couldn't care to remember at the moment was cut off by the sound of the meeting room doors slamming open. All attention turns to whomever it was.

"Abyssal. With me. Now."

It was Vitality. No one had really seen her since the word of the Code Rot began, having practically moved to a specialized space to deal with figuring out two of the three Patient Zeros, and containing any infected that Abyssal caught.

But judging by the look in Vitality's eyes, Abyssal knew that this wasn't regarding anything new. In fact, it was regarding something the two had discussed regarding the second Patient Zero.

Something the two agreed that shouldn't exactly be discussed with anyone else.

Abyssal stands up from her chair, knocking it to the ground. Confused and worried looks watch the two of them as Abyssal briskly walks out of the meeting room, her head hung as her hair covers her face.

"Figure out a solution," Vitality hisses, her nails digging into the doors and making them creak, "or else I will use one of you to try and figure out a cure."

With that, Vitality slams the doors shut, and her heavy words echo through the now silent room.

○●○

"I'm guessing she's worse," is the first thing out of Abyssal's mouth as she and Vitality exit the portal.

"It's gotten to the point where that wall won't contain her anymore." Vitality shakes her head. "She needs to be bound, now."

"God, Antivirus is gonna kill us." The abyss-born can't help a small, bitter laugh. "Mira, too. Maybe even Amy. Fuck- I.." She let's out a shuddering breath. "Is she even still coherent?"

"Thankfully, yes." The medic nods as the two begin begin walking through the hall, heading to the two specialized rooms where the two are being held. The muffled sounds of the infected in other halls were present. "I think it's because of her code's origin. It's highly resilient against this."

Abyssal breaths out a small sigh before her mood plummets. "But she still needs to be restrained."

"It can't be risked any longer." Vitality frowns.

The two get to the cell, and Abyssal feels like throwing up. Root's horns were out, and they were curling more like a deer's now. They were splintered everywhere, silver blood dripping from some parts. Her tail was also frayed, and her claws were mismatched in size.

The virus looks up, her eyes tired. Behind the wall, she manages a weak smile and wages.

Abyssal inhales deeply, forms some chains, and walks in, the door hissing and locking shut behind her. "Hey, Root. How are you feeling?"

"Tired.." Root murmers, sitting against the wall opposite of the see-through wall of code. Her arms were lazily wrapped around her knees, eyes half-lidded. "Body's burning up.."

"That's just your code trying to help you feel better," Abyssal says, her voice soft as she walks over. "So.. I have to-"

"Bind me." The Offshoot nods. "I asked.. for Vitality to.. tell you to do it.."

The Admin's heart breaks. "Oh, I see. Well.. do you want to get in a more comfortable position?"

Root nods and slowly moves to be sitting down normally. She places her hands in her lap, and Abyssal begins wrapping the infected virus in chains.

"Is everyone else.. okay?" Root asks, voice soft.

"They're okay." Abyssal nods, wrapping some chains around the virus's wrists. "Everyone is healthy."

"Good.."

While Root was definitely coherent, Abyssal could see that the young girl wasn't there mentally. She was trying to mentally distance herself, and the Admin didn't blame her.

"Can you.. tell everyone I'm okay..?"

"Of course I can."

After a few minutes, the young virus was bound. Abyssal stands, her wings quivering with repressed emotion.

"Thank you," Root murmers.

"We'll figure something out," Abyssal promises, voice cracking.

With that, she leaves the cell, with the door hissing shut. She brushes her hand against the code wall, inputting more abyss-code to reinforce it.

"Fuck." Abyssal hits her head against the door. "Son of a bitch. This virus. Fuck."

Vitality sighs softly. "I have to go and check on Juliano. Can I trust you with informing SMG4's crew? I will handle telling our group.."

She swallows. "Yeah. You can count on me."

○●○

"Abyssal!" Lily gasps as she runs over to the Admin, who had appeared just in front of the castle. She smiles down at the young girl, who quickly hugs her legs.

"Hey, Lily. Good to see you're okay."

The rest of the crew pours out of the castle soon after, with the USB Trio included. Forum opens his mouth, but Abyssal clicks to them in Binary, "private space later. Important."

Domain's brows crease with worry, but he clicks back, "Are you okay?"

"Later," is her final click back before she focuses on the kids.

"How's Root?" Lily asks quickly, gripping Abyssal's robe with worry. "Is she okay?"

"She's gotta be okay.." Lil Coding mutters, anxiety weighing heavily on him. If she isn't okay, will we be okay?

"Root is doing fine," Abyssal assures them, to the relief of the crew. "Her own code is doing really well fighting off the infection."

Her smile is strained, but barely any of them seem to notice.

"Vitality is doing her best."

○●○

"She's not okay- she's not-" Abyssal chokes out mere minutes later, once the USB Trio had their chance to pull her aside and into their private space.

"Calm down." Emulator says, her voice gentle as she places a hand on Abyssal's shoulders. "Breath, Abyssal."

"What happened?" Forum gently prods.

"She's gotten worse." Abyssal sniffles, tears shining in her eyes. "And no one up in the Adminspace can agree on anything. It's getting so bad that no one is listening to anyone, and I just-"

She chokes on her own breath, shuddering.

"I had to bind Root since she's getting too dangerous. It's getting worse."

Forum pulls her into a hug at that, and she finally lets herself break.

#admin: abyssal #admin: vitality #virus: root #oc: lily #usb: smg3 #emulator #usb: smg4 #code rot infection au #fanfiction: my writing! #!posts!

[calmoose415]

So here's some of my casting for my Sonic/Star Wars au

Sonic as Anakin: I know some of you may be thinking, "Hey, maybe Knuckles should be Anakin because he became Enerjak, like how Anakin becomes Vader! Or Shadow since he's the tragic one!" But I think Sonic suits the role just a bit more with how much both of them care about their friends and loved ones. Plus, Sonic has been shown to have a bit of a dark streak too, so I thought it was a good fit. I'd say in this au, he's a bit more easygoing and not as quick to anger as Anakin is, but when he actually gets mad, you don't wanna mess with him. Foreshadowing his eventual turn to the Dark Side. (Also for when he becomes Vader, I was thinking Sonic would become Neo Metal Sonic or something like that.)

Knuckles as Obi Wan: This was among one of the harder casting choices, but I think it still fits pretty well. Both are pretty stoic and by the book, and both also have a pretty witty sense of humor. He is a bit more stern than Obi Wan, though. Stil, his bond with Sonic is still pretty brotherly like with Anakin and Obi Wan, only Sonic and Knuckles are a bit more sarcastic with each other but still care about each other. Which is why it breaks Knuckles' heart when has to fight his brother to death on Mustafar.

Tails as Ahsoka: This was honestly one of the easier choices in casting for me. It came to me when I imaged Ahsoka's duel with Vader in Rebels but with Sonic and Tails. So I thought, "Hey, Anakin and Ahsoka are like siblings, so why don't I apply that with Sonic and Tails?" And yes, like Anakin and Ahsoka, Sonic and Tails are very close in this au, becoming like brothers as Sonic takes him under his wing. Sonic sees Tails as a little brother and Tails sees Sonic as a big brother, they are still the cosmic truth. However, unlike Ahsoka, who is at first overconfident and learns to be more cautious, Tails is a bit of the opposite. Starting off as too cautious and timid, but becomes more confident in himself and his abilities under Sonic's tutelage. Sonic's behavior also definitely rubs off on Tails, taking after his carefree attitude. Which makes it especially heartbreaking for both of them when Tails decides to leave his brother and the Order behind.

Shadow as Rex: This was another of the harder decisions when it came to casting. I at first thought about casting Knuckles for this role, but decided to go with Shadow instead after remembering the Shadow androids from his solo game. Then I decided that the Shadow androids would be in place of the clones and one thing led to another and I ended up casting Shadow as Rex. In this au, he is very loyal to Sonic and very much respects him, but he and Tails still like to tease him sometimes, much to Sonic's annoyance. Shadow, like Knuckles, is at first very strict and stoic, opting to follow orders to the letter. But overtime, he does slowly learns to make his own decisions. Not that it'll matter when Order 66 is issued.

Sally Acorn as Padme: Another hard choice in casting as I couldn't really decide whether to cast her or Amy in this role. Was this a good casting choice? Please let me know. I picked Sally since she has probably the most in common with Padme. Both are political leaders, both are the love interests of Sonic/Anakin, and both are good friends with the rest of the cast. And yes, Sonic and Sally are married in secret in this au as attachment is still forbidden in the Order. The only difference is that only a select few people know about their marriage. (Ie, only Sonic's most trusted friends like Tails and Shadow. Knuckles knows about them too, but doesn't say anything about it as even though it goes against the Jedi code, he knows Sonic and Sally are happy together, so he decides to keep quiet about it.)

And that's all the casting I have so far! Let me know who else should play who. I've got a few casting ideas but nothing quite concrete yet.

#sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #knuckles the echidna #shadow the hedgehog #sally acorn #sonic au #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sonic/star wars au

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Allison Silva is based on Allison Watts from Hocus Pocus. She is a 28 year old witch, operations manager at the evermore museum, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of protection and warding. Allison is portrayed by Macarena Achaga and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

Allison's obsession with the occult and all things supernatural started at a very young age. Her mother being the previous owner of the Sanderson Sisters cottage when it was once a museum was enough to ignite her curiosities in all things otherworldly. Her family didn't own it for long though, a few bumps in the night was enough to spook her mom into selling it. As Allison got older she kept her interest to herself, her parents didn't find it charming and it didn't really make good conversation with her other wealthy friends. Then came Maximilian Desai during her junior year of high school; someone who shook up Allison's whole world from the moment he entered it. Max seemed to see her for more than just a pretty face, but someone who was intelligent and also incredibly caring. As they became closer friends the more Allison felt a protective urge to keep him and his little sister away from the Sanderson's cottage. Max didn't believe in any of that superstition mumbo jumbo though and ignored Allison's pleas to not light the black candle. In the end he did anyway, and soon learned that dark magic wasn't a toy to be messed with.

Dealing with the Sanderson witches was a whole ordeal and mess that Allison didn't ever want to put herself in again. Though she had gotten something useful out of that fateful night. She remembered Winnie calling Aliison a white witch when she used her knowledge of the occult to pour a circle of salt around herself and Max for protection. For a long while after the ordeal Allison thought nothing of it until a bunch of strange accidents started happening in her life that couldn't be explained, and each time she always came out unscathed. Car accidents, faulty wiring in her home, things that could have been more disastrous to anyone else otherwise. Call it luck but Allison felt differently, maybe Winnie was right, perhaps she was a witch too. It was something she began practicing with for a few years--mainly protection spells to keep her from falling into another situation like had been in with the Sanderson witches. Years came and went and unfortunately Allison had to leave Max behind to pursue her dreams she had for college. She wanted to be an architect or maybe open up a museum like her mother had done. Either way she was ready to leave Salem behind and all her memories of it. You know what they say, be careful for what you wish for, because Allison got exactly that when she woke up in Evermore. Everything came back slowly in bits and pieces until she stumbled into Max and Dani again. Just like Max her full memory didn't come back until he lit that dreaded candle again, dooming them all to repeat history once more. It didn't matter though, she'd stick it out for Max and Dani. Allison wasn't a little girl anymore, this time around she was a witch and she was ready for to fight.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Ming Lee: Allison's boss at the museum, but Ming isn't just someone she works under, Allison really admires Ming and her work ethic. She only hopes to be half as efficient as her one day. ❀ Zelda Borne: Allison met Zelda when the museum was hosting a charity event at Hideaway Hostels. The two instantly clicked, and now the pair isn't seen without the other. Unless one of them is working of course. ❀ Ami Mizuno: She's a regular at the museum to the point they know each other on a first name basis. Usually they talk of modern art and poetry. Allison enjoys any moment she can geek out about history, and Ami lets her do just that.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#Macarena Achaga #hocus pocus #taken female #taken bio #female bio #skeleton rp #disney rp

[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 6

Trigger Warning ⚠️⚠️ contains mention of rape

Hannah and Amy dragged MC into the mines; she was still out of it whatever they had given her had knocked her clean out. MC started to come round and she could hear raised voices. It sounded like a male voice the more she thought she recognised the voice as Richy.

Shock took over her body. She couldn't understand what Richy was doing here, why was he arguing with Amy and Hannah. All of a sudden the door swung open and a tall man stood near the door. Richy came closer picking MC up off the floor and taking off her restraints.

MC: Richy? Is that you? What are you doing here?

Richy: Yes MC it's really me, I've come to move you into the next room

MC: But why? I don't understand

Richy: everything will become clear soon enough now come on get moving

MC: how do you know I won't just run off?

Richy: because of this

Richy pulled a gun out of his pocket holding it in the small of MCs back, forcing her to walk out of the room. Once they had gotten to the other room Richy put the restraints back on and injected her. The live feed was all set to go Hannah had sent a message to Jake with nothing but a link.

Hannah: www.shewontcomeoutalive.com/livefeed

Jake clicked the link and saw MC sat there almost lifeless, she looked so weak and unable to defend herself. Jake felt a tear run down his face unable to control his emotions any longer he slammed his fits down onto the desk.

Jake's POV

FUCK!!! FUUCCKK!!!! I can't believe what they are doing to her, I will do everything in my power to get you back MC. I won't let this go on any longer, I take a minute to calm down then get right back to work.

I noticed the background on the live feed. I look at it from all angles, and I notice something quite distinctive in the background. It's an old mining cart I know where they are holding MC.

I feel my heart starting to race not knowing what to do first every kind of emotion is running through my head. Come on Jake get a grip you now know where she is so do what you're good at.

I grab my phone and call Samuel. I tell him everything, we put a plan in place and get all available units to head to the mines.

Not long now my love and I will have you out of there, I will look after you for the rest of my days. In the short time I have known you I have begun to have feelings for you and I want to tell you to your face that I love you MC.

MC started to come back around her vision slowly coming back, she could see Richy standing in front of her. He had another needle in his hand and he slowly walked over to her and injected her again. She fell to the floor passing out. Her body was limp and her breathing was shallow. Richy picked her up and tied her back to the chair so when she did wake she could go anywhere.

Richy's POV

I am truly sorry for all this MC but I am doing what is to be done, I never wanted any of this but I had to help them both after all Hannah is my girl. If I had to do it all over again I would again and again I wouldn't even question it I would just do it for her.

There was a time that I had a crush on you MC. I thought about what it would be like to be with you in a romantic way. I think about it so much I want to know what it's like to be with you. You don't have to worry about Hannah. I have asked him and she has granted me this one moment alone with you.

It's going to be such bliss my angel we are going to make sweet love to each other, we will become one. I know you want this as much as I do. I know you want me just as bad as I want you.

Richy walked over to MC and started to kiss her lips, running his hands all over her body feeling her breasts. Richy starting to get hard he unzipped his jeans exposing his member. He put his erection in MCs hand moving it in and out.

Just as Richy was going to undress MC she started to come around, in complete shock and panic MC grabbed hold of Richy's erection and pulled it as hard as she could causing Richy to scream out in pain. He fell to the floor in pain and MC tried to free herself before he got up but she wasn't fast enough.

Richy got up and grabbed hold of her hair pulling her head backwards, he pushed her up against the wall. Pushing her face into the stone wall tears running down her face trying to get Richy off her.

She could feel Richy grinding up against her he was getting off on her being pushing up against the wall and not being able to move she felt him rubbing his member on her arse. MC started to scream but this time Richy put his hand over her mouth so no one could hear her screams.

Just as Richy was about to put his erection deep into MC the door flung wide open.

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